Chapter 18 Duan Keqiu
Qin Huai pinched Duan Ke's jaw with one hand and supported his buttocks with the other, pushing him against the wall.
The sheets were so tangled they couldn't even lie down, so they had to move to another location. Duan Ke sobbed, afraid of falling, so she could only obediently throw her arms around the neck of the person who had caused the trouble, crying and begging for mercy.
"I'm sleepy... I'm full... Can I go to sleep..."
Qin Huai didn't care. With a cold expression, he let go of Duan Ke's jaw and inserted his index and middle fingers between Duan Ke's teeth.
"Open your mouth."
Duan Ke was a succubus, and his fangs were naturally sharp, suitable for piercing. If he didn't cooperate, Qin Huai's hands would likely be covered in blood.
Duan didn't want to hurt his owner, so he could only hum and do as he was told obediently.
Qin Huai's eyes were gloomy, and he pressed his fingers down expressionlessly, pressing them against the root of Duan Ke's tongue, letting the crystal liquid slide down from his lips.
"Good boy, baby."
Qin Huai has been like this tonight, committing terrible atrocities while speaking in an extremely gentle tone.
Duan Ke was so coaxed by him that he completely lost his mind and just let him manipulate his hands and feet.
He was almost unconscious, too obedient, yet Qin Huai didn't let him go. Duan Ke couldn't bear it any longer, too sleepy, and he closed his eyes and passed out. In the last second of consciousness, he could still feel the rough tongue ravaging his mouth.
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Duan Ke was sleeping soundly.
He felt his lips were swollen and painful, probably broken, as if he had fought with someone with his mouth all night.
Moreover, the guy opposite him was not polite at all. He sucked and bit his tongue as if he wanted to eat it, causing the tip of Duan Ke's tongue to be swollen.
My wrists and waist were extremely sore, as if someone had tied them up tightly with a belt or something. There were probably still red marks on them.
Duan Kexian felt like he was being wrapped in a blanket, rolled up like a child, so tight that he couldn't breathe. This familiar yet distant way of covering himself with a blanket evoked images deep in his memory, and the scenes in his dream switched rapidly.
He opened his eyes in a dream.
What caught his eye was the top of the rock covered with moss. Duan Ke turned his head around in a daze and found himself back in the cave where he had stayed for several months as a child.
The quilt was wrapped tightly, and he stretched out his hand to try to pull it open, but failed. The quilt was only fluttered a few times by him.
...Where are my hands?
Duan Ke stretched out his hand angrily, and then a short black forelimb appeared in his sight.
He moved his hands in a daze, and the little black claws in his sight also moved.
Oh, now I remember, he is still a ball. So Duan Keqiu struggled to pupate in the quilt, and broke free from the confinement of the quilt like a little black cat crawling out of the cat's nest.
It regained its freedom and shook its small wings that were numb from being pressed down.
I’m so hungry. It’s time to eat.
Everything in the dream was as unclear as if covered by a layer of frosted glass, and Duan Keqiu was acting entirely based on his memory.
It flew up and down towards the food that was emitting an enticing aroma not far away, and the food itself was now studying a map to leave here by the fire.
Duan Keqiu lay on a patch of warm skin. It was strange, why couldn't he see the man's face clearly? Duan Keqiu stretched out his front paws and felt around, but only felt the man's short, black hair.
"What again?"
A cold and desolate voice sounded a little impatient, but the man did not stop it.
Oh, Duan Keqiu knew why he couldn't see his face. This was the back of his head, so he was now lying on the back of his neck.
"...Do you really have to bite here?" The man said helplessly, "Change somewhere else. It hurts to bite so many times."
Duan Keqiu heard himself answer: "Then I will bite your mouth."
"...No, you're a minor. Find another place."
Duan Keqiu heard his own voice again: "Then I'm going to bite your %￥#￥％..."
Even after months together, the man seemed completely intolerant of such blunt words. He immediately ripped the ball from the back of his neck and tightly covered its mouth. Duan Keqiu licked the man's palm in grievance. The man let go of Duan Keqiu as if he had received an electric shock and looked at him with a gloomy face.
