The next morning.
Rong Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and the loose hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
His slender fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, and the knuckles turned white.
The faint sweet fragrance was so faint that it was almost inaudible, but it made his glands feel hot as if they were on fire.
In the end he felt embarrassed...
It's a sticky feeling in the lower body.
"Damn..." he cursed.
The source of my desire seems insatiable and continues to assert its existence.
Rong Yan hated this feeling of being out of control.
As usual, he chose to pick up the blade and cut his arm.
Blood gushed out along with the pain, but he did not find relief from it.
It is more difficult to deal with than before.
The bedside bottle of suppressant was empty. Rong Yan stumbled to his feet, casually throwing on a robe to cover his indecent parts, but suddenly stopped when he reached the door.
His fingertips gently brushed against the outside door handle, where a faint, almost imperceptible sweet fragrance lingered.
That person, whose name is unknown and where he came from, came across here last night.
He and "it" touched the same place.
Reason told him that this was nothing special, and to be more precise, they were breathing the same air.
It's just emotional, very disappointing, because of this cognition I felt——
Joyful.
...
...
Tsk.
Even though he felt disgusted in his heart, his fingers slowly touched the place where the remaining fingerprints were.
The other person's fingertips should be much smaller than his.
Rong Yan's fingertips slowly rubbed the small remaining trace on the fingerprint lock, slowly pressing it closer, watching it being completely covered by his fingertips.
I can't help but picture a slender hand in my mind - the fingertips should be round and small, the nails should be neatly trimmed and clean, and perhaps even have a healthy pink hue.
This imagination made his Adam's apple roll unconsciously.
That's ridiculous.
He was actually sending erotic messages to a fingerprint.
Rong Yan withdrew his hand abruptly, as if he had been scalded.
But the next second, he leaned over again as if possessed by a ghost, his nose almost touching the door handle, and took a deep breath.
At that moment, the sweet pheromone rushed through my body like an electric current.
Rong Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his sharp canine teeth pierced his lips uncontrollably.
Blood oozed from her lips, making her already bright red lips even more beautiful.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor. Rong Yan quickly stood up and returned to his usual cold and indifferent appearance.
However, the tense muscles and still hot glands under his robe exposed his true condition at the moment.
What does it feel like?
Rong Yan didn't think in the direction of xx㱕 at all.
While the body was still excited by this little contact, the mind was conducting a rational analysis.
The contradiction between the two made him look extremely divided.
After a brief thought, the body and consciousness reached a consensus——
First, find out the reason that caused him to lose his composure like this.
Then......
Then what?
Kill "it".
Put "it" together with your own collection.
Anyone who could make him lose his composure like this must have a pair of beautiful eyes.
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