I turned and faced Wang, my heart racing. Without a second thought, I leaned in and kissed him, not thinking about how his mouth smelled or tasted. As our lips met, I could feel our connection.
I whispered softly between our kisses, "I miss you so much," my voice barely above a whisper.
Wang smiled, his lips softly pressing against mine. I could feel the tenderness of his kiss, as if he savored every moment. The two of us locked eyes, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. We were lost in our own world, oblivious to the world around us.
I missed you too, green eyes. Please return to me. Your absence left a void in my heart, and I wasn't sure how to fill the emptiness. I was losing my mind, unable to make sense of what was happening. Wang's arms tightened around me. His lips pressed urgently against mine, as if he was trying to convey everything he couldn't say.
"I'm here, Wang," I murmured, my voice filled with desperation. I needed him, and I needed to know that he was listening.
"I know," Wang said, his voice filled with conviction. "That's why I don't want this dream to end."
In that moment, he flipped me over and pressed his hard cock against my stomach. My cock hardened and twitched immediately, responding to his touch. He leaned in and kissed me, his lips warm and inviting.
He pulled away, his eyes meeting mine. "You look different," he said with a smile.
"I'm here, Wang," I said, forcefully emphasizing my words. "You are not dreaming. I repeat, you are here."
What? Wang jolted and nearly struck his head against the wall as he stumbled and fell to the floor. I immediately ran over to him and caught him, my concern evident on my face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worry etched into my tone.
Yea...yeah, I'm fine, he replied, his tone a bit shaken. But when did you get here? He asked, looking confused. "The last thing I remember was wolfing out."
I arrived yesterday evening, and as I was about to knock on the door, Liu rushed out. He exclaimed that he was on his way to see you. He mentioned that it had been more than five years since he last saw you. However, considering I was only away for 10 months, it was quite surprising to hear him make such a statement. Feeling slightly confused, I sat down beside Wang on the floor, muttering to myself as I processed the situation.
I was okay for the first 3 years, but after that, my life got worse. I began to live every day as if it were my last, throwing caution to the wind. This self-destructive behavior lasted for about 2 years, and during that time, I can barely remember what I was doing that morning or evening before I lost myself and my life has been consumed by constant wolfing out. Wang's voice is faint, and his throat feels cloaked in a thick veil of misery.
10 months? Wang looked at me, his eyes filled with curiosity. You were in Honeyhollow? His voice was filled with surprise. I nodded, unable to contain my excitement as I recounted my recent adventures in Honeyhollow.
Good goddess, tell me about it. He leaned in, his eyes widening with anticipation. I took a deep breath. How do I describe my time spent in the magical land of Honeyhollow?
As I pondered the question, Wang pouted and frowned.
He looked so cute when he did that. I couldn't help but smile as I watched. It was truly adorable. However, I realized that he needed to take a bath before we could do anything else. His body was covered in mud and grass, and it was quite unpleasant.
"You reek of mud and grass," I said, standing up and pulling him by the arm. "It's time for a quick wash."
Wang protested, laughing softly. "You are awfully strong," he said, but I could tell that he was secretly impressed.
I guided him towards the bathroom. "Don't worry, I'll make you something to eat once you're clean," I said. "You must starve."
As we reach the door, thank you. "See you later," he says, before entering the bathroom.
I chuckle to myself. Wang may be strong, but he's got a soft heart.
As I step out of the door, I appreciate the silence that envelops me. The crisp air fills my lungs, refreshing my senses. Walking towards the kitchen, I open the door gently, expecting to find the same familiar scene that I have come to know and love.
The kitchen remains unchanged, its comforting familiarity soothing my weary soul. Liu stands by the refrigerator, meticulously arranging it. Jackson, on the other hand, sits on the counter, sipping his coffee with contentment.
As I step into the room, the silence is shattered by a sudden clatter of coffee cup hitting the ground. Jackson, as if startled by a ghost, drops his cup and rushes towards me. His arms extend, enveloping me in a fierce embrace.
"It's so glad to see you back," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion.
"It's glad to see you too, Jackson," I reply, reciprocating his embrace.
As I pull away, I can see the genuine happiness in his eyes. It is good to be back, to see my loved ones and to be reunited with the familiar surroundings that hold a special place in my heart.
Jackson releases me, his eyes shining with anticipation. "I missed you," he says, his voice trembling slightly.
Take that back or I will rip your throat out. A menacing voice growls behind me. I don't need to turn around to find out who it belongs to. It's Wang.
Jackson shrieks and runs to hug him. "Goddess, I'm glad you're home. I was worried sick about you," he sniffs as he embraces Wangs.
Wang, taken aback by the unexpected show of affection, returns the hug, his own relief evident on his face.
As they cling tightly to each other, Wang whispers, "I'm okay, Jackson. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."