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Who is that man?
The question haunts his thoughts.Luo Binghe remains seated where he landed after being expelled from that jade world by that crybaby duplicate and his supposed shizun.A shizun that is not the Shen Qingqiu he knows.He glances at Xin Mo resting a stone’s toss away, and allows its dark miasma to wash over him. He replays the memories of everything that transpired in that alternate, parallel universe.The false peace.The overt weakness.The absolute hypocrisy.The unperturbed forest.The energizing wind.The true warmth.Loathe as he is to admit, there exists something that calls to him. Beyond its displeasing appearance, that other world gives him pause in a way nothing has before.He is Luo Binghe, Emperor of the Three Realms.The universe exists within the palm of his hand.He lacks nothing and possesses everything he could possibly desire.
Come with me.
He recalls the words that escaped him and the cold silence that greeted him in response.It only took five seconds for the hostility to transform into pure affection for his partner.And that is real.He too, has seen it, however briefly.That fire is burned into his memory.The passionate gaze.Those healing hands.Those plush, full lips sweetly surrendering to his own.That sensitive, graceful body yielding under his force.And had they not been interrupted?
His tongue teasing those pert, pink nipples.
A deep flush painting his gorgeous arousal.
His fingers stretching out those tight, powerful walls.
His thick cock, driving deeply into that inviting heat.
His wanton body and greedy hole forcefully keeping him inside.
His erotic gasps and sighs, crying out in the throes of pleasure.
...Luo Binghe gazes at the sky and contemplates.The universe exists within the palm of his hand.