Yu Weimin's body jerked upward as that thing was inserted. His insides felt like they were torn as his eyes filled with tears. At the same time, he glanced at the man who hummed a tone softly under his breath and typed something on the screen. Then he turned around to face the young man lying on the bed.
The director's golden hair was tied behind his back, but the tie was loose, making strands of hair fall onto his face. Those glasses gave the man a unique touch, so much so that Yu Weimin couldn't help but stare hard at the man. He even seemed to have forgotten that there was something inserted down there in his ass.
A familiar emotion of love and warmth filled his heart.
Those emotions had been filling up his heart for a while these days when he faced this man. It felt as if he knew this person for a long time, kind of déjà vu. He shouldn't treat this man like this, coldly, and at the same time, this person also shouldn't continue to electrocute him like this.
