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The first thing that hit the waking up boy was a wave of dizziness, which was quickly followed by a sick feeling in his stomach. If you asked him what was the worst part, he would probably complain about the throbbing headache.
His eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighted with stones, and his limbs ached as he stretched out on the soft mattress. He found it hard to breathe against the soft bedding, and every time he tried to move, it only made the pain worse.
After what seemed like an eternity, he managed to open one eye and squint against the dim light coming through the windows. It was midafternoon, judging from the soft, pink glow that filled the room.
As he laid there in pain, his mind seemed to clear, leaving him in a daze of confusion. He groaned and opened his second eye, only to find himself in an unfamiliar room with a bed that he did not recognize.
Panic gripped him like the devil, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the bits and pieces of his broken memory.
Who was he? Where was he? What was he doing here?
The questions kept coming, each more urgent than the next, but the answers still eluded him.
He couldn’t sit just yet, his legs felt heavy and numb, as if he were in someone else's body.
Was he alone, or was someone watching?
As he looked around him, he couldn’t help but notice the opulent furnishings, the beautifully decorated room, the wealth, the opulence. The owner was surely a rich man.
Summoning every ounce of willpower, he finally managed to sit up, his muscles protesting every inch of the way. As he surveyed the scene before him, a shiver ran down his spine at the sight of his own naked, messy form sprawled upon the bed.
The sheets were a tangled mess, stained with certain stains and spills, while the blankets appeared freshly laundered, as if someone had taken great care not to disturb his sleep. The air was thick with the scent of white lilies mingled with lotus seeds, emanating from the pillow beside him.
And then there was the unmistakable evidence of another presence - a clump of curly black hair nestled among the tangled sheets.
The boy knew it wasn’t his own.
He instinctively covered his bare body, his face flushing red with anger upon seeing how it was severely claimed by someone else.
With unsteady legs, which trembled as though made of jelly, he finally attempted to stand up. Only then did he spot the large tray of food nearby, now gone cold. Was his captor trying to win him over with a meal? Pah! As if he would succumb to such tactics!
In a fit of anger, the boy knocked the tray over, feeling a pang of guilt as he gazed upon the carefully prepared food.
Upon further inspection of the room, he realized he appeared to be alone, at least for the moment. Slowly approaching the sizable mirror positioned in the room's center, the boy scrutinized his bruised body with cautious eyes.
There were marks of affection everywhere, from hickeys and love bites between his thighs, on his buttocks, across his stomach, and, of course, scattered upon his chest and neck. He also noticed the faint impressions of fingers on his hips and the swollen state of his lips.
As he focused more on his reflection, he finally recognized the features of a handsome youth, perhaps around sixteen years old, on the cusp of manhood. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he stumbled backward.
He needed to get out of this place, and fast.
He hastily went through the closet in the room, finding many robes in the green tones of colours, while the other half of robes were either white, black, or dark crimson.
The difference in the size of the robes confused him; who would need two different sizes? But he was far too panicked to pay it any attention.
He draped several of the green robes over his body with practiced movements, the hems falling over his shoulders.
Even though the robes were obviously oversized, he could not afford to be choosy at this point.
When he felt he was sufficiently presentable, he hurried out of the modest dwelling.
Immediately he was met by a crowd of disciples of a sect in front of the strange hut.
Some glanced at him inquiringly, but none said a word.
Could he be a disciple of this sect too?
Something was still not quite right.
“Shen Qingqiu! What the hell were you doing this entire day?! You–” Someone called out.
It was the sound of approaching footsteps that caused the boy to whirl around, coming face-to-face with a handsome man. The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, his hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail, a mole resting beneath sharp eyes. The boy—or rather, what did this man call him again? Shen Qingqiu?—gazed up at him, the significant height difference between them unmistakable. This man certainly seemed capable of overpowering him! Was this his captor?
"What in the world? Have you experienced a qi deviation?" the man suddenly asked, taking a few steps closer to the shorter boy.
"Stay away from me!" Shen Qingqiu exclaimed, recoiling with a sharp yelp.
The man regarded him with a confused expression before he turned on his heel. "Stay here, I’ll look for help," he stated briskly before hurrying away.
Yeah, as if!
As soon as the peculiar man was out of sight, Shen Qingqiu took off running. The stiffness in his legs was unbearable, but somehow he managed to tolerate it. He didn't know where he was headed; all he knew was that he had to get the fuck away from that sect.
