C9 Lei Shaoqiang's Exclusive Desire
No one noticed that at the same time, Thunder Feng Xuan was disgusted by his words. A trace of unfamiliarity and displeasure quickly slipped through the former's heart, but he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Feng Xuan's waist, but he didn't reveal it on the surface. On the other hand, the latter stiffened his body, quietly hid the disdain and displeasure in his eyes, trying to suppress his resentment.
"Go, bring this young master a cup of wine."
Feng Xuan knew he was creating a staircase for himself, so he did not refuse at the same time. He got up and sat beside him, picked up the wine cup and handed it to him, throughout the whole process, he did not make any eye contact with anyone, but he gave off the feeling that he was attracting others. Even Xu Shaoyin, who was scheming from the beginning, could not help but narrow his eyes, naked plunder lurking in his eyes.
"What are you pretending for? If you want to eat, then eat him with Thunder tonight. Do we not do this much?"
Jiang Wentao and Soong Chengze also had a teasing expression on their faces. In fact, this kind of thing was very normal, people with their status would sometimes get tired of playing one-on-one, and they would also occasionally invite friends to have sex with each other, or exchange their love for each other and experience a different kind of gentleness. In comparison, Zhou's life was more complicated and messy than that of ordinary people.
"Hehe … This young master doesn't mind doing some 3P or whatever. As long as Thunder Ok, I'm okay with it."
Xu Shaoyin raised his wine cup and took a sip. Feng Xuan, who hadn't even glanced at him since the beginning, snuggled beside Thunder, showed a trace of displeasure in his eyes. He didn't know why, but he had a nagging feeling that Feng Xuan didn't like him.
His body stiffened once again, but Thunder seemed to have noticed his abnormality. He hugged him and comforted him by pinching his waist, slowly drinking the intoxicating red wine before slowly saying: "Shaoyin, don't touch my bottom line."
His voice was low and gentle, yet it carried an unquestionable tyranny. With his natural superiority and nurturing, Thunder had never been a man who liked to share things with others, even if that man had grown up in the same machine yard as him.
Feng Xuan's taste was like a poppy that bloomed in the wind. It wouldn't kill, but it carried a deadly poison. It was easy to taste it, but hard to stop. Before he got bored of it, he wouldn't let other men touch him.
No matter what kind of man Thunder was, since his identity and background was there, even if they didn't give him face, they would have to give him face, and even if they didn't give him face, they would have to give him face, and no one on the scene could compete with him.
Young Master Lei was very fond of it, right? Hehe … recommend your favorite collection!