Ye Jun
He kept staring at me, my chest still heaving, water dripping off his hair. Then he laughed,"Yeah. Sure. I agree. We're done. Totally done."
I blinked. Wait, what? He agreed? Just like that? Something bad to be wrong, something was fishy. The Ye Si woo I knew would never.
He reached down, thumbs hooking in his waistband, and shoved his wet trousers down. They hit the floor with a slap. His dick sprang out, hard, angry, and right there at the base of inked in sharp black letters curving along the skin right above where his cock met his body: YE JUN.
My brain short-circuited. I stared. Couldn't look away. "What the actual fuck is that?"
He smirked, stepping closer, dick bobbing with the movement. "Surprise. Got it for you. Thought you'd like it."
