Nanren knew she was done when she was tied rigidly to the bed.
Yun was crazy!
And he was indeed right—ahem, it was just a one-sided massacre, and Yun had even forgotten what he started with a sense of responsibility. Blindfolded with a black cloth, he leaned in and whispered "don't be afraid" in his ear. Nanren shivered and choked on his own breath. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to grunt hard to suppress the urge to shout, but at that moment he was bitten and completely distracted.
In an instant, his entire body suddenly burst into flames again.
And Yun's eyes darkened as he silently stared at the person lying on the bed, red from head to neck.
This time, he wouldn't let go until he cried.
Unfortunately, Nanren was resistant to this thought. For a long time he tried to restrain himself, thinking that crying was embarrassing, biting his lips hard, and a muffled groan overflowed from the blood, instantly making the uncertain atmosphere even quieter.
Thus, until the tears spilled out like pearls, Yun pervertedly continued without compromising his seriousness. He had already mastered the technique that should have been a novice. Beneath that cold seriousness was a perverse excitement. That's right, Day just felt like he was enjoying himself to death.
Finally, when the work was done, Nanren was noticeably panting and collapsed onto the bed with no energy left to move.
He was dead tired and just wanted to sleep.
As his arms and the rag around his eyes were loosened, he felt a chill in his back, seeing the extremely bright eyes amid the blurred tears. With a terrified look, as if he was slowly enjoying the food. And it was the food itself. Nanren wanted to escape. He regretted it to death. Why had he prodded this secret perversion?!
Arms wrapped around her legs and waist, lifting her off the bed. Nanren leaned on his chest and could not even be properly embarrassed by his bare body. Yu's actions had devastated him until there was no shame left.
Until you're warmly bathed and wrapped in a bathrobe. She had already fallen asleep in his arms from exhaustion.
And she lay in her arms, completely defenseless, marked by patches of light redness on her skin like white pure milk.
After Yun made the bed and took care of the sheets, she laid Nanren on the bed. Finally he went and took off his stained clothes. He paused for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror.
The further you progress. It didn't change the fact that the extent of tonight's relationship was one-sided. So his clothes were the most messy. For Nanren, let alone the chance to attack, he could only wait to be beaten to the bone with his hands tied. In short, another night ended in failure. Her gender was not revealed...
And Yun froze like a statue with a sudden thought. Ehem, Nanren seemed to be afraid of the pain of being below. And also from his situation. Maybe it was because it was his first, and maybe the thought was subconsciously repulsive to him. In every way, Nanren was resistant to death. She didn't know whether to cry over the whole rose or not, but anyway, she couldn't tell him that openly. He gently caressed her cheek.
His gaze landed on her face. His black hair was puffy, his delicate face was stained with blush, and his lips were red and swollen to the point of dripping blood. His heart skipped a few more beats with this look. He lifted it up slowly from her face and played with her black hair. He frowned at the thought that damp hair would make him sick.
After a while she came back with a fluffy towel in her hand. He also took out the hair dryer, plugged it in and started it slowly in the lowest and warmest way.
He was sleeping peacefully, dark lashes cast a shadow over his face. His cheeks were puffy, as if they were a little concrete. The undersides of his eyes were stained a pale green, indicating that he was tired.
In this way, her calm and sweet appearance made her sweet as if she had been dipped in a honeypot.
And this continued until the next day. Until Nanren left the house in anger. Yun was helpless. And persuasively, or rather as gently as a wolf deceiving lambs at the door, he tried to persuade her.
-One day, mother sheep warned her children and told not to open the door to anyone but her. As soon as the mother sheep left, the bad wolf came to the door. He played softly and spoke in a compassionate tone. "Guys, open the door, your mother came in" the lambs refused and said she didn't sound like her mother. The wolf quickly changed into disguise and tried again. This time the lambs told him his shadow was wrong, and the wolf changed it this time, hiding its most imperfect and low parts with an innocent expression. In this way, the lambs could not escape the fate of being eaten.
Nanren looked timidly at the shadow that fell before her as she slumped over the corner of the bed sobbing.
Yun tried to calm him by showing a calming smile.
But just as that smile once devastated his fellow soldiers, chills crept up his neck.
Sharp fangs gleamed in the light, and the tips of his hands clawed into the shadow. His wild smile was nothing more than a hunter showing his prey teeth.
-Final-