Chapter 67: Stepping on Xi Yun’s Shoulder… Ruthlessly Thrown into the Abyss
Tie it… where?
In an instant, many possibilities flashed through his mind. Xi Yun’s suspended hand trembled uncontrollably twice.
The speaker’s words seemed to cast an immobilization spell on the listener.
Xi Yun’s back went rigid, his neck like a rusted machine long obsolete. Let alone large movements, even moving a little was a fantasy.
His thoughts sank into invisible quicksand unknowingly. The more he struggled, the harder it was to escape. Oxygen in his chest consumed rapidly; even breathing seemed to become a difficult task.
Compared to the stiff Xi Yun, Le Can was much more calm and composed.
He had absolutely no shyness after spouting such bold words, only the excitement and impatience of about to do something bad!
They say people don’t feel tired when doing bad things; Le Can was in exactly that state.
Miraculously, the fatigue of a busy day was swept away. Replacing it was boundless energy that overflowed!
This energy continuously drove its owner to slay in all directions!
If it were just a normal time, Le Can could leisurely cooperate with Xi Yun’s rhythm. But now, at a moment when the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, who loved playing “Red Light, Green Light”?!
Naturally, the youth initiated the “attack.”
He braced both hands behind him, stretching his body slightly backward. Lazily lifting his chin to move his sore neck twice, his legs bent in front of him moved along with it.
Long legs, lustrous and fair like mutton-fat jade, lifted. The thin fabric covering them slowly slid down, piling up layer upon layer at the root of the thighs.
And the more hidden place, concealed in the darkness of the shadows…
Xi Yun abruptly turned his gaze away, the hand holding the black silk ribbon slowly tightening.
After a long period of feeding by Aunt Liang, although this thin body didn’t look vastly different to the naked eye, only Le Can knew that some places rarely seen by the light had quietly plumped up.
Because of a lack of exercise, when fingertips sank in, it was fluffy like a handful of clouds. Pure white, soft, delicate yet smooth…
The tactile sensation was great, very different from the legs honed by daily commuting in the previous world. Although it sounded like a pervert, Le Can indeed occasionally indulged in the joy of playing with his own legs, unable to extricate himself.
In stark contrast to the thigh roots were the consistently slender and delicate ankles.
Thin skin covering bone, gently rotating, the slim, beautiful sole of the foot stepped onto the opposite person’s firm and powerful forearm.
No, that’s not right; there was also a layer of black fabric between the two. But it was silky and thin, having no significant presence.
For instance, the moment Le Can stepped on Xi Yun, the other’s scalding body temperature instantly penetrated the silk nightgown and conducted over rapidly!
Contrasted against the black, the instep arched, white to the point of transparency. Toes, round like pearls or mother-of-pearl, curled up, stepping more heavily on the culprit.
Le Can asked with a teasing smile, “Husband, why aren’t you speaking?”
[Old Gong, say something~]
The second after saying it, suddenly thinking of a once-popular internet meme, Le Can stepped his foot onto Xi Yun’s shoulder, suddenly changing his expression to give him a complex, ambiguous look.
“You’re not talking… could it be you’re still feeling guilty?”
Guilty?
Xi Yun’s brows stunned, he slowly looked up.
Le Can’s toes pointed straight, and suddenly he exerted force to push down the person who finally looked up at him. Then, he reached out and pulled out that wrinkled black silk ribbon, leaning in close to the man whose back was against the headboard.
Stretching the silk ribbon with both hands, Le Can held it up, covering those silver-gray pupils to block the gaze Xi Yun cast over.
Le Can relied on the fact that Xi Yun couldn’t see and was a man of few words to start talking nonsense.
He was familiar with this move; lying through his teeth was simply too easy. Also, much more fun… Anyway, he had the whole night to spend with Xi Yun.
Le Can not only spoke freely, he even… corrupted Xi Yun’s morals!
His perky nose tip touched the other person’s nose bridge, then like a writing brush, aimlessly and lightly traced the contours of the other’s face.
“Yes, guilty!”
He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the thin lip close at hand, then holding a small piece of lip flesh with his sharp teeth, he mumbled vaguely, “After all, it’s so late and you’re still in my room…”
Seeming to realize what Le Can was going to say next, Xi Yun, with a hoarse voice, finally spoke words other than Le Can’s name.
“Yaoyao, I will tie the ribbon over my eyes…”
Le Can chuckled lightly and bit heavily on the thin lip by his mouth, then extended his tongue to taste the faint taste of blood.
“That was indeed my initial thought.”
“But you answered too slowly. Unfortunately, I have to inform you, I’ve changed my mind.”
After speaking, Le Can didn’t tell Xi Yun where he wanted to switch the binding to.
The black silk blocking the man’s brows and eyes moved slowly down, finally stopping above the pale lips that were seeping blood.
Le Can gazed at the male lead whose emotions in his eyes were obscure and hard to understand. “So, will you let me tie it?”
Xi Yun’s throat rolled with difficulty, spitting out a word from lips covered by the ribbon.
The moment he heard the answer, the long, narrow peach-blossom eyes slowly curved, spilling out infinite lazy charm.
Rosy, full lips descended, giving the person who gave the correct answer a rewarding kiss through the gauze-like silk ribbon.
“That’s correct.”
[That’s a good boy.]
