Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 139 The Scorching Sun (38 pages)

The boy's warm breath brushed against Qi Xuan's earlobe, causing Qi Xuan's body to stiffen. He struggled to sit up, but the boy had no intention of letting him go, and his arm around Qi Xuan's neck moved even closer.

The boy's bangs parted, revealing a smooth forehead, and his eyes shone brightly under the light.

His clear brown eyes, still damp with moisture, appeared somewhat hazy and dreamy under the dim light.

Coupled with that seductive tone, she was just like a bewitching siren.

The boy seemed to think that wasn't enough, so he hooked his arm around Qi Xuan's neck and kissed him.

Qi Xuan was pulled down by Gu Yao's sudden force, and his lips touched something warm and soft.

In the dim light of the night lamp, the young man, with a shy smile, kissed his lover.

Qi Xuan froze, her eyes widening in shock, her reason fading away, teetering on the brink of collapse.

He tried to push Gu Yao away, but the boy sensed his intention and suddenly pulled him, causing him to fall uncontrollably towards the person beneath him.

In order not to crush Gu Yao, Qi Xuan could only place his palms on either side of Gu Yao's head, unable to move them even an inch.

A sly smile flashed in Gu Yao's eyes as she gently bit Qi Xuan's lip.

While the young are suffering, they enter another world and conquer new territories.

Qi Xuan's temples were throbbing with veins; he felt like a salted fish on a hot plate, being tortured.

On one hand, reason told him that this was wrong and that he should stay away from Gu Yao.

On the one hand, she couldn't help but indulge in the intimacy with the boy.

I'm conflicted and upset.

Gu Yao, however, was dissatisfied with Qi Xuan's absent-mindedness. He released the hand that was holding the young man and gently pinched the young man's red earlobe with two fingers.

Her tone carried an unspoken air of coquettishness.

It also sounds like a seductive siren chant.

Qi Xuan's body stiffened again, a sensitive, tingling sensation shooting vertically from his ear to his heart, sending shivers down his spine.

"Brother Xuan, aren't you tempted at all? I can hear your heartbeat."

As he spoke, the boy, who had been tugging at his earlobe, now had only one finger remaining—a slender, pale finger with a touch of softness.

It traces the path from the earlobe down the neck, over the collarbone, and finally stops at the point where the heart beats.

Gu Yao sensed the young man's urgent and powerful heartbeat through his fingertips, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, he reached out and poked him.

Well, it feels good.

Gu Yao looked at Qi Xuan, whose face was extremely unnatural, almost as red as a tomato, and whose eyes seemed to be wandering off somewhere, not daring to look him in the eye.

It's really cute.

It's really satisfying to tease Qi Xuan like this.

Gu Yao smiled, pursing his lips.

"Your heart is beating a little fast. Do you want me to listen to it for you?"

The boy's slender, pale fingers touched his heart while he teased him with his lips.

Qi Xuan's temples throbbed again, and his hands, which were supporting the boy's head, clenched into fists.

Gu Yao felt that Qi Xuan must have studied in a country where life was good in his previous life, otherwise how could he be so tolerant?

His dark eyes were already tinged with red, revealing unspeakable emotions.

But he still didn't lay a hand on himself.

Should we praise him for being so respectful of himself?

Should we criticize him for being too cautious?

We should enjoy life while we can.

Gu Yao sighed softly, reached out and turned Qi Xuan's face, making those unsure where to look look at him.

The boy's eyes were filled with determination. Seeing the blank look and unspeakable unease on the young man's face, he pressed his forehead against the young man's forehead, trying to transfer his power to Qi Xuan.

"Whatever happens, let's face it together this time, okay?"

This time I believe in you, and you must believe in me too.

As Qi Xuan listened to the boy's voice, his throat tightened and his eyes stung so much that he couldn't speak.

The boy seemed to know everything and knew how to soothe all his anxieties.

Gu Yao's words were so warm that he simply couldn't refuse.

He reached out and touched Gu Yao's sideburns, saying, "Okay."

Let's face it together.

It's settled then. If you choose not to leave and stay by my side, I won't give you another chance to escape.

At the same time, I will protect you with all my might.

A rare hint of obsession appeared in Qi Xuan's eyes. The hand that had been stroking the boy's sideburns moved to his face, feeling the delicate skin beneath his fingertips. A dark, melancholic look filled his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yao's eyes revealed an unspeakable smile. Seeing the young man's barely suppressed emotions, he decided to add fuel to the fire.

He cupped Qi Xuan's face in his hands, kissing him from his forehead to his brows, the bridge of his nose, and finally stopping at his alluring lips, but lingering there for a long time.

Their breaths mingled, sweet and intimately alluring.

Qi Xuan's eyes revealed doubt and confusion, as if he didn't understand why the boy had suddenly stopped.

Gu Yao smiled happily as he looked at Qi Xuan's unsatisfied expression.

"Brother Xuan, do you want it? If you want it, come and get it yourself. There's no such thing as something being delivered to your door."

Qi Xuan looked at the boy, a hint of helplessness on his face.

He grabbed the boy's head with one hand and kissed him.

With an unspeakable urgency and restraint.

Gu Yao casually hooked her arm around Qi Xuan's neck, letting the young man do whatever he wanted, becoming incredibly obedient.

Qi Xuan's breathing became erratic, but he still retained a sliver of reason, while Gu Yao was completely immersed in lust.

Looking into the boy's slightly misty eyes, his brown pupils were unfocused, filled with a hazy and dreamy quality.

It was the first spring rain in Jiangnan in March.

Gu Yao wanted to continue with Qi Xuan, but Qi Xuan wasn't driven by lust and turned his head away to avoid the boy's advances.

Gu Yao was puzzled and tried hard to see the person in front of him clearly, but Qi Xuan scooped him up and made him fall into his arms.

Qi Xuan stopped looking into the boy's dazed eyes; they both needed to calm down.

He pressed the boy's head against his shoulder, his voice deep and solemn.

"Gu Yao, have you thought it through?"

Have you really thought it through and decided to spend the rest of your life with me?

It's not an affectionate term of address; the use of a given name carries a different kind of caution.

He didn't want anything to happen to Gu Yao if he couldn't think things through.

He didn't want A-Yao to regret it.

The boy is so young, so he should take on the responsibility of reminding him.

Gu Yao was in the middle of a great moment when someone suddenly pulled him into their arms and asked a question that seemed like a pointless question to him, leaving him speechless.

Does he seem like such a casual person?

Yet, one can also sense Qi Xuan's respect and care from this question.

This touched Gu Yao deeply, and he couldn't help but feel his eyes well up with tears.

He looked at the landscape painting hanging on the wall, trying to dispel the mist rising in his eyes, but to no avail.

So embarrassing.

Fool.

Fool.

Gu Yao reached out and hugged Qi Xuan, rubbing her head against his shoulder and wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

Qi Xuan was taken aback by the touch, but then felt the dampness on his shoulder.

The boy shed tears silently.

A pang of sadness shot through him, a bittersweet ache that he couldn't quite describe.

He didn't point it out, but simply raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's back.

It is a silent comfort.

Two hearts, pressed close together, beat again and again for each other, separated only by skin and two thin layers of clothing.

With a captivating melody.