After what seemed like an eternity of running down the mountain, Shen Qingqiu's heart leaped with joy at the sight of a town sprawled out before him. Perhaps he could find some answers at the local library.
The town appeared neither excessively large nor conspicuously small; some streets bustled with activity while others lay nearly deserted. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but attract curious glances as he traversed the town, likely due to the oversized garments draped over his frame. Listen, people, this was a critical situation, alright?!
It was only after scouring the area around that Shen Qingqiu was awakened from his thoughts by a grumble emanating from his stomach. The sound echoed loudly, signaling his intense hunger. And it wasn't just any hunger; it was a heavy feeeling of starvation. The shock he went through while waking up had momentarily dulled his senses to any bodily needs, but now they crashed upon him with full force—the ache in his limbs, the overwhelming fatigue, and above all, the ravenous hunger. Suddenly, a pang of guilt swept over him as he recalled the kicked tray of food.
Rummaging through his pockets, Shen Qingqiu's spirits lifted upon discovering a handful of coins. Though unfamiliar with the currency, he hoped it would suffice for a simple meal, perhaps a steamed bun or two.
It was getting late, and Shen Qingqiu finally mustered enough energy to buy himself a steamed bun. But once again, he hit a dead end.
"Listen, brat , I don't know if you're joking, but this isn't nearly enough," the shop owner snapped.
Shen Qingqiu nervously played with his fingers. He really wanted that steamed bun! "Uh… You see, I..”
Suddenly, a hand reached from behind him and placed a golden coin on the counter. "This should cover it," a deep voice said.
Shen Qingqiu tensed. Someone much bigger than him was standing behind him, and this stranger even paid for him! A million questions raced through his mind, and what finally snapped him out of it was the shopkeeper's gruff acceptance of the coin. Then, the owner turned around–beginning to knead the dough.
Shen Qingqiu immediately turned to look at the stranger, and as soon as he saw him, he felt his mouth go dry. Of course, only from pure astonishment! Shen Qingqiu was straight man!
Behind him stood a tall man, perhaps around two heads or so taller than Shen Qingqiu himself. And he was breathtakingly handsome. He wore a calm smile, as he was looking down at Shen Qingqiu. What he also noticed were the long and curly locks which framed the man’s face. Curly hair wasn’t seen often among people.
The man seemed to notice that the boy was staring, thus he closed his eyes and smiled even a little wider. Shen Qingqiu felt his cheeks tint red with embarrassment, therefore he immediately lowered his head.
“Ah, um… Many thanks to this honorable master,” Shen Qingqiu finally said, his gaze trailing back upwards. The man froze for a while, then he looked at Shen Qingqiu with a confused expression–and then he smiled again.
“No need to thank me. You don’t seem like a child from the streets. Tell me, are you a runaway?” The man calmly asked, maintaining his smile the entire time. Shen Qingqiu only shook his head in denial; “No, I–”
The shopkeeper's voice echoed behind him. “One steamed bun, kid,” he called out.
Shen Qingqiu acknowledged the man's words with a polite smile before reaching for the warm bun–then, with swift moves, he turned to the smiling man with curly hair.
“Ah, I know a charming tea house nearby. Care to share your story there?” The curly haired man's soothing voice eased Shen Qingqiu's nerves.
Without detecting any malice in the man's demeanor, Shen Qingqiu nodded in agreement.
The journey to the tea house was quiet. The man led the way while Shen Qingqiu followed silently. Though uncertain of the man's intentions, Shen Qingqiu couldn't deny his willingness to assist a seemingly lost child.
Once seated, the man ordered classic black tea and turned expectantly towards Shen Qingqiu, prompting him to speak.
"I... um... My name is Shen Qingqiu, I believe. I woke up in a strange bed, with no memory of how I got there," Shen Qingqiu confessed, omitting the harrowing details of how he most likely got raped by someone.
The man with curly hair nodded sympathetically. "There are many sick people in this world, A-Qing . Fear not, I mean you no harm; my only intention is to help you," he assured with a gentle smile.
Shen Qingqiu returned the nod, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't shake off the strange sensation that enveloped him whenever he looked at the man—a warmth he couldn't quite comprehend. It was as if he harbored an inexplicable affection for this stranger, yet he couldn't pinpoint why.
