Zhang Wang was drowning in a cloud of delight. With the influence of alcohol mixing with searing heat, his excitement was terribly vivid. The thrum of his heart was in his ear and he loved the way Yu Yanlin trembled beneath his fingers, twitched under subtle ministrations and listened so eagerly to his words.
What was there not to love?
The thought echoed in his mind, the implications not yet clear through the haze of intoxication.
He listened carefully to the demon king's breathing, watched the way pale skin turned flush. And when Yu Yanlin was once again led to the edge, Zhang Wang devilishly retracted his hands, leaving the poor demon to sob and convulse.
