Ming's whispered confession - "I am a bar dancer" - hung in the air, silencing Kai as his hands slipped from Ming's shoulders.
Kai's lips compressed into a thin line, his frustration palpable as one hand went on his waist, while the other raked through his own hair, his fingers clenching in agitation.
Kai
(His voice rising, frustration etched on his face) "Why are you bringing that up now?"
Ming
(Tears streaming down his face)
Kai
(His expression softening slightly) "How does that matter? I want you to tell me the reason for keeping our relation a secret."
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