He was hard.
Mei Deng didn't know why, or what could've sprung up this excitement, but sitting on the Tainted Ghoul's thighs, he could not only see their leader's excitement, but he felt it.
'This guy, he's too fierce, he doesn't even show any reserve whatsoever.' Mei Deng bit his lower lip, trying to figure out what to do.
'If I try to fight him, it'll be useless, the only person here who can go against him in combat is brother traffic.' he panicked at the feel of the other man's hands caressing his thighs. His hands which looked slender to Mei Deng, could surprising grip his thighs, and when it did the back of his palm became veiny.
"What's wrong?" The soothing voice from beneath stole his attention, Mei Deng blinked twice then returned his gaze at the man under him.
"I'm…thirsty."
The Tainted Ghoul arched his brows, "Thirsty? I see, you will need a wet throat." He said with all seriousness in his tone.
