Su Liqin tried to stand up but it was as if he could not muster any strength. He glared at the man holding him and Shen Jiyu flashed him a sweet smile.
Shen Jiyu's nose was filled with a scent that was slightly sweet, slightly salty and he licked his lips, his eyes peering at the wet patch on Su Liqin's trousers, "What a waste!" He held Su Liqin with one hand and with his right hand, he stroked his hair. It was really soft, he took a sniff and closed his eyes, it smelled so good. Shen Jiyu could feel the fire in his body burning fiercely, everything about Su Liqin was calling to his basest desire.