Chapter 66: Mirror Kiss Named Treatment
Xie Shibai’s eyes opened slightly, and he subconsciously said, “Who is avoiding you? Lu Ciheng, aren’t you a bit too narcissistic?”
Lu Ciheng narrowed his eyes, smiling yet not smiling. The tip of his nose gently rubbed Xie Shibai’s cheek. “Oh, not avoiding me. Teacher Xie, counting fully, we’ve only spoken five sentences today.”
He spoke more to Su Xingran than to him.
Xie Shibai’s fingers curled slightly. In his turned posture, he could feel his cheek being rubbed by the tip of Lu Ciheng’s nose. His lips were swept by breath, leaving a fine, dense itchiness. The minute space left couldn’t withstand the scorching temperature. Seemingly absent yet present contact was the cruelest touch for a skin hunger patient.
He couldn’t even avoid it to keep control in his own hands. Trapped between a scalding embrace and a cold wall, his body couldn’t distinguish if it was stained with heat or generating heat itself. His brain needed a moment to react confusedly to Lu Ciheng’s words.
Was the avoidance that obvious?
To be precise, it was more of an idea to keep a distance from Lu Ciheng, without truly putting it into practice.
Is Lu Ciheng a dog? His nose is sensitive, and his perception of this situation is also sensitive.
Xie Shibai lowered his long eyelashes. Perhaps because he had experienced more comfortable contact before, simple limb contact could no longer satisfy his needs; he always wanted more contact.
Touch a little more.
He felt somewhat irritable. It seemed no amount of touching was enough.
Xie Shibai’s fingers impatiently grabbed Lu Ciheng’s hand tightly. Lifting his wet, sticky eyes to look at him, he was somewhat dissatisfied: “You talk so much.”
The obviously incorrect state made Lu Ciheng narrow his black eyes. His gaze stared at Xie Shibai’s cheeks. His cheeks were very pale; if touched with force, faint red marks would be left. His eyelashes were wet and sticky. His confused expression made one’s heart heat up. The exhaled hot air entangled together, emitting a moist fragrance, luring one to get close and swallow such breath into their mouth.
“Teacher Xie.” Lu Ciheng lowered his eyes, his thumb gently propping up Xie Shibai’s lips. His tone was low: “Body uncomfortable again?”
Xie Shibai’s breathing was a bit messy. His beautiful eyes looked sideways at Lu Ciheng. biting his lip lightly, he didn’t deny it.
The dissatisfaction of his body felt like fine bugs gnawing; scratching was futile.
Lu Ciheng’s Adam’s apple pressed down. Staring straight at Xie Shibai’s bitten, moist, slightly red lips, he chuckled lightly, hinting at an unclear seduction—as if saying kissing him would be more comfortable: “Treatment?”
Xie Shibai stared at Lu Ciheng with a slightly unfocused expression, throwing the idea of controlling himself to stay away from Lu Ciheng to the back of his mind.
Just a touch.
Lu Ciheng’s lips were already hovering against Xie Shibai’s, leaving only a distance so faint it couldn’t get closer. When he spoke softly, his breath sprayed onto the soft lips: “If you don’t refuse, I’m going to start.”
The slow words, like a countdown, made Xie Shibai’s breath hitch. His fingers tightened subconsciously, hiding a vague expectation deep in his heart.
Intimate contact like kissing was much stronger in comfort than simple skin-to-skin touch. The contact, appearing to be negative distance, was uncontrollably addictive.
Lu Ciheng didn’t make him wait long. Lips pressed on, scorching breath instantly swept over Xie Shibai. Fingers lifting Xie Shibai’s chin, he turned him sideways from behind to lick and kiss his lips, grinding and squeezing the soft petals, licking open the seam of the lips to push into the mouth, tangling with the soft, red, moist tongue to suck and bite.
There was a mirror at the entrance. From the corner of his eye, he could see them pressed together kissing.
