He said, “I, I should help you too…”
Bai Xingluo paused his actions to leave, like melting ice, he was once again captivated by Tong Sui’s unconscious gesture, willingly burning with passion.
He gently lifted a corner of the quilt, lay back down, and held Tong Sui tightly from behind.
“Do you want to help me?”
With his words, an almost imperceptible warmth brushed against Tong Sui’s earlobe.
Tong Sui nodded.
If Bai Xingluo could do that, then in the spirit of reciprocity, he should help once.
In the next second, his earlobe was unexpectedly bitten.
Tong Sui immediately shivered.
He was firmly locked in a steamy embrace, hearing that hoarse, deep voice flow into his eardrum.
“If the lord is to help me, it should not be like just now. Rather…”
His voice dragged out with an enticing tone as he squeezed his hand into Tong Sui’s palm, holding his fingers and pulling back.
Tong Sui was bewilderedly allowing himself to be led.
Until his fingertips touched something, he froze for two seconds, noticing the subtle harshness in Bai Xingluo’s tone.
“This area requires more assistance.”
Only then did Tong Sui realize, as a shiver ran down his spine, his voice trembling.
“How… how do I help?”
Around the lord, there were no other females, making this basic physiological knowledge scant.
Bai Xingluo squeezed his fingertips, “Do you want me to teach you?”
Tong Sui hesitated, blinking nervously, the sweat in his palm revealing his anxious feelings.
“What I said in the dream can’t be taken seriously, right?”
No, it can’t be.
How could he think this way…
Today had already been too excessive; how could he take advantage of the fact that it was his own dream?
Furrowing his brow in conflict and failing to hide his emotions, Bai Xingluo leaned down and kissed the small furrow between his brows.
“You’re tired today too; next time, I will definitely let you handle me.”
Hearing his blunt words, Tong Sui felt a rush of heat spread through him, his fingers curling up.
“You’re talking nonsense.”
“I’m not talking nonsense.”
Bai Xingluo held his fingers, impatiently rubbing his calloused palm against Tong Sui’s fingertip, his tender voice resembling a confession, “If possible, I truly want to be roughly handled by you; I would definitely think about dying in your arms.”
Tong Sui hurriedly turned, raising another hand to cover his mouth.
“Stop it.”
His palm was slightly damp from anxiety.
Suddenly, something brushed against him and then gently bit into his palm.
Like reaching out to tease a little dog by the roadside, he was unexpectedly met with enthusiastic affection, as if hoping to wag its tail and please him.
“Don’t you like what you hear?”
“It’s not that…”
Tong Sui took a deep breath, saying, “I understand what you mean now.”
It just sounded a bit strange; he wasn’t used to it.
But there was also a peculiar feeling growing from the depths of his heart; the only certainty was that he didn’t reject it.
“There are still many things you don’t know,” Bai Xingluo said as he embraced him, “From the first moment I saw you, my legs went weak.”
“You’re so gentle with me that I almost want to kiss you to death, but I fear you’ll run away from me.”
As he spoke, it seemed he wanted to make up for the kisses he hadn’t given, lowering his head for a deep kiss with Tong Sui.
Tong Sui completely lost the ability to resist, even ignoring the need to respond.
“I’ve been enduring for so long tonight; I don’t want you to be affected because of me. You can sit on such a high pedestal,”
He continued, his voice growing cold, “But I truly hate those bugs surrounding you, looking at you with those filthy eyes; they are delusional.”
He spoke at length, nearly pouring out his entire heart, along with his fervor and admiration.
At first, Tong Sui could concentrate, trying his best to listen, but his eyelids grew heavier, as if being pulled down into a vortex, the voice gradually fading until it was undetectable.
Tong Sui in his arms had closed his eyes, his breathing evening out, as it appeared he had fallen asleep.
Bai Xingluo paused his monologue.
He lowered his head and lightly kissed Tong Sui’s lips again, holding him tightly.
As the night gradually faded.
Under the thick curtains, more dust illuminated by the light became visible.
Only Tong Sui’s figure remained on the bed, while the clothes that had originally fallen to the floor were neatly folded and hung on the rack.
Oblivious to all of this, Tong Sui slept particularly soundly, as if he had expelled all negative emotions from the past few days, finally able to sleep peacefully.
Until the sky became completely bright,
Tong Sui lazily turned over, wanting to seek a warm embrace but found none.
He paused in his sleep, eyes still closed, groping along the sheets for a while.
Nothing.
Struggling open his eyes, he found the large room contained nothing but himself and the extinguished candle.
Tong Sui held onto the position he woke in, remaining dazed for a long time as the chaotic memories of last night began to gradually flood back.
Those kisses and words felt incredibly real; could it have truly been a ridiculous dream?
Tong Sui rubbed his brow.
As expected, fake alcohol is harmful.
He pushed himself up, the chill on his body pausing him momentarily.
Looking down, he discovered that the uniform he had tightly worn last night was now entirely unbuttoned.
Additionally, there were marks on his body that hadn’t existed before.
Tong Sui immediately threw off the quilt and dashed to the bathroom.
The bathroom featured a large mirror with intricately carved copper flowers on the edges.
The mirror reflected Tong Sui clearly; his hair was messy, his clothes wrinkled, like a victim of a wild night, still in a drowsy and bewildered state.
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