The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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When the voice sounded, Zhu Tong finally regained a sense of reality from his "hallucination."

He stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Shao Ming had slicked back his fringe, revealing a smooth forehead. With his height, he already lacked some of the youthful air, and now he appeared even more mature and charming.

His expression was slightly stern, lowering the surrounding atmosphere.

Why did he have a stern expression?

Wait, how did Shao Ming even get here?

What position were the two of them in right now?

With their faces so close, bodies tightly pressed together, the heat on Zhu Tong's face surged rapidly. He instinctively tried to retreat, but his heels were already pressed against the base of the rock formation—there was nowhere left to back up.

"You..."

As soon as he spoke, Zhu Tong's eyes widened.

Why did it feel like Shao Ming was getting closer and closer?

He really was getting closer!

His breath grew increasingly clear, carrying a burning warmth, and it seemed like he was about to press in.

Zhu Tong instinctively raised his hand and covered Shao Ming's mouth.

But even then, Shao Ming didn't stop. He paused briefly, then placed the full weight of his head on Zhu Tong's hand, the warmth of his soft lips pressing against his palm, searingly hot.

Zhu Tong forgot how to breathe.

He stared blankly, not knowing where to look, his mind going blank.

At the same time, someone at the entrance of the rock formation peeked in, startled by what they saw, and quickly retracted their head, leaving only a long shadow cast by the light on the ground.

Shao Ming pressed himself against Zhu Tong's face, glancing sideways at the entrance of the rock formation.

After a few seconds, the long shadow disappeared.

Shao Ming withdrew his gaze and was about to release Zhu Tong, when he suddenly sensed the stiffness of the body in his arms, as tense as a rock.

The hand covering his mouth curled slightly, fingers trembling, carrying a faint scent of hand soap.

The light in the middle of the rock formation was dim, obscuring the emotions in each other's eyes.

Yet even without looking, Shao Ming could tell how shocked Zhu Tong's expression must be right now.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly.

The corners of his lips curled up, brushing against the sensitive nerves in Zhu Tong's palm. Zhu Tong felt a surge of electric current rush through him, tingling and numbing his mind. With a buzz, he snapped back to reality, his first instinct to resist.

But his waist was held tightly, his body was pinned firmly, and he had no idea how to free the hand caught between their lips.

Why?

If he hadn't blocked him with his hand, what was Shao Ming planning to do?

Now, their noses nearly touched, their breaths mingling, both equally hot and chaotic.

Outside the rock formation was the noise of conversation, while inside, the hearts of the two beat like drums, one louder than the other.

Silence stretched infinitely.