Something in the darkness seemed to chuckle, apparent satisfaction radiating from it.
The bedroom was unlit, and the living room was enveloped in darkness, with no light seeping through the cracks of the door.
Yanchuan’s breathing quickened; he couldn’t reach the bedside lamp’s switch and could see nothing. He could only let out a small whimper, hoping the thin blanket would provide some concealment.
Although he couldn’t see anything, the entity in the darkness observed everything with clarity.
It appeared to be a tall man who precisely reached out a hand, running his fingertips over the beautiful woman’s cheek.
【Turn on the light!】
【Even though the screen isn’t black, I really can’t see anything…】
【This can’t be an NPC that bullies his wife on the first day, how does he seem so familiar with this?】
【Come on, is that a dead person outside? Yanchuan has no idea he’s being bullied!】
As the shadow moved, the person lying on the bed turned their face, the delicate flesh of their cheeks compressing against the pillow.
Their brows slightly furrowed, evidently uncomfortable. Their lips parted just a bit, revealing a glimpse of a moist, soft tongue.
“No…” The entity in the darkness had an extremely low temperature. Yanchuan, bewildered, widened his eyes but saw nothing, unaware of what this thing intended to do.
Not knowing what the thing in the darkness would do was the most terrifying thing of all.
In the next moment, the shadow moved again, leaning closer to precisely tug the blanket off Yanchuan’s shoulder.
When the blanket fell away, the soft nightgown became exposed, along with the delicate curves of his body, all laid bare to the air.
As he struggled, the hem of his knee-length skirt fluttered up, wrapping around his thighs. His slender, straight legs pressed against the soft sheets, with his knees appearing a faint pink.
Above were his waist and hips that seemed barely graspable, with a waistline so slim that it could easily be encircled by someone’s hand.
His skin was pale, glimmering with a jade-like sheen even in the darkness. It trembled slightly, reminiscent of jelly on a plate, exuding a sweet, appetizing fragrance.
Curled up in a pose, his long, thin legs overlapped, while the curve of his lower back was nearly too much for even his clothing to conceal.
Yanchuan was very slender with good proportions, except for a little more flesh on his thighs, which remained a very concealed area, typically hidden by clothing, invisible to the eye.
Now, however, some softness could be seen, soft flesh peeking out, rubbing against the sheets.
The shadow paused, seemingly drawn in, admiring him for a while before continuing its actions.
The fingers lingering on his cheek felt too cold, almost like ice.
Yanchuan stared at a certain direction in the air, exhaling a few breaths. He still couldn’t produce any noise, only letting out faint gasps.
Time dragged on in the darkness; Yanchuan had no idea how long the shadow’s fingers lingered on his face.
He became increasingly perplexed.
This “thing” had returned, yet he did not intend to speak, as if his face was something to be touched casually.
Was it playing this sneaky game too?
This time felt different; Yanchuan had just begun to complain silently when he suddenly felt the icy hand sliding down—
The fingertips lingered momentarily on his delicate collarbone, the movement soft, as if caressing tender petals, deliberately pausing on his snow-white skin.
Being touched by this unseen entity in a place that had never been touched before made Yanchuan tilt his chin slightly, creating a graceful curve from his jawline to his neck.
As if not satisfied, the shadow leaned in even closer.
Yanchuan: !
He attempted to struggle, his slightly long black hair fanned out chaotically on the light-colored pillow.
That place rarely saw sunlight, and even though the shadow’s strength was nearly nonexistent, Yanchuan’s icy temperature was nonetheless a harsh stimulus for him.
Yanchuan felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, distinctly feeling the roughness of a tongue’s texture brushing against him—wet and cold, causing the surrounding skin to tremble slightly.
Yet the shadow did not sense Yanchuan’s struggles at all, its palm pressing down on his snow-white shoulder, easily ensnaring him. Relying on the helplessness of the beautiful woman in his arms, it leaned down, intent on its misdeeds.
The coolness of the tongue, it even lightly scraped against the tender flesh, deliberately doing so again and again.
Yanchuan could even hear distinct sounds of swallowing.
At first, he was dazed, but as he became aware of what was happening, his face turned crimson with shame.
【I just watched in silence】
【Can this be spoken of? I like the small Yanchuan, so white and so small】
【It feels like one hand could cover him; he’s so small, just pointing and touching】
【Requesting to join the battlefield (nonsense)】
The wet sensation was overwhelming, and Yanchuan quickly turned his face away. His calves kicked wildly, not knowing what they hit, and he grabbed the blanket that had been tossed aside, trying to cover himself.
He wished he could kick away the lurking entity.
What a pervert!
Yanchuan felt anxious and angry, his snow-white cheeks tinged with red. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, his dark hair sticking to his flushed cheeks, and his eyes shone brightly.
He simply couldn’t understand what there was to lick in that area.
In the midst of his embarrassment and rage, Yanchuan felt his strength returning, no longer limited to small movements.
He raised his hand and slapped it down against his chest.
“Smack!”
It was unclear where he hit, but the mischief-stirring hand finally ceased its action.
The shadow seemed caught off guard by his strong reaction, its fingers paused, and indeed Yanchuan had pushed it away.
Feeling the coldness leave his chest, Yanchuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Not knowing where he found the strength, he tugged the blanket and wrapped himself tightly once more.
The blanket snugly enveloped him; even though the wet feeling against his chest remained, he felt a sense of safety returning.
The shadow seemed to have lowered its guard; otherwise, it wouldn’t have allowed him to escape successfully and push it away with such force.
A slap…
Yanchuan suddenly froze.
He turned his face again, orienting it towards the shadow.
Subscribe
Login
0 Comments