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Xiao Yuan stood in front of the French windows for a long time. He had actually heard the sound of the bedroom door being gently pushed open behind him, and he also heard the slightly unsteady footsteps stopping behind him, but he did not turn around.
The next second, a warm body pressed against him from behind, its arms softly encircling his waist. Then, a cool and soft hand, with tentative curiosity, quietly slipped between the buttons of his shirt, its fingertips lightly touching the firm skin of his waist and abdomen.
Xiao Yuan's body stiffened. He precisely grabbed the wrist that was "committing the crime." Turning around, he lowered his eyes to meet Lu Zhian's eyes, which were even more hazy and watery due to drunkenness and sleepiness. His voice was low and unreadable: "What's wrong?"
Lu Zhian's hand was grabbed, and he frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, tilting his head back to accuse, "You just promised me!" His tone carried the righteous indignation and grievance unique to drunkards, "After you came home with me... you took off your clothes and showed them to me!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuan raised an eyebrow, looking at the self-contained drunkard in front of him. He didn't refute the man's misunderstanding about the location of "home," but simply looked at him with his unfathomable eyes and said three words: "Go back to your room."
These three words seemed to flip a switch, and Lu Zhian immediately forgot his displeasure at having his wrist grabbed. Instead, he gripped Xiao Yuan's hand tightly and excitedly tried to pull him towards the bedroom.
Xiao Yuan let him pull him along, but his gaze fell on Lu Zhian's feet on the cold floor. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and as Lu Zhian took his second step, he used his strength to easily lift him up again.
"Ah!" Lu Zhian exclaimed softly, instinctively tightening his arms around his neck.
Xiao Yuan carried him back to the bedroom in a few steps and gently placed him on the edge of the bed. Before Lu Zhian could ask to "see his muscles" again, Xiao Yuan reached out and deftly unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt, took it off, and casually tossed it onto the armchair beside him.
His sleek, powerful pectoral muscles and neatly arranged abdominal muscles were exposed under the warm light, their taut texture hinting at explosive power, creating a stark contrast to his consistently cool and aloof demeanor.
Lu Zhian's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had seen some extremely attractive work of art. He couldn't wait to reach out and touch it, but found it awkward to reach while sitting. He simply grabbed Xiao Yuan's strong forearm and forcefully pulled him towards him.
Following his momentum, Xiao Yuan leaned down, placing his hands on the bed on either side of Lu Zhian's body, trapping him in his shadow. The position was aggressive and oppressive, but he simply watched Lu Zhian quietly, letting him do as he pleased.
Lu Zhian finally reached out his hand, his fingertips filled with curiosity and admiration, and carefully touched the firm and full pectoral muscles.
Warm fingertips brushed against my skin, sending a slight shiver through me.
As if he had discovered a new continent, he gently pressed it, feeling the power hidden beneath.
Lu Zhian's fingertips gradually lost their satisfaction. Driven by alcohol and some hidden instinct, he boldly lowered his head and gently nibbled at Xiao Yuan's firm pectoral muscles with his teeth. The force was light, but the moist touch and slight stinging sensation surged through Xiao Yuan's nerves like an electric current.
To Xiao Yuan, who was the experimental subject of the snow leopard, all of this was nothing less than the most direct and primal courtship signal.
In his mind, the behavior of female leopards confirming their mates and arousing desire through biting and rubbing was being perfectly replicated unconsciously by Lu Zhian. At this moment, the string of reason suddenly tightened, on the verge of snapping.
Xiao Yuan's breath hitched, and his eyes instantly darkened like unyielding ink. Without further hesitation, he forcefully flipped the person who was still "playing with fire" in front of him over and laid him down on the edge of the bed.
Caught off guard, Lu Zhian was suddenly scooped up by Xiao Yuan in a dizzying motion. He walked a few steps to the center of the bed and, with a hint of punishment, tossed him into the soft bedding.
Xiao Yuan pulled the blanket over himself, trying to wrap the little drunkard who kept pushing his limits and force him to sleep. This was his last act of restraint.
However, Lu Zhian seemed to have been provoked and struggled to get out of bed. He supported himself with his arms, his back to Xiao Yuan. This movement caused the hem of his pajamas to ride up, revealing a stretch of fair and supple waistline, exuding a silent allure in the dim light.
This posture...unintentionally matches the inviting gesture in a snow leopard's courtship behavior.
All self-control crumbled at that moment.
Before Lu Zhian could fully stand up, he felt a powerful force pressing down on him from behind. Xiao Yuan's muscular body pressed tightly against his back, pinning him firmly in place and maintaining that fatal kneeling position with his waist and hips slightly raised.
Hot breath sprayed on Lu Zhian's sensitive ears and neck, bringing a violent shiver. Xiao Yuan's one hand wrapped around his waist like an iron hoop, pressing him deeper into himself, while his other hand braced himself on the bed beside his ear, forming a completely controlling and inescapable posture of confinement.
The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the cool fragrance of cedar. Xiao Yuan lowered his head, his nose almost touching the back of Lu Zhian's neck, his voice terribly hoarse, carrying an undeniable, definitive tone:
“Lu Zhian,” he called his name, each word seemingly ground out from between his teeth, “Do you know what you’re doing?”
The only response he received was Lu Zhian's unconscious, soft sobs, tinged with tears, and his slightly trembling body that did not truly resist.
This silent acquiescence became the last straw that broke the camel's back, pushing the night into an abyss from which there was no turning back.
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