What went wrong? Was it the tattoo, the seductive singing voice, or perhaps, was something drugged in the food?
Yi Mu stared blankly at the ceiling, the images of last night flashing through his mind from time to time.
He and Zong Ao... he never knew he had that side to him.
Being penetrated by a man, the pleasure was so intense it made my very soul tremble.
Raising his hand, Yi Mu looked at the ring on his hand and gently stroked it.
The phrase "fate plays tricks on people" perfectly encapsulates what I've experienced these past few days.
In modern times, although every romantic relationship ends badly, the only constant setback in my life is that of my childhood.
My life after growing up was smooth sailing, except for the fact that I was cheated on all the time.
After transmigrating, dangers followed one after another, and each time they could not live out their lives, their young lives ending prematurely.
Because he didn't care about the people he admired in his first two lives, even if he died, Yi Mu would have no regrets.
But there is a Guan Shengye in this world, and Yi Mu must at least accompany him through the rest of his life.
Zong Ao actually woke up earlier than Yi Mu, but he selfishly wanted to see Yi Mu more.
When Yi Mu woke up, the silence made him uneasy.
Zong Ao squinted as he watched him raise his hand, his gaze fixed on the ring.
Zong Ao never imagined that one day he would become the other woman.
Even now, sleeping next to Yimu, he felt ashamed.
"It's not your fault." Yi Mu's slightly hoarse voice came from beside me.
Zong Ao opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked surprised. How did he know he was awake?
Yi Mu's gaze fell on Zong Ao's left shoulder, where the snake-like tattoo, though not quite a dragon, was half-closed, still looking menacing.
Imu wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
Last night, when the two of them reached their peak, that thing moved and bit into his chest.
Bizarre tribes and customs, inexplicable elders, and fruits that taste good but whose harmful effects are unknown.
Yi Mu closed his eyes briefly, his voice a little hoarse, sounding more intense than usual: "Can we really be rescued?"
Zong Ao dared not look at the bruises all over his body. The two of them had gone crazy last night, and Yi Mu had bitten him so badly that his body was covered in teeth marks.
Zong Ao sat up and assured Yi Mu in a vow-like tone, "Even if the army doesn't come in the end, I will make sure you escape. I will risk my life."
The two had no recollection of when it stopped last night.
Before Zong Ao could even wash Yi Mu, he got out of bed and went to get some water.
He opened the door to the house and was stunned by the grand scene outside.
A group of people who had been following the elder carried water buckets, and held up clothes with intricate patterns, exquisite flower crowns, and even shoes.
The man in the lead bowed slightly to Zong Ao, peering inside.
“The tribe hasn’t had any new members for many years. The elders have calculated an auspicious time to hold a ceremony for the two of you at noon. Let us prepare for you.”
Zong Ao blocked his view and said, "Put your things down, we'll be ready soon."
The man didn't make things difficult for Zong Ao. He had everyone put their things down, and a group of people waited outside the door.
Zong Ao lifted Yi Mu into the wooden tub, knowing he couldn't muster any strength, and scooped up hot water to wash away the dirt from his body.
Yi Mu closed his eyes, feeling so comfortable from the hot water that he fell asleep halfway through.
Zong Ao walked from behind him to the front, staring at his face with almost greedy eyes.
The spring breeze of that night was already stolen; he shouldn't ask for anything more.
But children who love desserts, once they get a piece of candy, will think of cake, and even more so, donuts, and will never be satisfied and will always want more.
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