I, the Buddhist who raises leopards in the Conan world

A few fresh scratches and bite marks appeared on those old scars, adding a touch of wild beauty.

Gin reached for the cigarette box on the bedside table, took out a cigarette with his fingers, and lowered his head to light it.

The firelight flickered, revealing his slightly narrowed green eyes.

Shen Yuan looked at his silent profile, then suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked him lightly on the side of his waist: "Boss, I'm talking to you.

I'm going to Massachusetts next week to attend the International Innovation and Invention Exchange!" Gin exhaled a puff of smoke, and with his other hand, he grabbed Shen Yuan's ankle and rubbed the protruding joint with his fingertips.

His voice was hoarse afterward, as deep and alluring as aged wine: "I will go to Montreal to discuss the arms deal!" Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows, thinking of the distance between Boston and Montreal.

He suddenly pounced on Gin, put his hands on Gin, stared at those emerald eyes closely, and lowered his voice deliberately with a bewitching smile: "Boss, are you... reluctant to part with me?" Gin sneered, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke in Shen Yuan's face, and avoided the question: "What about your cat?" Shen Yuan knew he was asking Lightning.

He originally wanted to take Cheetah with him, but when he thought of Cheetah's miserable look in the hotel room and the strict control of exotic pets in North America, he finally shook his head: "Let's entrust it to Consultant Suzuki. He likes Lightning and can afford it!" After saying that, Shen Yuan reached out and took the cigarette from Gin's lips. Under his gaze, he slowly put the filter in his mouth. When he took a deep breath, his Adam's apple slid, and the exhaled smoke blurred the corners of his smiling eyes.

Then he stuffed the wet filter back between Gin's teeth, got out of bed quickly, and walked barefoot to the bathroom.

Moonlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains, flowing along the hollow of his back, and the bite marks on his waist were still red.

The crisp sound of a lighter closing came from behind me, and the gaze was like a physical mark on my skin, followed by the rustling sound of sheets rubbing against each other.

Shen Yuan curled the corners of his mouth and just as he pushed open the bathroom door, he heard footsteps approaching.

Before he turned around, Shen Yuan's hand on the door handle was suddenly covered by a larger palm, and a warm body was pressed against him, with silver hair hanging from the shoulders, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

"Together!" Gin's voice sounded right next to his ear, leaving no room for rejection.

In the bathroom, Gin bit Shen Yuan's earlobe and whispered. While using his knee to forcefully push his legs apart, his other hand had already turned on the shower head.

The mist from the shower head instantly filled the entire bathroom, and the rising hot air blurred the mirror.

Gin pushed Shen Yuan against the tiled wall, and the cold and hot touch stimulated his nerves at the same time.

Drops of water dripped down his silver hair, forming a small puddle at Shen Yuan's collarbone, which was then licked away by Gin's lips and tongue.

Shen Yuan panted and grabbed Gin's wet hair, and water droplets overflowed from between his fingers.

Gin bit his Adam's apple in response, his hand sliding down along his waistline.

The hot water washed over their tightly pressed bodies, and the steam made every breath intertwined with each other's scent.

Shen Yuan raised his head and let the water wash over his face, but his chin was pulled up in the next second - Gin's kiss was filled with the bitterness of tobacco and possessiveness, as if it wanted to rob all the air in his lungs.

On the glass partition, two overlapping figures swayed with the mist.

The sound of the shower drowned out the noises, and only the occasional gasp proved that the bath was much longer than expected.

In the darkness, Lightning was curled up in the corner of the sofa when his ears suddenly twitched slightly.

The ice-blue pupils opened silently.

Lightning raised his head, his ears twirling towards the bathroom before slowly flattening again.

There was no sound, only the subtle pause at the tip of the tail revealed its emotions.

It rose to its feet lightly, its muscles making no sound as they slid beneath its fur.

As it walked through the moonlit area, its silver-gray fur shone like mercury.

When passing by the bedroom door, his footsteps did not stop at all, only his tail lightly swept across the door frame, like a silent sigh.

After returning to the exclusive room, Lightning used his head to open the soft curtain of the constant temperature cat bed and buried himself completely in the memory foam cushion.

When he finally adjusted his posture, he gently stepped on the pillow with his front paws twice, buried his head in it, and then the world came to a complete stop.