31 : Kiss better than they do

 Shall we take a shower?

Yin Luo's pupils seemed to shrink in surprise.

When he felt awkward, his brows would furrow and his mouth would slightly open, his innocent yet alluring appearance irresistible.

Just like now, even though nothing had been done, just looking at him like that made Duan Muze feel seduced. But he maintained his aloof persona: "I can shower myself." Upon

hearing this, Yin Luo immediately made a decision: "No… I… I'll help you shower."

Duan Muze's arm was in such a state; he probably couldn't do anything to him.

Or perhaps, the other person just genuinely wanted to take a shower.

He shouldn't think too badly of others.

So, even though Yin Luo had never showered with anyone before, he agreed, despite his own straight-man mentality.

The bathroom was in the ward, and the ward had sufficient heating, which was quite convenient.

Yin Luo took off his coat, then, worried about getting his pants wet, took his shorts and went into the bathroom to change. After changing, he saw Duan Muze already waiting at the door with a change of clothes and a towel.

"So fast..."

Yin Luo slipped through the gap beside him, hung up his pants, and placed them at the foot of the bed.

He hesitated whether to bring his phone in; Yin Yuzhou had been calling frequently these past few days.

In the end, Yin Luo took his phone in and said to Duan Muze, "Let's go."

Perhaps the light wasn't bright enough, or perhaps he hadn't looked closely, but Yin Luo overlooked the man's increasingly dark eyes and the indelible desire within them.

*

The bathroom was very warm, and Yin Luo didn't feel cold even though he was dressed lightly. He placed his phone on the sink, some distance from the showerhead, and turned to look at Duan Muze, not even having started to take off his coat.

Yin Luo: "..."

Was he waiting for him to help him take it off?

The system couldn't help but interject: [The male lead seems to have this in mind.]

The bathroom temperature rose higher and higher, making Yin Luo's cheeks flush pink. He blinked and looked around at Duan Muze: "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

Duan Muze casually tossed aside his clean clothes: "I'm right-handed, I might not be able to take them off with one hand."

The man's skin was pale, giving him a sickly appearance. His tone wasn't as cold as usual, and coupled with that "if you don't care about me, I'll fend for myself" look, Yin Luo's heart immediately softened.

Duan Muze was wearing a black hoodie with a short-sleeved shirt underneath

. