Chapter 62: Kissing
Scorching breath mingled with gasps.
Xie Shibai’s lips were licked wet; the tightly pressed seam of his lips was teased open, ground against until red. His heart beat with an irregular rhythm. There was no disgust, no aversion to the contact; instead, a craving for skin-to-skin touch seemed to ignite gradually as their breathing entangled.
Lu Ciheng’s body was scalding hot. having just showered, the steam radiating from him seemed ready to melt a person. When Xie Shibai’s fingers touched him, he felt firm muscle. Subconsciously, Xie Shibai tightened his grip, his pale fingertips easily leaving faint red marks on the other man. Despite the slight pain, the man opposite him remained unmoved, his hand gripping Xie Shibai’s jaw with force, the contact stirring up waves of tremors.
Xie Shibai’s breathing was chaotic, his lips sealed, his long eyelashes trembling.
Unlike every accidental brush before, the scorching sensation in every wisp of breath reminded him that they were kissing.
The thirst for physical contact was quietly rearing its head.
His fingers were stained with the searing temperature of Lu Ciheng’s skin. Deep in his heart, it felt like ants were gnawing, driving a desire to touch more of that heat source. The hand lying across his waist transmitted a comfortable pressure even through his clothes, and every grind against his lips numbed his spine. Yet, even such intimate contact felt vaguely insufficient.
Xie Shibai’s breath was hot and wet, his gasps invaded by the moisture on Lu Ciheng’s body. His lips were wet, his pale cheeks pinched by a large palm, and the breath sweeping over his face became thick and scorching.
Lu Ciheng’s pitch-black eyes brewed a heavy darkness. His thin lips pressed against Xie Shibai’s, grinding slowly, his tone low, husky, and vaguely coaxing: “Teacher Xie, you need to cooperate with the treatment.”
Xie Shibai’s long eyelashes trembled, his beautiful eyes unfocusing slightly.
Treatment.
It was just treatment.
If that was the case, there was no helping it. After all, it was for the sake of therapy.
But was Lu Ciheng doing this solely to help him with his treatment?
Xie Shibai pursed his lips tightly, feeling a vague sense of displeasure. A strange possessiveness made him want to reach out and hook his finger around Lu Ciheng’s choker.
Regrettably, after the game segment ended, the production team had collected all the costumes. Lu Ciheng’s neck was bare. Xie Shibai’s fingers fumbled blindly but found no leather collar. The emptiness of Lu Ciheng’s neck only heightened Xie Shibai’s discomfort, and his craving for touch peaked.
It was similar to the onset of his condition—his expression dazed, his reactions slowed, immersed in the comforting tactile sensation.
Not enough.
He needed a little more.
Just as Lu Ciheng said, it was only treatment.
Xie Shibai pulled his head back slightly, opening his mouth to speak, but Lu Ciheng mistook it for an attempt to escape. He frowned, making a split-second decision to be forceful.
The hand on Xie Shibai’s face applied pressure, and scorching breath instantly chased after him, capturing Xie Shibai’s lips. Taking advantage of the gap, he drove straight in, aggressively licking the soft, wet interior of his mouth and sucking hard.
The sensation of that momentary touch numbed Xie Shibai’s fingers and sent shivers down his spine. Comfort exploded in his mind like a bomb, spilling out a faint sound—a soft noise like a cat’s hum.
It was far more comfortable than simple limb contact. The thick, intertwined breaths were so hot they felt as if they would swallow him whole in the next second. His red, soft tongue tip was hooked and sucked endlessly. His breathing was so chaotic he couldn’t catch his breath; the faint whimper he tried to make was forcefully swallowed back into his mouth the moment it surfaced.
Scorched by the hot breath, his cheeks flushed slightly. Xie Shibai clutched Lu Ciheng’s shoulders. His rosy lips were vividly colored, glistening with crystalline moisture. He turned his head away, gasping eagerly for air, but in the next second, his face was pinched and turned back.
Lu Ciheng held Xie Shibai’s jaw, his eyes hiding a dense darkness as he kissed deeply with infatuation. The scent belonging to Xie Shibai was so full it felt like it was about to explode; like catnip that went to one’s head, he was addicted, losing his reason in excessive extraction.
Wet, hot, and very soft.
It was addictive.
Unable to extricate himself, Lu Ciheng sucked and bit the lower lip, his tongue sweeping through the oral cavity, sucking up the sweet fluid, rolling it all away and swallowing it down without wasting a drop. His Adam’s apple rolled as his black eyes stared straight ahead, his thumb grinding against Xie Shibai’s cheek, which was burning red.
His emotions were high. Fingers roughened with thin calluses brushed the hair sticking to Xie Shibai’s flushed cheek. After a pause of less than a second, his lips and tongue pressed close again, kissing deeply, eroding Xie Shibai’s mouth and making sticky, wet sounds.
Xie Shibai’s panting was messy, his misty eyes unfocused and dazed. His lips were ground until they were hot and slightly swollen. Inside his mouth, wet, sticky tongues entangled. When he opened his mouth to gasp, his tongue tip was hooked and sucked, bringing a light, faint pain. Even the saliva he didn’t have time to swallow was licked away like honey water.
Treatment didn’t need to go to this extent.
But he wasn’t repulsed by it.
The only thing he disliked was the absence of the choker on Lu Ciheng’s neck. Lacking that object of control, he was left only to passively endure.
The diligently operating camera could only transmit a little sound.
[Why do I hear water sounds?] [Is it the sound of the bathroom?] [No! It’s kissing sounds!] [I hear it, I hear it! Such loud wet noises.] [Damn, kissing so fiercely.] [Ahhh, they play games so ruthlessly, and kiss just as intensely.] [Why turn us away? Would looking at the kiss cost you a piece of meat? I’m asking you, Dog Lu, what’s wrong with letting us watch!] [But they are kissing so intensely.] [Did anyone hear clearly what they said?] [Can’t tell, it’s all kissing noises.] [Can’t hear what they’re saying, I only know Dog Lu is kissing very happily.] [Why are you two kissing as soon as you get back! Didn’t you kiss enough during the Cat and Mouse game!] [What a dog. If you have the guts, turn us around. What kind of skill is making us stare at a wall? Detestable!]
Lu Ciheng only had to tighten his arms a little more, and when the kiss deepened, Xie Shibai would let out very soft breaths—wet, sticky, and cute, like the sounds a kitten makes when deliberately squished a few times.
Listening to it made his heart itch addictively; he wanted to do it a few more times.
But even the aloofest kitten would get angry if teased on purpose.
Xie Shibai gasped, his rosy lips smeared with a sticky sheen of water. His beautiful eyes, holding a mist of tears, glared at Lu Ciheng. The comfort brought by contact like kissing was simply washing away his reason; every second their lips and teeth connected was an assault on his baseline.
“Let go.”
He couldn’t distinguish how long they had been kissing. Maybe one minute, maybe five, but for treatment, it was a bit long.
Lu Ciheng chuckled low, his large hand pressing close, grinding against Xie Shibai’s lips neither lightly nor heavily. Addicted, he licked the seam of his lips, probing in to hook the rosy tongue and kiss it.
“Hiss—”
Xie Shibai bit Lu Ciheng’s lip, his rippling eyes looking a bit fierce.
Lu Ciheng licked the bite mark on his lip, excitement flickering in the depths of his pitch-black eyes. The beagle with excess energy got excited just from being bitten.
The arrogant cat in front of him, whom he wanted to kiss, could only stick out his tongue and pant with flushed cheeks.
The bite mark wouldn’t make him calm down or retreat; it would only make his emotions and desires intensify.
The barrage squatting in the livestream heard the difference.
