For over twenty years, a man who had always been a lone wolf showed no interest in kissing anyone.
Until this moment… when he encountered lips that were excessively soft.
So soft, carrying a faint, damp fragrance that rushed straight into his nose.
It felt like a signal had been sent, leaving him with only one thought in his mind.
He seemed enchanted, eager to seize that hint of aroma. He almost hungrily pressed against those delicate lips, pushing his tongue inside as well.
It wasn’t merely a kiss; it felt like he wanted to devour her whole.
His urgent actions elicited “mhm” sounds from the person before him, her palm pushing against his sculpted shoulder, her slender legs flailing helplessly.
But he couldn’t stop now.
He released his grip from the back of her neck and instead placed his hand on her pale, delicate back, running his fingers along her slender spine.
His other hand seized her, lifting her up in a kiss that forced her to hold on to his shoulder and make soft, whimpering sounds.
While doing all this, he still fervently kissed and licked those soft, wet lips.
Yan Chuan felt as if he was running out of breath.
Hesse’s fluffy head rubbed against his chest, making his cheeks itch.
Being forced to tilt his head back, the suspended position was exhausting. The bright light from the ceiling made him dizzy.
Moreover, Hesse didn’t seem to be kissing him; his clumsy yet frantic movements felt more like he was trying to swallow him whole.
His mouth throbbed slightly.
Especially his lip, where Hesse seemed to have a fixation, nibbling gently with sharp canine teeth, as if he intended to bite down.
Yan Chuan felt a pang of fear.
His lips had already swollen, and he didn’t want to endure another bite.
With Hesse backlit, Yan Chuan couldn’t discern his expression or what kind of gaze he was giving him.
Fortunately, Hesse had no intention of biting him.
He simply held Yan Chuan tighter at the back, dragging him closer and lifting him slightly higher.
The hanging position made Yan Chuan’s calves tense, and he glanced toward the bathroom door.
The sound of water that could make anyone blush echoed in Yan Chuan’s ears, a lingering melody that flushed his cheeks bright red.
He didn’t know how he could even produce such sounds.
And why was Hesse still kissing him…
Yan Chuan had no idea how much time passed; Hesse still seemed to be inclined to continue.
【How could even a family member be so fierce? Is this the first time he’s seen such a gorgeous beauty?】
【He’s a virgin, right? Is this his first kiss? He doesn’t even know where to put his hands, his eyes are glazed over.】
【I’m so angry! My wife’s lips are red and swollen from his kisses, and now he wants to bite her neck too!】
【Of course, the NPC in the script would be reluctant to part after meeting a stunning beauty for the first time… My poor wife who was dragged to the sink, oh no!】
A hot kiss landed on his pointed chin.
Soon, heated kisses spread to his delicate neck, each one leaving a bright red mark on his snowy skin.
Vivid red hair brushed against his pale, exposed chest.
The downward movement soon made Yan Chuan feel fearful, and he was getting closer to a very sensitive place…
He grabbed Hesse’s hair and murmured, “Stop it…”
Hesse, suddenly tugged, paused as if he finally realized, and his actions finally halted.
His gaze turned serious.
“Put me down…” Yan Chuan struggled but didn’t have much strength. He tapped Hesse’s shoulder, stating firmly, “I want to get down…”
His swollen, moist lips, along with the red marks on his chin and neck, stood out starkly against his pale skin.
His bangs clung wetly to his forehead, and his entire beautiful, pale face was flushed.
Especially his lip pearls, once perfectly plump, now swollen and pitiful with obvious bite marks.
Those marks were crafted by Hesse’s kisses and nibbles.
This man had no understanding of tenderness; while others kissed gently, he acted as though he wanted to devour him.
Finally, Hesse set him down.
Once his feet touched the ground, Yan Chuan’s calves felt weak, almost making him stumble. Hesse had to steady him.
“Let go…”
Yan Chuan mumbled.
His mouth was in pain, and he didn’t want to talk to this person.
Despite Yan Chuan’s unwillingness, Hesse’s attitude shifted from disbelief to a gentle inquiry, still wanting to hold onto him, even after being rejected.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, looking down.
Yan Chuan ignored him.
He felt uncomfortable all over.
When Hesse had carried him, his hands had been roaming about without restraint, squeezing his skin until it had turned red.
His lips still ached.
His knees were painful too; being lifted and kicked had strained the joints, causing discomfort.
“I want to go out…” Yan Chuan turned away.
He didn’t even know where he wanted to go, but he refused to stay here any longer.
He didn’t want to see Hesse again.
He cast his gaze downward, sulking as he focused on the floor.
Hesse asked, “Where do you want to go? Back to visit the warden?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
He didn’t want to be with Hesse, but he also wouldn’t return to Ariel’s side.
Right now, he was still a prisoner, a petty thief; how could he return to the warden amidst such a commotion?
Yet he didn’t want to align himself with the prisoners either.
He was just a pitiful and helpless little thief, bullied no matter where he went.
Hesse paused for a moment after hearing his words.
“Well then, we won’t go,” he shifted the topic, re-asking a question that left Yan Chuan lost for words, “I haven’t asked you yet why you sought out the warden.”
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