Chapter 64#

I’ll give you ten minutes, you can do whatever you want.#

His sinister eyes gleamed with an eerie light in the cold night.

The possessiveness in his eyes was clearly visible, and he slightly tilted his head to look at Jiang Yunhan.

Jiang Yunhan covered his mouth, looking startled, then turned on his heel and ran back.

Only when Jiang Yunhan’s figure was out of sight did his gaze gradually retract.

It was only then that he realized how close he was to Qin Mu; the man’s warm breath was right next to him. Jian Yunchen, belatedly aware, felt his cool cheeks begin to flush hot.

Qin Mu’s aggressive gaze was too fervent, licking over his skin inch by inch.

The heat slowly surged up, beginning to spread continuously.

Jian Yunchen’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back.

His lower back was embraced. Qin Mu’s hand covered his spine, sliding down the taut lines to his tailbone. The nerves in his tailbone felt like exploding fireworks, incredibly soft and numb, spreading from his lower back all the way to the arm still resting on Qin Mu.

His retreating steps were halted, and Jian Yunchen was even pulled forward a step. He was trapped in this atmosphere, unable to extricate himself, almost unable to muster any strength to resist.

His breathing quickened a little as he looked at those somewhat thin, indifferent lips under the moonlight.

His lips were light in color, sharply shaped, and always held a faint smile, beautiful and alluring in its curve.

Qin Mu extended the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.

Jian Yunchen watched the fleeting tip of the tongue, and the tips of his ears began to feel slightly hot.

He watched those thin lips move slightly, with a hint of coaxing in their tone:

“I’ll give you ten minutes.”

Jian Yunchen’s heartbeat drowned out his eardrums, his mind filled with the overly strong presence of his own pulse. When Qin Mu’s words fell, he seemed unable to react, staring blankly into his eyes.

Qin Mu’s eyes were steeped in a smile, the corners slightly upturned, enchanting him with those beautiful eyes.

“You can do whatever you want.”

Jian Yunchen paused, not quite registering it, and subconsciously repeated: “I can do whatever I want?”

Qin Mu smiled, his palm gently sliding over Jian Yunchen’s back. Under the slow caress, Jian Yunchen’s gaze began to waver, his eyes covered with a thin layer of mist.

He took out his phone and started the countdown.

“Ten minutes. You can do whatever you want.”

Jian Yunchen lowered his eyes to Qin Mu’s lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and an undeniable thirst quickly ignited in his chest.

He tentatively, slowly leaned closer. Their breaths slowly intertwined. Jian Yunchen felt his mind go blank, all five senses seemed to retreat, as if only Qin Mu in front of him was real. The heart beating in his chest felt not his own, thumping, giving rise to a dull, aching sensation.

The pain caused by his violently beating heart was so clear, as if reminding him to stay awake.

Yet, Jian Yunchen willingly succumbed.

He tilted his head back, his arms slowly tightening.

Even when his lips truly touched Qin Mu’s, he still felt as if he were dreaming.

His heartbeat was chaotic, and the sounds of the wind and waves in his ears were so loud.

He closed his eyes.

Qin Mu slightly lowered his eyes, and one hand slid up, cupping Jian Yunchen’s cheek.

Dry lips gently rubbed together, beginning to become moist.

Jian Yunchen’s tightly closed eyelids were trembling. In his current state, he was almost completely at Qin Mu’s mercy, incredibly compliant. With half his face cupped, he merely let out soft hums, rubbing against Qin Mu’s palm.

Qin Mu half-embraced him, pressing him against the wall. Jian Yunchen’s fingertips were trembling, tightly clasping Qin Mu’s neck, just to avoid the embarrassment of his legs giving way and falling.

Their two bodies pressed close. Qin Mu cupped his face. Jian Yunchen’s kiss was too tentative, even now only daring to close his eyes and gently brush against him, like a kitten. Their soft lips pressed together, the skin under his palm tender and delicate, hot sensations passing between them. Just this was enough for Jian Yunchen; he felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pleasure, like a warm embrace surrounding his entire being.

But Qin Mu didn’t feel the same way.

He slowly tilted his head back, creating distance. In the dim light, Jian Yunchen slowly opened his eyes, a misty, soft, watery confusion in them as he looked at him.

Qin Mu looked down at Jian Yunchen’s face: alluring eyes, flushed cheeks, wet red lips.

Looking all soft from being kissed.

He extended his thumb, kneading his lips. Jian Yunchen, with his eyes slightly narrowed, actually parted his lips in response.

Qin Mu’s fingertip gently rubbed against Jian Yunchen’s sharp canines. Jian Yunchen, as if afraid of biting him, opened his mouth wider.

Qin Mu’s eyes deepened, and he leaned in to kiss those lips directly.

He tasted those lips, usually so accustomed to being strong and stubborn, and was surprised to find they tasted like this: so sweet and soft that one wouldn’t want to let go.

Their lips and teeth intertwined, the intensity of the kiss deepening, the strength of their embrace growing heavier.

Qin Mu held his lips, biting and grinding them, not too hard, not too soft. Even when it hurt Jian Yunchen, he would only let out a soft whimper, his resistance minimal.

Qin Mu extended the tip of his tongue, licking the lips that now bore faint red tooth marks. The heat within Jian Yunchen continuously built up, rushing wildly, finding no exit. His thoughts scattered, unable to focus, he could only be led by Qin Mu, allowing Qin Mu to continuously kiss and lick him.

Just as Jian Yunchen’s consciousness was becoming blurry, Qin Mu suddenly pulled away, a suspicious sheen of moisture still on his lips. Jian Yunchen’s ear tips flushed red, and he hurriedly averted his gaze.

The alarm rang; ten minutes were up.

Jian Yunchen slowly exhaled, his heart pounding more and more intensely in his chest.

He slowly came back to his senses.

He had kissed Qin Mu.

Just now.

This realization repeatedly struck his mind. He couldn’t help but glance at Qin Mu’s lips again, subconsciously pursing his own.

Qin Mu leaned close to his ear. As he lowered his head, his lips brushed against Jian Yunchen’s soft earlobe, and that small patch of skin that had been touched quickly emitted an astonishing heat.

He heard the man’s slightly low voice:

“Do you want to continue?”

A subtle electronic drip sound was heard, then the door was violently pushed open, and two figures stumbled in, one after the other.

The room card, having served its purpose, was carelessly thrown on the floor.

Jian Yunchen squeezed into Qin Mu’s embrace, his entire body trembling with excitement.

He hooked his arms around Qin Mu’s neck; the feeling of kissing was simply too good, once tried, it was like an addiction.

Qin Mu leaned back, letting Jian Yunchen excitedly rub against him, until Jian Yunchen could no longer bear it, his breath coming in broken gasps, no more oxygen left in his lungs. Only when he tilted his head back did Qin Mu firmly encircle him.

His hand pressed against the back of Jian Yunchen’s head, deepening the kiss.

“Mmm…” Jian Yunchen pushed him, speaking in the gaps between kisses: “No… no more… Qin Mu… Mmm…”

Qin Mu abruptly pulled down his resisting wrist, tightening it behind his waist. Their lips finally parted. Jian Yunchen’s eyes were slightly red, his chest rising and falling violently as oxygen eagerly rushed in. Qin Mu’s lips slowly lingered along the line of Jian Yunchen’s jaw, his scorching breath sending a fine shiver through Jian Yunchen.

Qin Mu’s hand slid down his shoulder and back to his lower waist, his palm pressing tightly against that side of his skin.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit Jian Yunchen’s neck.

“Mmm…” Jian Yunchen bit his lower lip hard, stifling the cry of pain.

“Don’t say no.”