Kiss Me (2)
Shi An’s eyes involuntarily wandered over.
It would be false to say that one was not curious about a sword that was said to be able to harm oneself.
He hesitated for a moment and nodded his head.
Mu Heng stepped over and leaned down with deep eyes under his silver-white eyelashes.
He tapped his lower lip.
“Kiss me.”
Shi An: “…”
The demon insect was right. Humans were truly bastards.
He couldn’t help but be exasperated.
But it wasn’t the first time he did it.
After thinking about it, Shi An raised his head and carefully kissed the other party.
But this time, as he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly withdrew back, the man’s fingers followed, easily pressing the back of the young man’s fine white neck.
Shi An was startled. He raised his eyes and looked blankly at the man with silver hair and blue eyes in front of him.
Mu Heng leaned down and came closer, letting out a low laugh.
“—It won’t do this time.”
Shi An: “???”
Before recovering, he saw that the other party had leaned over and kissed him.
The man’s hands wore pitch-black tactical gloves, the leather thick and rough, securely encircling the young man’s slender neck, forcing him to raise his head.
The burning temperature came through the fabric and burned into Shi An’s slightly cool skin like a shadow.
Mu Heng’s lips were extremely hot, with undisguised aggression, and easily covered his.
Not sure if it was because the boat had been swaying.
When Shi An was released, he was already red-faced and dizzy.
He put his free hand against Mu Heng’s shoulder; his white fingertips curled slightly and trembled slightly.
The bottom of his dark, glossy eyes was covered with a light layer of water mist-like waves of water rippling. The corners of his eyes carried a beautiful red hue, his breathing slightly rapid, his lower lip soft, slightly swollen, and slightly open, showing a few white teeth and the tip of his scarlet tongue.
Mu Heng’s breathing involuntarily settled down.
His eyes were very dark blue as if the ocean outside, shrouded in darkness, was hiding an extremely turbulent undercurrent under the calm surface.
“Can’t breathe?” Mu Heng raised his hand to wipe off the wet marks at the corner of the other person’s lips and said in a hoarse voice.
Shi An nodded dizzily.
“No problem.”
Mu Heng leaned down, his voice low and magnetic. “I will teach you slowly.”
“Step one, open your mouth.”
He once again pressed his lips over.
This time, his kiss was extremely slow and provocative, shallowly sucking and biting the young man’s warm and soft lips, gently prying open the other party’s teeth column, and licking in very aggressively.
This… was too much.
A little tear was forced out of the corner of Shi An’s eye.
A small whimper spilled from his throat and he subconsciously wanted to shrink back but was trapped in place by the other man’s hand pressing at the back of his neck.
The man sucked his lower lip, and his voice took on a dark, husky tone.
“Be good. Stretch out your tongue.”
The sword tossed aside let out a terrifying clang at this point.
The sound of metal trembling was sharp and piercing, instantly breaking the cabin’s incomparably hot and dreary atmosphere.
Shi An was stunned and snapped out of his state of confusion.
He backed away sharply. “You… you….”
After being stuck for a few seconds, he eventually stammered before saying, “Y-You’ve agreed to just one!”
Mu Heng straightened up.
He thought for a moment and admitted his mistake with utmost straightforwardness. “Indeed, I was wrong.”
However, before waiting for Shi An to say something else, he heard the man in front of him continue to say, “So, I owe you a kiss now.”
Shi An: “…”
Mu Heng’s lips were lifted in a not-so-subtle arc, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he said softly,
“You’re welcome to ask for it at any time.”
Shi An: “…”
Humans are shameless!
The longsword on the side became exceptionally quiet as if it was an ordinary dead thing and the half-hearted buzzing just now could not be heard.
Even when Mu Heng untied it and handed it to Shi An, the sword never made a sound again.
It was as if it had lost the ability to react.
Shi An lowered his eyes and curiously surveyed the long sword in front of him.
When looking at it closely, it was very nice, but for some reason, the evil and bloody aura emanating from this sword had weakened a lot before the initial encounter.
He held the scabbard with one hand and slowly pulled the sword out a little.
The sword seemed to react that it was now being held in the hands of the dragon it was supposed to have killed.
It let out a long buzz and shook violently.
Caught off guard, the young man’s fingertips were cut by the outgoing sword energy released by it.
“Ah!”
Shi An immediately dropped the longsword.
He frowned and gazed at the fingertip cut with a gash.
“It hurts!”
He was inherently afraid of pain, not to mention that a special weapon created the wound.
It was double the pain.
Shi An sniffled, tears filling his eyes.
He gazed at his finger.
At this moment, the man before him squatted beside him.
Mu Heng lowered his head and gently took his fingertip, sweeping his burning tongue over it and sucking the blood clean.
He lifted his eyes. “Still hurts?”
Shi An froze, tears still contained within his eyes.
He nodded his head.
Mu Heng stood up and gently kissed away the tears at the corner of the other party’s eyes, saying, “Wait a minute. I will help you find a band-aid.”
The sword that was left unattended to the side. “…”
