It was unclear how long it had been since he struggled free from the gaps of his dreams, barely able to open his eyes.
All he could see was pitch black; his husband remained asleep, breathing evenly beside him.
Yan Chuan moved his fingers, unable to speak or make any significant movements, he could only silently express his reluctance.
Yet this did not dispel the “thing” wreaking havoc in the darkness; in fact, it seemed to provoke it further.
The cold touches came more frequently, and Yan Chuan was too exhausted to struggle, his fingertips being held captive, as if he were being toyed with like a precious jade piece.
He did not want this…
Almost instinctively, Yan Chuan leaned slightly toward his husband’s direction.
Thanks to his husband’s tall and handsome presence, he unconsciously sought safety beside him in the face of danger.
The moment he made contact with his husband’s skin, a delayed muffled sound escaped his lips.
Could he speak now?
“Hmm…” Yan Chuan wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck, his body curling awkwardly against him.
He realized that only when he was in contact with his husband’s body could he move and speak normally.
Why was that?
Realizing this, Yan Chuan paused for a moment, his gaze wandering in the darkness to trace his husband’s face.
But he could only see a blurred silhouette, soon distracted by the cold sensation on his back.
That thing was still in the bedroom.
Yan Chuan whimpered softly against his husband’s neck, his pointed chin rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.
That contact was not enough…
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Chapter 24: Apartment 13-24
The lights in the bedroom had been turned on at some point.
Warm yellow light poured down, with a small night lamp on the wall dutifully illuminating the space.
The thin velvet blanket had been tossed aside, with one corner hanging down to the floor. The bedding was messy, and the neatly laid sheets had become disheveled.
As the sleepwear was lifted, long and straight leg curves were revealed, the slender waist barely visible beneath the thin fabric, glimmering like jade.
For a moment, it was hard to tell whether the pure white sheet was whiter or the exposed skin was even more radiant.
Perhaps due to discomfort, his petite calf curled, the delicate ankle brushing lightly against the fabric of his nightwear.
The velvet blanket slipped down further, revealing even less of what could be covered. The snowy white tops of his feet bent, as if they could not bear the pressure, and the soft flesh in his calves trembled slightly.
It was still very cold…
And the contrast with his husband’s warm body only intensified.
Yan Chuan bit his lip; his full lips glistened with moisture, appearing even more plump. The little round tip looked very kissable.
He felt a sense of hesitation.
Initially compelled by the cold, he had moved close to his husband lying beside him, but his husband’s body temperature was higher, and with the heavy blanket covering him, only his wrists and neck were exposed.
He had just barely touched his husband’s hand, and that contact with skin had momentarily quelled the unusual sensations brought on by “that thing.”
That icy, slippery feeling was particularly unsettling, reminiscent of a hibernating snake or the biting cold of river water. Even though it was formless and invisible, it nearly made him gasp in fright.
Yan Chuan moved his lips slightly, struggling to control his breathing, not wanting his husband to discover his disheveled state.
Yet the lingering cold sensation on his back remained.
Having just made contact with skin, what was he supposed to do now?
Should he pull back the blanket and squeeze into his husband’s arms, or perhaps reach under his nightwear?
Was that inappropriate?
These thoughts flashed through Yan Chuan’s mind, and he loosened his grip on his husband’s wrist, only to suddenly collapse.
“Hmm!”
The unseen thing surged forward, slipping through the gap in his sleep pants and wreaking havoc, causing Yan Chuan to fall directly onto his husband.
His forehead collided with his husband’s shoulder, and darkness filled his vision.
He sagged, his back arching into an alluring curve. A hint of sweat formed on his body, causing his dark, soft hair to stick to the back of his neck, emanating a faint yet alluring fragrance in the dim light.
It was subtle but capable of capturing one’s attention instantly. No matter who it was, upon smelling it, the first reaction was to take a deep sniff, regardless of whether that action was overly rude; they simply wanted to inhale more of that scent.
“Hmm…” Yan Chuan barely adjusted his position, feeling utterly drained. He had never been very strong; his skin was sensitive, and enduring like this for so long was already unbelievable.
He leaned his upper body down, pressing his smooth forehead against his husband’s shoulder, softly gasping, as his pale cheeks pushed against the tender bit of flesh at the nape of his neck.
It felt somewhat uncomfortable… but not painful…
The unseen thing found pleasure in tormenting him, quite well acquainted with Yan Chuan’s sensitive spots, repeatedly rubbing against the small of his back and earlobes, watching him tremble uncontrollably seemed to amuse it.
Yan Chuan’s cheeks turned completely crimson, his dark, shining eyes filled with a misty gaze, the slightly lifted corners of his eyes tainted with a forced blush.
He buried his cheek in his husband’s neck, as if seeking to cool off his heated face. However, the man’s body temperature was slightly higher than his own, and leaning against him didn’t alleviate his discomfort.
It only made it worse…
Yan Chuan’s soft gasps turned into intermittent sobs; afraid of waking his husband, he was at a loss for how to respond to his current position.
He could only bite down on his lower lip, making it turn white, and then began nibbling on his own fingers, delicate white tips marked with intricate bite marks.