The man's forehead marking stirred a sense of familiarity within Shen Qingqiu, but the memory remained frustratingly elusive. And the man's fragrance, a delicate blend of white cecilias and lotus seeds, only added to the confusion.
With his long, curly hair and distinctive attire, the man seemed to hold a missing piece of Shen Qingqiu's mind, leaving him with a lingering sense of unease and curiosity.
“Mn. Many thanks to this master.” Shen Qingqiu politely smiled back.
“This disci–” The man suddenly choked on his own words, “This master’s name is Luo Binghe,” he sweetly said.
For Shen Qingqiu, addressing the older man by his name seemed too impolite—especially considering the man had paid for him and offered to help.
"Gege," Shen Qingqiu said simply, offering a smile to the man.
However, instead of a gentle smile in return, Luo Binghe’s gaze bore into him intensely, leaving Shen Qingqiu feeling vulnerable and uneasy. The gaze was hungry and lustful, like a starving beast that was ready to pounce on its victim. It seemed as if the man's eyes wanted to consume him whole, sending a shiver down Shen Qingqiu's spine and leaving his throat dry.
But just as quickly as it had appeared, the intensity vanished, replaced by the expected small smile and kind eyes.
Shen Qingqiu wondered if he had imagined the whole thing.
"In all honesty, A-Qing, I suspect that a herb called Forget-All might've been used against you," Luo Binghe said, his tone serious.
Forget-All? What an unoriginal name, Shen Qingqiu mused silently.
"I've heard tales of despicable men using this herb to lure innocent girls into their beds. Once ingested, the poor victim becomes like a puppet, their mind clouded and body limp. And when they wake, it's with no memory, just a heavy fog in their mind," Luo Binghe explained calmly, pouring Shen Qingqiu a cup of tea, who nodded along in understanding.
"It's terrible to use such a thing on a child," he added, his voice tinged with sympathy, concern evident on his face. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for this compassionate man.
"Do you perhaps know of a way to recover my memories? I... I don't even know if I have a family, but if I do, they must be terribly worried," Shen Qingqiu asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
Luo Binghe's expression saddened as he averted his gaze. "I apologize deeply, but the only solution for this situation—" he paused, coughing softly, "—it's not suitable for someone your age."
Intrigued, Shen Qingqiu pressed on, "Please, tell me anyway?"
Luo Binghe sighed, his gaze returning to Shen Qingqiu. "How old are you, A-Qing?"
After some thought, Shen Qingqiu pieced two and two together and replied, "I'm sixteen."
Furrowing his brows, Luo Binghe paused before suggesting, "Today has been quite tiresome. I believe you'll be better prepared to hear the answer after a good night's rest. I have a room reserved at a nearby inn. If you wish, you can stay there for the night."
Though Shen Qingqiu wished to delve deeper into the matter, he trusted in Luo Binghe's kindness. There had to be a reason for his suggestion to rest first. Thus, without objection, Shen Qingqiu silently agreed.
As night settled, neither spoke further. They simply sat in silence, sipping their tea. That is, until Shen Qingqiu broke the silence.
"Is this honorable master a traveler? Is it safe for you to spend the night at an inn? Your wife must be concerned," Shen Qingqiu inquired.
A grin curved on Luo Binghe's lips, his eyes narrowing playfully at Shen Qingqiu. "And why would you assume I have a wife?"
Shen Qingqiu's cheeks flushed at the unexpected question. "Um, well... You are handsome and kind. Surely any woman would be fortunate to have you. So, I imagined your wife must be as beautiful as you are."
Luo Binghe burst into laughter, resting his cheek against his palm. "Indeed. My wife is both beautiful and kind. She can be cold at times, but I find it endearing. She chose me and stood by me when no one else would. That's why I love her more than anyone."
As Luo Binghe spoke, Shen Qingqiu sensed the genuine love emanating from him. It was a love that seemed pure and unwavering. Surely, his wife was blessed to have a man like him.
"It seems we've talked longer than expected—follow me to the inn. This shop will close soon," Luo Binghe suggested.
And so, they walked through the streets together. Shen Qingqiu followed behind Luo Binghe, secretly admiring the taller, more muscular man.
The journey wasn't too long, not enough for Shen Qingqiu to get lost in his thoughts. The inn appeared ordinary, but Shen Qingqiu wasn't fussy.
