My Arch-Nemesis Cried and Begged Me Not to Die 77p2

Chapter 77 Part 2: The one and only? The one and only.

Yan Jingyu immediately looked at him with expectant eyes, but he saw that his face had not changed. He smiled slightly and reached out to hold him. “Can we sleep now?”

“…Did you pour it away?”

“Right under your nose, what tricks can I play?” Liao Chen’s voice was gentle. He directly picked him up and slowly walked towards the bed. “A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. Let’s not waste it.”

Before Yan Jingyu could be pressed down, he suddenly flipped over and pressed him down instead. His long hair scattered on the side of Liao Chen’s face. Yan Jingyu looked down at him from above, the corners of his lips lifting. “I like this position.”

Liao Chen just smiled, reached out and stroked his cheek. Yan Jingyu moved closer. The moment he was about to kiss his lips, the other suddenly turned his head slightly and voluntarily exposed his neck.

Yan Jingyu: “…”

His eyelashes flickered. Liao Chen had already turned his head slightly to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“…” I always feel that we should warm up before we start. How can you just offer your neck as soon as we start? It made my brain freeze directly, and I don’t know how to start.

Liao Chen was still gentle. “Shall I come?”

“…” Yan Jingyu felt that he might already be drunk, because the Liao Chen of the past was not so gentle at all.

He was not yet ready. Liao Chen had already curved his lips into a smile, pulled him over, and directly held his ear in his mouth.

Yan Jingyu’s whole body’s hair suddenly stood on end. But Liao Chen did not flip him over, but just patiently sucked and kissed and licked. Yan Jingyu shrank his neck, feeling more and more that something was not right. After half an incense stick’s time, his brain was in a chaos, and Liao Chen had already gently exchanged their positions.

Yan Jingyu was in a daze. He finally felt the other’s lips come to his lips, but before they could kiss his lips, they returned to their original path.

Why didn’t he kiss me today…

In a flash of lightning, he suddenly realized something. He suddenly struck his stomach with his palm.

Liao Chen immediately coughed. A ball of wine that had been isolated by his spiritual energy in his stomach immediately exploded. He stared blankly at Yan Jingyu.

Yan Jingyu had an innocent look on his face. “Are you okay… just now, I just had a reflex…”

Liao Chen looked at him, his lips moving slightly. Yan Jingyu reached out his hand, and the wine pot on the table immediately floated towards his palm. Liao Chen reflexively wanted to get off the bed, but Yan Jingyu directly grabbed the back of his collar and fiercely pulled him over.

Liao Chen’s expression immediately became fierce. “You dare to pour it on me…”

Yan Jingyu smiled slightly. “No wonder you didn’t dare to kiss me. You were afraid I would find out there was no smell of wine in your mouth, right?”

Liao Chen’s cheeks were already flushing rapidly. Yan Jingyu directly tilted his head back and took a gulp. Liao Chen raised his hand and pushed his shoulder, his face ugly. “I have never drunk wine.”

“No matter.” Yan Jingyu transmitted his voice and directly blocked his mouth. “This Lord will feed you.”

This kiss was very deep. Liao Chen had originally been holding his shoulders and lifting him up, but he gradually lost the strength to resist in this wine-filled kiss. His cheeks soon turned red, and his eyes also filled with a hint of water vapor. Because it was his first time after all, Yan Jingyu didn’t dare to feed him too much. He quietly observed his reaction and couldn’t help but speak. “Xiao Mei?”

Liao Chen’s eyelashes twitched slightly, and he turned his eyeballs to look at him with a slow reaction.

Then he looked up again, looking at him with a somewhat dazed and soft gaze, his lips slightly parted, and his sticky lips made a soft “pop” sound.

Yan Jingyu restrained the rising corners of his lips, reached out and stroked his cheek. “Liao Chen?”

Liao Chen held his shoulder again and pulled him towards himself with desire. Yan Jingyu took the opportunity to kiss his lips again. “Who am I?”

“…Love.”

His voice was very soft. Yan Jingyu’s heart softened. He kissed him again. The latter’s will struggled imperceptibly, and soon he narrowed his eyes under his light, dragonfly-like kiss. Between his slightly gathered eyelashes, his eyes were filled with undisguised comfort. The feather scales on the side of his neck were opening and closing again, but his expression was not restrained. His Adam’s apple rolled. But Yan Jingyu had already left again. “What are you thinking now?”

Liao Chen looked at him, his eyes curving, his voice hoarse and well-behaved. “Mating.”

Yan Jingyu: “…And?”

“Mating.”

“…Tonight is our wedding night. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Liao Chen’s eyes were dazed. He was quiet for a long time, then looked at him again. “Mating.”

Yan Jingyu resisted the urge to slap him, moved his wrist, and stroked his cheek again, stroking his feather scales along his neck. Liao Chen’s breathing became ragged, and his throat even let out a hoarse sound.

Yan Jingyu subconsciously withdrew his hand. Liao Chen’s breathing was ragged. The familiar double pupils had already appeared in his eyes, not faintly visible but very clearly one red and one black, accompanied by wisps of golden mark. He looked at Yan Jingyu with a somewhat obsessed and greedy gaze, and wings also slowly struggled to stretch out from his shoulders.

Yan Jingyu quickly pressed down on the wings on both his shoulders. “I only fed you one mouthful… plus the mouthful you drank, two mouthfuls. Don’t transform. If you dare to transform, you’re dead.”

