When it was over, Lu Zihao's consciousness returned to the club's silent and dim private room. He glanced down at his mess. The smell of his own musk wafted around him. After the pleasure was only emptiness. There was no Long Jinjing beside him.
He expelled a long drawn-out breath. "What the fuck am I doing?"
Of course, nobody answered him. He couldn't even sense Lu Zihao's remnant within him which was normal. At least the guy had the decency to respect his "privacy" whenever he engaged in sexual acts.
He no longer felt interested in staying in the club and drinking like a pathetic lonely man in an empty room by himself. After cleaning himself up and tidying his messy clothes, he left the club and began driving aimlessly once again.
