Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Veins bulged on his forehead, muscles all over his body were tense, and Zandik tightly grasped Cheng Yan's wrist.

"Get down quickly!"

"Zan Zan, your body doesn't say that. It doesn't want me to go down!"

Cheng Yan showed no sign of restraint, and his movements became even more outrageous.

Zandik felt as if countless bugs were crawling all over his body. He immediately loosened his hands around Cheng Yan and tried to throw him off.

"Let go!" The tone was already threatening.

Cheng Yan held the person tightly with his hands and feet like an octopus.

"Zan Zan, you are already like this, let me try, I am very experienced! I guarantee that I will make you feel like you are in heaven!"

Zandik was racking his brains over how to get the man down, but when he heard what Cheng Yan said, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Where do you get your experience?"

"I'm just reading a book. Zanzan, don't worry about it. Close your eyes and feel it. It's very comfortable, very comfortable." Cheng Yan was so impatient that he wanted to strip Zandik naked immediately.

But Zandik didn't want to let Cheng Yan go easily, so he raised his hand and grabbed his clothes tightly to prevent Cheng Yan from succeeding.

"If you don't explain clearly, I won't let you go."

In order to make Cheng Yan stop his "beastly behavior" by taking advantage of the situation, Zandik tensed his body and raised his head, looking as if he was unwilling to obey Cheng Yan even if it meant a heroic "sacrifice".

Cheng Yan's movements stopped just as Zandik had imagined, and there was a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"Zan Zan, are you sure you want to know?"

Zandik nodded decisively. No matter what, he had to find a way to divert Cheng Yan's attention.

Where did this pervert come from? He just came up and started touching him randomly. His strength was as strong as an ox and he couldn't move him away.

Cheng Yan withdrew his hand, got off Zandik, turned around and looked for something in the cabinet next to the bed.

Zandik looked at the white flesh in front of him, which was tied with thin wires to make each part extremely conspicuous. He didn't know where to look for a moment.

Looking up at the rooftop, Zandik said, "Can you put on some clothes before looking?"

"No, Zan Zan, I'm here to seduce you."

"...Why." Zandik wanted to hold his forehead with his hand. It was the first time he heard an answer that left him speechless.

"Because I like you, this is my way of expressing my love for you."

"It must have been difficult for you to live to this age." He was not beaten to death.

Cheng Yan bent over and wrote and drew on a piece of white paper. Zandik couldn't help but want to do some ideological work on Cheng Yan.

He is now used to having Cheng Yan around him, but that is just like having an errand boy. Maybe it is a little special, but it is really hard to accept that he takes off his clothes and forces himself on her.

"There are many ways to express love. Can it be considered love if you only like someone's appearance and body?"

Zandik understood Cheng Yan's personality. Normally, he couldn't take his eyes off a good-looking person. He knew he was crazy, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy.

"But Zanzan, if you like someone, shouldn't you like them physically first? I know many people are together because they are compatible with each other, but Zanzan, I can guarantee that our bodies are more compatible than our souls!"

Cheng Yan was full of confidence, but Zandik inadvertently lowered his head to look at his lower body, then let out a light breath.

"You don't know me well enough."

"Zanzan, believe me, I wanted to sleep with you the first time I saw you, so I must like you super much, and you have to like me this much too, otherwise I will stick to you until you like me."

Zandik: You are unreasonable.

The usually cold-hearted person suddenly felt that he had encountered the biggest trouble in his life. Cheng Yan was like a beautifully packaged firework with two fuses, which would burn him no matter which end he lit. But now he was holding this firework in his arms and couldn't get rid of it.

Zandik raised his hand and pressed his temple. Before he could sort out his thoughts, he heard Cheng Yan speak.

"Okay! Zanzan, come and see! This is how I learned."

Zandik walked forward as he was told and his eyes fell on the paper on the table.

Then there was silence, a long silence.

Cheng Yan showed an expectant expression, "How about it? Great! Isn't this method very vivid and vivid? We can just follow it."

Zandik: "...Who allowed you to paint this kind of picture?"

It is simply immoral and disgusting.