"Fusheng, what exactly is our mission?" Long Ji looked at Fusheng, wanting to say something but hesitating, until he finally couldn't help but ask.
He was practically weeping on the inside. If he didn't leave soon, Fa'er would surely get his way. Gradually, he had come to realize that Fa'er's feelings for him were not some form of socialist brotherhood, but rather a carnal hunger for his body.
Mission? Fusheng was somewhat perplexed. What kind of mission could they possibly have? And why them?
Chapter 110