His every glance, every movement, every tone, even the rhythm of his breath, gave him a special urge.
Everyone appreciates beauty.
He was too beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to resist!
After four hours in a bathroom like this, his skin had become so white and rosy it seemed as if water could drip from it.
Ling Yin extended his fingers, a deep gaze in his eyes, leisurely stroking him. Hua Hua initially intended to kick him away, but found himself enjoying the touch, even closing his eyes involuntarily. His passion was slow to ignite, and few could truly stir his desires, so when someone could provide him with such pleasure, he wouldn't hold back as a man. He would simply follow his instincts, lost in blissful desire.
Then, when he lowered his head, he clearly saw the part of him at his waist harden.