Liao Chen stared at him blankly, the corners of his red eyes gradually becoming wet. The crimson wings stopped struggling. He looked at Yan Jingyu quietly and with disappointment. The latter was slightly startled. “You, what are you doing…”

Liao Chen was silent. The water vapor in his eyes grew more and more. Not until Yan Jingyu spoke. “I’m not looking down on you!”

“Yan Jingyu.”

“Hmm?”

“Burning.”

Yan Jingyu subconsciously let go. “Burning? Where is it burning…”

The crimson wings suddenly shot out, and the sharp wings instantly tore through the bed curtains. Yan Jingyu looked at the rapidly spreading feather scales on the side of his neck, the corners of his mouth twitching. Liao Chen was still looking at him, his breathing light. “Body, burning.”

“Do you still remember what day it is today?”

Liao Chen was quiet. After a while, he said, “Mating.”

“Besides this?!”

“Yan Qi.”

“Hmm?”

“Bad.”

“…” Looking at his accusing eyes, which were flushed from the wine, Yan Jingyu finally coughed, pressed his forehead against his, and said softly, “I won’t be bad anymore. I’ll give you a kiss.”

Liao Chen found it hard to resist his closeness. As expected, he took the initiative to lift his chin and open his lips again. But just as they were about to touch, Yan Jingyu suddenly dodged. “Did you like me long ago?”

“No.”

“Then when did you like me?”

“I don’t like you.”

“…” Yan Jingyu had no choice but to kiss him. “When did you like me?”

He finally was willing to reluctantly use his brain. After a long while, he said, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“A bright pearl… Yan Qi, the brightest pearl in Hutian City.”

Yan Jingyu looked at his eyes and heard him say slowly, “Break a leg.”

“…” Yan Jingyu bit his lip. He didn’t know if he felt his displeasure, or if he sensed the hidden intimacy in this action. He let out a low laugh again, still hoarse. “Liar.”

Yan Jingyu pinched his cheek. He narrowed his eyes again and comfortably rubbed his finger.

He unconsciously offered his neck to his hand.

Yan Jingyu had no choice but to scratch his neck. The feather scales quickly covered it. Yan Jingyu put his hand in and slowly stroked the base of the feathers, feeling the dense touch there, a bit like his fingers going deep into rows of small tree roots, hard feather stalks, and the soft and dense downy feel closest to the skin. As he hooked his finger, he asked, “Is this very comfortable?”

“Mmm…” he sighed, his breathing a little chaotic again, his double pupils demonic and charming, looking faintly seductive.

Yan Jingyu’s fingers slowly stroked from the base of the feathers to the tips. The higher he went, the harder the feathers became, gradually becoming a little scratchy. This made his breathing slowly calm down again, but the tips of the feathers trembled comfortably.

The wings on his shoulders also trembled slightly, twitching slightly as they closed inwards.

“One last question.” Yan Jingyu looked at him again. “Are you still on guard against me now?”

Liao Chen’s wings would tremble from time to time, and they would close more and more, until Yan Jingyu stopped stroking his fur.

He looked over in a daze and heard Yan Jingyu speak. “Are you still on guard against me now?”

“I am.”

“…” Looking at his guileless expression, Yan Jingyu had no choice. “On guard against me for what?”

“The one and only.”

He was really so lazy when he was drunk. Yan Jingyu had no choice but to ask again, “On guard against me having someone else?”

Liao Chen’s gaze suddenly became incomparably serious. Yan Jingyu was admiring it, but he saw him suddenly flip over again, and caught off guard, he exchanged positions with him. He heard him say, “You have someone else.”

It was a question, and also a statement.

Before Yan Jingyu could react, he heard him continue, “I want to see the tributaries of fate.”

“…How did we get to this?”

“I want to see the tributaries of fate.”

“Why don’t you rest for a while first…”

“The tributaries of fate.” His expression gradually became gloomy, mixed with a hint of frenzy. But his eyes were filled with water vapor, looking wronged and resentful. “Show me the tributaries of fate…”

Seeing that his wings were about to cut his own neck, Yan Jingyu had no choice but to give up resisting. “Alright, alright, I’ll show you.”

He reached out and pulled the other towards him, and helplessly pressed his forehead against his.

The speed of time in the tributaries of fate was different from the outside world. Liao Chen’s body was still drunk, but his eyes gradually widened slightly. After a long while, Yan Jingyu slowly let him go and said softly, “Satisfied?”

Liao Chen looked at him. After his emotions had calmed down, he seemed to have become dull again.

“Mm.”

“Sleep?” Yan Jingyu didn’t really want to have his wedding night with a demonic beast, but Liao Chen directly kissed him and said softly, “Mating.”

“You’ve already drunk yourself into this state, and you still want to mate…”

Liao Chen bit his neck and gently rubbed against him, his voice low and hoarse with a hint of a sob. “Burning.”

“I didn’t see you burning when you were looking at the tributaries of fate.”

It would have been better if he hadn’t said it. The more he said it, the more he rubbed against him. Yan Jingyu, while pressing down on the hem of his wedding dress, which was getting higher and higher, paid attention to his question.

He was very close. He could feel his cheeks burning, his breathing also burning, his voice hoarse. “Burning.”

A warm drop fell on his ear. Yan Jingyu’s cheeks also burned. He finally released his tightly held hand.

But he had not noticed the other’s gradually clearing eyes.

“Yan Qi…”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course.”

“Say it again.”

“…”

“Say it once, say it once, say it once…”

“Love, love, love…” Yan Jingyu was helpless, his voice low. “I love you.”

“The one and only?”

“The one and only.”

Liao Chen’s expression became satisfied again. He forcefully bit his neck.

He had barely managed to win back a round.

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