Liao Qian mischievously gave Lei Ting two cups of strong liquor, and An Ning was curious about what Lei Ting would look like after drinking it.
While waiting for the alcohol to take effect, Lei Ting held An Ning and started telling her fairy tales. An Ning was almost asleep when Lei Ting suddenly called her name.
The voice had changed, and An Ning immediately perked up, sitting up and looking at Lei Ting, who was shaking his head in agitation.
At this moment, Lei Ting seemed to be suppressing the beast within him. He shook his head and tried to grab An Ning's hands with both of his, looking very forceful. The veins on his arms bulged. An Ning slowly backed away, feeling both excited and scared.
An Ning: "Lei Ting, how are you...?"
Thunder: "I...I..."
Lei Ting sat up and leaned against An Ning. An Ning thought a storm was brewing, but Lei Ting seemed to be asleep. An Ning moved Lei Ting over, and Lei Ting suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her like a wild beast.
The last vestige of calm before the storm ended when Lei Ting looked up. At that moment, the most primal desires within Lei Ting began to seep out, and the atmosphere he exuded made An Ning's hair stand on end.
Anning tried to wake Leiting, and just as she patted Leiting's chest, her hand was grabbed by Leiting. It was a grab, not a gentle touch.
An Ning: "Thunder...don't..."
Thunder still retained some rationality. He waved his hand and turned off all the lights in the room, and also suspended all services at Mousse Mountain. He instinctively did not want anyone to disturb him at this moment.
An Ning closed her eyes. In the darkness, An Ning was caught by lightning and turned into a little white rabbit. In front of her was a forest of tall trees.
Even a mushroom was taller and bigger than the little white rabbit. Anning realized the danger and instinctively fled into the vast and quiet forest.
Behind her came the roar of a tiger. Anning turned around and saw that the tiger's fangs were stained with blood in the moonlight as it pounced on her. Anning couldn't open her eyes and could only let the tiger chase and bite her.
She ran barefoot for a long time without receiving any help. Suddenly, a hot spring appeared ahead, its warm water steaming. Anning grabbed onto the last straw and jumped in to escape the tiger's attack.
The tiger's low growl faded into the distance, and just as Anning surfaced to relax for a moment, the tiger emerged from the water beneath her feet.
Before Anning could escape, the tiger had already fed her the nectar it was carrying, and with its two sharp claws gleaming with majesty, it slammed her onto its back.
An Ning stared wide-eyed, not daring to move an inch. She watched as the tiger gently carried her swimming in the hot spring, the nectar in its mouth faint yet flavorful.
Meanwhile, An Ning's legs floated in the hot spring, feeling as if thousands of small fish were biting and pulling at her, causing an itchy and numb sensation that stimulated her tense nerves.
A gentle breeze swept by as Anning rode on the tiger's back. The hot spring beneath her feet was so vast that the tiger carried her around the entire forest.
Only after the tiger led her through the entire forest and placed her in the very center of the hot spring before leaving without looking back did Anning leap out of the spring, as if she had just escaped a calamity.
He returned to reality in a moment, Lei Ting lying beside her with his eyes closed, humming softly, his hands tightly wrapped around her tingling waist.
An Ning, panting heavily, reminisced about her adventure. Looking at the time, she realized that two hours had passed.
An Ning felt as if she had truly been in a forest, roaming in a hot spring with a tiger.
During these two hours, Anning experienced a thrilling chase, the fear of being suppressed by the claws of a tiger, and a refreshing yet wild hot spring bath.
The sense of victory from conquering a fierce tiger and making it willingly submit to Anning propelled her emotions to a climax.
At this moment, Lei Ting held An Ning tightly around the waist, preventing her from moving an inch. Lei Ting's face was slightly flushed, and there was a hint of regret between his brows. An Ning rubbed his brows and murmured softly.
An Ning: "Thunder..."
Thunder: "Anning...don't go...come back..."
Anning: "I'm here...you're holding me!"
Thunder: "I won't let you go, don't go, hold me, I'm scared... I can't, I can't live without you..."
Anning hugged Leiting tightly, and Leiting nestled greedily in Anning's arms. The familiar taste of birch sap filled Leiting's mouth, as if he were wandering in a birch forest. Only when a trace of blood came over him did Leiting smack his lips and fall asleep contentedly.
An Ning was numb and tingling. Just when she was relieved a little, Lei Ting sucked out another wound. She couldn't push him away or wake him up. She could only let Lei Ting plow her away.
Anning licked the blood-red lightning bolts off his chest clean. He patted the lightning bolts, trying to get them to let him go. The lightning bolts slowly stopped moving and began to snore.
An Ning slowly closed her eyes. This night was the first time An Ning had ever experienced the most primal flavor of Lei Ting. The fragrance of the strong liquor would disturb Lei Ting's tender and gentle thoughts.
Even though Lei Ting knew he had to restrain himself because of An Ning in front of him, the alcohol and An Ning's curiosity made him completely let loose.
Liao Qian lay in bed while Allen drew in front of him. Liao Qian closed his eyes and saw a tiger chasing a little white rabbit. He watched a forest chase.
Allen finished his painting and brought it to the bed to admire with Liao Qian. The fierce tiger in Liao Qian's mind also ran away and disappeared without a trace.
Liao Qian covered his mouth and laughed. Allen took his hand down and put the painting aside. Liao Qian's hand slowly moved along with Allen's.
Liao Qian: "Be more restrained."
Allen: "You don't love me."
Liao Qian: "How could I not love you?"
Allen: "You're not being affectionate with me anymore."
Liao Qian: "I really can't do anything with you. I'll let you know how much I love you."
A few beads of sweat appeared on Allen's fair skin, which Liao Qian licked clean for him. When their eyes met, their faces turned slightly red, and they couldn't help but express their love. Their love was like two chopsticks fighting, and they only managed to draw when they both grabbed a warm piece of something.
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