He Juan tried to calm himself, but it was no use. Everywhere he went, his house still smelled like Mu Yuze. When he looked at his bed, he would think of how Mu Yuze had climbed into his lap, the solid weight of his body on He Juan, the electrifying sensation of his hand stroking He Juan's gland…
To his absolute horror, even his whole body reeked of Mu Yuze's pheromones!
He Juan paced around the living room like an agitated beast, his lips quivering into a snarl. The rut had settled in faster than he expected, stoking the flame within him into an erupting volcano. His blood was boiling, so hot that he could not stop sweating. His shaft swelled and hardened inside his pants and He Juan was sure… if he were to grab it right now, he would definitely come all over himself immediately. Nevertheless, he kept his fists by his side, stubbornly ignoring the throb of arousal no matter how tempting it was to just jerk himself off with the image of Mu Yuze's soft body wrapped around him.
