Those words left Wenzhi breathless.
He had already calculated that Xinyuan would need to fuck him in order to purge this level of corruption, but seeing him like this... so consumed by pure, naked yearning and passion, shifted everything.
Wenzhi's heart hammered against his ribs; his breath hitched, stolen entirely by the light touch tracing over his tattoo, which had healed seamlessly thanks to the advanced technology of this world.
Wenzhi couldn't think straight. Yet, he heard his own voice rasp out, "You can have whatever you want. I am your guide, after all."
He tried to sound detached, but failed miserably. He was flushed, already looking completely ruined by a single kiss, as if it were the very first time Shao Xinyuan had ever touched him.
He had once figured he would eventually grow used to this, perhaps even bored, but that was impossible. Not with the way Xinyuan immediately reclaimed his lips.
