Not For You to Bite (Completed)

Chapter 37:

For several days in a row, Chi Le went to the Sheng Residence on time every day. Sheng Zhuo acted like a cat, occasionally pulling Chi Le into his arms and taking a breath to relieve the irritability and restlessness in his body. After being 'catnipped' by him for five days, Chi Le even started to wonder if he had developed a catnip sensitivity because every time Sheng Zhuo finished 'catnipping' him, Chi Le also had that look of being very satisfied.

No matter what, Sheng Zhuo's susceptibility period gradually passed, and his mood became more and more stable. At least when Chi Le took him out for a walk, he would not want to beat anyone anytime and anywhere.

Chi Le heaved a long sigh of relief. He had to accompany Sheng Zhuo these days but also had to be vigilant against Sheng Zhuo not having 'unserious' thoughts about him. It was really tiring.

After lunch, Chi Le slumped on the sofa, with his body next to Sheng Zhuo. The sun shone in warmly, giving them warmth.

Sheng Zhuo pinched the center of his brows, his expression was not as irritable as it was a few days ago, but there was a trace of fatigue between his brows.

Chi Le looked at the black and blue under Sheng Zhuo's eyes, and suddenly softened his heart, and dragged him to the bed, "Let me take a nap with you."

During the susceptible period, Sheng Zhuo was not in an easy state, and Chi Le was also a bit tired. They both lay on the bed, side by side, with their pillows placed together and covered under the same quilt.

Sheng Zhuo looked sideways at Chi Le, and sniffed him like a puppy, from his hair to his neck, and along his collarbone.

His hair was stiff, sticking to Chi Le's chin and itching. Chi Le smiled and reached out to push his head, "What do you smell?"

Sheng Zhuo was reluctant to leave, "You smell so good."

Chi Le retorted without thinking, "Impossible, I never use perfume."

"Really." Sheng Zhuo's tone was firm, "It's not like the smell of perfume, it's your fragrance."

"How is it possible?" Chi Le raised his sleeve and smelled it, but he didn't smell anything. "What kind of scent do you smell?"

Sheng Zhuo leaned over and sniffed again, and then kissed him softly on the ear, "I can't tell, it's a bit fragrant and a bit sweet."

He couldn't get enough of that pleasant fragrance, and he couldn't stop kissing Chi Le either. But the scent was so faint, almost elusive, and it made him itch with an irresistible desire.

He reached out and pinched the back of Chi Le's neck gently, "Especially here, the fragrance is the strongest."

Following the kneading movements of Sheng Zhuo's fingertips, a strange numbness suddenly appeared in Chi Le's body, spreading from the back of his neck to his toes, he almost groaned, bit his lips hard to hold back the ambiguity that almost blurted out with a sound, he quickly pushed Sheng Zhuo's hand away.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Zhuo asked worriedly.

Chi Le shook his head lightly, raised his hand, and touched the back of his neck. The skin on the back of his neck was smooth and flat, and he felt nothing but a tingling pain.

Really weird.

Chi Le glanced down at Sheng Zhuo's hands and suspected that there was something wrong with Sheng Zhuo's hands, as there must have been static electricity just now.

He didn't take it seriously and quickly forgot the reaction just now, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Sheng Zhuo looked at him silently, with a hoarse voice, "Lele."