Clingy Love

Jinbao cursed angrily, “Fuck your mother, I’ll fight you to the death.” Jinbao forcefully tried to headbutt him, but the other narrowly dodged. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Jinbao landed an elbow on his shoulder, forcing him to retreat. That “Rong Yue” rubbed his shoulder and grinned, flashing white teeth. The seductive tone that […]

Jinbao really had to marvel at his own ox-like strength. Even though his fingers could no longer move and his lower body felt like it had disappeared, he still didn’t pass out. He stayed fully conscious the whole time, from dusk until dawn, as Que Siming tormented him. By the end, he couldn’t even shoot

Jinbao let out a low “hey,” murmuring, “Such nice clothes…” Que Siming reached around his back, pulling his firm chest out of the shirt, and started kissing and biting recklessly at the smooth texture. Meanwhile, his other hand impatiently went for Jinbao’s belt. Que Siming was being rough, and when he pulled down Jinbao’s pants,

Jinbao hesitated at the door for a long time, unable to muster the courage to go in. In the end, the door suddenly swung open with a bang. Que Siming stood there in all black, his pale mask concealing his emotions, lips tightly pressed together as he looked down at him. Jinbao hurriedly asked, “Que

Jinbao felt a bit awkward. “What’s wrong? Are you okay now?” “Brother Jinbao, did you come back to see Rong Yue?” “Huh? No, no, I just forgot something.” Jinbao placed him back on the bed, then expressionless, moved away. He wandered around the room and finally found his small pouch in the corner. He carefully

What should one usually say when caught in the act? Que Siming hadn’t displayed such an oppressive and threatening aura in front of him for a long time. The fear from their first encounter surged up again. Before Que Siming could say a word, Rong Yue was already trembling with fear, his voice shaking, “Master

Jinbao deliberately chose a day when Que Siming was out handling some business and quietly slipped away. He knew he couldn’t let any servants follow him to see Rong Yue and planned to be quick about it—just go and return before Que Siming noticed. At this point, he didn’t think it was anything serious. Que

After Que Siming left, Jinbao got up, washed his face, changed his clothes, and planned to rest for a bit. He had barely lain down when the miracle doctor stormed back in, furious. “What happened?” The doctor kicked the large porcelain basin next to the table, shattering it into pieces. As if that wasn’t enough,

  Jinbao was carrying a bunch of random items, trailing behind Rong Yue. No matter how you looked at it, the scene appeared absurd, but he didn’t care—he just wanted to get Rong Yue home quickly and leave. What kind of situation was this? He was actually escorting Que Siming’s ex back home. If Rong

Jinbao quickly pushed him away, got up from the ground, and used the act of dusting off the dirt from his body to cover his embarrassment and guilt. Que Siming also stood up, his expression calm and unhurried as he dusted off his clothes, straightening them. “Shixiong, I thought you were busy.” Que Qingyuan’s fingers