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

7.5

"I usually sleep in the second room from the left on the second floor." Yu Jin whispered softly next to Ding He's ear, the warm breath like a soft feather scratching the auricle, causing a slight tingling sensation.

After he finished speaking, he went upstairs without looking back: "I'm going to take a bath, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital is too bad."

Ding He raised his hand to touch the place where his breath had swept, shook his head and smiled.

When Ding He opened the door after taking a shower, Yu Jin had already wrapped himself in the quilt.

The curtains in the room were pulled tightly, leaving no gaps, like the heavy shackles outside the cage, locking the time and space inside the house out of the long river of time. The light in the room was very dim, but it was not so dark that you could not see your fingers, making everything in the line of sight ambiguous.

Yu Jin seems to have turned on the air conditioner, and the temperature in the room is a bit lower than outside.

Ding He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed: "Since you feel hot, you don't need to cover the quilt."

He lifted the quilt and reached in with one hand, stroking Yu Jin's slightly arched back through the clothes.

The rough clothes and fabrics rubbed against the surface of the smooth skin in a hurry, like a series of patterns printed by a seal.

Yu Jin's back trembled uncontrollably.

Ding He also got into the quilt, hugged him from behind, drew a large circle with the fingers of his left hand, pulled off the strap of the bathrobe, and explored upwards along the smooth abdomen to find a sensitive target, and gently kneaded: "Sleep. Are you ready ?"

Yu Jin bit his lower lip and let out a low whimper.

"It seems that you are really asleep, how should I wake you up?" His warm breath spit behind Yu Jin's ear, and the tip of his slippery tongue landed on the soft earlobe.

The target under his left hand could not bear the torture, and he seemed to be unable to bear it, and turned his attention to the next point.

His right hand was originally on Yu Jin's waist, but now it has also slid down to the smooth and tender skin in the most hidden place, swirls elegantly in circles, and presses down neither light nor heavy. After all, Bai Nen's skin is too fragile, with a tempting blush, as if the epidermis will be worn away in the next second.

Yu Jin's breathing was a little short, trying his best to maintain the normal tone of his voice: "I'm awake."

"It's good to wake up." Ding He smiled and withdrew his fingers and went to the bed to get something.

The body that suddenly moved away took away some of the temperature, but made the mood a little more restless.

Fortunately, Ding He came back soon, turned Yu Jin over to face him, put one hand on his waist, and skillfully stretched the other to the back.

The coolness stimulated Yu Jin to wake up a little, frowning slightly and looking at Ding He's eyes.

Ding He kissed his eyelids soothingly: "Forget it first, it will be fine soon."

But the pain still made him retreat back conditioned reflexively. Ding He's hand on his waist suddenly tightened, imprisoning him in his arms.

"Your body still needs time to adapt." Ding He kissed his lips to distract him.