Hua Hua's face was unnaturally flushed, but thinking about the lubricant he just took out, he couldn't muster any interest, feeling very cold, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
In this circle, he probably knew more about these things than Ling Yin, because he had met more people. When men chat, what's off-limits?
Plus, he had personally experienced that kind of thing before—it was particularly painful. Besides pain, he really couldn't feel anything else; the memory was vivid. So, he had no liking for that style at all, always feeling it was just self-abuse—he, Hua Hua, was not a masochistic submissive!
And many people actually ended up in the hospital afterward; he had heard such stories too many times. While others joked about them, they made his heart skip a beat.
Honestly, he didn't want Ling Yin to top him, nor did he want to top Ling Yin.
