"I don't understand," Chi Cheng remarked, his brows furrowing while he looked away. "Why do you request these intimate gestures from me? How does it benefit you?"
Chi Cheng's mind was still fresh with the pleasures of his dream. He questioned whether the man who ravished his body was truly Han Xuelian because the voice was the complete opposite of the Grandmaster's deep, sensual tone.
Yet, he recognised Han Xuelian's earrings and the hands that roamed erotically throughout his body undoubtedly belonged to the Grandmaster.
The events of his dream roused a needy desire within him, almost as if his body truly ached for Han Xuelian's touch. However, he rebelled against the idea of submitting himself to the sin of lust.
No matter how handsome or devilishly alluring the Grandmaster was, Chi Cheng had yet to understand his true nature and motives.
After what occurred with Han Yijun, it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.
