Part 2
Tang Xingye exclaimed.
Tang Xingyeâs teary eyes were hazy, attention completely on the other Alpha. All strength to struggle seemed drained by this deep kiss. Air in his lungs was plundered empty, brain dizzy in waves. He opened his lips subconsciously to breathe, emitting a whimper like a small beast.
Ji Chen never liked tears, especially crying in a wretched state, attempting to use tears as a weapon to make him soft-hearted.
But Tang Xingye cried very beautifully. His fair, flushed cheeks were full of tear stains; jet-black eyelashes were soaked, sticking into clusters like butterfly wings wet by rain.
Those misty eyes looked at him, calling his name, looking extremely wronged.
Tang Xingye was kissed until he swayed, trembling all over, corners of eyes wet and red, unable to say a single word.
Ji Chenâs deep ink-blue eyes stared tightly, brow raised, Adam’s apple rolling.
Tang Xingye can be with many people. With or without him, what’s the difference?
Why ask him for help?
He gazed for a moment before stepping forward to pick up Tang Xingye. The moment they separated, a “pop” sound could be clearly heard, pulling out a transparent string.
Tang Xingye was limp all over, clinging to Ji Chen like a dodder flower. His fair skin glistened with crystal water light; the whole person looked like he had been fished out of water.
Tang Xingye had completely had his desire hooked up by the cocoa pheromones, but in the end, he wasn’t injected with pheromones. After escaping the kiss that nearly drove him crazy and catching his breath, what remained was an increasingly thirsty emptiness.
“He hasn’t…”
Tang Xingye raised his crimson face, speaking with a trembling voice.
Ji Chenâs expression was too calm, looking a bit indifferent and impervious.
Tang Xingye rubbed against him, blinking. His gorgeous face still hung with fragmented tears.
Ji Chenâs eyes darkened abruptly. His thumb roughly wiped away the tears, carelessly rubbing that gorgeous, compelling tear mole, asking him in a low voice filled with desire, “Tang Xingye, do you need me?”
What kind of question is this?
Fine beads of sweat flowed down his slender, fair neck. Black hair stuck to Tang Xingyeâs beautiful face; the tear mole at the corner of his eye was even more alluring. He looked like a succubus crawling out of the water. The Lu Zhi just now hadn’t fed him pheromones; he now greatly needed a powerful Alpha to fill, soothe, and possess him.
Almost without thinking, he used a crying and longing voice, “You… can you temporarily mark me… I need you…” He couldn’t even think clearly about the specific method of “marking,” only instinctively, desperately turning to the Alpha who could save him.
…
Tang Xingye made his opponent throw away their helmet and armor in another way.
Tang Xingye was suddenly pushed onto the messy bed. Ji Chen removed the inhibitor ring from his wrist and threw it aside. The cold metal hit the ground with a dull thud, as if a beast had removed its shackles.
He leaned down and pressed over, with momentum like splitting bamboo, kissing roughly.
The Alpha’s instinctive possessiveness was thoroughly aroused. The strong cedar scent was like a silent contest falling on the person beneath him. Even knowing he wouldn’t get an answer, Ji Chen couldn’t help but ask.
“Have you been hungry for a long time?”
“Do you say this to everyone?”
Tang Xingye, dragged into the vortex again, had eyes slightly out of focus. He instinctively felt the Alpha before him was angry. His thoughts were churned into a mess, a shred of reason hesitating on how to answer to satisfy the other.
“It doesn’t matter,” Ji Chen seemed to see through his thoughts, voice terribly low. The kissing movements became more forceful, landing heavily, like punishment, or like marking. “Every word you say, I believe.”
Tang Xingye cried and trembled. In the gaps between near-suffocating kisses, he squeezed out an answer shakily, “No… sob… only, only said to you…”
“Didn’t… say to others…”
Ji Chenâs breath paused. Tang Xingyeâs eyes were red, nose tip pink, looking very pitiful.
Ji Chen slowed his offensive, movements becoming much gentler. He lifted Tang Xingyeâs chin, patiently kissing away the tears on it.
The rhythm slowing down made Tang Xingye, immersed in pleasure, frown slightly, expression a bit unhappy. He wanted to kick to protest, but being folded up, knees held by large hands, he couldn’t kick at all.
