Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The clothes he was wearing still carried Zandik's body temperature. Cheng Yan followed closely behind him, his eyes completely occupied by the perfect figure of the man in front of him with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Cheng Yan's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, and his mouth began to secrete saliva. He was already feeling dizzy from the excessive blood loss, but when he saw this body that felt absolutely perfect, his extreme "face control" attribute took over.

Cheng Yan's face became frightened and he quietly stretched out his evil hand.

...two inches, one inch.

The blood-stained hand was about to touch the visible abdominal muscles, and Cheng Yan couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

Gotta touch it!

Unfortunately... things went against his wishes. Just one centimeter away, Cheng Yan was unable to touch the abdominal muscles that he had been dreaming of.

When he was about to touch her, his bloody hand was grabbed completely. Zandik turned around and saw that Cheng Yan's expression had not improved at all.

Thinking that he reached out his hand to comfort himself, although Zandik had never done such things before, seeing Cheng Yan's miserable appearance he silently chose his words in his mind.

"feeling bad?"

Looking at the black cloth that was dyed even darker, Zandik pursed his lips and his expression was cold and hard.

Why is it so badly injured?

Cheng Yan looked up at him, having already forgotten about his own injury.

"Fortunately."

If you let me touch my abdominal muscles, I will be fully recovered immediately.

However, Zandik was very dissatisfied with Cheng Yan's answer. He obviously wanted to say something comforting, after all, Cheng Yan was injured while saving him. But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his voice immediately became stiff.

"You deserve it. See if you can be so stubborn next time."

……

……

Cheng Yan didn't say anything, and Zandik also fell silent. He wanted to comfort Cheng Yan, but why did the words that came out of his mouth sound like blame?

Feeling a little bit like making amends for himself, Zandik grasped Cheng Yan's injured hand, paused, and spoke again.

"But you have thick skin, so you should be able to recover soon."

……

Something seems wrong.

A rare feeling of frustration came over me, but it was just a matter of opening my mouth to say a word of comfort. Is it really that difficult?

Zandik considered again, and just as he opened his thin lips, Cheng Yan's action stopped him from saying the next word.

The boy's face was pale, and he leaned his head gently on his chest in an extremely fragile manner. He put one hand around his waist, and his injured hand hung limply.

Zandik opened his lips again and again, thinking for a long time, and finally succeeded in saying something that was not really a comfort.

"never mind."

After he finished speaking, there was no response from Cheng Yan. It was rare for Zandik to consider Cheng Yan. He wondered if Cheng Yan did not respond because he did not comfort her enough.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on Cheng Yan's shoulder, as if he wanted to pat him soothingly. He was about to touch him, but his hand was suspended in mid-air and did not come down.

ZANDIC: What I'm doing.

Since he couldn't comfort her, he simply gave up. Zandik pushed Cheng Yan away with a desperate look. After seeing the confusion on that pale face, he felt guilty for a moment, but he still pushed him away resolutely.

"Great..." Cheng Yan's voice was weak, but his eyes were fixed on Zandik's abdominal muscles and he couldn't move away.

He was using his cheek to feel the touch of Zanzan's abdominal muscles, but why did Zanzan push him away?

"We should keep going."

Ignoring Cheng Yan's pitiful look, Zandik shifted his gaze and drove away all the reluctance in his heart.

Cheng Yan didn’t know what Zandik was thinking. He only knew that he really wanted to continue holding Zandik, very, very much.

The moment the idea came to his head, Cheng Yan immediately executed it. He opened his arms and hugged Zandik's waist tightly, rubbing his cheek back and forth on his thin and strong waist.

"Zan Zan, my hand still hurts, please have pity on me and let me hold you for a while."

His voice was so low, soft, and pitiful that it made one's bones go weak.

Zandik said, "Are you begging me?"

After all, he was injured in order to save himself, and now he asked him for help, so he could tolerate him this time.

Zandik convinced himself in his heart, and his hand on Cheng Yan's shoulder did not push him away.

“Yes, please, Zanzan, I’m going to faint if I take a few more steps, Zanzan, let me hold you and rest for a while.”

Cheng Yan spoke without any psychological burden. This was a rare opportunity and he wanted to hug them all at once!

It has been a long time since I had the chance to feel such a perfect body. After separating from Lord Emperor, I no longer have the chance to enjoy it. Fortunately, I have Zan Zan now.

The occasional numbness and itchiness in his waist and abdomen made Zandik move uncomfortably, but Cheng Liyan was holding him tightly, and he had promised, so it was not appropriate for him to push him away for the time being.

Hiss... But this is too tight, and...

"Don't touch me with your hands."

Cheng Yan: I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you.

His hands became more brazen, almost reaching into Zandik's clothes.

Zandik gritted his teeth, grabbed Cheng Yan's scattered hands, avoided the wound on his forearm, and pulled Cheng Yan to look at him.

Before the anger in the red eyes could burn, his sight was completely occupied by the obsidian eyes in front of him.

This distance...isn't it a bit too close?

Just as I was about to say the question, I felt a soft warmth on my lips.

[Drip - Kiss target Zandik, points +10, current points 3847]