Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Even in his dreams, Ye Chen could feel someone teasing his tongue, pulling it in a heavy, entangling kiss.
The strange yet slightly painful sensation made him instinctively want to pull away, but no matter how hard he tried, that person's tongue clung to him like a shadow, continuing its relentless dance.
"Mm... don't come any closer!" Ye Chen complained, his eyelids fluttering. He felt as if his tongue was being lightly bitten, sending waves of numbness and pain through him, nearly bringing tears to his eyes.
In desperation, he shook his head from side to side on the pillow, trying to escape the annoying sensation of the kiss.
However, seeing him move, the other person quickly placed a hand on the back of his head, fingers pressing down firmly, effectively pinning him in place so he couldn't budge an inch.
"Get off me, you jerk!"
Faced with this painful dilemma that left him wanting to sleep but unable to resolve it, Ye Chen found himself devoid of his usual composure during the Rain Dew Period. Instead, the heightened emotions made him whimper softly.
As he sobbed quietly, he unconsciously murmured, "Pei Guanjing, why... do you want to kill me?"
Even though his lips were firmly sealed by Pei Guanjing's kiss and his words came out as fragmented syllables, Pei Guanjing still understood him clearly.
The kiss abruptly halted, and a complex emotion flickered in Pei Guanjing's previously dazed eyes—shock, heartache, and an overwhelming sense of attachment.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from Ye Chen's lips, the motion slow as if parting after a life-and-death separation.
Ye Chen's already delicate lips, resembling fresh petals, were now even more swollen and tinged with blood from Pei Guanjing's passionate kiss, appearing strikingly vibrant.
Pei Guanjing cast a fleeting glance, his eyes darkening instantly, filled with a fierce intensity as if he were about to devour Ye Chen in the next moment.
He couldn't help but lean down again, his body nearly enveloping Ye Chen completely, as he continued to gently trace his fingers over Ye Chen's lips.
"A Chen, how could I bear to kill you? You are my heart and soul. I cherish you too much to let even a single hair fall from your head," Pei Guanjing murmured softly, his voice low and tender, yet laced with an undercurrent of menace.
Ye Chen was restless in his sleep, his originally delicate brows now furrowed into a small mountain. He was extremely tired but felt as though that annoying kiss had yet to end.
Just as Pei Guanjing was preparing to continue, Ye Chen's right hand suddenly shot up, abruptly slapping forward and landing squarely on Pei Guanjing's cheek.
He grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Don't come near me; you're so annoying."
Ye Chen's words were tinged with anger, his brows knitted tightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled flat. His expression mirrored exactly how he looked every time he got mad before.
Pei Guanjing adored this petulant side of him. So when he received that slap, instead of feeling angered, his heart softened like the white clouds hanging in the sky, swaying gently with the breeze.
Yet beneath that softness lay a deeper possessiveness. He gently grasped Ye Chen's hand that had just caused trouble, his fingers gliding lightly over Ye Chen's knuckles—an action that appeared gentle but held an undeniable strength that wouldn't allow escape.
Pei Guanjing lovingly leaned down to kiss the palm of Ye Chen's hand before lifting his head to meet the frowning face of Ye Chen with a soft chuckle. "A Chen..."
His clear and ethereal eyes sparkled with faint laughter, yet there was an eerie glimmer in that smile. His tone was filled with affection, but beneath that affection lay an almost pathological obsession.
After placing Ye Chen's hand down and tucking it carefully under the covers, ensuring the edges were neatly arranged, Pei Guanjing settled on the outer side of the bed, quietly watching him without making any further movements.
Pei Guanjing was careful not to disturb Ye Chen's slumber, fearing that it might provoke another outburst from him. He suppressed the urge to reach out and caress Ye Chen's cheek or lean down to kiss him softly.
Although he would have loved to spend the entire night kissing Ye Chen, reason told him that patience was required at this moment.
He could wait until after their wedding.
Finally, he decided to close his eyes and gently lifted a corner of the blanket covering Ye Chen, slipping in beside him. As he wrapped his arms around Ye Chen's soft and delicate form, he felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillment within him, as if nothing was lacking anymore.
He leaned down to place a light kiss on Ye Chen's forehead, his eyes filled with warmth and a smile that refused to fade. He held Ye Chen tightly in his embrace, unwilling to let go.
In his dreams, Kun Ze lay soft and fragrant, breathing sweetly. Sensing Pei Guanjing's warmth, he instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around him and curling up against him.
At that moment, Pei Guanjing's smile widened with a hint of triumph. He raised a hand to gently stroke Ye Chen's hair, his fingers weaving through the strands as he chuckled softly, "A Chen, I truly hope we can marry tomorrow."
After saying this, Pei Guanjing closed his eyes once more, suppressing the restless desires within him for a long while before finally drifting off to sleep.
Comment 0 Comment Count