Novel blurb
As the youngest son of the Yan family, Yan Zhong has an older brother to shield him from the storm and countless underlings at his beck and call. Since birth, he has been treated like royalty.
Every now and then, a few fools go out of their way to provoke him. But although Yan Zhong is tall and slender, beneath his smooth lines lies astonishing explosive strength. The moment he raises his fists, everyone who crosses him ends up beaten, reduced to a defeated underling or a stray dog.
Later, he learns to rein himself in a little, but all that really means is burying his emotions even deeper beneath his expression.
A restless, sullen air always clouds Yan Zhong's features. Yet his skin is pale as snow, giving him the misleading impression of someone cold and world-weary.
The shadows beneath his brows are deep, and his eyes are like two bottomless pools of ice. His gaze is always direct and full of impatience. Fortunately, his long, thick lashes, like the black feathers of a crow settling down, lend him an effortless, languid air.
Then his sworn enemy, the one who had always kept to his own side of the river, suddenly transfers into his class.
From then on, everything goes wrong.
The other guy's inexplicable provocations and constant entanglements get on Yan Zhong's nerves.
But what irritates Yan Zhong even more is that some unknown person has been assaulting him.
The equipment room lights suddenly go out. He instinctively turns to feel for the switch, only to realize a tall, broad-shouldered shadow is standing in front of him. Yan Zhong takes half a step back, ready to grab a volleyball bat nearby to defend himself.
Before he can react, a pair of warm hands completely cover his eyes. The person slams him down onto the mat behind him, then forces his struggling legs apart and pins them in place with a knee.
The other person swiftly pulls off his tie and binds his hands. Yan Zhong can only gasp and struggle helplessly. The person above him nuzzles his body like a dog marking its prey, then runs a wet, hot tongue over him from head to toe.
He feels like a fish on a chopping board, while the man above him uses the moonlight filtering through the window to admire him, forced into arousal and streaming with tears.
Again and again, he fails to find the person who has been assaulting him.
Yan Zhong is in a foul mood, smoking in the bathroom, when his sworn enemy approaches him again. Extremely impatient, he slaps him.
The other guy's nose is as sharp as a dog's. He catches the strong smell of medicine on Yan Zhong and insists on checking his injuries, no matter what. Just as Yan Zhong swings a second slap at him, his clothes are torn open with a sudden rip!
The suggestive, indecent marks all over his body are instantly exposed to the air.
His sworn enemy grabs Yan Zhong by the arm and, as if he'd lost his mind, demands to know who did this to him.
How the hell would I know?!
Yan Zhong's curse is still caught in his throat when the other guy starts pulling down his pants, saying he needs to check!
It takes almost all his strength to clamp one hand around his sworn enemy's neck and slam him hard against the wall, while his other hand clutches desperately at his pants before they can fall...
P.S. Yan Zhong is the gong.
The gong is doted on. I'm a hardcore protagonist fan. My kink for this story is a dog going mad and overstepping his place, while the gong grabs him hard by the throat to make him calm down. The dog can only come forward to kiss him when the gong allows it. And of course, the gong is weak in bed.
Theme: A dog's mission
Oh my gosh, what a social setting [Glasses]
I rely on the cool writing and settings 💪 Will there be more updates for the goddess 😭