Xu Wendong didn't like dual cultivation without an emotional foundation.
In his view,
Such things were merely a form of release.
Besides physical relaxation, the soul gained no pleasure.
But this time,
He had a different feeling.
Perhaps it was because he was tied up and forced.
A strange thrill and recovery rose from his heart.
Especially when Zhongli kissed and caressed him, he felt his soul was elevated, experiencing an indescribable joy.
Thinking it over, although he had many close female friends, every time he did such things, he was the one taking the initiative and had never enjoyed the pleasure of being served.
"Men really are contradictory things, you keep saying you don't want to dual cultivate with me, but your body betrayed you!"
Looking at Xu Wendong's huge heirloom device, Zhongli teased coquettishly.
Xu Wendong wore an expression of having nothing left to live for: "I'm a normal man! How could I remain indifferent?"
