Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 52

The court dress Yunkang was wearing was made of cloth tributed by vassal states, and was one-of-a-kind. At this moment, the belt was tangled, with a long piece hanging loosely on Xue Yu's trembling ankles.

Xue Yu's vision was blurry. He saw the man's Adam's apple covered with sweat, trembling and rolling as he swallowed the water that was snatched from him.

There was an undeniable restlessness on his face. He wanted to close his lips, but Yunkang would find a way to make him open them voluntarily in the next second. Not wanting to get his skin broken, he could only open his mouth obediently enough for someone to enter.

...At first, he just wanted to ask Yunkang where the imperial physician was.

Why is he kissing now?

Xue Yu's face turned red and sweat broke out on his body.

The lips that he would only carefully wipe when taking a bath were held in his mouth mercilessly. Yunkang kissed him properly without getting their clothes dirty, but he felt sticky everywhere. The hand that was supporting his back had not moved, and he also felt it was moving around.

This body is extremely sensitive.

It’s not like Xue Yu hasn’t been kissed before, but he just can’t get used to it. Maybe it has something to do with the posture of sitting sideways on a man’s thigh.

"What are you thinking about?" Yunkang was breathing rapidly and was distracted by Xue Yu's bite. He turned slightly to the side and asked, pinching the back of his white neck.

The man had a faint scent of ambergris on him, which penetrated Xue Yu's nose densely. Xue Yu's cheeks were red. He took back his hand that was on his shoulder and whispered with a guilty conscience, "I didn't think anything."

How could he have the nerve to say that he was thinking about who was a worse kisser, Yunkang or the guy who had kissed him before.

The result is that it is impossible to tell which is better.

They would always be very mean to Xue Yu. Even if he said no, they would still lick the sticky water stains on his lips, ask him earnestly if he was comfortable, and even pinch his chin in a mean way to make him open his mouth to show them what's inside.

…Xue Yu didn’t understand what was so good about it.

He tilted his chin back and glanced at Yunkang's collar that was torn by him and the court belt on his feet, and a feeling of shame broke out in his body. The few experiences in the past but the ones he remembered clearly told him that he should run away now.

He lowered his eyes evasively, picked up the strap on his foot, carefully held it in front of Yunkang, and negotiated with him in a soft tone: "I think I'm fine, can you stop kissing me?"

It was true that he sought help at first, but later he shouted stop several times, but Yunkang pretended not to hear him.

The man had a ruthless and sharp appearance, which was particularly terrifying when he had no expression. He slowly looked towards Xue Yu, and there seemed to be a bloody smell in his eyes.

The raised hand was as white as kummer. Perhaps he was afraid of being kissed by him, so he kept a distance from him cautiously. The belt wrapped around his waist rose and fell on the ten fingers, carrying a hint of fragrance.

"Is it that easy?"

Xue Yu whispered, "It's not easy."

He felt bloated and painful inside.