“I know you will definitely let me go back,” he looked up at Hesse, his expression somewhat aggrieved, “I couldn’t control it, so I had to hide it from you…”
Hesse asked, “Then how did you meet him afterward?”
The beautiful little thief fell into a long silence.
Hesse had also come to a realization.
Previously, upon seeing this delicate and fragile face, he would feel dizzy and forget everything. But now he was clear-headed; his heart was as hard as a stone, and he could easily spot the flaws in the Oriental thief’s words.
The warden wouldn’t monitor the areas where prisoners moved. If he stayed there obediently, why would he meet the warden?
And get caught by him, being personally watched?
Hesse looked at him with suspicion.
Yanchuan stuttered.
How should he answer Hesse’s question? Should he tell him that he got the key to the warden’s office from the kind guard and could go there anytime?
If he did that, Hesse would definitely think he was a very bad, scheming little thief, right?
His head hung even lower.
But Yanchuan couldn’t come up with another reason.
“Because I have the key to the guard’s office…” he muttered, eyes downcast, looking like a child caught making a mistake, “It was from that guard who brought me to the doctor; I returned his clothes and talked a bit more with him…”
Hesse sneered, “And then made him soft-hearted enough to give you the key to his office?”
Yanchuan discreetly gauged Hesse’s expression out of the corner of his eye and nodded at his words.
Hesse’s expression grew colder.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, “No wonder, I was wondering how the warden could catch you personally.”
Yanchuan lowered his head, feeling guilty, not daring to look up.
Seeing him admit it so quickly made Hesse’s expression worse.
His face changed repeatedly, frowning tightly, looking quite intriguing.
But the delicate Oriental beauty before him seemed so fragile that even speaking loudly might scare him, so Hesse managed to swallow back any curses.
“No need to think about him anymore,” Hesse said coldly, “You won’t see him again, just stay beside me.”
He didn’t explain his meaning and immediately emphasized, “Don’t think about the warden either.”
Yanchuan obediently responded with a soft “oh.”
Actually, he wanted to clarify that he didn’t have any intention toward either of them.
But saying it might only make Hesse angrier.
Yanchuan held back, saying nothing, just nodding in agreement.
“Next…” Hesse looked at the unguarded snow-white shoulder of the Oriental beauty, recalling the soft and delicate touch, “You aren’t allowed to go anywhere.”
The beautiful little thief nodded as a drop of water fell from his nose onto his lips,
Moistening his soft lips until they glistened.
They looked very soft and utterly kissable.
Hesse swallowed hard.
He simply reached out, rubbing his slightly coarse fingertip heavily against the full and delicate lips.
The lips quickly blushed in crimson hue.
“I want to kiss you,” Hesse said bluntly.
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Chapter 81: The Confined Island Prison 18
What?
Yanchuan doubted that he had misheard and hesitantly looked up, glancing at Hesse’s face.
Did he just say he wanted to… kiss him?
Weren’t they still discussing matters related to the prison? How did it suddenly jump to this?
But Hesse didn’t seem to misspeak or joke around.
He seriously repeated his words.
“I want to kiss you.”
His fiery red curls were tousled, and his green eyes darkened slightly, brewing what seemed like a storm. His lips were drawn tight as he spoke each word clearly.
Hesse’s tone was not “I want” but “I will,” completely devoid of negotiation.
His towering figure leaned down, broad shoulders nearly blocking Yanchuan’s sight, leaving him to only see the sharp contours of Hesse’s handsome face.
With chiseled features and deep-set eyes, he looked fierce and unyielding.
The young man with striking looks leaned closer, informing him that he wanted to kiss him with a commanding tone.
Yanchuan almost immediately rejected the idea.
He shook his head and leaned a bit more against the cold wall, tilting his head back, his eyelashes trembling slightly, displaying an almost fragile posture.
“Don’t…”
He was damp all over, his upper body bare and clothes strewn on the floor, shivering in the cool air, cramped at the narrow sink.
His snow-white skin felt colder than the tiles, like melting snow, reddening under the chill.
He was rejecting it.
The conflict between the guards and inmates was still uncertain, while he was cornered, soaked all over.
Anyone could pass by the wide-open door of the washroom at any moment and see him in this extremely awkward state.
Yanchuan’s expression was practically begging.
But Hesse had no intention of negotiating.
One hand crossed over, firmly pressing down on the delicate and fragile back of his neck, forcing him to look up.
Then he leaned in close to that beautiful little snow-white face, rubbing his fingertip forcefully against the soft, light-colored lips.
The posture was messy, the expression pitiable, yet it looked unbelievably… enticing.
Droplets of water clung to his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes were a soft red, moistening the air.
His lips, tenderly rubbed, slightly parted, accentuating the tiny, full lip beads that quivered under the tender caress of Hesse’s fingertip.
Then the small and tasty lips were captured.
Hesse had never kissed anyone; such tender and loving phrases had never appeared in his life, and he scoffed at them.
He didn’t understand why two people could prolong a kiss for so long, reluctant to part, shyly closing their eyes at the sight of each other.
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