However, since it is only intended for single-person use, its width is somewhat limited.

The air was thick with masculine scent. Willie felt as if he were being crushed by a boulder. He tried to dodge to the side, but instead bumped into the other man's outstretched arm, which felt like he was throwing himself into his arms.

Si Yuan chuckled softly.

He carefully squeezed next to Vili, turned sideways and embraced him. In the dim light, his iris-purple eyes gleamed with a bewitching light.

He didn't rush to kiss him, but instead looked into the bewildered boy's eyes, his voice gentle, and asked in a coaxing tone:

"Young Master, do you know who I am?"

Vili was still struggling to escape, but the cramped coffin left him nowhere to go. His breath, which was slightly relieved, carried a faint fragrance, which made Si Yuan's eyes darken.

He looked at the man.

"you……"

Seeing him tilting his head in thought, Si Yuan felt a sense of anticipation.

Unexpectedly, Willy remained silent for a moment, then slowly said:

I don't care who you are.

"..."

Si Yuan chuckled and gently lifted his chin with one hand. Before Vili could say anything more, she covered him with her own.

It's so hot.

She had lost count of how many times the man had licked her lips again and again, even grinding and biting them with unbearable tenderness. Vili felt that her lips must be swollen.

But this person kept asking:

"who I am?"

Vili thought he must be a patient with amnesia, but so stupid that he couldn't even find a doctor.

In the brief moment when the man loosened his grip again, Willie finally found an opportunity to reach out and cover his lips. But the other man didn't seem to mind; even through his soft palm, he still wanted to press down on her regardless.

As Vili looked into his purple eyes, a mixture of lust and love, he suddenly found fragments of memories in his mind.

He should only know one person with that eye color.

"...Si...Yuan?"

He whispered.