[MTL, BL] The Days of Being Madly Pursued by the Boss of the Horror World

2.12

The sudden icy touch made Yu Jin stop. He stood there like a frozen snowman. More snowflakes fell on his shoulders and accumulated a thick layer, almost burying him.

A hand gently brushed off the snow on his shoulders, and held the hand he was holding the dagger, as if afraid of the damage the dagger would cause to him, patiently but not refusing to open his fingers. The dagger fell to the ground, and the hand used a little force to bring him into his arms, and the other hand was loosely looped around his waist.

The temperature of his hand is very low, even colder than the silver sword. In this snowy situation, not only did he not feel any warmth, but even his thinking was frozen.

He felt the man turn his head slightly and said in his ear, "I'm sorry, I'm late." The

voice was calm and gentle, with a faint feeling of temptation. Although the breath that came out to his ears was cold, it had a tendency to ignite the temperature of his whole body.

Yu Jin tilted his head stiffly and hesitantly, avoiding his breath: "...Douglas?"

"It's me." Seemingly aware of his resistance, the hand that Douglas had held his hand was gentle and firm. He pressed down on the back of his head and made him lean on his shoulder, "Are you blaming me for being too late?"

Yu Jin's field of vision was still dark, which made him fall into an inexorable unease. He put his hands on each other's shoulders, trying to get out of this intimacy.

The hesitation and struggle on his face fell into the eyes of the other party, causing the other party to be slightly dissatisfied. But this dissatisfaction was fleeting, and the other party's movements and tone were still soft and ambiguous.

"Don't be afraid, they can't do anything to you with me here."

Yu Jin felt that the other person's lips moved from the side of his ear to the side of his neck.

"Douglas," Yu Jin's mouth curled into a shallow arc, "Do you like my name to be called?"

Douglas's voice was like a mellow wine, making people addicted: "As long as it comes out of your mouth, what kind of I like the words."

Yu Jin stroked his feet lightly on the ground, as if he was using small movements to hide his unease: "Then do you remember that you said that as long as I call your name, you will appear by my side?"

"Of course." The other party stopped The hand on his waist tightened slightly, and his lips kissed the side of his neck lightly.

Yu Jin was really unbearable, and a burst of flames suddenly ignited around him, forcing the opponent back a few steps.

He squatted down halfway, fumbling with his fingers on the ground, looking for the silver short sword.

"Why did you reject me?" Douglas asked calmly, "Is there something I'm not doing well?"

Yu Jin said, "It's not good anywhere."

A trace of resentment flashed in Douglas' eyes, and the corners of his lips gradually curved Long, but his tone became colder: "I can never understand human preferences."

Yu Jin ignored him. This made him even more angry, kicked off the short sword on the ground, and stepped on his fumbling hand: "Are you looking for this?" The back of

Yu Jin's hand ignited again.

This Douglas is fake, and he doesn't need to worry about being restrained at all.