Zhao Dagang was still hesitant, and Zhang Shun said again: Master, anyway, this matter is the first time, I don’t care about it for the second time, just pretend to be tired of work, relax. Zhao Dagang thought that his pitiful salary was not enough to buy a new clothes for Lao Po’s son, so he said: Okay, I’ll go to you at 7 o’clock, and then put down the phone and finished the meal. Zhao Dagang went into the bathroom to take a shower. He never scrubbed his body so seriously. Even the secret parts he had never paid attention to before were taken into consideration when applying soap to his asshole. He tried to poke it in with his fingers and started to get a little slim. Later, he slowly went in. The feeling of swelling reminded him of Zhang Shun’s impact. Kiba under his crotch actually hardened. Zhao Dagang quickly washed away the soap, changed his body and cleaned his clothes and went out.