Yu Weimin's hands trembled because of all the suppressing and commanding talisman stuff. It almost felt like his limbs had been detached, as they no longer listened to him. He watched as the man's pants slid down, falling smoothly to the ground.
Then without a hint of reluctance, his hands went to the only piece of clothing that separated that thing from his eager eyes.
Okay, Yu Weimin had to admit he was eager. At the very least, he could already see the thing's size, which had grown enormous just from being stared at. He wondered what would happen once he actually started pleasuring.
Mo Qiang's eyes squinted as he finally saw the young ghost's cold hands touching his thing. He sucked in a breath, feeling those cold hands grabbing his manhood firmly and massaging him softly.
What did it feel like to be pleasured by something cold? He had never thought coldness would make him feel hot. In the past, whenever he had to suppress his desire, he would often take cold baths.
