337 Precarious Rut

It took a total of six days for He Juan's rut to subside. By then, the sky outside his window had already turned into a majestic golden, reminiscent of the setting sun that splashed the sky with its splendid glory.

Laying on the bed with his limbs spread like a starfish, he breathed out a sigh of relief and stared blankly at the creamy ceiling for a while, still reeling from the fervent heat that had not truly dissipated from his sweaty skin.

He had never expected his rut to arrive two months sooner than scheduled.

That day, he had taken a cold shower as soon as he returned home and did not even bother to wipe himself afterward, hoping that the chill could permeate into every pore on his body and tamper down the churning desire. After making sure that the door was truly locked, he had crashed down to the bed and passed out almost immediately, only to wake up with a start in the middle of the night.

Hot… so hot…