Hesse is not sleeping, is he climbing into his bed just to kiss him?
That expression made him think…
Yanchuan banished such ridiculous thoughts from his mind, but Hesse’s serious look and his body inching closer were hard to ignore. The bunk space was narrow, and even a slight movement could cause it to creak. They were already shoulder to shoulder, leaving no room between them, perfectly pressed together.
Stop!
A sense of crisis washed over him. Yanchuan reached out and pressed his hand against Hesse’s chest, his slender fingertips resting there.
The young man who had been refused showed an expression that resembled confusion.
Yanchuan pursed his lips, feeling both anxious and angry. Anxious because he could hear the footsteps in the corridor drawing closer and angry because Hesse didn’t seem the slightest bit worried about being caught, acting with complete impunity, while he himself was the only one harboring such hidden thoughts.
Looking into those green eyes that usually held a wild and untamed spirit but were now filled with slight bewilderment, Yanchuan felt a surge of frustration.
What was he so confused about?
Was it wrong to refuse a late-night kissing invitation?
How could this guy just blurt things out?
Yanchuan felt vexed and resisted even more, tightly wrapping the blanket around himself, wishing he could cover his face as well.
His disheveled black hair was pushed back behind his ears, revealing a delicate, pale earlobe tinged with red.
He wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or anger, but even his snow-white cheeks had taken on a rosy hue.
His delicate brows were knitted together, long lashes drooping down, casting a faint shadow on his fair cheeks, the slight upward curve at the corners of his eyes flushed with an indistinct hint of color.
His fingers clenched the quilt tightly, not even daring to glance at the exquisite collarbone peeking out from his oversized shirt.
When Hesse shot him a glance, his eyes were bright and glistening, carrying a hint of blame and annoyance.
Clearly, he was unwilling.
Hesse mistook Yanchuan’s actions for something else.
“You don’t want to?” Hesse’s expression darkened slightly as he pressed, “Why?”
Yanchuan was at a loss for words.
Why were there so many questions?
He desperately wanted to shout out loud enough for the guards patrolling outside to hear him, but he only lowered his voice, “There’s not much to explain…”
Did Hesse find it amusing that they were two prisoners lying on the same bed instead of sleeping?
Thankfully, no monsters had emerged in this plot yet, or he would have been the first one targeted!
Not even an NPC!
That answer did not satisfy Hesse.
He had a stubborn personality, and to put it bluntly, he was like a stray dog on the street—when it saw a piece of meat, it would bite down and never let go.
Yanchuan knew this well enough from their brief time together. Hesse was undoubtedly a difficult person to deal with, although he didn’t understand why Hesse was so interested in him.
If Yanchuan wanted Hesse to obediently return to his own bed, he had to coax (or trick) him into doing so.
“Because…” Yanchuan said softly, “You’re too fierce.”
Hesse frowned, “Hmm?”
Did he really look that fierce?
Hesse instinctively rubbed his furrowed brows, seemingly pondering Yanchuan’s words.
While he was lost in thought, Yanchuan blinked, his lashes casting a small shadow on his fair face.
He added, hesitantly, with his light-colored lips pressed together, “I think you’ll make me hurt…”
The delicate and beautiful black-haired beauty’s gaze dropped to his fingertips as he whispered, “You won’t only kiss, but you might bite too. Biting on the lips is easy to notice…”
“They’ll know the moment they see me,” he trailed off, “I don’t like being seen by so many people…”
“I don’t like how they look at me.”
In an attempt to validate his words, the enchanting beauty touched his lips with his fingertips, lightly brushing over them.
His lips were beautifully shaped, soft and full, with a nicely rounded cupid’s bow, making them seem oh-so-kissable.
His lips slightly parted, revealing a moist, red tongue, exuding a faint fragrance.
If he were to be kissed by someone else’s lips, he would surely be both kissed and bitten, with even his little lip beads being sucked and licked.
Hesse swallowed hard, his face stoic as he retorted, “How could I do something like that… I was just curious…”
His voice rose slightly, but it didn’t mask the guilt behind his words.
The black-haired beauty blinked, looking innocent, “Then why do you want to kiss me?”
Hesse was left speechless, finding himself unable to explain. He simply fell silent.
Despite the dim lighting, it was evident that his expression wasn’t very good, shifting between different emotions.
After a moment, Hesse spoke with a hint of bitterness.
His green eyes pinned onto Yanchuan’s fair and pretty face, asking a question that concerned him, “If you speak so detailed, have you kissed someone else like this?”
Hesse’s teeth nearly ground together.
He had been intrigued and forgotten to consider the underlying implications. Did Yanchuan kiss other men?
The black-haired beauty shook his head.
He truthfully stated, “I only met someone who would climb into beds for late-night kisses after arriving at Isolation Island.”
His slender fingertips tapped on Hesse’s shoulder, signaling him to loosen his grip on his wrist.
“It’s only you,” he said, frowning at the red mark left from Hesse’s hold, “Only you are this bad.”
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