C22

It was deep in the night, and the moonlight shone through the French windows. The curtains were not drawn, and the bright moonlight shone on the floor and on the bed.

On the bed covered with a blue silk bedsheet, two overlapping bodies were in the midst of vigorous exercise. At the same time, uncontrollable moans could be heard coming from the person below.

"Ugh …" Are you going to fucking kill me? Slow down! "

His entire body could not help but twitch. His hands could not help but grab onto the back of the person on his back, leaving behind traces on them.

"I will only make you feel so good you will die."

The black-haired man's aura was unstable. An elegant voice like a cello exploded in his ears, causing him to completely give up struggling. He was also unable to look at himself directly as he straightened his waist and coordinated with the other party's actions.

The man did not slow down, but instead sped up. His voice, which caused one's face to flush red, was magnified infinitely in the quiet night.

After an unknown period of time, when he was almost unconscious, the person on top of him suddenly slowed down.

"F * ck, you're so slow right now, just give me a clean — let go!"

The feeling of not coming up was too excruciating, especially when one was about to reach the peak.

The man's voice was slightly hoarse from desire. He used the pair of dark blue eyes that appeared even more profound in the dark night from top to bottom to stare at the eyes that were somewhat painful …

"Call me by my name."

"Hurry up and let go!"

"Call me by my name."

"Er — f * ck off!"

"Call me by my name."

The man kept repeating his orders over and over again. His voice sounded gentle, but in fact, it was full of the domineering power of a man.

After a few secret rounds of sparring, he finally could not hold on any longer. He covered his face with one hand and pinched the flesh of the man's shoulder with the other. He called out his name as if giving up all hope …

"Ling Sa …"

"..."

"Holy sh * t!"

Luo Danfaang was shocked by this spell-like name and jumped up from the bed. He stood on the floor barefoot for two minutes before realizing that he was dreaming.

Luo Danfaang no longer needed to look down at his underwear, but from the sticky feeling, he knew that the scary dream had let him do something good unconsciously.

Luo Danfaang had been in a good mood for the past few days and hadn't thought of Ling Sa for more than ten days. He thought that it was already past, but he didn't expect that the lingering ghost was still tormenting him in his dreams.

"Sigh!" Luo Danfaang sighed.

He was glad that he lived alone in his shitty little house that was over 20 square meters. If he slept with Lou Xiaofann, then he might be heard in his dreams.

Would he have to stuff his socks into his mouth in the future?

Luo Danfaang was having fun in the midst of his misery. He turned around and looked at the sky outside — it was gray with a bit of light. He reckoned it was around 5: 30 in the morning, so he immediately lost his desire to go to sleep.

Luo Danfaang took off his only covering and threw it into the sink. Then, he walked to the shower and turned it on.

Cold water sprayed out from the shower, causing Luo Danfaang to shudder.

"Fuck, can't we supply hot water earlier? How stingy!"

Luo Danfaang had never understood the weird rules of the 18th region. Anyway, there were no rules to be followed, it was as if Luo Danfaang had deliberately made them lose control of the water.

Well, maybe it was to be harsh on them.

Gritting his teeth and taking a quick cold shower, Luo Danfaang wrapped a towel around a big towel and washed his underwear in front of the sink, then put it on the shelf.

After doing all this, he went to the bed and found his slippers. He washed his feet in the bathroom and heated up a pot of hot water to warm his body. Then, he went back to the bed and lay down with his head wet.

The silver hair stuck close to Luo Danfaang's face, and not long after, a wet mark appeared on the pillow.