"Old Zhou, are you really not considering blocking the sense sharing?"
Tang Mu looked helplessly at Zhou Yong, who clutched his fists against his thighs, his face turning an intense red, a look of restrained pain etched across his face.
As time ticked by, Tang Mu had come to understand the reason behind Zhou Yong's unusual behavior.
"No..."
Zhou Yong clenched his teeth, squeezing out the trembling words through his gritted teeth.
Experiencing the pet beast cleaning and caring was something he did every time, and this time was no exception!
So what if the cleaning is too comfortably intense?
Bring it on!
"And you say I'm the stubborn one, I think you're not much better," Tang Mu said with a sigh, shaking his head and turning his head away so as not to witness Zhou Yong's current predicament.
It's an eyesore.
After some time, Zhou Yong, his face showing extreme restraint, let out a breath of relief, and his tensed body quickly relaxed, "It's finally over."
