Kiss him...
Qin Ge was struck dumb.
Even though Qin Ge's consciousness was only half clear and the other half hazy, that half of clarity was enough for him to feel the strangeness on his lips. As their lips rubbed together, it was as if tiny sparks flew by, stirring a tremor from his very soul.
Then, his entire being, from mind to body, was struck by lightning, charred and cracked inside.
Huo Beiyuan recalled the scene he had witnessed during the day. Even though he knew that Jiang Yanqing might have just acted impulsively and made a careless remark, and even though he was clear that the boy had made it clear and unequivocal that he did not like Jiang Yanqing's type, he still felt a deep displeasure, as if his treasure was being coveted, upon hearing Jiang Yanqing's words.
Like a dragon guarding its treasure, upon learning that humans have discovered the beautiful and precious treasure in its cave, it cannot help but feel a strong aggression and silently tightens its grip on its treasure.
Because his deep-seated obsession and possessiveness were aroused, Huo Beiyuan's actions inevitably became somewhat out of control.
He was like a thief stealing a kiss, taking advantage of the darkness to act recklessly.
"...Damn it, Huo Beiyuan, are you a dog?" The boy, who had opened his eyes at some point, breathed heavily.
Despite her foul mouth, a faint blush rose to the corners of her eyes due to lack of oxygen, and her voice, which was originally tinged with annoyance, was unusually soft. It lacked the arrogance of someone in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, and instead had a hint of intoxicating and charming reproach flowing through it.
"Why aren't you sleeping at night? Are you sick or something?!"
Caught in the act of sneaking into someone's room late at night and having his lip bitten, Qin Ge, slightly annoyed, thought the older man should at least be flustered and give her a reasonable explanation.
To everyone's surprise, the man showed no sign of panic or guilt whatsoever. Mo Zhuo's pupils were even deeper and more profound than the night sky, and he seemed to blend into the darkness.
His long, slender fingers, which were still gripping Qin Ge's chin, remained firmly in place. His heavy breath was hot, but his voice was low and chillingly cold. "Uncle is sick... Only you can cure him."
These words, considering the current atmosphere, which is comparable to that of a horror movie, and the tone of the man's voice, certainly don't sound like sweet nothings.
However, Qin Ge felt as if her heart had been unexpectedly struck by something. The grumpiness of being disturbed from her sleep and the slight stinging sensation on her lips seemed to vanish without a trace.
She wasn't some naive girl who would panic and fumble in this situation; she was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
Upon hearing this, Qin Ge pushed Huo Beiyuan's hand away and sat up halfway.
He leaned lazily against the headboard, not in a hurry to turn on the light. In the darkness, he squinted his beautiful eyes, his probing gaze landing on the man's face through the night.
After a few seconds, or perhaps longer, the boy casually bent one leg, his bright red lips slowly curving into an ambiguous arc, and with a drawn-out, half-smile, he asked:
"Uncle Huo, you wouldn't happen to... like me, would you?"
Huo Beiyuan had already sat up straight, a black silk robe hanging loosely on his body, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and chest, a charm and sexiness that was rarely seen by others, as if it could bewitch all beings.
Her slender, pale fingers tapped the armrest.
He said calmly:
"Come on, continue."
Qin Ge twitched her lips.
Tsk.
They still won't admit it.
The boy raised an eyebrow slightly, then leaned closer to the man, lowered his voice, and whispered in his ear, a hint of mockery in his tone:
"Confess...how many times have you stolen a kiss from me like tonight?"
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