Couldn’t Stand it Anymore (1)
W-What happened to human etiquette?
Shi An’s mind went blank for a moment, panicking as he pressed his hand against Mu Heng’s chest.
The other man’s clothes were thin and the heat of his body spread out from where they were pressed together, making him a little overwhelmed.
There was always a feeling that something wasn’t right…
The man’s long, firm fingers pressed against the back of the young man’s neck, his fingers burning, causing a vague shiver to run through him.
“Open your mouth.”
Mu Heng’s voice was husky, low, and magnetic, with a coaxing tone.
He ran his fingers over the back of the other man’s delicate white nape and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Be good.”
Shi An’s body went limp and a tiny whimper spilt out of his throat.
He felt as if his whole body had been thrown into the hot, bubbling water, and his mind was dizzy.
His teeth were pried open in confusion.
The tip of his tongue felt numb from the sucking and saliva he couldn’t swallow slid down the corners of his mouth.
A burning heat emanated from the contact, snaking its way through every inch of skin as if it were burning from the inside out.
Strange.
It was a bit like being in heat, but not quite the same. His mind wasn’t burned to a crisp as earlier, but this half-awake, half-dazed sensation left more of an impression.
Without realizing it, Shi An was already pressed into the other man’s arms.
The man’s hands were firm around his waist, his warm, hot palms pressed against the soft, taut waistline, sliding in along the hem of his shirt.
“Wuu!”
The young man shuddered slightly and instinctively tried to curl up tighter. The corners of his eyes flushed red, looking more pitiful and cute.
Mu Heng’s eyes darkened.
He knew very well that if he didn’t stop, he might lose total control of himself.
Mu Heng lowered his eyes and gazed deeply at Shi An in his arms.
Shi An’s eyelashes fluttered, his dark eyes covered in a layer of watery mist, his eyes dazed, his breathing rapid, like a small animal that had been bullied so badly that one could not help but want to bully it a little more.
Mu Heng felt a hot sensation rise from his lower abdomen.
Not now, at least.
And not here, either.
He closed his eyes and stopped himself from taking the next step with great self-control, ending the kiss.
Mu Heng’s eyes were deep and dark, with a bit of aggression that was hard to contain.
He slowly raised his hand and wiped away the wet mark on Shi An’s lips with his fingertips, pausing slightly without a trace the moment his fingertips swiped the corner of the other’s lips.
So soft.
Mu Heng tilted the other party’s chin and gently sucked down on Shi An’s lips, his voice low and muffled. “… It doesn’t matter. You can practice it in the future.”
I will teach you little by little.
Shi An blinked his eyes and gasped for air.
He finally didn’t hold back and snapped, somewhat bewildered. “… A-Are you also like this with other people?”
Is that truly etiquette?
It wasn’t right, was it?
Mu Heng’s fingertips paused slightly, and he frowned. “Of course not.”
Was that the impression he had left on Shi An?
…?
So, it was etiquette, but not to everyone?
Shi An was truly confused at this point.
Something wasn’t right, was it? There was something not quite right somewhere, wasn’t there?
Mu Heng rubbed his fingertips against the other party’s jawline, narrowing his eyes slightly as he said, “So you’re not allowed to do this other than with me, either. Do you understand?”
Under the other party’s intense stare, Shi An nodded confusedly.
At that moment, the door was opened from the outside. Zhuo Fu stood in the doorway and fell silent, gazing at the scene before him that could not help but make people overthink. “…”
“Am I interrupting you guys?”
Mu Heng’s hand that was clasped around Shi An’s waist tightened without any half-hearted intention of loosening it and his pair of ice-cold blue eyes narrowed slightly as he said slowly and deliberately, “What’s the matter? Say it.”
Zhuo Fu: “…”
I can’t stand it.
If the situation weren’t urgent, he would never bother Mu Heng at this time.
Zhuo Fu said as quickly as he could, “Traces of a new abyss rift have been detected in the southern part of the Central District. The magic fluctuation isn’t small, so we might need to send someone over to have a look at it.”
Mu Heng’s eyes were shocked. “What?”
***
When Wen Yao received the news and arrived, she was met with a chaotic scene.
Mu Heng had draped himself in his coat, leaving Zhuo Fu on the side to grind his teeth, indifferent to the situation, clearly having decided to take matters into his own hands. The other person, Shi An, was sitting on the bed with his head down and she was unsure of what he was thinking.
When Zhuo Fu saw Wen Yao coming, he seemed to have seen his savior. “Yao Yao, you’re finally here! Please persuade your chief. He’s not fit to go out on fieldwork with his injury yet…”
Wen Yao frowned. “Don’t call me Yao Yao.”
“…” Zhuo Fu had a hurt expression on his face.
Wen Yao whipped her head towards Mu Heng and said, “But what Zhuo Fu had said earlier is right. Sir, you’re not suitable for fieldwork in your condition now. The fluctuation of the abyss rift has just appeared and shouldn’t have expanded yet. Why don’t you let me take charge of this survey work and bring people–”
Mu Heng put on his gloves and raised his eyes coldly. “With the current manpower?”
The several battles in the Aiwen District had taken a considerable toll on Mu Heng’s men and the number of wounded was high, with many not yet returned to their positions.
And more importantly, Mu Heng had a premonition about it.
