roccoschili Chapter 602 Mutual Performance
Chapter 602 Mutual Performance
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes slightly, his long silver eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow under his eyes.
He pursed his lips and said softly, "...It hurts."
——In fact, this injury is nothing to his demon body that is already repairing, but he just likes to see Lin Ci'an nervous.
The cloth in the basin was soaked and wrung out, and the warm steam lingered between the two of them.
Lin Ci'an lowered his head, pursed the corners of his lips slightly, and then returned to his innocent and concerned look.
He immediately slowed down his movements: "I, I'll be gentler..."
(It’s so easy to cheat.)
Chu Ziyu laughed secretly in his heart, but his face looked more innocent, and he even deliberately made his breathing faster, as if he was enduring the pain.
He tilted his head slightly, his silver hair fell, revealing a section of his fair and fragile neck - he had tried this angle countless times, and it was the angle that most softened Lin Ci'an's heart.
Lin Ci'an's gaze fell on the back of his neck. The skin there was as white as jade, except for a few tiny cracks spreading to the shoulder blade, like the marks left by fine porcelain being forcibly pieced together.
(it's beautiful.)
His Adam's apple moved slightly, and his fingertips gently brushed the scar. His movements were so light as if he was afraid of disturbing something, but where Chu Ziyu couldn't see, a trace of almost paranoid possessiveness flashed in his eyes.
(mine.)
The thought flashed through his mind, and even he was stunned for a moment.
(Why... do you have such thoughts?)
But the body is more honest than the mind. His fingertips unconsciously stroked Chu Ziyu's shoulder blades, as if confirming something.
"...Lin Ci'an?"
Chu Ziyu noticed his pause and tilted his head slightly. His amber eyes were as clear as glass in the sunlight.
Lin Ci'an immediately restrained his expression, curved his eyebrows, and revealed a pure and harmless smile: "Hmm?"
He bit his lower lip lightly, as if hesitating for a moment, before he murmured "...nothing", and obediently let the other party do whatever he wanted.
Lin Ci'an's movements were gentler than before, and his fingertips carefully avoided the injured area for fear of hurting him.
Chu Ziyu was secretly happy, and even maliciously made a soft "hiss" sound when he touched a certain place. Sure enough, Lin Ci'an immediately froze and even held his breath.
"S-Sorry..."
The young man apologized in panic, his ears red as if bleeding.
(so cute.)
Chu Ziyu was laughing so hard in his heart, but his face remained weak yet strong, and he even "forced" a comforting smile: "It's okay... I'm not hurt."
- Strange.
He just wanted to make Lin Ci'an feel bad, make him feel guilty, and make him think about himself. This feeling was simply...
Cool.
Lin Ci'an pretended to be a little white rabbit, and his fingertips deliberately stayed on Chu Ziyu's sensitive waist for a moment longer, and he felt the other's instantly tense back as he wished.
(How cute.)
His face was still innocent, and he even tilted his head slightly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Chu Ziyu shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse: "...No."
Lin Ci'an's smile deepened, but he pretended to be worried and moved closer, his breath brushing against the tip of Chu Ziyu's ear: "But your ears are red."
“…hot.”
"Really?" Lin Ci'an blinked, with a kind face, "Then do you want me to fan you?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently played with Chu Ziyu's drooping silver hair with his fingertips. The hair was entangled between his fingers, soft and cold.
(Like snow.)
He suddenly remembered that he had stroked the cat's fur countless times, and now, this person was sitting in front of him, defenseless, allowing him to touch him.
(I really want to...)
His eyes dimmed slightly, but when Chu Ziyu turned around, they quickly subsided and were replaced by a harmless expression.
"...Thank you." Chu Ziyu said in a low voice.
Chu Ziyu felt that the other party's hands were always lighting fires, but when he looked back at the other party's innocent expression, he poured out the yellow waste in his mind.
Lin Ci'an smiled, brushed his hair lightly with her fingertips, and said gently, "You're welcome."
(Anyway... you will be mine sooner or later.)