Chapter 103
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This position left Lou Yan with no room to escape. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Fu Xuezhou’s face so close to his.
This kiss was cold and unexpected. Fu Xuezhou had never thought that there was any significance in lips touching lips, but when he saw Lou Yan’s expressionless face suddenly split open because of his kiss, he suddenly found this uninteresting action somewhat intriguing.
In Fu Xuezhou’s concept, there was never the notion that “a kiss is an intimate act only for lovers” or “one can sleep around but not kiss casually.”
He did what he wanted, acted on impulse, just recalling the warmth his fingers had felt in the Hunter’s Restaurant on the third level, recalling the soft touch when he had kneaded Lou Yan’s lips before. So, a rare curiosity arose in his heart, and he kissed casually.
Lou Yan’s lips were indeed soft, crimson and moist, feeling different from what his fingers had sensed. The heat from Lou Yan’s lips transferred to Fu Xuezhou’s lips. Fu Xuezhou’s Adam’s apple moved slightly as he watched the vivid changes in Lou Yan’s expression—surprise, disgust, shock, anger… all of which delighted him. His fingers pinching Lou Yan’s cheeks couldn’t help but move.
The silver-haired youth lowered his eyes coldly, appearing completely uninterested. But he extended his tongue as if absentmindedly licking over Lou Yan’s lips.
Lou Yan pushed Fu Xuezhou away with a black face, unable to bear it any longer, and angrily muttered, “Get—off—umph!”
Fu Xuezhou’s tongue was unexpectedly bitten, and a tingling sensation spread instantly throughout Lou Yan’s body. Fu Xuezhou’s eyes flashed with a strange light. He pinched Lou Yan’s cheeks forcefully. The next moment, he began to dominate Lou Yan’s mouth even more aggressively, almost making Lou Yan feel suffocated instantly.
Lou Yan was a little confused.
Their concepts of kissing were completely opposite. Lou Yan could accept sleeping with someone for survival, but he couldn’t accept kissing someone.
Kissing, especially French kissing, was an excessively intimate act that Lou Yan couldn’t accept even if he were married to someone else.
Lou Yan held a high position and had wealth, status, face, and charm, pursued by countless people. In his bored moments, he had allowed others to get close without care, but after a while, these people would always demand kisses from Lou Yan. Unable to accept their kisses, Lou Yan would cleanly distance himself and leave whenever someone tried to go further.
Because of this psychological cleanliness, even now Lou Yan was still a virgin with his first kiss intact. Although it seemed like he had dallied in the flowers and grass, he truly hadn’t touched any.
Yet, his first kiss in life was taken away by Fu Xuezhou just like that.
Lou Yan was furious, his breathing rapid. The pain in his chest and the anger of being forcibly kissed intertwined. His eyes burned red at the corners, and he viciously bit down on Fu Xuezhou’s tongue.
What was Fu Xuezhou doing!
He’s insane!
Fu Xuezhou’s tongue was bitten, and the taste of blood spread between their lips. Fu Xuezhou’s movements paused slightly, then he attacked even more vigorously, and Lou Yan counterattacked more fiercely.
The kiss became rough and harsh. It was a special kiss, guided solely by desire and anger, devoid of any trace of tenderness from either the kisser or the one being kissed.
Lou Yan’s lips felt numb as he used his tongue to resist Fu Xuezhou’s intrusion. He thought he had shown enough disgust, but under the influence of the ghost marriage contract tattoo, his resistance to Fu Xuezhou’s advances seemed almost like a half-hearted acceptance.
Fu Xuezhou’s breath unreasonably enveloped Lou Yan, a level of intimacy Lou
Fu Xuezhou’s breath unreasonably enveloped Lou Yan, and Lou Yan had never imagined that he would have such intimate contact with Fu Xuezhou. The man’s lips and tongue were cold and mixed with an unmistakable hint of blood, devoid of any restraint, only seeking his own pleasure.
The thread of “reason” in Lou Yan’s mind was burning thinner and thinner. The sensation of the ghost tattoo on his back had reached an undeniable level of heat, causing his breathing to become increasingly erratic, accompanied by rising agitation.
A fierce determination surged in Lou Yan’s eyes. His resistance to Fu Xuezhou suddenly changed, and instead, he began to slowly entwine with Fu Xuezhou. Lou Yan’s brows relaxed slightly, his tongue lightly teasing Fu Xuezhou’s. Despite being older than Fu Xuezhou in terms of biological age and having no prior experience kissing others, Lou Yan was more experienced and knowledgeable. His tongue, initially firm, gradually softened, guiding Fu Xuezhou and allowing him to take advantage of the benefits within his mouth.
Lou Yan’s movements were neither skilled nor powerful. But his tongue was agile, his lips were soft, warm, and sweet, easily captivating Fu Xuezhou.
Unconsciously, Fu Xuezhou loosened the grip on Lou Yan’s cheeks and instead placed his hands on Lou Yan’s waist, slowly gathering him closer. The clothes around Lou Yan’s waist were wrinkled by his palms.
The heat from the ghost marriage contract tattoo had spread from behind them to their entire bodies.
