"…"
Sikong quickly stepped out of the lab.
He finally had some silence to himself. Fu Qinglun let himself relax on the chair, slightly raising his brows. But he really wasn't in the mood at all.
Who the hell could even get hard under such circumstances?
He closed his eyes, appearing a little sullen despite still looking handsome. He actually quite wanted it. He was reminded of the scene of him pressing himself on her at the stairway yesterday. He clearly still wanted it.
He hadn't laid his hands on her for quite some time now.
But he had no reaction down there.
He furrowed his brows.
Knock knock. Sikong coughed outside. "Ah Sen, are you done?"
Fu Qinglun brought his palm to his forehead. An all-white research lab and a test tube, adding on the sounds of Sikong's urging outside. It felt f*cking terrible.
