A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 107 & 108

Chapter 107 & 108

The temperature difference between day and night on the planet Luota is significant, and it can occasionally experience terrible extreme cold weather. The howling, chilling winds beat against the glass, and if the intensity increases, it produces a clanging sound.

The indoor temperature control system slowly blew warm air, dispersing the cold seeping in through the cracks, almost roasting the cramped interior into a warm hearth.

Yang An was peeling lychees, his movements slow and deliberate. The somewhat tough shell was pried open bit by bit, revealing the tender, juicy flesh, glistening under the warm yellow light, making one drool.

Yang An picked a piece of lychee meat and brought it to Yu Qingyan's lips, coaxing, "Here, have another..."

"Where did you get... lychees?" Yu Qingyan couldn't hold back, forcing the words out from his throat.

"Yin Hangru's family sent over dozens of boxes; he gave me a box." Yang An pressed his fingers against Yu Qingyan's lips, the surface of which was plump and beautiful.

"Are lychees sweet?" He used his fingertip to tease Yu Qingyan's tongue, scraping and poking, gently sliding over the sensitive roof of his mouth.

"Sweet..." Yu Qingyan replied ambiguously, his mouth opening as the itch spread from the roof of his mouth, causing his body to tremble. His throat emitted gurgling sounds, and the transparent saliva was tangled into viscous silver threads. The corners of his eyes turned slightly red, tears clearly visible, as he gripped the blanket tightly, the icy, silky satin twisted into a crumpled mess.

Yang An's eyes darkened as he leaned in to kiss him, recklessly mixing the lychee flesh within his mouth, scraping for every last drop of juice.

Yu Qingyan's breath grew heavy, his mouth slightly parted as he accepted Yang An's kiss, his hands gripping Yang An's jaw, firmly holding his nape. The other was forcefully passing the sweet juice mixed with saliva and lychee flavor down his throat.

"Cough, cough..." Yu Qingyan was choked by the lychee juice, his face blushing with a deeper hue, the arm draped over the beta's back feeling a bit weak.

Yang An loosened his grip on Yu Qingyan's hands slightly, elbows supporting him on either side, tenderly rubbing his lips with his fingertips. The sticky sweet juice flowed from the corners of his lips, emitting the fresh sweetness of lychee.

He smeared the sweet juice onto Yu Qingyan's brows, cheeks, chin, and throat...

Yu Qingyan suddenly closed his eyes, his long lashes brushing against his eyelids, the scalding tears once again reddening the corners of his eyes.

Yang An kissed his tears, as if to soothe him, or perhaps tease him. Through the thin eyelids, his tongue probed, the contours of the eyeball clearly moving. His hands caressed the back of Yu Qingyan's head, down his neck, and to the throbbing arteries on the sides, softly and affectionately, again and again.

"Xiao, Xiao An..." Yu Qingyan gently called the name, his rationality slightly scattered. Despite having his fatal carotid artery controlled, his body seemed to convey some dangerous signal, yet he struggled to suppress his instinct to escape, allowing the beta to toy with him and responding to all of his kisses.

"Mm." Yang An responded, loosening his grip. He then pinched the white cat ears on Yu Qingyan's head, his lips curving up. The texture of the fake cat ears was incredibly realistic—soft and plushy. With just a bit of force...

"Xiao—An!" The sudden high-pitched call ended with a hint of sorrow.

"Sorry..." Yang An bit his lip, "No more playing with the cat ears, let's switch to something else."