Upon hearing that suggestive offer delivered in such an innocent tone, Song Zhuyu's gaze darkened and unbeknownst to Rui Ye, both his hands were clenched into tight, shaking fists. He gritted his teeth so hard that they cracked and his bloodshot eyes lingered on Rui Ye's plush lips for a second too long before he forcibly averted them away.
In the name of anything unholy, since when did this little guy become such a… vixen?! Did he even realize what kind of brazen words he had just spoken? Haa, he must not. It hadn't even been long since he learned how to jerk himself off, so the 'comfort' he was offering must be the same as what Song Zhuyu had once done for him – a handjob.
