Minho shrugged his shoulders, pressing his lips together to hide the impending grin. “You undoubtedly enjoying it — as far as I saw earlier.” Finally, his lips curved and a small laughter exhaled his lips. The male model tackled her shoulders very light. “I’m kidding, sure you’re curious— sure”
“Oh shush it you!” A scrounful expession appeared over her face when she, in a natural habit of – perhaps, defence, or whichever act it was that moment, her torso leaned slightly more forwards. “Even if I did enjoy it, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying it, yeah, but even if I did, then… who cares? I mean. – It’s not mine, okay?”