[Was that a bite?] [Being bitten is pretty expected for Dog Lu.] [Kissing too hard, right? Don’t kiss Teacher Xie’s mouth until it’s swollen.] [Don’t just kiss! Do something else (Heart).] [Wait a minute, doesn’t this mean we’ll be able to hear sounds soon!] [Ahhhhhhh awesome, the production team really did a good job preparing this camera!] [I turned my volume up!]
The next second, the fingers with thin calluses didn’t spare the livestream room. After achieving his goal, he touched the camera. With a faint shake, the screen in the livestream instantly turned pitch black, leaving not even a sound behind.
[?????] [Dog Lu, you’re a sore loser!] [Damn, he did that on purpose, right? Let us hear a bit of kissing noise just to show off that only he can kiss his wife?] [Good dog! No wonder everyone calls him Dog Lu ahhhhh!] [Pissed off, turning from fan to anti! Let go of my sister-in-law!]
Knock knock—
Su Xingran held Xie Shibai’s jacket and knocked earnestly on the door.
He could use the opportunity of returning the jacket to talk to Xie Shibai—for instance, chat about how he failed to lure the person away today, apologize in passing, and actively offer to wash the jacket for Xie Shibai, delaying the return and creating another chance to talk later.
His imagination was seamless and perfect.
The door opened. Lu Ciheng, looking gloomy, looked at Su Xingran, his voice slightly husky. “Something the matter?”
Su Xingran immediately said, “Is Teacher Xie here?”
Lu Ciheng said with a cold face, “He’s not decent right now. If there’s nothing important, I’m closing the door.”
Su Xingran hesitated for a few seconds. “Teacher Xie went to sleep this early?”
[Child, go home. Don’t disturb the adults’ time.] [Laughing to death, why is Su Xingran still dilly-dallying?] [Damn, are those scratch marks on Dog Lu?] [Where, where? Ahhh, I saw a little bit exposed!] [I can already picture it. Indeed, the kissing went too far, Teacher Xie couldn’t take it and scratched Dog Lu (Heart).] [Was it just kissing?] [Definitely not just kissing (slurp).] [Su Xingran, go home right this instant! Unless you bring a camera in with you!]
Su Xingran: “Teacher Xie’s jacket is still with me.”
Lu Ciheng stared at the jacket for a few seconds, as if he could smell Xie Shibai’s scent mixed with someone else’s unpleasant odor on it. Possessiveness flared up in an instant; looking at this jacket was somewhat irritating. He wanted to buy Xie Shibai another jacket that carried only their scents.
“Don’t want it anymore.”
Su Xingran watched the door close in front of him. Before he could react, the door opened in front of him again. Lu Ciheng, sporting a slap mark on his face, reached out with a pleased expression and took the jacket, thanking him indifferently: “Thanks.”
The door closed in front of him once again.
Su Xingran: “…”
He was truly superfluous.
[…That’s a slap mark on his face, right?] [You didn’t see wrong.] [Feels like his lip was bitten broken too.] [Is Teacher Xie’s kissing this intense? (Heart)] [It must be because of Dog Lu! Dog Lu is definitely the perverted type. Teacher Xie tried to run but got pulled back and pinned down to kiss, so he bit out of embarrassment and anger. Dog bad, Cat good!] [Dog Lu: The scar bitten by the wife is a man’s best medal.]
Inside the room.
Lu Ciheng held Xie Shibai’s jacket, smiling at Xie Shibai. “Teacher Xie, let’s continue the treatment.”
Xie Shibai’s cheeks were still very red and hot. “That was enough time.”
Lu Ciheng put the jacket aside and cupped Xie Shibai’s face with his palms. “Then let’s settle the accounts.”
Xie Shibai’s reaction was still sluggish. “What?”
Lu Ciheng touched Xie Shibai’s chin, his thumb gently brushing over Xie Shibai’s lips. His tone was low and husky, his gaze dark, like some large carnivorous animal. He licked the bite mark, excited and dangerous, controlling his low voice so only the two of them could hear: “Teacher Xie, you bit my lip broken. This is a work injury; I sentence you to kiss it ten more times.”
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