Ji Chen caught his subtle emotional change. It was obvious Tang Xingye preferred rougher kissing; the more comfortable it was, the harder he cried. He hugged the person directly into his arms to kiss, pinching Tang Xingyeâs face, forcing him to acceptâaccept a fiercer kiss.
“Satisfying you, Baby.”
The battle instantly became intense. Tang Xingye secreted more and more saliva, unable to swallow, constantly flowing down from the open corners of his lips, wetting a patch.
“Don’t kiss anymore…” Tang Xingye was kissed into mental confusion, starting to talk nonsense. “It will break…”
Ji Chen chuckled lightly, kissed the pink gland, and gently bit the skin there with his canine teeth.
A slight stinging pain came from the most sensitive gland. Tang Xingye subconsciously tensed his muscles. Ji Chen immediately gave a low muffled groan, voice carrying pleasure, unable to resist teasing, “Are you retaliating against me?”
Tang Xingye ignored Ji Chen, his eyes unfocused.
Successive intense kisses left his mouth open unconsciously, unable to make a decent sound. Tang Xingyeâs vision was white, fingertips trembling. So full. He clearly hadn’t eaten much at night, but now he felt a bit like retching.
But it was very comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring.
Tang Xingye was confused by his own chaotic reaction, pressing the shape of his abdomen, looking muddled and blank, exceptionally cute. Ji Chen changed the angle of the kiss, facing the glass of the French window, letting him see clearly his current appearance. The smooth glass reflected a large patch of snow color, with ink color surging ceaselessly within.
Tang Xingye was held down and kissed by Ji Chen for several rounds before finally being injected with pheromones.
Tang Xingye, kissed dizzy, was like a cat tamed and full, shrinking docilely in Ji Chenâs arms.
Ji Chen poured warm water for Tang Xingye, feeding him slowly. The kissing just now was truly too intense; Tang Xingyeâs red and swollen lips still couldn’t quite close. Clear water inevitably wet his collar, traces winding down, disappearing into the depths of his clothes.
“Open your mouth, let me see if there’s any injury.”
After carefully checking and confirming it was just redness and swelling from overuse, Ji Chen helped Tang Xingye clean up.
He made a move unexpected to Tang Xingye: Ji Chen was licking his Jingye (seminal fluid).
Tang Xingyeâs ear tips suddenly turned a bit red. Clearly, more shameful things were already done, but this felt strange.
He wanted to secretly pinch Ji Chenâs fingertip to vent his anger. Just as his hand touched the other, it was caught.
Hmm? Tang Xingye widened his wet eyes. How was I caught instantly?
Before, when he was angry and pinched Ji Chen in retaliation, the other had sensory loss and didn’t know at all.
Ji Chen looked up at him, saying nothing. He just held Tang Xingyeâs wrist, gently bit the fingertip, then kissed the red mole between the fingers. This kiss was different from before; the movement was very gentle, without any lust, making Tang Xingyeâs heart tremble.
Ji Chen took out a platinum ring, simple in design but extraordinary in texture, hanging with a beautiful gem, from somewhere. He took Tang Xingyeâs hand and slipped it onto Tang Xingyeâs left middle finger. The size was exactly right, not a bit off.
“Such an expensive thing, you’re giving it to me again?” He knew Ji Chen wasn’t deliberately showing off wealth; often, he simply thought something looked good and wanted to match it with him.
“I don’t care about its price,” Ji Chen rubbed his thumb over the ring face, gaze calm. “It only has value if you like it.”
Tang Xingyeâs eyelashes trembled, and he blurted out softly: “Thank you, Brother Ji Chen.”
The air went still for a moment.
Ji Chenâs movement paused. “What did you call me?”
“…Brother.” Tang Xingye looked up, eyes still red at the corners. Seeing his stunned look, he tilted his head. “Can’t call you that?”
Ji Chen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly pinched his cheek. The force wasn’t heavy, but carried unquestionable possessiveness. “If you want to call me that, you can only call me that in this life.”
“Okay,” Tang Xingye agreed briskly. “Brother Ji Chen.”
Ji Chen was suddenly stunned. He didn’t expect Tang Xingye to agree so readily. A trace of rare helplessness passed through his calm eyes. Just four simple words knocked on his heart, making it feel a bit hot.
Finally, he smiled with satisfaction and pleasure.
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