Ding Chenmo left a baffling statement before departing. Lai Bao didn't take his words to heart; after all, everyone was in the Mystic Sect, and meetings were nothing out of the ordinary.
After Ding Chenmo left, Lai Bao had no mood to bathe. He washed and wrung out his dirty clothes, slipped them back on, and quickly walked towards his dwelling.
In the dead of night, the breathing of the sleeping man gradually became heavy, and a certain part of his body was also slowly awakening.
Suddenly, his body shuddered, and a low moan escaped, the voice deep and magnetic, slightly raspy, exuding a sense of satisfaction after pleasure—exceptionally alluring and sensual.
Right after, the man opened his eyes, his chest still heaving unsteadily. Feeling the dampness beneath him, he cursed in annoyance, "Damn it!"
Living for over twenty years, it was the first time Ding Chenmo had such a dream, and to think he surrendered in it!
And it was unspeakably satisfying!!!
