Chapter 127: The Fall of Noble Reservation, No...
Eye contact is the most subtle kiss.
Their eyes met, spanning a full twenty-five years.
Xirui stood up, his fingers still tightly clasped around Atalan's wrist, as if afraid he would escape.
The male insect's voice was deep and firm, with no room for Atalan to refuse: "Ranta, let me help you."
Help? How?
Late stage of rigidity, highly drug-resistant body.
What else can we do if even the medicine has lost its effect?
Hearing this, a hint of doubt flashed in Atalan's eyes. His gaze fell on Xirui's face, trying to read the answer from his expression.
The voice was as soft as a whisper, with a hint of uncertainty:
"How do you want to help me?"
"……ah!"
The next second, the monarch cried out softly.
Xirui did not answer, but suddenly exerted force, grabbed Atalan by the waist with his arms.
The feeling of weightlessness made Atalan subconsciously tense up his nerves, and his fingers unconsciously grasped Xirui's collar.
His breathing quickened for a moment, and a hint of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
However, the next second, Atalan's body was placed steadily on the high white jade table against the wall.
The touch of the cold jade penetrated his skin through the thin fabric, causing him to shiver slightly.
But Xirui's arms were still tightly around his waist - he felt very safe.
The monarch's platinum-colored imperial robe trembled slightly in the air, and the hem slid down like flowing water, gently brushing against Xirui's arm, with a noble and cold beauty.
The imperial robe was embroidered with intricate patterns, which sparkled in the dim light, as if stars were falling on Atalan.
The supreme monarch had slightly messy golden hair, with a few strands of hair hanging beside his cold white cheeks, making Atalan's skin almost transparent, revealing an alienated beauty.
Xirui's eyes were fixed on Atalan's face.
The breath of the male insect was getting closer and closer, with an irresistible tenderness, pulling Atalan's restraint and rationality into the abyss bit by bit.
Xirui casually threw down the golden iris vase that was originally placed on the table.
The expensive vase drew a brief arc in the air and then gently landed on the thick carpet beside it with a dull sound.
The vase did not break, but tilted slightly, and water slowly flowed out of the mouth of the vase, soaking the soft fibers of the carpet.
Transparent water overflowed from the bottle, flowed down the outer wall of the vase, and dripped onto the petals of the golden iris.
The petals, originally delicate and beautiful, were now soaked in water, appearing even more fragile and heavy.
The water droplets slid down the texture of the petals like silent tears, dyeing the golden petals even deeper.
The air was filled with a light mist, mixed with the cool fragrance of golden irises, adding a touch of damp ambiguity.
Xirui's gaze did not linger on the vase. His attention was all on Atalan. The water-soaked golden iris was just a foil at the moment.
now,
In Xirui's arms was only Atalan, the king of the empire, the pinnacle of supreme power, and the spiritual leader of the rebels, the Golden Iris.
Also Cerie's "Lanta".
The pheromones of ebony agarwood permeated the air, becoming increasingly dense, like an invisible veil, slowly enveloping the entire space.
This breath is so familiar.
Atalan's breathing stagnated slightly, and the air in his chest seemed to be sucked away bit by bit by this breath, replaced by an indescribable desire.
His body leaned forward involuntarily, and his cheek unconsciously pressed against the male insect's shoulder, as if he was being drawn to the breath and was completely unable to resist.
The male insect's pheromone is like the most addictive poison.
With fatal attraction.
Every breath made Atalan's nerves more tense, as if countless tiny electric currents were flowing through his body, igniting every inch of his flesh and blood.
The dried-up soul becomes full again.
Reason was gradually eaten away by instinct, leaving only the heart that kept expanding in the chest.
The male insect's pheromones are like an invisible net that wraps him tightly. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks.
Atalan was caught in this web and stayed there for a full twenty-five years.
His throat was tight, and the voice was almost squeezed out from the thin lips:
"Cerie...Cerie, do you want to do it with me?"
Trembling, like begging, but also like compromise.
The monarch's body leaned forward slightly, actually silently praying for the male insect to approach and touch.
And Xirui's eyes were still deep, as if he had seen through Atalan's struggle and desire.
He gently stroked his fingers along the monarch's jaw, the warmth of his fingertips making him smile.
"Ranta,"
The ebony agarwood is becoming more and more popular, with a kind of bewitching power.