Lou Yan didn’t resist Fu Xuezhou’s actions at all, seemingly completely bewitched by the ghost marriage contract. Not only did he not stop Fu Xuezhou’s hands, but he also smiled and covered Fu Xuezhou’s hand with his, running it up from the back of the hand, leaving a slightly tingling sensation wherever his fingertips brushed.
Fu Xuezhou’s breath noticeably deepened.
A smile flashed in Lou Yan’s eyes as he playfully moved his tongue against Fu Xuezhou’s, raising his hands to rest on Fu Xuezhou’s shoulders.
This time, Fu Xuezhou didn’t stop him because both he and Lou Yan knew that Lou Yan’s mental strength was not enough to use his peculiar ability again.
Lou Yan’s eyes darkened as he glanced at the pile of black prison uniforms in the corner, a flash of insight in his eyes. Suddenly, he braced himself on Fu Xuezhou’s shoulders and, using his strength, wrapped his long legs around Fu Xuezhou’s thighs.
Fu Xuezhou paused, withdrawing from Lou Yan’s lips and lifting Lou Yan against the wall, supporting his thighs to prevent him from slipping, then quietly watching Lou Yan.
The man’s slender and tall figure, shrouded in shadows, conveniently concealed Lou Yan’s body.
At this moment, Fu Xuezhou couldn’t put on the mask of indifference and desirelessness anymore. A faint blush spread across his face, his pupils turned pitch black with a hint of crimson, and the ambiguous expression on his handsome face revealed a dark allure, almost causing anyone he gazed at to ignite with desire and sink with him.
A few strands of silver were brought out from Lou Yan’s lips, and he lazily leaned against the wall, his black hair disheveled, his lips crimson from the kisses. His long and straight legs passed through Fu Xuezhou’s waist, lazily hanging down behind Fu Xuezhou’s legs.
Lou Yan raised his hand and casually wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou’s eyes fluctuated with something indiscernible as he once again leaned down to bite Lou Yan’s lips.
Lou Yan’s breath was hot, and leveraging Fu Xuezhou’s hands lifting him up, he firmly wrapped his legs around Fu Xuezhou’s waist. When Fu Xuezhou fully lifted him up, Lou Yan leaned forward, resting his chin on Fu Xuezhou’s shoulder.
So hot…
Whether it was on his own body or on Fu Xuezhou’s, the temperature was scorching.
Lou Yan tilted his head and lightly bit Fu Xuezhou’s ear. This time, he didn’t break the skin, but Lou Yan felt a surge of the same bloody scent he had when he tore at Fu Xuezhou’s ear before. Lou Yan licked his lips and suddenly tightened his arms around Fu Xuezhou’s neck, while his legs exerted force around Fu Xuezhou’s waist. With all his strength, Lou Yan skillfully threw Fu Xuezhou heavily onto the ground.
With a loud thud, Fu Xuezhou’s back hit the ground, pressing against Lou Yan’s prison pants.
Lou Yan sat on top of Fu Xuezhou. In the cramped confines of the shower stall, he could easily reach the mental recovery syringe that he had previously placed in the corner underneath the guard’s uniform.
Without hesitation, Lou Yan reached out and delved into the guard’s uniform to find the mental recovery syringe at the bottom.
However, the next moment, Lou Yan froze, looking incredulously at the Fu Xuezhou beneath him, his hand searching for the mental recovery syringe also frozen in place.
Fu Xuezhou’s silver hair was strewn across the ground, his towel had come loose, and he raised his eyelids, focusing intently on Lou Yan sitting on his abdomen.
Something had touched Lou Yan.
This unexpected event left Lou Yan’s mind blank, completely forgetting what he was supposed to do.
In this moment of confusion, Fu Xuezhou narrowed his eyes and made a mischievous move.
The sense of strangeness deepened even further.
“…”
Lou Yan let out an unexpected groan, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He continued fumbling inside the prison uniform, not finding the syringe but instead touching the cold, hard white hunter mask.
A sudden flash of inspiration crossed Lou Yan’s mind, filling him with joy. He hurriedly reached into his clothes and swiftly put on his mask, his voice trembling slightly as he warned fiercely, “I’m a hunter now, so you d*mn well better not move, Fu Xuezhou! Any attack on me will be punished. You move even once and it will count as an attack, got it?!”
The hunter’s mask was thick, leaving only holes for the eyes to see outward. Lou Yan stared at Fu Xuezhou through these eye holes, meeting Fu Xuezhou’s dark, dim, faintly blood-colored eyes.
Despite his warning, Fu Xuezhou moved again under his gaze.
The punishment for attacking a hunter fell on Fu Xuezhou the next second.
The silver-haired man suddenly raised his slender neck, sweat covering his entire body. His pale body twitched a few times with the intense pain of the electric shock coursing through him. Veins protruded on his arms and neck, and blood vessels surged in Fu Xuezhou’s eyes.
In this rule-enforced punishment that left one utterly powerless and in immense pain, the silver-haired man exhaled a few puffs of hot air. His fingers curled and moved slightly, his eyes shifting from the water droplets on the ceiling to Lou Yan’s body. A faint smirk appeared at the corners of his mouth, and then, he deliberately offended Lou Yan once again. Connected by that thin layer of fabric, the interaction continued.
Author’s Note:
It seems Chief Lou and male lead’s first kiss has been given to each other.
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