“Come, let’s continue with that small question just now…”
The black silk acting as a barrier between their lips was pulled away. Le Can wound it once around his index finger, trailing it slowly down the line of the man’s shoulder and neck until it stopped at the collar of the silk nightgown.
“You’re in my room this late, does your wife know?”
The chest under his fingertips was as hard as a brick. The smile on Le Can’s lips deepened. His fingertips deftly lifted the silky robe collar, exploring inside.
The body, full of elasticity and vitality, was like a magnetic stone, silently releasing its own magnetic field, attracting the exclusive existence that came before it.
Le Can unscrupulously spread his hand open, moving slowly down against the warm skin…
A hand suddenly clamped onto Le Can’s wrist through the nightgown.
The youth laughed heartily and wickedly, because this was exactly the result he wanted.
He lifted his chin to get close to the man with dark eyes, as if they were both immoral apostates who had gone astray seeking momentary thrills.
“It’s too late for guilt and regret now that we’ve reached this stage.”
He lowered his voice to help the other recall, “The mouth belonging to your wife has been kissed by me, and the chest muscles and abs only touched by him alone have also been played with by me who knows how many times!”
Fake.
Actually, Le Can had only just touched the version without clothes. But that didn’t stop him from bringing facts that would be realized in the future into the present to talk about.
“Even the place only he has eaten…”
The hand being held stopped right at the last two abdominal muscles. With his wrist captured, he still had fingers to use. Le Can raised his fingertips, tapping meaningfully twice on the edge of the pajama pants lying horizontally below.
“Tonight I will also s…”
The person who had been passive since daytime finally couldn’t resist lowering his head, blocking the mouth that was frankly terrifying!
His mouth was invaded deeply. Le Can, startled, pressed a gasp out of his nasal cavity. Subsequently, not wanting to be outdone, he met the kiss.
Lips and teeth collided fiercely, burning breath sprayed on each other’s faces, vision and consciousness blurred into a mass, and limb control slowly relaxed.
Le Can, whose eyes were hazy, suddenly cleared his gaze. The hand whose wrist was held suddenly broke free from the restraint, tearing open the belt of the nightgown hanging at Xi Yun’s waist.
The loosened silk nightgown, without the belt to secure it, instantly spread open to both sides.
Beautiful, sharp lines of arms and shoulders, firm but not exaggerated chest muscles, slowly tightening downwards to hide the waist and abdomen of amazing explosive power…
No need to look; relying solely on the experience of touch just now, Le Can could guess without looking down how eye-catching those eight abdominal muscles, flowing and clear like undulating mountain ranges, were.
Hard to imagine if they all moved… what a mouth-parched scene it would be.
But this was all Le Can could do.
The large hand that had been shaken off grabbed him again. Along with his other innocent hand, they were caught together, trapped in the other person’s palm, unable to move.
But this was a small matter.
Because… his goal was achieved.
His upper palate was scraped ruthlessly. Le Can, suffering “punishment,” lost focus for two seconds, then after recovering, pushed his lips forward more actively.
Seemingly a small gesture of pleasing, it was actually just to cover another small movement that would follow.
After all, having experienced two kisses, he was no longer the Le Can of the past!
Cough, still able to maintain a shred of sobriety.
To prevent Xi Yun from stopping immediately after kissing like the last two times, the youth slowly moved his body until… he sat on the waist and abdomen of the person beneath him.
The kissing action paused for a second.
The moment he caught the chance to gasp for large mouthfuls of air, Le Can knew his little action was exposed. He instantly switched plans.
His wrists, forced together, exerted force simultaneously, driving the hand holding him to reach toward the hem of the translucent white shirt on him.
Legs pressed together slowly opened…
As if electrocuted, Xi Yun abruptly let go and retreated backward.
Le Can’s eyes, tinged with red at the corners, lifted triumphantly. His pinky finger, which had kept the black silk hooked all along, relaxed into his palm. The silk ribbon, barely hanging in his hand, was steadily delivered to his thumb and index finger.
Holding the black silk ribbon, Le Can turned and prepared to loop it over a certain place pressed against his lower back.
Something like a branding iron poked against his soft belly and between his legs. These places, which hadn’t experienced exercise, had absolutely no ability to resist.
Le Can was poked uncomfortably.
If he were a peach, the soft flesh would only be squeezed out full of juice through the skin, held by a thin layer of skin.
Fortunately, he wasn’t a peach.
However, before the wrinkled silk ribbon could reach its destination, Le Can was scooped up by the waist and thrown heavily into the soft bedding.
The bed, which had been specifically ordered to be changed, didn’t have a bit of lethality.
Even so, Le Can’s head spun for a moment. But before he could adapt, a highly heated, bare chest pressed down from above.
“Le Can, is this where you want to tie it?”
The chilled voice carried the danger of an impending storm.
Realizing belatedly that something was wrong, Le Can struggled to lift his eyelids, trying to open his mouth to argue.
But before he could utter a syllable, the voice, deeply suppressing something, rang out again.
“Fine, since it’s what you want, then I will satisfy you.”
But as for whose body it would be tied on?
That wasn’t up to him to decide anymore.
When the scorching hand pressed down through the shirt, Le Can, whose pupils dilated violently, could only futilely spit out broken, sentence-less sounds from his throat.
Then, his body and reason were ruthlessly thrown into a bottomless vortex…
Author’s Note: [Dog Head] Yaoyao, getting what you sought, so what is there to complain about?
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