The more Dong Tianleng thought about it, the more excited he was. His two eyes were fantasizing about the beauty of his future. The thought of the shocked expressions of others had excited him, to the extent as if he was experiencing an orgasm. With a slant of his body, he then lied on Yun Yang's quilt. He clapped both of his hands forcefully on the quilt, guffawing and laughing outrageously and wantonly. He was in high spirits, and his mirth seemed to be without end.
Yun Yang was speechless once again.
After a long time, he could stand it no longer.
"Are you about done? How long more do you still wish to laugh?"
"Will you stop?" a stern voice admonished the maniacal fiend.
"Alright, alright, I'm done... "Dong Tianleng gasped, short of breath. His eyes were filled with tears of mirth.
Yun Yang looked at him blankly and remained silent for a long while. Dong Tianleng finally calmed down and settled his body comfortably.