Chapter 62 The Center of the Storm
Huo Shen's figure loomed over them, carrying with it a strong odor of alcohol and a dangerous sense of oppression. Su Yan shrank back in fear, his back pressed tightly against the headboard, his heart instantly rising to his throat.
"Sir?" His voice trembled uncontrollably.
Huo Shen didn't answer. He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking deeply under his weight. In the darkness, Su Yan could feel his hot breath close at hand, his eyes like a beast in the night, locked onto him.
"Do you really want to leave?" Huo Shen's voice was hoarse and low, filled with the stickiness of alcohol and suppressed anger. "Or do you think Zhou Mingchen can give you a better way out?"
His fingers suddenly grasped Su Yan's slender wrist with such force that it seemed as if he was going to crush his bones. The pain made Su Yan's face turn pale in an instant.
"I didn't..." Su Yan tried to defend himself, his voice filled with tears, "I didn't put that thing there! I really don't know..."
"I don't know?" Huo Shen chuckled. There was no warmth in his laughter, only bone-chilling coldness and self-mockery. "You all... treat me like a fool..."
His other hand touched Su Yan's cheek, his fingertips were hot and covered with calluses, but his movements were no longer as rough as before. Instead, they were a heart-pounding, slow caress, as if he was confirming a lost treasure, or conducting a final judgment.
"Su Yan, I told you..." His breath sprayed on Su Yan's sensitive earlobe, causing a shudder, "You can't escape."
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned over and captured Su Yan's lips.
It was a kiss reeking of alcohol, anger, and a predatory, unresistible kiss, unlike any other he had touched before. It was filled with a desperate possession and a frenzy that threatened to consume them both. Su Yan's mind went blank, a mixture of fear and an unfamiliar, forcibly awakened physiological reaction that left him frozen, unable to think or push away.
Huo Shen's hand loosened its grip on him, but instead reached under his shirt, the scorching heat of his palm pressing against his slightly cool skin, causing an even more violent shudder. Su Yan subconsciously struggled, pressing his hands against Huo Shen's solid chest, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Don't..." His broken plea was swallowed up in a deeper kiss.
Clothes rustled in the darkness, and the cold air occasionally touched exposed skin, stirring up tiny particles. Su Yan's resistance seemed so futile and weak in the face of the absolute power gap and Huo Shen's almost destructive aura.
He was like a small boat lost in the center of a storm, swept by huge waves, tossed up and down, all his senses deprived, leaving only the other person's scorching body temperature, heavy breathing, and the unquestionable possession that seemed to brand his soul as well.
After an unknown amount of time, the storm gradually subsided.
Huo Shen leaned over him, his heavy breathing slowly calming down, but his scorching body temperature still transmitted through the skin touching him. The alcohol and the intense exercise seemed to have exhausted his strength, and he remained in this tightly connected position, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
Su Yan stared blankly at the hazy darkness on the ceiling. His body ached and felt weak, as if it had been torn apart and reassembled. His heart was blank and blank. Tears silently slid down his face, soaking his temples.
At this moment, Huo Shen moved. Instead of leaving, he stretched out his arms and pulled Su Yan closer to him, almost hugging her. His chin rested on the top of Su Yan's head, and he let out a very soft, almost inaudible sigh.
This subconscious action, which was slightly tender, made Su Yan feel even more absurd and panicky than the intense possession just now.
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