Chapter 19 Wet Kiss

Lin Yi gasped for breath, his lips still glistening with the moisture from their intertwined bodies. He seemed enveloped by the aura of Shenbei Island, as if a flickering flame was burning within him. He muttered softly, "My hair's wet, or..."

It was still cold; those three words were left unsaid.

Shen Beidao's burning lips covered his again, cutting off all words.

He tightened his arms, pulling the person closer into his embrace.

Beneath the coat was a soft sweater. Through the two layers of clothing, two hearts pounded violently, rubbing together and generating heat that almost burned their skin.

Lin Yi's fingers unconsciously tightened around Shen Beidao's hair. He wanted to show his ease and control, but found that he had to stand on tiptoe to maintain the posture.

Ugh! Having a boyfriend who's ten centimeters taller than me, even kissing feels like dancing ballet.

Shen Beidao sensed Lin Yi's initiative to get closer. What was originally a tender caress gradually turned into a fierce mutual attraction and tearing.

It seems that only through such subtle pain can they confirm each other's existence and vent their pent-up feelings.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The sudden vibration of a cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Shen Beidao slightly opened his eyes, looking at the affectionate child in his arms. He wondered, why did the child always smell so good?

Sometimes it's a subtle milky aroma, sometimes a sweet vanilla scent; right now, it's an indescribable, sweet, and alluring fragrance...

Lin Yi noticed his distraction, slowly opened his eyes, gently pushed him, then pressed the back of his hand against his swollen lips, his voice muffled: "Answer the phone first, it's been ringing for a long time."

"Don't worry about it." Shen Beidao's fingers caressed his chin, wanting to continue the innocent kiss.

Lin Yi turned his head away, his ears turning red as if they had been deliberately pinched; if this continued, something bad might happen.

Lin Yi dodged the question and said, "I'm sorry to have been disturbed, I'm not in the mood anymore... You can answer it first."

Shen Beidao obediently took out his phone from his pocket, but his eyes remained fixed on Lin Yi's face.

Lin Yi tiptoed and glimpsed the screen; it appeared to be a string of German characters, the numbers starting with +49 30 12...

It's not a domestic phone number.

Seeing Lin Yi's curious yet feigned nonchalance, Shen Beidao's lips curled into a smug smile.

He released his hand from Lin Yi's waist, and then, naturally and with a hint of punishment, lightly patted Lin Yi's buttocks, gesturing with his eyes for him to go to the living room.

"Hmm? Julian."

He answered the phone, but his arm remained possessively around Lin Yi's shoulder, pulling him half-into his embrace as he led him towards the living room.

The receiver crackled with enthusiastic German: "Linus, lange nicht gesehen, was hast du in letzter Zeit so getrieben" (Linus, long time no see, what have you been up to lately?)

Shen Beidao: "beschaftigt." (busy)

He took a clean bath towel from the cabinet and, while listening to the phone call, began to dry Lin Yi's slightly damp hair.

Lin Yi wanted to do it himself, but he was gently stopped by him.

"Sit still, I'll do it."

He made Lin Yi sit down on the sofa, casually pressed the speakerphone button on his phone, and then wrapped the restless head in a bath towel with both hands, his movements as gentle as if he were handling a puppy that had just fallen into the water and been pulled out.

"Linus, was ist das für ein Gerausch Du bist immer noch so witzig...Was hast du denn so lange gemacht, bevor du ans Telefon gegangen bist"

(Linus, what's that sound... You're still as humorous as ever. What were you doing taking so long to answer the phone?)

Shen Beidao lowered his head.

At this moment, their gazes met in the air. Shen Beidao's deep eyes were like melting dark chocolate, rich and intense, yet carrying an undisguised doting and possessiveness...

Lin Yi tilted his head back, his eyelashes still damp from the kiss, his eyes sparkling. Though a little shy, he boldly accepted the admiration.

There seemed to be invisible threads in the air, binding their gazes together. They both understood each other's feelings, but neither of them spoke.

"Linus, horst du zu" (Linus, are you listening?)

Shen Beidao responded in a deep voice, his gaze never leaving Lin Yi's face for a moment: "...Bin mit Dates beschaftigt." (...busy with romance)

"Was! Du bist verliebt! Echt jetzt! Oh mein Gott! Was für eine Frau ist sie denn Sexy, kurvenreich oder eine reife Frau..."

(What! You're in love! Really? My God! What kind of woman is she? Sexy, voluptuous, or a mature woman...?)

Shen Beidao: "Mann"

The voice on the other end was filled with shock: "Was! Ein Mann Ein Kerl! Linus, Mein Gott, was sagst du da......"

(What?! A man? A guy? Oh my god, Linus, what are you talking about?...)

The moment the word "Mann" escaped his lips, Shen Beidao didn't flinch. Instead, as if eager to verify something, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Yi's nape, kissing him forcefully.

"Waaah—"

Lin Yi was caught off guard, and all his exclamations were swallowed back down his throat.

The faint German questioning could be heard through the receiver, while on the other end of the line, they were being drawn into a silent, passionate encounter.

