The Brooding Puppy’s Desire

During class, Luo Zhi received a harassing text on his phone. [I put on peach-scented body lotion today, hubby, wanna smell it?] The boy stared at the message for a long time, his eyes flickering, before turning off his phone and stuffing it into his desk. Buzz… [Hubby talked to a girl today, I’m so jealous. I’ve decided not to call your name tonight during xx.] Buzz… [My leg is hurt, it’s so painful. I want hubby to lick it for me.] The pervert’s texts grew increasingly fitting for their identity. At first, they were somewhat restrained, but later, the content became more and more explicit—calling him "hubby" with practiced ease, their coquetry perfected to an art. Luo Zhi couldn’t ...