Ethan is very forgetful of the lovers around him. Basically, he will leave them after having sex with this one or that one. If he meets a non-clingy person, he may play with her again. But if he leaves a clingy person, he will not touch her again.

We are all men. We know all the twists and turns in our hearts. Who doesn't want to have sex with young, beautiful and good-looking women all the time? What's the talk of everlasting love? Bullshit!

He, Ethan, is not a loyal and faithful person at all.

Ryan's possessiveness tonight made him upset. Virgins are trouble!

He rushed to the hospital and went straight to the back building.

Today, there was an ancient Roman theme party in the back building. It was a scene of extravagance and debauchery. Seeing Ethan's familiar people waving and greeting him, Ethan was in a bad mood and was too lazy to respond. He directly grabbed a girl who looked pleasing to the eye and pulled her hair to press her belly.

Desire gathered in the tightness and warmth. Ethan looked down at the sturdy bronze man who was skillfully trying to please him. He always liked this type of man. He was particularly eager to conquer him when he was pressed down. But now, his mind was full of Ryan's clean eyes.

Smiling, shy, fearful, crying...

"Fuck, fuck!" Ethan gritted his teeth and cursed fiercely. What the hell, is that little guy a goblin? What curse did he cast on him? Why can't he forget him?

Pulling the bronze man's hair fiercely, he thrust into his throat, watching his tearful eyes, feeling his throat moving, listening to his dry retching and coughing, the sadomasochism factor in Ethan's body was somewhat stable.

During the time he was with Ryan, he had never been cruel to him. He was so itchy that he could not bear it anymore. At most, he slapped him on the buttocks twice. The little guy was timid and afraid of pain. He kept admitting his mistakes and begging for mercy with tears in his eyes, and he could not slap him anymore.

Now there is someone who doesn't need to feel sorry for him...

Feel sorry? !

Ethan tried hard to erase these two words, and angrily dragged the bronze man under him, venting his anger unscrupulously.

Ethan was furious and ruthless. In the end, it was the doctor who saw that something was wrong and rushed over. He called a few people to save the bronze man. At this time, he had already fainted.

Sending a few men to the front building for treatment, the doctor looked at Ethan with a smile, "I didn't expect that the prime minister would lose control sometimes."

Ethan took a sip of wine, looked ahead with gloomy eyes, and had completely lost his usual gentle demeanor. At this time, he was more like a carnivore that had been taking off its disguise, dangerous and frightening.

The doctor was not afraid of him, because he could guess why Ethan lost control. He leaned over and handed him a cigarette. Ethan took his hand and put it in his mouth. The doctor lit one himself and touched Ethan's cigarette butt with his mouth.

Ethan looked at him, lit his own cigarette with his cigarette butt, took a deep puff, and swallowed all the smoke into his lungs.

The doctor slowly leaned his head against his shoulder armor and smoked with him.

From the perspective of evolution, men are closer to animals than women. When emotions are out of control, physical contact with companions is more soothing. The doctor's expert title is not bought.

At this time, two pure 1s harder than steel leaned together, like two male lions, lying neck to neck. The picture was as warm as the animal world under the sunset. If the doctor's hand didn't touch randomly...

"Want me to have sex with you?" Ethan said lightly.

The doctor paused and took his hand back silently. If the bronze man just now was not so miserable, he could consider giving him his first time later. Now... forget it. Ethan finished smoking a cigarette, his emotions gradually calmed down, he pushed the doctor away, picked up his coat and walked out.

The doctor looked at his back until he disappeared at the end of the corridor, and sighed for a long time.

Prime Minister, I'm afraid you're going to retire...