Sunday morning, Gu Ran lay in bed, contemplating whether it was necessary to release once.
He felt no guilt, nor did he fear being called a pervert, for those who would say that were women, some of whom simply couldn't understand the agony men felt when controlled by desire.
If he could, Gu Ran really wished he could be 'in heat when he wanted to be in heat,' rather than 'in heat whenever his body wanted to be.'
His body had taken control of his brain.
Anyway, he felt no psychological burden when comforting himself, having never experienced guilt—it wasn't a sin at all. The only reason he hesitated now was for fear that he might think of Yan Hanxiang midway.
——After such long contemplation, the desire to release hadn't diminished in the slightest.
Gu Ran decided to take action!
"Dong dong~" Knocking at the door.
"Who is it?" Gu Ran immediately sat up, his reaction over the top.
"Doing laundry." Su Qing's voice.
"Wait a moment."
