9.32 Mating Call [M]

He shot a skeptical look at Lu Yizhou who had remained as still as a statue ever since his intimate organ was exposed to the air. 

Could there be something wrong with the air filter? Doubtful, Zhao Bolin checked it once again. There should be no problems. The laboratory underwent maintenance every three months and he recalled perfectly that the last maintenance was only a few days before the zombie outbreak. It was impossible for the ventilator to fail and the air conditioner was also operating in full swing. 

So why was he still feeling so hot?

A gust of cold air caressed the back of his nape, sending goosebumps all over his body. Not due to the cold, but something else. Something even darker, hotter and sweeter than made him boil in anticipation. Sweat beaded between his furrowed brows as he examined Lu Yizhou's erection that did not show any signs of calming down.