Luo Binghe led him upstairs to a nicely decorated bedroom.
"Don't worry, you can sleep on the bed. I'm not tired," Luo Binghe reassured him.
Shen Qingqiu wanted to argue, but exhaustion weighed heavily on him, so he simply nodded wearily. Settling onto the bed, Shen Qingqiu relished the softness of the mattress. Lost in thoughts of sleep, he was startled when Luo Binghe suddenly spoke up.
"The cure for that flower's effects is intimacy. Dual cultivation for cultivators, but I assume that's not your life-style," Luo Binghe explained.
Shen Qingqiu felt a chill run down his spine.
"But that's not all. If a day passes without breaking the flower's spell, regaining memories becomes nearly impossible," Luo Binghe added, filling Shen Qingqiu with dread.
Even though Shen Qingqiu knew what sex was, the revelation still shocked him. Despair washed over him, leaving him feeling trapped.
"If... If you're willing, I could... assist you," Luo Binghe added nervously.
Shen Qingqiu's eyes widened in disbelief. At first, he thought he misheard, but reality sunk in. Luo Binghe was suggesting they... sleep together.
This man was truly too kind, willing to go to such lengths to aid someone like Shen Qingqiu.
"I... I could never agree to that—this master has a wife. I couldn't bear the guilt," Shen Qingqiu responded.
Luo Binghe shook his head. "My wife also has a heart for helping those in need. She would do the same. I can assist you. So please, let me."
Shen Qingqiu swallowed hard. He was a straight man, he was attracted to women. The idea of being intimate with another man...
“Be gentle with me, Gege.”
Shen Qingqiu struggled to maintain his composure as he felt Luo Binghe's presence looming close behind him. Sweat beaded on his brow as the realization that the latter was undressing set in.
Shen Qingqiu did not move, unsure of whether to undress as well or to stay still. After several moments, Luo Binghe approached him, his tone soft and warm. He asked, "Do you want...me to do it for you?"
Shen Qingqiu’s face flushed as he felt Luo Binghe’s fingers hook against his robes. He nodded.
As Luo Binghe's fingers hooked against the fabric of Shen Qingqiu's robes, he could feel the smaller boy trembling beneath his gaze. This only further intensified the hidden hunger within him, wanting him to rip the boy’s clothes apart.
“G-Gege–I just wanna say–I… I’ve never done stuff like this before I–” Shen Qingqiu mumbled.
As Luo Binghe yanked downwards on the fabric of Shen Qingqiu's robes, exposing the boy's pale shoulders and pretty nipples, a grin spread across his face. "Just lay back, A-Qing," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and desire. "Let Gege do all the job, yes?"
Shen Qingqiu nodded nervously, shaking under Luo Binghe's intense stare. Before long, Shen Qingqiu was lying on the bed without his clothes. Luo Binghe eyed him hungrily before leaning in.
In that moment, their lips crashed together. Shen Qingqiu was inexperienced, but he found himself whimpering under the sheer assault of the older man’s mouth. It was hot, wet, and fast. Shen Qingqiu’s mind was spinning, his belly burning with heat and desire.
Luo Binghe’s finger brushed against Shen Qingqiu’s nipple, causing the boy to gasp in both embarassment and unexpected pleasure. Grasping the oppurtunity, Luo Binghe dived inside of that hot–inviting mouth, uncaring whether was too fast for the unexperienced boy or no.
Shen Qingqiu whined and moaned under him, his face was flushed with pretty pink; while his eyes were closed, laced with tiny drops of unspilled tears. Oh, how Luo Binghe wished to ravage him.
“Gege–Gege– Please, slower–” Shen Qingqiu gasped between the rough kisses, only the word ‘Gege’ forcing Luo Binghe to stop; guiding him into pressing softer kisses on Shen Qingqiu’s lips.
The same lips, who were very much bruised by now.
Luo Binghe’s eyes roamed Shen Qingqiu’s body, occasionally squeezing at his tiny waist, “A-Qing, I wish to make this as pleasurable as I can, considering this is your first time. Allow me to treat you like a lover.”
Shen Qingqiu cried out in agreement, his tiny cock already weeping pre-cum; as it stood tall, nearly begging for some attention.
