Mu Yuze couldn't discern if it was the bewitching effect of He Juan's words or the alcohol seeping in his system, but he sensed the warmth in his body intensifying. Any traces of discomfort melted away, replaced by a tingling sensation zipping down his body from head to toe. So sensitive he was, that even the gentle caress of the humid air against his skin felt like an unbearable tease.
Under He Juan's dark and hungry gaze, Mu Yuze writhed and rubbed his legs together, seeking the smallest friction he could find. His mouth, now plush and wet due to the liquor, released a charming and fervent moan. "Gege… Gege, I– I feel so empty…"
Translucent droplets of tears slid from the corner of his moist eyes as he uttered words of sweet plea. Sprawled on the bed, his fair and milky skin stood in stark contrast with the dark colored sheets, amplifying the visual impact. Even the bruises and abrasions only served to create a picture of a cruel, fragile beauty.
