Chapter 71 Part 2

Zhong Nian could clearly hear the man’s panting pause briefly before suddenly growing more rapid and heavy, the kiss becoming even more intense.

“Urgh… haah…”

Zhong Nian couldn’t endure it at all. An indescribable numbness spread from his spine to his whole body; his tailbone itched fiercely, creating an illusion of connection to the tongue root, as if it too was being licked.

He felt like he was being kissed until his tail would emerge, anxious enough to cry.

He couldn’t catch his breath either; in the oxygen deprivation, his mind blurred, and tears stimulated from his eyelashes wet his vision, everything hazy. In the dizziness, he met the man’s eyes filled with desire.

Finally, the man reluctantly withdrew his tongue from his mouth, bringing out quite a bit of unswallowable saliva, which he licked away from the corner with his scarlet tongue tip.

“Baby… Baby tastes so good… The water in your mouth is so sweet, Wife Baby.”

“It felt so good for Husband, Baby. Is there an aphrodisiac mixed in your saliva? I like it so much; it’s so addictive.”

“What about other places? Is the water even sweeter there?”

The man’s mouth was full of obscene ravings. Zhong Nian, kissed until his head was muddled, caught only fragments and wished he could cover his ears.

“Shut up… wu ying, my mouth hurts so much…”

Zhong Nian laboriously closed his aching jaw, his limp hands still persistently pressing against the man’s rock-hard chest muscles, applying pressure to push.

The sound of a zipper being pulled rang in the bedroom. Zhong Nian, still dodging kisses, suddenly reacted and grabbed the man’s hand pinching the zipper head of his jacket.

“No! Hands off—”

As soon as he spoke, his hoarse voice made it sound like coquetry no matter what.

“Wearing so much, aren’t you hot?”

Mo Heng asked, his other hand brushing over the fine sweat on Zhong Nian’s neck, eliciting another shiver.

Seeing his wife’s extreme sensitivity to touch, Mo Heng’s throat bobbed, but he didn’t force the zipper down further.

Because his little wife’s current appearance was exceptionally alluring.

The oversized jacket was half-unzipped, the pure cotton pajamas inside disheveled. The first button had somehow come undone down to his collarbone, exposing skin tinged with a thin flush—perhaps from heat, perhaps from shame.

That faint scratch mark bore a fairly fresh scab of blood, like a stroke of vermilion accidentally smeared on a Painting Scroll. It didn’t ruin the beauty but added a touch of allure, tempting one to suck it away.

Just this small detail was enough to make one’s blood surge. The youth glared at him with wet eyes, both shy and angry, his reddened lips parting and closing as he spat words that seemed petulant yet coquettish:

“I’m not hot; I’m cold. Quickly zip it up for me…”

Mo Heng pressed close to him and said, “If Baby hugs Husband tightly, you won’t be cold.”

“I don’t want…” Zhong Nian shuddered again. The man on him fully unzipped his jacket, both hands slipping through between the jacket and the pajama hem bunched at his waist, encircling his body. His palms reached behind, covering his back.

He slowly traced the shape of his butterfly bones.

“Don’t touch randomly… mm, so itchy…”

Zhong Nian twisted his waist to evade the hands wandering over his back, but any movement easily bumped into the man, like a response.

The man started kissing him again.

No longer fixated on his mouth, he plundered new territory, leaving red marks one after another.

He even licked the scratch on his collarbone.

That bit of pain was nothing now; what Zhong Nian feared more was the man’s increasingly fervent desire.

Zhong Nian sensed grave danger, his heart pounding in panic.

“N-No, we can’t…”

Mo Heng lifted his head, lips glistening: “Don’t like it? But Little Nian’s voice sounds so good, and you just actively pressed against Husband.”

“I didn’t.” Zhong Nian had no idea what his reactions had been; his mind was a mush of paste, his face flushed red as he refuted. Seeing Mo Heng about to lower his head again, he hurriedly said, “N-Next time, okay? Next time. Not today… urgh mm, not today.”

Mo Heng kissed him, saliva wetting his pajamas. The soaked patch clung tightly to his front, unable to hide the beautiful shape.

While his mouth was busy, Mo Heng still had time to respond with a hum and ask, “Why?”

Zhong Nian panted, words coming out haltingly: “Because… because my stomach doesn’t feel well.”

“Stomach doesn’t feel well?” Mo Heng paused his licking and kissing, his hot large palm moving to Zhong Nian’s belly. “Where exactly? Husband will rub it for Baby.”

Zhong Nian let out a low whine and shook his head: “No need; I’ll be fine after sleeping.”

But Mo Heng didn’t let him off, pressing: “Here? Here? Or here?”

Zhong Nian mumbled and whined evasively.

“All hurt?” Mo Heng sighed. Just as Zhong Nian thought he believed it, he continued, “Husband guesses Baby’s stomach is hungry. Eat something hot later, and it’ll be fine.”

Zhong Nian blinked, seizing the opportunity: “Mm, maybe. Will you order delivery?”

“It’s already midnight; better not disturb others.”

Mo Heng chuckled at his little wife’s clumsy excuse and innocent reaction, his eyes tinged with amusement. He lowered his head and gently bit the jade-like earlobe.

“Husband will personally feed Baby, stuff your belly until it’s full and bulging—that’ll make it comfortable.”