Ling Yin encircled him with both arms, preventing him from escaping, and swiftly turned one hundred and eighty degrees to press him against the wall.
Passersby turned their heads, looking at the two men pulling and tugging at the alley entrance, thinking they were fighting. However, Ling Yin suddenly aimed at Hua Hua's lips and kissed him forcefully.
His legs pressed tightly against Hua Hua's legs, and his fingers intertwined one by one with Hua Hua's fingers, finally pinning his hands against the wall.
Two bodies filled with male energy were kissing in the street.
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The mouths of the passersby had already turned into an O shape, and some even took out their phones to take pictures, either covertly or openly standing at a distance.
Ling Yin didn't care, persistently and forcefully pressing his lips. Hua Hua wanted to resist but couldn't; he couldn't push him away, the only thing he could do was to clench his teeth tightly to prevent Ling Yin from succeeding.
