Chapter 91: Damn It, Is This Ever Going to End?
Hong Que’s face was taut as he clutched a chunk of mineral that was burning brightly.
However, even after he crushed the flame into extinction, the strange sensation brought by the shared senses did not stop. In fact, it grew more intense, faintly bordering on a “qi deviation.”
The injury in his palm was slowly healing due to the intimate contact of the two, but Hong Que could clearly feel his chest being lightly covered, followed by a fleeting touch—like a kitten “making biscuits”—that made him both irritated and unable to suppress the fluttering heart brought by that itchiness.
So hot…
He tugged at his collar. Just as he was about to take a deep breath, he felt his lips suddenly blocked by something. Hong Que’s eyes snapped wide. He reached out to cover his mouth, but he couldn’t eliminate that fragrant, soft sensation no matter what.
Damn it!
What on earth is Mo Yin doing!
The red-haired youth’s face was flushed and his ears were hot. To make matters worse, a wave of shivers rose at his neck, as if a kitten had breathed on it. Even though he was far away, he could still hear the girl’s fragmented voice, carrying a coquettish tone that was both light and heavy, like a feather lightly teasing his ear.
His chest was suddenly gripped tight, and it seemed as if the girl’s hair brushed past. The faint red firelight from the rock pile hit his face. With a face full of agitation, he hung his head and took several ragged breaths.
Damn it…
Is this ever going to end…
On the stone bed, Mo Yin released his mouth, his gaze focused intently on those tooth marks. After his tongue inadvertently licked past his slightly pointed wolf teeth, he covered the results of his work.
“Mo Yin…”
Xie Qiang’s face was a bit red as she reached out to push his face. “Is that enough?”
The youth raised his head, his wolf eyes gleaming with a piteous and harmless light. “I want more…”
Xie Qiang simply couldn’t withstand that gaze. Just as she was softening and about to relent, Hong Que’s words suddenly echoed in her mind. Realizing that Mo Yin’s current sensations were very likely being perceived by Hong Que, her face instantly turned a deep crimson. She shoved Mo Yin’s face away fiercely.
“No!”
Dammit, how did I forget about the shared senses again!
When Mo Yin bit me just now, Hong Que must have felt it too!
Xie Qiang didn’t dare lift her head to confirm Hong Que’s current state. She didn’t dare take the risk. After giving a slight glare to Mo Yin, who was starting to put on a pouting face again, she ordered, “Sleep!”
The youth drooped his head piteously and stopped his movements, though his heart was still somewhat restless.
But seeing Xie Qiang’s tired look, he finally said obediently, “Mm.”
Xie Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes in his arms, and fell asleep.
Mo Yin held the girl tight, his eyes staring blankly at the stone wall. Only after hearing her breathing become steady did he cautiously loosen his arms and take a peek at Xie Qiang.
Asleep.
Continue…
The youth Sentinel kissed Xie Qiang’s cheek, then began to peck at her nose bridge, the tip of her nose, and the corners of her mouth. Just as he was getting addicted to the kissing, he suddenly felt a pain in his forehead.
Mo Yin: “…”
Mo Yin frowned. Once the pain on his forehead vanished, he continued pecking and kissing.
Then, his mouth hurt, as if something had pinched it.
Mo Yin: “…”
The youth pursed his lips, then bit his lip fiercely. Blood immediately began to flow out.
“Sss!”
At the cave entrance, the sound of Hong Que sucking in a breath of cold air rang out, followed by a broken-down curse. “Mo Yin! You bastard, you’re ruthless!”
Mo Yin remained indifferent. He licked the blood clean and continued hugging and kissing, rubbing the girl until she was covered in his scent.
Hong Que panted, his forehead pressed against the cool stone wall. His fists were clenched tight, and the veins on the backs of his hands and arms were bulging.
His body was gradually becoming damp and uncomfortable. The red-haired youth bit his lip hard. After his left arm slammed into the stone wall, he finally couldn’t hold back and raised his right hand.
Then, Thump!
“Hmph.”
“Hmph.”
Inside the cave, two muffled groans rang out. Both youths turned pale at the same time, but one gave a cold hum while smiling, and the other curled his body in pain.
Mo Yin finally became honest and began to sleep properly.
Wiping the sweat from his jaw with the back of his hand, Hong Que stared at his trembling legs and thought secretly: Tomorrow night, Mo Yin absolutely cannot warm Xie Qiang again, otherwise, I’ll eventually be driven crazy by this shared sensation!
The next morning, when Xie Qiang woke up, she was still fully dressed.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, habitually scanning the cave, only to find that Mo Yin—who should have been out looking for a route—was still in the cave, while Hong Que was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’s Hong Que?” She stood up and walked toward Mo Yin, asking curiously, “Did he go out to find a path?”
Mo Yin’s wolf ears drooped listlessly. “Mm.”
“Why are you so wilted…” He looked like a dejected big dog. Xie Qiang found it a bit funny and cupped the youth’s face.
Her gaze inadvertently touched his lips. Recalling the scene from last night, her gaze immediately shifted away in embarrassment. “Cough, did you not sleep well last night?”
“Brother… bullied me…”
Mo Yin blinked, and those wolf eyes became misty as two little “pearls” of tears popped out.
“Such a thing actually happened?” Xie Qiang was surprised, thinking that Hong Que was taking revenge for the sour fruit. She couldn’t help but ask, “How did he bully you?”
Mo Yin pursed his lips tight: “…”
“Hmm?” Not hearing an answer, Xie Qiang tilted her head and pinched Mo Yin’s cheek. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Cannot say.” Mo Yin rubbed against her palm like a frail little rabbit, muttering softly, “Embarrassing.”
Xie Qiang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Fine, if you won’t say it, then don’t. But did you bully him back?”
“No.” The youth looked even more frail and aggrieved. “He also said he’ll sleep with you tonight.”
Xie Qiang: ?
Xie Qiang almost thought she had heard wrong.
She cupped her chin and pondered for a while before processing the meaning of the youth’s words. “You mean, tonight… he will be the one keeping me warm?”
Mo Yin pursed his lips. “Mm…”
Hearing his confirmed answer, Xie Qiang’s vision went dark. “No!”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!”
Xie Qiang stood before the fire, hands on her hips, shouting at the red-haired youth. “Why the sudden change! Mo Yin and I were sleeping just fine!”
Seeing Xie Qiang so resistant, as if he were some piece of trash to be avoided, Hong Que also got anxious. He stood up and shouted back, “Do you think I really want to! If it weren’t for you two at night—”
He cut himself off, glaring at the girl with eyes red from anger. Xie Qiang was stunned. “What about us at night?”
“You have the nerve to ask me?” Hong Que clenched his fists, his gaze actually holding a hint of grievance. “Don’t you have any idea what you two did last night?”
She and Mo Yin last night…
Xie Qiang’s face suddenly turned red. “You… you felt it all?”
“Heh!” Hong Que gave a heavy huff, looking at her with disdain. “Otherwise? Do you think I’m some kind of cheap Sentinel who wants to strip naked and sleep with you?”
Translator’s Note: “Making biscuits” (踩奶 – cǎi nǎi) is the common term for a cat kneading with its paws. Also, Mo Yin’s “pearls” of tears (小珍珠 – xiǎo zhēnzhū) is a slang term for cute, round teardrops. Mo Yin is really playing the “pitiful” card well here! And Hong Que… poor guy is suffering from the “Gong Gan” (Shared Senses). This is getting spicy!
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