The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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With his back pressed against the cold wall and the warmth of breath in front of him, Zhu Tong found himself caught between contrasting sensations, his mind blank and buzzing.

Shao Ming was kissing him.

This realization left Zhu Tong instinctively flustered.

Touching someone, being close to someone—these were things he had previously rejected and dared not even contemplate, let alone in such an invasive manner.

Yet, somehow, because it was Shao Ming, it felt permissible.

His body relaxed, but he remained like a puppet, unsure how to resist or respond.

It wasn't until he struggled to breathe and felt his legs weaken that Shao Ming finally showed mercy and released him.

However, he didn't pull away too far.

The two faced each other, Zhu Tong breathing heavily in relief, while Shao Ming's breaths remained heavy and restrained.

In a low, husky voice, Shao Ming asked, "Do you dislike it?"

Zhu Tong, bewildered, responded, "What?"

Shao Ming repeated, "Do you dislike me kissing you?"

"..."

Dislike it? The answer was clear; Zhu Tong honestly shook his head.

A low laugh escaped Shao Ming as he reached up to switch on the light.

The darkness was instantly dispelled, and the previously blurry shadows became clear.

Upon seeing the closely knit distance between them, Zhu Tong's body, which had relaxed in the darkness, immediately tensed up again.

At that moment, Shao Ming asked, "How did it feel?"

Zhu Tong: "..."

How did it feel?

Kissing?

How was he supposed to articulate that?

A flash of panic crossed his face as he nervously bit his lip, only to quickly release it, as if startled.

The taste of Shao Ming lingered on his lips, and this light bite felt like he was savoring it.

He stammered, "I..."

"If you don't dislike it, have you come to a decision about your consideration?"

Zhu Tong looked up in confusion.

Shao Ming smiled at him and said, "They say practice makes perfect, so? Have you reached a conclusion?"

"..."

In truth, even without this "practice," he had already reached a conclusion long ago.

He stared blankly at Shao Ming.

Shao Ming met his gaze directly, not looking away. He had never looked so seriously and openly into those eyes before—eyes that now reflected his every move.

Zhu Tong's eyes were naturally light in color, giving him a sense of fragility when devoid of emotion. Yet at some point, those same eyes, when they looked at Shao Ming, had become increasingly bright.

His pale face flushed with a crimson hue from his cheeks to his ears, and his once pale lips had deepened several shades after the kiss, like a dewy flower bud in the morning, tempting to be picked.

Shao Ming's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head slightly again. "If there's still no conclusion, then perhaps we should practice a bit more..."

Zhu Tong suddenly spoke, "I might not... be able to stay with you for long."