Chapter 46
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Ye kissed him again.
This time, it wasn’t forceful. This time, it was a proper kiss, a gentle touch, a gentle deepening.
This time, it wasn’t entirely innocent either. The hand caressing Jiang Chaochao’s chin moved upwards, gently pinching his earlobe.
He pinched it twice, then drew circles on the skin beneath Jiang Chaochao’s ear.
Drawing circles with his thumb, circle after circle, downwards, while kissing the corner of Jiang Chaochao’s mouth, then his cheek.
Then, his kisses followed the path of his thumb.
Jiang Chaochao’s skin started to burn. With his mouth free, he realized he couldn’t breathe through his nose and had to gasp for air through his mouth.
The circles continued downwards. Jiang Chaochao’s attention was split into two parts, one following Xiang Ye’s hand, the other on his own neck.
A very unfamiliar sensation, both parts, very unfamiliar.
The first part continued its caress, and as Jiang Chaochao’s attention remained fixed, he felt it slip inside his clothes.
Jiang Chaochao’s breath hitched.
A tingling sensation crawled down his spine.
Reaching the edge, Jiang Chaochao suddenly felt a force, and Xiang Ye lifted him up.
Jiang Chaochao followed the force and sat on top of the sofa’s back, his back against the wall.
Xiang Ye didn’t give Jiang Chaochao any time to think, and Jiang Chaochao’s second focal point also came into play.
Jiang Chaochao, at this moment, was not okay.
Specifically where he was not okay, it was hard to say, and not appropriate to say.
Xiang Ye still had one leg on the floor and one knee on the sofa, but he wasn’t leaning on the sofa anymore. He held Jiang Chaochao’s wrist, pressing him against the wall.
Xiang Ye’s lips were warm, also thrilling.
The TV cast colorful lights on them, sometimes blue, sometimes red. The guests were talking, the host was responding, it seemed like an interesting segment, the audience bursting into laughter from time to time.
But Jiang Chaochao wasn’t paying attention anymore. The Chinese words he heard were like an alien language, completely incomprehensible.
Gradually, the first half of the variety show quietly ended. After a burst of laughter, the TV, due to inactivity, jumped to the main menu.
The screen froze, and various TV show posters cast colorful shadows on them.
And because of this, in the suddenly quiet living room, breathing sounds became audible.
Xiang Ye also stopped.
He looked up at Jiang Chaochao, his head about half a torso lower.
His hair was a bit drier now, but still seemed slightly damp.
Jiang Chaochao saw a familiar look in Xiang Ye’s eyes, even more intense than that night.
Much more intense.
Jiang Chaochao had never seen Xiang Ye like this. Although his eyes were gentle, they couldn’t hide the beast-like desire within.
Jiang Chaochao had lost the ability to think.
So when Xiang Ye suddenly lowered his head, all Jiang Chaochao could do was instinctively cry out.
“Ah!”
A low chuckle came from Xiang Ye.
The pajama pants Jiang Chaochao was wearing were very soft. Comfort was the advantage, but there was another unspeakable disadvantage.
Even though he was fully clothed, Jiang Chaochao felt incredibly exposed.
The TV light gave Jiang Chaochao a clear view, and what he saw was Xiang Ye looking down, seemingly admiring something.
Jiang Chaochao’s heartbeat was beyond description, not to mention the many, many unfamiliar sensations coursing through his body.
“Ah!”
Jiang Chaochao couldn’t help but cry out again.
He saw Xiang Ye touch him with the tip of his nose.
Jiang Chaochao’s heart tightened, his whole body going limp.
He didn’t know what Xiang Ye was going to do.
But he shouldn’t not know what Xiang Ye was going to do.
Just then, Xiang Ye looked up.
“Jiang Chaochao.”
Xiang Ye’s voice was low, he called his name.
Jiang Chaochao seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He could only exhale a soft “mm-hmm.”
Xiang Ye moved closer to Jiang Chaochao and leaned his head against his shoulder.
He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.
Then Xiang Ye cupped Jiang Chaochao’s face and started kissing him.
A different kind of kiss, gentler, calmer.
Jiang Chaochao felt a bit disappointed.
Just as he thought this chapter was coming to an end, Xiang Ye hugged him again.
Someone’s hands seemed to be telling a story of restraint and lack of restraint.
So this time it was even more daring. It wasn’t just a simple touch of noses, Xiang Ye leaned even closer, his whole palm covering him.
Jiang Chaochao gasped, then his breath was stolen by Xiang Ye’s kiss.
The break just now probably lasted less than a minute, and Jiang Chaochao felt even hotter now than before.
Burning hot.
Xiang Ye deepened the kiss, but in the middle of his advance, he abruptly stopped.
Xiang Ye pulled back slightly, a thin, shimmering strand of saliva connecting their slightly parted lips before breaking.
It was also at this moment that Jiang Chaochao suddenly opened his mouth and frowned slightly.
Somewhere he wasn’t looking, he felt the warmth of a palm and the coolness of the air.
Jiang Chaochao’s mind was muddled. Before he could process anything, Xiang Ye lowered his head.
In the next second, Jiang Chaochao gasped audibly and leaned against the wall.
One hand gripped the back of the sofa tightly, the other tangled in Xiang Ye’s hair.
He…
Help…
He was going to…
Die…
The following moments seemed fragmented. Jiang Chaochao had no concept of time, vaguely feeling it was very long, also vaguely feeling it was very short.
During a seemingly brief respite, Xiang Ye slightly lifted his head.
Jiang Chaochao had a moment to catch his breath, but unexpectedly, Xiang Ye said, “So beautiful.”
Then lowered his head again.
Jiang Chaochao’s mind became muddled again.
This praise clearly stimulated his nerves, his already overloaded brain completely turning to mush.
There were many strange sounds in the air.
Jiang Chaochao was strange.
It felt strange, an unfamiliar strangeness, an overwhelming strangeness.
After an unknown amount of time, a sudden wave of familiarity washed over him, and he was jolted awake.
He quickly pushed Xiang Ye away.
Half a minute later, Jiang Chaochao slid down from the back of the sofa, rolled onto the cushions, and collapsed into Xiang Ye’s arms.
He couldn’t control it anymore, he wouldn’t control it anymore.
Hold me.
