【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

After a long moment, he finally replied in a very low voice, "No, during estrus, there are only physiological impulses of that kind. There's no bleeding like during menstruation." His voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, as if it could be blown away by a breeze. His shy look made it difficult to continue asking questions, as if any further questions would be an insult to him.

I tried hard to suppress the corners of my mouth that were about to turn up. He was so cute like this.

In the dim light, his figure seemed even more desolate. It was clear that the intense urge was tormenting him. Filled with inner pain and struggle, he bit his lips tightly, until they turned slightly pale, as if only this could temporarily distract him from the discomfort. His hands were clasped together, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain, revealing his inner tension and anxiety.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long lashes casting a shadow across his face. That shadow seemed to shroud his soul, plunging him into endless agony. He didn't dare look at me, as if afraid to see his own utter disgrace and misery in my eyes.

Looking at his pitiful and helpless appearance, I felt a strong pity for him. I gently stretched out my arms and slowly hugged him.

Yet, he seemed to be profoundly shocked. His body stiffened, and his eyes, previously lowered, suddenly widened, filled with astonishment and panic. His breathing became rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently. His body trembled slightly, like a frightened deer. His hands hung in the air, at a loss, unsure where to place them. His cheeks flushed even more, and his shy expression was both heartbreaking and helpless.

I was stunned. He seemed to want to break free from my embrace, yet he couldn't bear to give up that glimmer of warmth. His misty almond-shaped eyes revealed a complex mix of longing, fear, shyness, and a hint of indescribable confusion.

I hugged him tightly, feeling his body trembling, and asked softly, "Is it that you need that to relieve it?"

His body trembled again, and his already red cheeks now looked as if they were about to bleed. His eyes were filled with shyness and panic, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

His hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, as if they were his only support. His breathing became more and more rapid, and the hot breath sprayed on my neck, making my heart tremble slightly.

In the dim light, he looked both pitiful and adorable. His shyness and helplessness were heartbreaking, while his slightly trembling body made me want to protect him. I quietly waited for his answer.

I tightened my arms around him slightly and asked softly again, "Why aren't you answering?"

His body was tense, as if frozen by my question. His eyes were downcast, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a shadow in the dim light. His lips were tightly pursed, and his stubborn expression made me feel pity.

After a long moment, he finally let out a faint sigh. It was filled with helplessness and pain, as if voicing an unspoken struggle. He moved his lips slightly, but still no words came out. His eyes flickered with a complex glint: shyness, fear, longing, and a hint of indescribable confusion.

His body was trembling slightly, and he looked so small and helpless in my arms. His cheeks were so red that they looked like they could bleed, and his shy look was heartbreaking.

Tears glistened in his eyes, as if they would burst out at any second. He bit his lips tightly, trying hard to control his emotions, but his slightly trembling body betrayed him.

"Don't... don't do this." His voice was as thin as a mosquito, full of shyness and uneasiness. His hands pushed me gently, but there was no strength at all.