Luo Binghe licked his lips looking at it. He abandoned Shen Qingqiu’s mouth, bending downwards just to capture the little thing with his mouth. Shen Qingqiu screamed, his toes curling, as he roughly fisted Luo Binghe’s hair, “Gege–Not there–It’s— ah –filthy,”
Luo Binghe didn’t seem to listen; Shen Qingqiu’s tiny gasps and mewls urged him to eat his pretty little cock more. On the other end, Shen Qingqiu felt like he could die from pleasure–the heat of it was burning low in his belly, allowing him to get lost in it far too easily.
Shen Qingqiu knew he was about to lose it, when Luo Binghe’s tongue pressed against his slit–causing him to twitch against his own will, “I’m gonna–It’s gonna come out, ah, ah, Gege–”
Luo Binghe responded with a hum, the vibrations making Shen Qingqiu nearly scream. The rough punishment of Binghe’s mouth continues–and once he took Shen Qingqiu a little deeper into his mouth than usual, he was already having a stream of cum shot down his throat.
After a few moments of savoring the taste, Luo Binghe finally lifted himself up, looking at the fucked out state his wife was in. There was hair sticking to Shen Qingqiu’s face everywhere; his cheeks were flushed with a pretty red, and the places where his tears pooled shined nicely on his face. There was also the unmistakable drool in the corner of his mouth, while he himself was gasping for air.
His little A-Qing was so lewd.
Luo Binghe leaned above him, their size difference far too obvious in this position–
Shen Qingqiu’s body was burning, he didn’t know what he needed–but there was something he deeply ached for–
Luo Binghe’s hands swiftly spread Shen Qingqiu’s legs, bending the poor boy in half, “Allow Gege to do this, you might feel uncomfortable at first, but this is crucial, yes?”
Shen Qingqiu nodded, his body trembling with need. Then, he felt two wet fingers press against a very scandalous spot of him–one he wouldn’t even dream of touching. The fingers rubbed the entrance there for a while, before one of them dived into the tight cavern. Shen Qingqiu winced; it wasn’t in pain, he was just uncomfortable. It felt odd having something inside of there.
“Relax, A-Qing,” Luo Binghe whispered in his ear, while his lips peppered soft kisses down Shen Qingqiu’s throat. After the tight little entrance losened, Luo Binghe began to slowly thrust inside of it, his fingers delicately stretching the tiny hole.
Shen Qingqiu’s throat betrayed him, as the unexpected pleasure caused tiny gasps of pleasure bubble outside of him. It felt oddly nice . The stretch wasn’t too overwhelming, but still harsh enough to be felt . When Binghe hit a particular spot, Shen Qingqiu fully cried out, tears spilling from his eyes.
“That’s a good boy, listen to Gege,” Luo Binghe praised, adding another finger to the merciless pounding of his fingers. Shen Qingqiu was shaking under him, erotic moans falling from his lips with each thrust. It felt good, it felt too good–
The digits stretched him so well, massaging and rubbing his wet insides–Shen Qingqiu was lost in thought about how good another man was making him feel, until Luo Binghe suddenly curls his fingers and oh– Shen Qingqiu wants and wants and wants .
He knows he’s close, his second orgasm that night coming soon, but suddenly, Luo Binghe removes his fingers all at once; causing the poor Shen Qingqiu cry out in despair. His hips wiggled, as if attempting to make Luo Binghe dive back in.
“Patience, A-Qing, Gege will fill you up with something much better,” Luo Binghe reassured, his hands fishing out his own cock from his pants. Once Shen Qingqiu looks at the monster in between Luo Binghe’s legs, he gulps.
“Gege–that–that won’t fit,” Shen Qingqiu gasped in despair. “Gege will make it fit,” Luo Binghe stated as a matter of fact, before he stroked himself twice or thrice.
Shen Qingqiu quickly closed his eyes, spreading his own ass; the little hole inviting the other man to ravage it. Luo Binghe chuckled, the tip of his cock rubbing playful circles against Shen Qingqiu’s hole, “Shit, A-Qing, if I knew you were such a whore for my dick, I would’ve bent you over that table in the tea house,” he confessed, as he began to slowly impale Shen Qingqiu on his cock.
The boy under his nearly screamed; the sheer stretch was far too much for him to handle–it was simply too big , but Binghe still wasn’t stopping; causing the little Shen Qingqiu to panic. Regardless, his pretty hole still swallowed up every single inch of the intrusion, wrapping around it ever so nicely–Luo Binghe surely admired the view below him.
