Ling Yin turned on the cold water to rinse himself, hoping to cool down.
Hua Hua, full of irritation, grabbed the lubricant, walked onto the balcony, raised his hand, and threw it out hard.
He returned to the bed, sulkily burrowed into the covers, burying most of his face in the pillow.
His whole body felt uncomfortable.
Just as he was calming down from the episode, he hadn't fully vented, and his body was still unsatisfied. He tried a bit himself, believing in relying on himself rather than others, but he never quite reached that point. Finally, he lay deflated on the bed, motionless, muttering curses: I am not a hole! Anyone who treats me as one can go to hell!
I'll never be a vassal!
Suddenly, a pillow from the bed fell to the ground, followed by Ling Yin's pajamas, all falling down.
