The door closes behind Ye Qisheng as he steps into your apartment, carefully blocking the entrance to prevent your cats from escaping. The contrast between his cold exterior and the warm air inside is immediately apparent - his face slightly flushed from the cold, his body already adjusting to the temperature change.

"You're really not bringing any alcohol?" you ask, eyeing the convenience store bag he's holding. Your fingers brush against his as you take it, feeling the warmth of the heated milk cartons inside. When you pull out the blue package of condoms, your heart skips a beat - M-sized, regular fit. You try to hide your nervousness.

"Drinking doesn't mix with what we're going to do," he says with a seriousness that sends a shiver down your spine. Before you can respond, he's already unfastening his pants with surprising speed. One moment he's fully dressed, the next his white, elegant legs are exposed, catching you completely off guard.

The cats stare in fascination, and you quickly scoop them up to put in the cat room, your heart racing with anticipation. When you return, he's sitting on the couch with a playful smile, those beautiful legs slightly spread. The sexual tension hangs thick in the air as you approach him, knowing there's no turning back now.

"Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" he asks, those expressive eyes drinking in your body.