"I must be bewitched, starved of the female touch for too long if I'm having such heavy thoughts about Su Nian," Zheng Haoyu comforted himself.
Desire stirred within him, painfully unbearable, like a guitar string on the brink of snapping. Blood seethed in his veins, the scorching and tense pulse threatening to burst his vessels. The cold water could no longer seem to satisfy his needs.
It was too late to find a woman now, so he could only rely on his faithful right hand.
He was frustrated in his mind. He was the beloved Mr. Zheng, the dream lover of all women in B City. How had he fallen to this state?
He tried to imagine Qin Xiaofei in his mind, but his mental images were a disarray.