Xirui said,
"I want to do happy things with you."
“……!”
Hearing this, Atalan's breathing became more rapid, and his body seemed to no longer belong to him, but was completely dominated by the pheromone.
His fingertips tightly grasped the male insect's collar, almost tearing the poor piece of cloth into pieces, as if it was his only support.
The muffled voice was almost inaudible: "Do you want to help me? Or do you want to love me?"
Next second.
The scent of ebony and agarwood became stronger and stronger, like a silent storm.
"Well!"
Atalan groaned violently.
Without waiting for the male insect's answer, he curled up like a cooked shrimp and was forced to lie on the white jade table.
The abdominal cavity seemed to be torn apart by some invisible force, and the internal organs were screaming in empty pain.
It was an extremely strong feeling of hunger, not just physical, but also a desire deep in the soul.
"…Cerie, answer me."
Atalan's fingers groped stubbornly on Xirui's shoulders, not like resistance, but rather like he was looking for some kind of support, and Xirui's breath made him even more unable to control himself.
His eyes met the male insect's again, and those deep eyes seemed to hide endless past memories.
How could the prey not know that it had been captured?
Atalan knew that he could no longer escape, nor did he want to.
Both the body and the soul are calling out, as if only that can fill the endless emptiness.
Xirui's fingers gently stroked the monarch's pale cheek, which was now rosy.
"I want them all."
This is an answer.
This was an answer Atalan had waited twenty-five years for.
Finally, Atalan closed his eyes and let the male insect's breath surround him.
The body relaxed slightly, as if at this moment, all resistance and struggle turned into silent compromise.
He knew,
I can't turn back, nor do I want to turn back.
It was a desire that welled up from the depths of the soul, beyond reason and fear, leaving only the purest instinct.
Believe and trust.
Ebony agarwood.
Xirui's breath was getting closer and closer, carrying the fragrance of ebony and agarwood, a gentle invasion.
The male insect's fingers gently stroked Atalan's cheek, and the warmth of his fingertips made Atalan's thin skin tremble.
then,
Xirui lowered her head and kissed Atalan's eyes.
The golden eyes were already closed, and the eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids. Xirui's kiss was delicate and gentle, from the eyelashes to the eyelids, as if using the warmth between his lips and teeth to awaken the closed eyes.
Kissed the fine lines and marks left by the past twenty-five years.
The kiss moved slowly, landing on Atalan's brow, then the bridge of his nose, each with an almost reverent tenderness.
Xirui's breath gently brushed against Atalan's skin, like a breeze, bringing with it a thrilling itch.
He held Atalan's face in his palms, gently supported his pointed chin with his fingertips, and lowered his head to kiss his thin, pale lips.
It was a gentle kiss, like a feather falling on the water, stirring up tiny ripples.
Xirui's lips gently caressed Atalan's lips with a tentative tenderness, as if waiting for a response.
The kiss was like patiently opening a clam.
The lonely clam that has lived in the deep sea for a long time has a hard and cold shell, an invisible barrier that isolates it from the outside world.
Alienation and indifference are like the fine lines on a clam shell, hard and difficult to penetrate.
But Xirui was not impatient. His kiss was gentle and patient, like a stream of warm water, slowly washing over the hard shell, looking for the tiniest gap.
The male insect has endless patience.
His lips gently caressed Atalan's lips with a tentative tenderness, as if he was using the most delicate touch to sense his resistance and acceptance.
The cold outer shell loosened, and the tightly closed lips slowly opened a crack like a clam shell under the infiltration of warm water.
Xirui's kiss gradually deepened, with an irresistible tenderness, as if the water finally found that hidden angle and slowly seeped into the depths of the clam shell.
The defense line collapsed bit by bit, Atalan's fingers tightly grasped Xirui's clothes, and the monarch who should have been high and mighty had disordered breathing and a low whimper escaped from his throat.
The clam shell was finally completely opened, revealing the softest part inside.
The delicious clam meat is soft, fragile, and has a heart-throbbing warmth.
Atalan's lips parted slightly in response to Xirui's kiss, silently and timidly expressing his deepest and most secret desires.
His breath intertwined with Xirui's, mixed with the fragrance of ebony and agarwood, as if freezing this moment into eternity.
