Chapter 225: A Risky Confession

In the shadows, an almost scorching body temperature seeped through the thin fabric of clothing. Suddenly, a beam of light from a patrol flashed in.

For a fleeting moment, Hesse’s face was illuminated, revealing the depths of his eye sockets and his deep green eyes, right down to the tiny lines around them.

The young and fierce man tilted his head, locking his intense gaze on him, swirling with dark emotions.

Yan Chuan felt something was amiss; his drowsiness faded a little. What could Hesse want, climbing onto his bed like this?

A sense of unease crept into Yan Chuan’s mind as he hesitated, calling Hesse’s name and gently pushing on his shoulder—

As expected, he couldn’t budge him.

The significant disparity in strength made him abandon that thought, and with uncertainty surrounding Hesse’s intentions, he decided to change the subject: “What do you want to say?”

Only then did Hesse stir slightly.

He merely adjusted his position, holding the much slimmer person tightly in his arms.

He pulled the quilt that had been pushed into the corner back over them, covering Yan Chuan as if protecting him from the chill.

With Hesse’s adjustment, Yan Chuan found his head resting completely on Hesse’s shoulder, snugly tucked into his embrace.

Their closeness was undeniable; if he tilted his nose even a little, he could touch the other’s cheek.

Yan Chuan squirmed slightly.

But he was different from Hesse. He was wary of attracting the guard’s attention, so his struggles were minimal and silent.

Given his naturally slight build, in trying to move, he only ended up tousling his bangs, and his clothes were a mess under the blanket.

Considering his unusually loose and baggy pajamas that could easily expose him, Yan Chuan decided to remain still.

Unable to push the man away and incapable of struggling, the black-haired beauty seemed to give up, leaning languidly against Hesse.

Then, the languid beauty heard Hesse whispering softly into his ear.

“I want to kiss you.” The young man’s eyes sparkled brightly, resembling two flames burning with intensity as he revealed his intention.

At these words, Yan Chuan’s eyes widened.

[What a disappointment!]
[I thought he was strong-minded, but he turns out to be all show and no substance.]
[Laughing to death, squatting in front of my wife’s bed at midnight just for a kiss.]
[Surprisingly innocent… but if something happens, it doesn’t feel right. The scenario is so harsh; I feel so sorry for my wife, waah.]
[Press 1 to fast forward to the part where my wife is taken away after being released from prison.]

“What do you want…” Yan Chuan suspected he had misheard; one moment they were discussing other topics, and now they had segued into this.

His eyes deepened with confusion.

He approached without saying a word just to kiss him?

His subconscious repetition made Hesse think he hadn’t heard.

“I mean,” Hesse’s tone was resolute, “I want to kiss you.”

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Chapter 72: Isolation Island Prison 9.

Initially, Hesse didn’t plan for this.

He had climbed onto the bed due to the Oriental beauty’s indifference all day, recalling the laughter of his followers and the secretive probing around him.

Hesse had been taught from a young age that he must mark his possessions to prove they belong to him.

Thus, his initial aim was to leave a “mark” on the Oriental beauty.

It was also a means to warn others in the prison with ill intentions that this delicate and beautiful Oriental beauty already had a patron and was not an object for their coveting.

From the first day in prison, he noted the striking Oriental beauty in the crowd; not only was he slender and beautiful, but his personality was also somewhat stubborn.

Though he appeared fragile and breakable, he had a bit of a temper and considerable resilience.

So, Hesse was not particularly surprised when he was rejected the first time; he was just a bit annoyed.

His irritation flared quickly and faded just as fast; when the Oriental beauty, covered in dust and grime, shed a couple of tears, it dissolved completely.

However, Hesse knew that even something universally acknowledged could be claimed by those with ulterior motives, especially in the chaotic confines of Isolation Island prison.

If someone so delicate and harmless as the Oriental beauty was thrown into such a place, had he not shown interest from the very first day, he could have easily been targeted and taken away by someone.

For instance, the guard who had embraced him and left his coat behind, and the doctor who had a good reputation and kindly provided the Oriental beauty with a shirt.

Hesse felt they were some of those individuals.

Meanwhile, the black-haired beauty at the center of this whirlwind seemed oblivious to everything.

He stood out for his beauty and frailness, a striking sight just by being there, yet he insisted on mingling with F-grade prisoners and dutifully working alongside them.

Heaven knows how many inmates spent their time in the hall just to catch a glimpse of the elusive Oriental beauty.

Yet he remained oblivious, expressing gratitude toward the doctor and guard who had helped him, seemingly keen on thanking them in person.

A natural sense of crisis and possessiveness drove Hesse, insisting that he needed to take action.

Anything would do: leaving a mark where he gripped the slender wrist, a bite on the pale neck, would serve as proof of his claim.

However, Hesse was quite inexperienced in this regard and felt awkward.

He could only flit around like a restless beast circling its chosen prey, hesitant and unsure.

Because he was at a loss, upon catching sight of the rosy, dew-like cheeks, he instinctively changed his approach.

He gazed at the soft, full lips, trying to seek more from them.

Hesse confided in the Oriental beauty that he wanted to kiss him.

It was both an honest reflection of his desires and a clumsy request.

Want to kiss him?

The intense heat radiating through thin clothing caused Yan Chuan’s whole shoulder to stiffen.

In the hazy vision, the clearest sight was the pair of green eyes beside him, glowing in the dark.

As his drowsiness melted away, Yan Chuan gradually remembered what Hesse had just said.