"Woo woo." Duan Keqiu turned into a puddle of black mud and spread on the ground, "I'm so hungry."
There was silence in the cave for a few seconds. As expected, the man gave in again, sighed imperceptibly, picked up the black pancake from the ground, and placed it on the back of his neck.
"bite."
Duan Keqiu felt that he had done so. Bright red, warm blood rushed into his body, and he felt that he and the person in front of him had almost merged into one. No one could separate them anymore, and he felt very happy.
After eating, Duan Keqiu lay contentedly on the man's broad shoulders and looked at the fire quietly with him.
It was raining outside the cave, and inside, the crackling of a fire was heard. Duan Keqiu, frightened by the thunder, huddled against the man's neck. The man reached out and quietly soothed him.
The rain was pouring down, and everything outside the cave was invisible. It seemed as if there were only two creatures left in the world, leaning against each other, even if one was a dying soldier and the other was a seriously ill monster.
After a long silence, Duan Ke heard his own low question again.
"You said... can we still go out?"
"……elder brother?"
The man's face in the dream was always blurry, without any facial features, but Duan Ke looked up at him and inexplicably felt that his expression should be very gentle.
"able."
"I'll take you out." Duan Keqiu was only as big as the man's palm. He stretched out his hand to block the man's uneasy gaze. His voice was still cold, but not indifferent.
"Don't think about it, go to sleep. I'll stay with you."
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"Duan Ke?"
"Duan Ke, wake up."
The low call completely overlapped with the voice in the dream. Duan Ke woke up suddenly, opened his mouth and gasped for breath, his heart beating rapidly, and looked at Qin Huai in front of him with red eyes.
Qin Huai had just come to check his body temperature and bring him some water, but he saw Duan Ke twisting and turning on the bed like a silkworm chrysalis, whimpering in pain, his golden brown curly hair all wet with cold sweat.
Although he already knew that Duan Ke had a nightmare, Qin Huai's heart still couldn't help but twist when he saw his red eyes. He half-knelt beside the bed, gently patting Duan Ke's back and whispering soothing words.
Duan Ke's consciousness was still stuck in that dream.
It looked so familiar. He clearly couldn't remember what that face looked like, but why did he feel that Qin Huai's outline was so similar to his? It made Duan Ke feel extremely uncomfortable.
And this, the crepe quilt wrapping method that doesn't care whether he can breathe or not, is exactly the same.
Duan Ke was very sad because he seemed to be about to recall something but couldn't grasp anything. His tears kept rolling down and he clutched the quilt wrapped around his body tightly, as if it was his life-saving straw.
He bit his lower lip, staring blankly at Qin Huai, and murmured, "...Brother."
Duan Ke actually looked very miserable now. He was wearing Qin Huai's loose shirt, which was rolled around by him. The cold sweat on his forehead due to fear had not yet disappeared. His little face was red from crying, and he looked like he would die immediately without Qin Huai's care.
Even wrapped in a thick quilt, Qin Huai was able to hold Duan Ke completely in his arms.
When Duan Ke was sick, he was like a piece of fragile glass, extremely clingy and unable to leave him. Although Qin Huai felt distressed, it also made him feel an unprecedented, dark joy.
Qin Huai seemed to be gently holding Duan Ke in his arms, one hand gently soothing his back. But his other hand unconsciously and tightly grasped Duan Ke's waist, making it impossible for Duan Ke to break free.
Duan Ke buried herself in Qin Huai's arms and rubbed his collarbone with her red nose.
"Brother, brother. Save me."
Duan Ke kept calling out these two words, as if he was still in a dream.
Qin Huai initially assumed he was still afraid and kept agreeing. It wasn't until later that his sharp mind finally realized something was amiss, and he slowly looked down in disbelief.
The man's eyes suddenly changed from gentle to deep and dark. He grabbed Duan Ke's neck, lifted his head, and stared into Duan Ke's eyes full of attachment.
"Duan Ke." Qin Huai's voice was shockingly cold. "Who are you calling?"
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