Chapter 70 Part 2

Halfway through his words, his wrist was twisted and gripped by the man. Under a pulling force, he sat back down again.

But this time, it felt clearly different. He hadn’t sat on the bed, but on the man’s thigh.

Before he could react, darkness fell before his eyes.

The man’s handsome face drew very close. He lowered his head, blocking the ceiling light. In the backlighting, his eyes were dark and deep, as if they could suck in the dazed youth before him.

“No rush. Let’s do the proper thing first.”

As the man closed in, it instantly awakened Zhong Nian’s sense of crisis.

He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He wanted to stand up, but the man’s arms locked him in place. He could only tilt his face back a bit, trying his best to widen the suffocating distance.

He pressed his hands against the man’s chest to fend him off, but felt the other’s body temperature scorching hot, almost burning to the touch. He desperately wanted to pull back.

He didn’t even dare ask what the “proper thing” was. Zhong Nian’s gaze flickered evasively as he said: “I want to see the Access Pass first.”

“Mm, I’ll give it to Little Nian to see later.” Mo Heng acted as if he hadn’t heard, hugging him tighter. His nose tip gently rubbed against the jade-like cheek, lightly sniffing the scent on Zhong Nian.

“Why does Little Nian’s scent smell different today?”

“There’s no difference.” Zhong Nian tried to pry off the hands around his waist. “We use the same set of bath products, don’t we?”

The two quietly tugged at each other without yielding, but the strength disparity was huge. Zhong Nian grew a bit breathless, his little face flushing red. At most, he managed to pry loose two of Mo Heng’s fingers, only to have Mo Heng grab his hand instead, unable to pull free.

“It’s the same set, but Little Nian has a special fragrance on him.” The man was utterly infatuated with his little wife’s scent. His high nose bridge pressed against the soft cheek, rubbing back and forth, squeezing that soft flesh until the snowy white skin turned red.

Zhong Nian turned his head to dodge, but the man followed, burying into his neck. The rubbing area grew larger, his lips brushing ambiguously.

“It smells so sweet. I wonder if it tastes even sweeter.”

The skin contact and breaths spraying over made his sensitive skin itch. Zhong Nian stiffened all over, shrinking his neck. While desperately dodging Mo Heng’s affections, he still exerted force with his hands, trying to break free from Mo Heng’s hold.

Unable to overpower him no matter what, frustration turned to annoyance.

The flush on his face grew more obvious, his chest heaving up and down, his brows knitting in anger. In a fit, he headbutted forward with a solid thunk.

“You’re hurting my hand gripping it like that.”

Mo Heng took the hit but laughed instead, his chest rumbling with vibrations as he rubbed back several times.

“You’re still laughing? You’re doing it on purpose to hurt me, aren’t you?” Zhong Nian seized the opportunity to make a fuss, righteously throwing a tantrum. “Don’t hold me anymore. Let me down. Your thigh is too hard; it’s uncomfortable to sit on.”

“Alright.” Mo Heng released his hand but pinched his waist, dragging him flat onto the bed. “Lying down will be comfortable.”

The change in position only heightened the danger.

The man loomed over him, his presence oppressive, continuously sniffing at his body.

Remembering what Mo Heng had just said, Zhong Nian truly feared he would bite down. He struggled nonstop.

Mo Heng seemed to take his struggles as mere flirtation, not stopping his intimate actions—and they gradually grew excessive.

It had started as rubbing; now it was kissing.

Tiny kissing sounds echoed between Zhong Nian’s neck and ears—very light, leaving little sensation. But Zhong Nian felt his whole body burn up, the kissed spots crawling with ants.

“Wait a minute…”

Zhong Nian pressed a hand to Mo Heng’s face, trying to push him away, only for his palm to be licked.

The fleeting wet itch made goosebumps erupt all over Zhong Nian.

Zhong Nian cried out lowly: “How can you lick my hand!”

“Baby.” Mo Heng’s voice lowered, sounding inexplicably aggrieved. “You’ve been rejecting me all evening. You don’t like being close to me? We’re husband and wife, after all.”

“I… no, I’m just a bit sleepy.” Zhong Nian couldn’t answer and chose evasion. He propped himself on the bed to scoot back, but before escaping the man’s encirclement, he was dragged back by the waist.

“It’s still early. We’ll sleep later. Let’s do the proper husband-and-wife business first.”

“No…”

Before Zhong Nian could finish, Mo Heng pinched his chin and pressed down, sealing his wife’s words in his mouth.

The instant their lips touched, Zhong Nian shuddered from shock and fear. His fingers dug hard into Mo Heng’s shoulders, letting out a muffled sound.

The familiar sensation awakened the memories imprinted in this body. With experience enduring deep kisses, his body’s reaction outpaced his brain. He immediately clenched his teeth, blocking the intruder’s entry.

But his husband was relentlessly persistent. After a few gentle pecks, his breaths and desire surged together. His actions grew heavier, sucking and nibbling on his lips.

Zhong Nian didn’t dare cry out, fearing it would give the other an opening. He only let out tiny whimpers.

His two hands pushed against the man’s shoulders to no avail.

“Little Nian, Baby…”

The man pressed against his lips, coaxing hoarsely, “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Let your husband kiss you, okay?”

Zhong Nian huffed unhappily through his nose, making his stance clear.

“Please.”

At this moment, the man bore no trace of his daytime refined poise. Panting like a feral beast in rut, he crouched over his partner, begging for compromise. His eyes brimmed with obsession, unable to hide his lust.

“Your husband wants to taste Baby’s tongue, Baby’s saliva—see if it’s sweet.”

Zhong Nian still guarded his teeth tightly, quietly stretching a hand toward the pillow.

Unfortunately, it was too far; he couldn’t reach it.