After a fierce verbal sparring match, Barty Crouch Jr. knelt with his legs folded beneath him, leaning against the door as he licked the glistening moisture from the corner of his lips, a wicked smirk curling his mouth.
"It seems the senior is also missing me. Why not continue?"
With a hook of his fingernail, he unbuttoned the collar of Wenxiu Lord's shirt, revealing the taut, straining veins on his neck as he fought to restrain himself.
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