The mosquito man

After a while, Xiao Ming only felt a faint fragrance floating into his nose. Then, the meat stick was cool, as if there was some liquid dripping on his meat stick. Then the liquid was stirred by a gentle force and spread evenly on his meat stick. It’s strange that when I touch it, I feel pain to death. When teacher Dai teases me, I just feel a tingle from the meat stick into the blood vessel, and under the drive of the heart, it flows through every corner of the body. That kind of comfortable feeling Xiaoming has never had in his life.