Shi mei x Rong Jui
Shi Mei watches a pearl-like tear slide down the man's moonlit cheek. Rong Jui weeps as easily as rain pours from the heavens. Sometimes his sobs are coy accompanied by flushed cheeks and a slyly lowered head. Each drop used to tug at any pity hidden in greedy hearts.
Undignified, Yet his eyes linger on those damp cheeks, the redness of those peerless eyes.
Rong Jui sobs harder, his moonlit face growing blotchy with hues of red.
Beautiful
He can almost see the interest that brute Mo-Ran has in the man. Of course, Shi Mei would never lower himself to lie with anyone that beast fucked. Even as the image of dripping tears on that lovely face flushed with pleasure springs to mind and almost causes his manhood to stir.
No! His first time will be with Shizun not some cast-off.
Watching Mo ran’s whore cry is a perfectly innocent pastime, he muses catching one of those droplets on his finger.
He gives the man before him his softest look “ Now, tell me about something else that made you sad.”