The dazzling pearl, hidden deep within this softness, shimmered with a faint but dazzling light. That was Atalan's true self, which he had never revealed to anyone, the retreat and anxiety he had protected for many years with a hard shell.
now,
It finally appeared as Xirui caressed it, with extremely gorgeous beauty.
Only through repeated polishing can it become a pearl.
“…”
Atalan's eyelashes trembled, his wrists were already on the male insect's shoulders, and his body leaned forward involuntarily, completely responding to the kiss silently.
The air was filled with the scent of ebony and agarwood, mixed with their intertwined breaths, as if stretching time and solidifying this moment into eternity.
If only time could stay at this moment forever.
If time could freeze and stop at this moment, Atalan would be willing to die at this moment.
So happy, so beautiful, so warm.
His heartbeat quickened, and Atalan felt as if the air in his chest was being sucked out bit by bit, leaving only the addictive touch.
Completely sunk,
There is no escape,
I don't want to escape either.
It was the first time that Xirui saw Atalan so closely.
Their breaths intertwined, warm and lingering, even the air became thin.
The supreme monarch closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, like two fragile butterfly wings, trembling slightly with his breathing.
Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled, with a few strands falling on her cold, pale cheeks, making Atalan's skin look almost transparent, revealing a kind of languid beauty, like a flower quietly blooming in the night, with a bit of fragility that she didn't reveal to others.
——The golden iris that blooms only in Xirui's arms.
Xirui's lips were still pressed against Atalan's, kissing him softly and delicately, as if he was tasting fragile candy.
"Cerie...I can't..."
Atalan spoke in a sticky and weak voice, his breathing slightly rapid, a muffled groan escaping from his throat, the sound had an indescribable cold quality, like water flowing under the ice.
However, the ending tone of the sound rises slightly, with a subtle hook.
Like a golden iris covered with dew, it sways gently in the night light, both cool and attractive.
"It's okay...I'll teach you, okay, Ranta?"
Xirui couldn't take his eyes off Atalan's face.
Atalan is so beautiful.
From the first moment Xirui saw him, Xirui was fully aware of this fact.
Perhaps because of his deep bone structure, there is an innate sense of alienation between Atalan's eyebrows and eyes, as if he is always standing on the edge of the world, watching everything coldly.
But at this moment, Atalan's lips were slightly open, his breathing was disordered, and a faint blush appeared on his cold white skin, as if ice and snow were dyed with rosy clouds, so beautiful that it was shocking.
Xirui's fingers kept stroking Atalan's cheek, his fingertips touching the slightly cool skin, as if confirming Atalan's presence.
Twenty-five years of separation was not only a pain for Atalan, but also for Xirui.
Xirui would also feel uneasy.
I'll be scared too.
He never liked separation.
——After the dream ended, Xirui woke up from it, feeling dazed and as if half of his soul had been taken away.
Only half of the soul remained in him, and the other half remained on the roots of the golden iris.
They were almost about to merge their lives together, but such a sudden separation left a part of them to the other, leaving them incomplete.
Broken puzzle pieces.
One day, we will fight back again.
Needless to say, Xirui held the petals of the golden iris in his mouth and sucked and bit them carefully.
He left teeth marks on the lush and juicy petals of the golden iris, with a fierceness as if he wanted to chew the flesh into pieces, but the kiss seemed gentle.
Gentle conquest,
Peel off the hard shell little by little to reveal the most precious part inside.
Pry open the lips and lick the teeth.
This is not a plunder, this is a willing caressing of flesh and blood.
The golden iris at their feet lay quietly on the carpet, the water droplets on its petals gleaming faintly in the dim light.
The fragrance of golden iris quietly permeates the air, like a faint silk thread, entwined between breaths.
That fragrance,
The cold, deep, and elusive sense of alienation seems to float from a distant valley, mixed with the moisture of morning dew and the fragrance of soil.
It is not as strong as rose, nor as sweet as jasmine, but a unique cold fragrance, like moonlight shining on petals, with a faint golden glow.
Noble reserve, hidden temptation, silent invitation, one can't help but want to get closer, but dare not touch easily.
The fragrance of golden iris and the scent of ebony agarwood are intertwined, cold and warm, alienation and intimacy, as if a delicate balance has been achieved at this moment.
The fragrance lingers in the air, like a silent congratulation, witnessing the sinking and blooming of this moment.
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