Feng Mang by Chai Jidan (English Translation: COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 121

Wang Zhongding originally could have taken off Han Dong's swimming trunks and directly wipe the paint off his buttocks, which is far more in line with his consistent and upright conduct style. However, he opted to do the same action as Han Dong. He rolled up the edge of Han Dong's swimming trunk with his hard fingers, slowly gathered the cloth into his palm, and finally stuffed it between his butt cheeks, creating a pair of thongs.

Wang Zhongding silently scrutinized his work for a quite some time.

A scene appeared within his mind: Han Dong pinched the upper and lower ends of the swimming trunks that was sandwich between his butt cheeks and pulled it back and forth in the middle of the small crack. Han Dong's facial expression was absolutely more shameless than Wang Zhongding's had ever seen him...

As soon as this scene appeared, the male beast on Wang Zhongding's lower body began to raise its head. However, it was obviously impossible to go into heat at this time. He maintained his basic bottom line and would not take advantage of people during their difficult times, even though Han Dong would welcome it very much.

Wang Zhongding still poured the special cleaning agent on his hand and smeared it in Han Dong swollen butt.

As a result, because he scrubbed and washed the area, Han Dong swimming trunks got wet. Han Dong's wet and very enticing photo jumped into Wang Zhongding's mind.

In order to maintain his self-control, he simply took off Han Dong's wet swimming trunks.

As an result, Han Dong turned and laid on his side, the posture was exactly the same as that time he was having sleep paralysis.

Of course, this is also Han Dong's habitual sleeping posture, one leg bent up and the other leg stretched flat with the two legs separated creating an enormous angle. The private parts were all revealed, manifesting the wildest and boldest obsession in deepest part Wang Zhongding's heart.

Like a horse breaking free from its rein to wildly gallop on the grassland, he too was unable to endure it anymore.

Wang Zhongding bit Han Dong's neck.

In fact he is just a layman, he is not inferior in any aspect when compared to any man. The reason he has been alone all these years is not because he doesn't want to have s*x, but because no one caught his eye.

Han Dong's fingers entangled Wang Zhongding's hair and, in his sleepwalking state, issued a very sultry moan.

Wang Zhongding leaned and crudely sucked and licked Han Dong's neck, ear and lips, exhibiting a type of urgency and fanaticism that betrayed his long-repressed harmful mentality.

From when did it start?

Was it when Han Dong used his tongue and cheaply asked him whether he finds his tongue long? Or was it when he sleepwalked into his bed, groping him indiscriminately with his paws? When he received the beautiful sexy portraits on his email during the meeting? The flirtatious behavior of sending him the alluring big bird photo? Or can be from the moment Han Dong appeared with a body tailor-made for him...

No matter from when it started, Wang Zhongding certain about one thing: he is really obsessed with this person.

Perhaps he already realized at an earlier time yet he was unable to let go of his ego and arrogance. He was incapable of accepting that the person he liked is not compatible with his innate character, and that this person completely offends him.

Han Dong was in a daze and his mind was still confused yet he relied on his body's instinct to enthusiastically respond.

Wang Zhongding vented his genuine feeling, becoming more and more brazen. His tongue slid down from the neck to the chest and suddenly called Han Dong's statement "my nipples are very sensitive".