There was one thing Shen Ru had been absolutely right about: Mo Yu was a pervert.
The stronger and crazier Shen Ru became, the more excited Mo Yu grew, and the less he could bear to let the young man before him go.
Especially when this gorgeous rose was blooming so beautifully.
"I'd wanted to nurture you for another couple of days."
Mo Yu's fingers gently rubbed Shen Ru's leg. His voice was slightly husky, his dark eyes brimming with interest:
"How are you so clever?"
Shen Ru wasn't angry about this bizarre farce. On the contrary, he found it immensely entertaining.
Ever since he woke up, the man had kept steering him in the wrong direction, constantly telling him something was wrong with his body. Even that final stab at his own neck had left Shen Ru feeling exhilarated.
The young man leaned down, gripping the man's chin in a gesture of provocation, and said delightedly:
"If this is what you mean by courting me, then I really like it."
Their breaths mingled and tangled. Mo Yu suddenly raised a hand to the back of the young man's neck, pulling him down hard as he kissed those red lips he had coveted for so long.
Shen Ru froze.
Mo Yu seemed intent on proving to Teacher Shen what he had learned last time.
His frenzied assault relentlessly stimulated every active nerve in the young man's brain.
In the quiet room, besides two madmen locked in a fight to the death, there were three human diversions facing the wall in reflection.
Heat flowed between their lips. Shen Ru felt his heart racing.
Its pounding traveled from his chest to his ears, so violent it seemed about to burst through his eardrums.
*Strange. Did this body of his even have a