The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A8 C230: The Box

After Baili Duyue said this, he tilted his head and obediently maintained the forward posture, motionless, waiting quietly for Sang Feiwan to kiss him. The thin red ear tips couldn't help but tremble in the air for a moment, like a cat, but they soon became quiet again.

"..."

Sang Feiwan didn't expect Baili Duyue to make such a move, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Slowly closing the scroll in his hand, he casually threw it aside, placing both hands on Baili Duyue's side, and with a half-smile, he asked, "What did the lord just say?"

Baili Duyue looked displeased and glanced at Sang Feiwan, thinking, "Is this person deaf? I just said it so clearly, and he can't hear it?" He pointed to his own ear, saying, "I want you to kiss me, so why don't you come over?"

Sang Feiwan didn't move, but a subtle itch arose in his heart.

After waiting for a while without any response from Sang Feiwan, Baili Duyue frowned, thinking that the other party might not appreciate the gesture. He looked at Sang Feiwan with a furrowed brow, ready to get angry. However, the next moment, warmth suddenly covered his ear, and he felt a gentle bite.

It was itchy and painful, but more itchy than painful. His shoulder even felt a tingling numbness.

"!!"

Baili Duyue was somewhat surprised, his pupils slightly contracted. Instinctively, he raised his hand to cover his ear. When he looked up, he saw Sang Feiwan staring at him with a smirk, deep and teasing, making faces blush and hearts race.

Baili Duyue frowned, seemingly a bit angry. "Rascal, who allowed you to bite this lord!"

Sang Feiwan chuckled at his words, intentionally asking, "Even if the lord didn't allow it, I already bit. Why bother asking now?"

This person indeed has a temper.

Sang Feiwan didn't answer, just propped his hands on Baili Duyue's side, leaned over, and gazed at him, asking without showing any emotion, "But Feiwan is still not satisfied. What should I do?"

Baili Duyue paused at his words, unconsciously touching his earlobe. He felt a faint curiosity about the strange sensation just now. After a moment of contemplation, he generously turned his head, actively bringing his ear close to Sang Feiwan's face, "Let you kiss again."

Sang Feiwan leaned slightly, but this time, he didn't kiss the ear; instead, he unpredictably captured Baili Duyue's slightly cool lips with his own, his tongue agilely entwining, moving like a snake.

Baili Duyue made a muffled sound, forced to open his mouth. However, he seemed to enjoy it, showing no signs of resistance, naturally encircling Sang Feiwan's neck, responding with intermittent passion. The lazy narrowing of his eyes, the prolonged tone, and the slightly husky and magnetic voice whispered, "Sang Feiwan..."

He didn't know what he wanted to say, probably just calling out this name.

The feet dangling by the table swayed gently, appearing quite pleased.

After a long while, the kiss finally came to a halt. Their lips slowly parted, allowing the fresh air to rush in, bringing a sense of rejuvenation.

Baili Duyue felt a bit dizzy from the kiss. Finally regaining his senses, he saw Sang Feiwan standing by the easel, absorbed in studying the scroll.

"What's so fascinating about these things?"

Baili Duyue waved his sleeve, scattering the papers on the table, creating a clear space. He leaned sideways, supporting his head lazily on the table, wearing vibrant red robes and silver-white hair, exuding a charming and demonic beauty. "Sang Feiwan, is this all there is to earthly joy and love?"