The Protagonist Just Wants to Fall in Love [MTL]

Chapter 234 Reply

There was a cool breeze in the courtyard, and the red lanterns hanging in the yard were swaying, making people's faces blush. Chu Shun's hand was on Ling Yugeng's shoulder, and the soft touch on his lips brought a faint taste of alcohol.

　　It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk.

　　A hazy expression appeared on his face, his lips were pried open by the wet and hot tongue tip, he opened his mouth obediently, Ling Yugeng pressed on him, his body leaned back again, his shoulders were held down.

　　The thin and slender hands clasped his shoulders with such force that they dug into his clothes, leaving wrinkles and inadvertently revealing the man's desire for control. Chu Shun's thoughts were like a ball of several threads tangled together and tied into a knot.

　　His upper jaw was hit, his breathing stopped, and his whole body trembled.

　　Ling Yugeng's half-closed eyes and snow-like brows no longer had the indifference that kept people at a distance. He seemed to be seriously kissing the person whose body had softened in his arms, eroding his sanity step by step.

Only in this way will he be honest.

　　Chu Shun gradually became short of breath. He grabbed Ling Yugeng's collar, ruffling his neat collar into a mess, and let out a few sobs from his throat.

　　Ling Yugeng's tongue, which was disturbing his mind, paused for a moment, and then let go of those somewhat sweet lips. As soon as he let go, Chu Shun opened his lips, gasping for breath, his body still trembling slightly, his chest heaving.

　　Ling Yugeng's breathing also became a little heavy. He lowered his eyelids and raised his hand to hook away a strand of black hair that was sticking to the side of Chu Shun's face.

　　Black hair fell from his fingertips. Chu Shun watched him put the long hair under his nose. The soft hair had a faint fragrance. He played with the hair and asked, "Are you going back to the house?"

　　Chu Shun came back to his senses, "Master, do you still recognize who I am?"

　　Ling Yugeng raised his eyes and their gazes met.

　　Chu Shun only saw the corners of the man's lips twitching upwards, which was not quite a smile.

　　"What are you doing now?" His deep voice was a little hoarse.

　　He had never spoken to him in this tone before. The worst was the night when he pressed him against the door in Kunlun - no, he had happened before, too, in a dream.

　　The rhythm of Chu Shun's heartbeat suddenly became disordered.

　　"I don't......"

　　His chin was raised, and the temperature of his fingers was low.

　　There was a hot breath in the wind. The hand was placed on his cheek, the thumb against his lower lip, pressing and rubbing, the movements were slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, playing with it in a very charming way. Chu Shun couldn't help swallowing, looking at the man who looked like he had no desires.

　　His hand on Ling Yugeng's shoulder suddenly tightened.

　　Ling Yugeng sat on the stone bench. Chu Shun lowered his head. Ling Yugeng's hand slid down his shoulder and grasped his wrist. With a pull, he fell from the stone table onto Ling Yugeng's legs.

　　"Hands," he whispered.

　　Chu Shun stretched out his hand, and a cup was placed in his hand.