The mirror wasn’t big. Xie Shibai was buckled in Lu Ciheng’s arms, chin held from back to front to be kissed. He could also see Lu Ciheng’s straight black eyes falling on him through the mirror with strong aggression.
The contact on his lips suddenly intensified, grinding and biting the rosy lips like jelly, sucking greedily.
Xie Shibai’s fingers suddenly tightened. His cold, beautiful eyes were gradually dyed with mist. After just one glance, his body tingled with heat, and he abruptly looked away, immersed in a kiss even more comfortable than skin contact.
It’s just kissing, but it’s more comfortable than simple skin contact.
Very strange, and a bit uncontrollable.
Clearly, he decided just yesterday to stay a bit farther from Lu Ciheng.
It’s all Lu Ciheng’s fault.
Lu Ciheng sucked and bit Xie Shibai’s lips while his black eyes stared tightly at the reflection in the mirror.
In the mirror, Xie Shibai’s face was faintly red. His slender, beautiful eyes were confused and unfocused, as if he would obediently nod and agree to anything done to him. Black hair stuck to his cheeks. A palm with veins pressed against the side of his face, forcing him to turn his face passively to kiss. Lips moist, breathing becoming sticky, emitting the sound of entangled fluids in the quiet room.
Lu Ciheng wouldn’t be satisfied with a kiss that stopped at the surface. Staring at Xie Shibai’s face in the mirror, his large palm shackled the jawline, aggressively deepening the sucking and biting. His tongue pulled out sticky threads of water, swallowing the sweet saliva with a gulp.
Xie Shibai’s lips were kissed very red. His lips parted slightly as he gasped. His brain had been rendered unable to think by the huge sense of satisfaction, dazed like a cat dizzy from sniffing catnip.
The mirror at the door was really annoying. Gasping, Xie Shibai reached out to push, dodging Lu Ciheng’s kiss slightly. “You wait fi—”
Lu Ciheng, high on the kiss, didn’t stop. His lips rubbed against the red, ground lips, sticking close with a husky tone: “Teacher Xie, how can you call stop during treatment?”
Xie Shibai’s black hair was messy. Eyes filled with mist made his eyelashes wet and sticky. Every breath he exhaled was an addictive scent.
He tried to press against Lu Ciheng’s chest to turn sideways and leave, but the arm across his waist suddenly tightened. Lu Ciheng didn’t give Xie Shibai a chance to leave. His large palm firmly gripped Xie Shibai’s hand; the back of his hand had protruding veins, the slightly darker skin tone forming a sharp contrast with the pale fingers. His arm hooked Xie Shibai’s waist, stepping forward to close in, the two sticking tightly together.
In the mirror, the figures of the two entangled even deeper.
One retreated, one chased. Catching up evolved into a deep kiss.
Xie Shibai’s calf caught off guard and hit the edge of the bed. As he fell onto the bed, he grabbed Lu Ciheng’s collar tightly.
Bang——
The soft mattress seemed to bounce with their figures. Xie Shibai was buried entirely in the soft white bedding, pressed under a firm, scorching body. The scent of Lu Ciheng drilled into his nose with absolutely no choice; his whole person was enveloped underneath.
Xie Shibai was stunned by the fall. His cold eyes were a bit dull, staring at Lu Ciheng as if buffering—like a cat realizing it was surrounded by catnip after the high hit. Black hair scattered on the side of his face; eyes and lips rosy and sticky. After his collar was rubbed messy, a large expanse of fine, pale collarbone was revealed. His neck was slender, fingertips relying on clutching the other’s clothes.
Lu Ciheng supported his body, half-kneeling on one knee on the bed. Watching Xie Shibai’s Adam’s apple roll, he felt something harden even more severely.
He looked at the large area of clothes rubbed up on Xie Shibai’s waist, exposing the pale, tough, and slender abdomen. Finger pads with thin calluses covered it. A large palm with veins pressed against the pale abdomen, grinding over it neither lightly nor heavily. His gaze measured, his Adam’s apple pressed down ruthlessly, his black eyes filled with alarming infatuation.
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