The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 181 Too Evil

His wrists sunk into the quilt, and Losxiu's silver-gray eyes were bleary-eyed, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. He tilted his head and looked at Iverley's hand pressing on his wrist. The man's hand had distinct joints and a bulging shape that looked very nice. The veins on his arms were bulging, sexy and full of pheromones, showing off his body's strength like he was courting a mate.

　　Losxiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his silver hair scattered messily behind him, he raised his upper body, as if trying to break free from the shackles, so Ifrel tightened his grip on his wrist, and the next moment, Ifrel felt a wet and hot touch on his wrist.

　　Losxiu tilted his head and kissed him on the wrist bone. His profile appeared in Ivry's field of vision, and his half-closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

　　His nightgown was disheveled, and the lines of his jaw were sharp, yet he inexplicably looked fragile. His cold, pale complexion still had a hint of sickness, and two buttons on his collar were undone, making him look decadent and sickly.

　　Iverley straightened his face, and Losxiu lay on the bed looking at him, his eyes calm and hazy, as if he was still in a dream and had not yet come to his senses. All his actions were done involuntarily by his subconscious mind.

　　"Lord Loshu." Iverley asked, "What's wrong?"

　　He felt himself trembling.

　　The breath that had just landed on his wrist was also unstable.

　　Is he uneasy?

　　Losxiu didn't say anything. He struggled with his wrist and broke free from Ifair's already loose grip. He grabbed Ifair's clothes, pulled down his collar, raised his chin, and kissed the corner of his lips.

　　The moist and soft touch at the corners of your lips is impossible to ignore.

　　Iverley's eyes suddenly widened, his amber pupils filled with shock. He held his breath, terrified.

　　Losxiu's lips... are so soft.

　　Like cotton candy, it exudes a sweet scent and I really want to take a bite.

　　The lips pressed against the corner of his lips felt like scratching an itch.

　　At that moment, all sorts of messy things emerged in Iverley's mind, and his heart woke up like a little bird standing on a branch outside, chirping non-stop with such a cheerful rhythm.

　　"Iverley..." Losxiu seemed to have come back to his senses, lowered his raised chin, and slowly loosened his collar.

　　Having tasted the sweetness, Iverley pursed his lips, put his arms around his waist, and when he lowered his head to touch his lips, his nose bumped into Losxiu's, and a sour feeling came up.

　　Ivry rolled off the bed and covered his nose. Losxiu blinked with redness at the corners of his eyes, and a moist luster appeared in his eyes.

　　After a while, Iverley rubbed his sore nose, stood by the bed, and bent down to change the bandage for Losxiu.

　　"Did you have a nightmare?" Iverley asked.

　　Los Xiu: "Yeah."

　　The two of them acted as if nothing had happened. From Ivry's point of view, it was just a kiss, without even sticking out tongue, and Losxiu was not very sober at that time, so it was nothing.

　　But something made him itchy and planted a small seed of unsatisfied desire in his heart, which would sooner or later take root and sprout.

　　Losxiu looked at the hem of Ifrel's clothes sticking out from his trouser waist. The hem of the clothes swayed in front of him. He reached out and pulled it. Ifrel stopped trying to get the medicine and turned to look at him.