A wave of shame surged through his spine like an electric current, yet strangely mixed with an indescribable stimulation, forcing Lin Yi's eyes to redden, and he could only let out a few suppressed groans from his throat.

He tried to push Shen Beidao away by pressing his hand against his chest, but Shen Beidao held him tighter and kissed him more deeply.

Until, Shen Beidao stepped back slightly, his breathing became slightly disordered, and a deep "dark fire" appeared in his eyes.

He hadn't expected that this usually docile rabbit, in its moment of panic and embarrassment, would be so strong, scratching several red marks on his neck.

But he wasn't angry. He simply wiped Lin Yi's moist lips lightly with his fingertip, then held the phone back to his ear, his voice still slightly hoarse, and said to the person on the other end, "Sonst noch was Julian, ich bin gerade auf einem Date."

(Anything else, Julian? I'm on a date right now.)

"Es ist nichts Dringendes, aber... konnten Sie meine Frage von vorhin beantworten Stimmt das"

(It's nothing urgent, but... to answer my question earlier, is it true?)

"Okay, Julian, ich rufe dich en zurück. Tschüss!"

(Okay, Julian, I'll get back to you tomorrow, bye.)

Shen Beidao abruptly hung up the phone, his fingertips touching the back of Lin Yi's neck. His cheeks were clearly hot, but the nape of his neck was icy cold.

Shen Beidao: "Go take a hot shower first. You got caught in the rain and you'll catch a cold."

But Lin Yi was completely unable to escape the lingering intimacy. He was caught up in the afterglow of their earlier passion. Looking at the two claw marks on Shen Beidao's neck, he felt a little embarrassed, but he would never apologize. He said, "I... warm me up, then you won't be cold anymore."

Lin Yi gazed at him longingly, wrapped his arms around Shen Beidao's firm waist, and then buried his face in Shen Beidao's warm belly, greedily absorbing the warmth. "It's so nice to be held like this."

Taking a bath, what's the point of taking a bath alone?

Lin Yi wanted to shower with Shen Beidao, but the thought was too shameful; their relationship hadn't yet crossed that important step.

Lin Yi felt that Shen Beidao's body was like a furnace, which seemed to have a more immediate effect than taking a bath.

Shen Beidao hadn't expected him to be so clingy today. He sat down next to Lin Yi, pulled him into his arms, and wrapped a blanket from the sofa around him. "Are you feeling better now?"

Lin Yi rested his head on Shen Beidao's chest, listening to the resounding heartbeat. His small head, which had been wrapped in a white blanket, peeked out and looked at Shen Beidao's well-defined jawline: "Were you speaking German just now?"

"Mm," Shen Beidao responded softly.

He was squeezed into the corner of the sofa by Lin Yi's restless, wriggling body.

This sofa is a designer-style streamlined design, shaped like an S, which is a bit too narrow for Shen Beidao, who has long legs.

With nowhere to put his legs, he could only drape his arms over the back of the sofa, forming a powerful and protective posture to support the person in his arms.

Lin Yi's leg brushed against him unintentionally. "Who was that person just now?"

“My friend in Berlin, who was also my university classmate.”

"Oh—" Lin Yi drawled, pretending to ask casually, "So, does he like women or men...?"

“He’s been married before, and his child is three years old.” Shen Beidao chuckled softly, seeing through his little scheme.

Lin Yi was speechless for a moment, feeling like a jealous little jerk, and quickly changed the subject: "So, from what I heard on your phone call... your German is quite good, it sounds very professional. I was just asking because I couldn't understand what you were saying."

Shen Beidao looked at him with "kindness," his gaze filled with the knowing amusement of a mature man and an intense, unyielding desire. He remained silent, a smile playing in his eyes.

"Say something! Why are you letting other people drop their words in conversation?"

Lin Yi sat up straight, trying to break free from his embrace.

"What do you want to hear?" Shen Beidao immediately moved closer, pressing down on him and trapping him between the sofa and his chest. He leaned down, his warm lips gently brushing against Lin Yi's earlobe, his deep, magnetic voice mixed with hot breath filling Lin Yi's ears:

“Bist du eifersüchtig”

Lin Yi's body trembled, and the burning sensation that had just subsided swept over him again. "What did you say... I don't understand."

Shen Beidao chuckled softly, then slowly uttered the more tender German: "Schatz, Mein Herz gehort dir."

"What...?"

Lin Yi instinctively tried to dodge, but found that his body had already gone limp, unable to understand anything or escape.

"Lin Yi," Shen Beidao called his name, in a gentle, consultative tone, "can we give it a try?"

"Try...what?" Lin Yi could read the man's barely suppressed desire in Shen Beidao's eyes, but his own heart was taut like a stretched string...

A note from the author:

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"Bist du eifersüchtig" (Are you jealous?)

“Schatz, Mein Herz gehort dir.” (My love, my heart belongs to you.)

[Dog head carrying rose] The following words are missing two dots because some of them are not displayed. Adding two dots above "a" and "o" is the correct way to write them.

gehort, beschaftigt, konnten, Gerausch