Even until Death, the Scum Gong thought I was a White Lotus

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Ch66 - Chains

Editor: Amanagawa

Rong Jing didn’t know what medicine Wen Mingquan had used on Xie Mu, but it was believable that it had some added aphrodisiac effects. 

The white cheeks of the teenager who had been laid down on the bed were slightly red, and he was writhing his body uneasily, a pair of beautiful eyes were slightly open at the moment, although it seemed he could see clearly in front of him, and the bottom of his eyes held a confused misty layer.

He struggled because when Rong Jing pressed him down. 

Xie Mu’s wrists were very thin, probably because of the small skeleton he was born with, and the man easily held his hands above his head with only one hand, forcing the teenager to arch  his chest up, and his legs were restless and struggling.

It’s a beautiful picture.

Delicious and beautiful.

Rong Jing’s eyes were full of aggressive desire, and he lowered his head to cover Xie Mu’s lips with his own. 

Sure enough, it was as soft as expected, and without much hesitation, he probed in.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mu’s reaction was very jerky, not at all like he was used to having a boyfriend, Rong Jing had not yet exerted his full strength, and the person under him seemed to be unable to even breathe. 

“Xie Mu.”

Rong Jing called the name of the person under him, and the teenager, who had been aroused by all his probing, opened his eyes full of mist in confusion. 

Very good and responsive.

The man gently pecked at the boy’s bright red lips kissed by himself with satisfaction, like a beast occupying its territory, and asked with his lips against Xie Mu’s, “Are you comfortable?” 

The teenager gasped, his brain occupied by the medicinal drugs was blank, there was no reason or logic, and just subconsciously replied to the man who controlled all of him, “Alright…”

After the subconscious answer, Xie Mu’s two delicate arms were finally liberated, but he still maintained the original action with his  slender white arms spread above. His body was manipulated and flushed beyond his own control. He curled his fingers slightly in confusion, and thought strangely, ‘Where did the hand that held him down go?’ 

The teenager’s confusion was quickly answered.

Rong Jing’s hands seemed to have become a scorching charcoal fire, and wherever they went, the teenager’s body burned. He had never tried such a thing, even if his heart beat faster because of the medicinal drugs, he also began to instinctively feel helpless. 

“Don’t… Let go…… Please…”

Intermittent pleas for forgiveness emerged from those bright red lips, and Rong Jing, as if he had discovered something interesting, stopped his hands from roaming, and then, almost in amazement, found that the waist and limbs of the person under him were powerless to raise and fall, as if they had been pushed to the cusp of the storm.