After a few moments, Luo Binghe’s hips were flushed against Shen Qingqiu’s ass; indicating that he was nearly balls deep inside of him. Shen Qingqiu looked up–Luo Binghe wore that extreme hungry gaze once again, following to where he was looking, Shen Qingqiu let out a gasp.
It was his stomach. More like, his stomach with a vey visible bulge. Luo Binghe was so deep inside of him that it created a bulge–he nearly came from the realization alone.
Luo Binghe’s fingers traced against Shen Qingqiu’s bloated tummy, “Look at how well you’re taking me, A-Qing, you were made for this,” as soon as he finished speaking, his hips began to move. It was a slow pace, just enough to get Shen Qingqiu used to the intrusion more.
At first, the thrusting felt a little awkward, but after a few moments, Shen Qingqiu sighed in relief when he began to feel good . The way Luo Binghe’s cock stretched his walls brought stars into his view, forcing him to tighten down in sync with Luo Binghe’s thrusts.
Taking that as the indication that the boy below him was alright, Luo Binghe set a much faster pace–Shen Qingqiu’s tiny body rocked up and down, tears now fully dripping down his cheeks.
It was too much. It was too little. He wanted it to stop. He never wanted it to end.
The thrusting was punishing, Luo Binghe seemed a little too much into it; considering he was only supposed to ‘help’ a confused boy. Being the lucky man that he was, Shen Qingqiu was getting fucked too hard to notice anything strange about this entire setup.
“Fuck, A-Qing, I could do this with you forever. So small beneath me, so young for such lewd things; yet you’re enjoying this like the desperate little thing you are.”
Shen Qingqiu let the words enter through one ear and then exit right through the other–far too focused on his prostate being roughly pounded into by a massive, hot dick. The thrusts seemed oddly calculated; as if to ensure that each pound would make him see stars and beyond. It was working .
“Gege–Gege–I don’t think–I can’t come for a second time I–” Shen Qingqiu hiccuped, he was full on crying right now, his broken voice trailing off into lewd moans.
“You can do it, come for me, A-Qing,” Luo Binghe coaxed, and as if to demonstrate what he just said, a particular harsh thrust made Shen Qingqiu’s tiny cock weep with a rain of cum.
After that, everything faded into darkness.
“Filthy, despicable beast!” Luo Binghe awoke to a rather harsh hit into his head. Turning around, he noticed his all too familiar fully-grown Shizun.
“Mmm, Shizun, you’ve returned to me,” Binghe replied with a sleepy voice, while his hands wandered off to latch onto Shen Qingqiu’s waist. “Don’t even bother touching me! I had amnesia , and your first thought was to bend me over?!” Shen Qingqiu fumed, attempting to get away from his husband (to no avail).
“Mmh, but Shizun was so sexy like that. Small and gullible, with all respect, this disciple wished to have his way with tiny Shizun the first time he saw him,” Luo Binghe stated as a matter of fact.
Shen Qingqiu replied with a scandalized gasp, (no longer attempting to get away after many unsuccessful attempts) “You thought you were so slick! All of that was made-up bullshit so that you could fuck the little me! Forget-All flower?! Seriously!”
Luo Binghe had the nerve to chuckle, his lips pressing provocative kisses across the marked canvas of Shen Qingqiu’s nape, “I agree, this disciple wasn’t very clever making that story up, perhaps he needs a lecture?”
Shen Qingqiu laughed coldly, “You think about sex even now?”
Sadly, all of Shen Qingqiu’s protests died out when Luo Binghe’s sticky hands found his nipples, “Or perhaps it’s my Shizun who’s in need of proper correction. Walking around the town in the evening in oversized clothing like that, all of the lovely marks this disciple had left on him were visible for anyone to see. What a sight it was; what if some old pervert wouldn’t control himself? What then?”
Shen Qingqiu’s lips trembled, screw Luo Binghe and screw his skilled fingers!
“Little A-Qing would be forced down on his knees in a dark alley. Or perhaps he would be bent over, who knows? What I know, however, is that he would enjoy every second of it, just like Shizun is enjoying this disciple’s fingers,” Luo Binghe then leaned in, his hot breath tickling Shen Qingqiu’s ear, before he whispered, “How scandalous .”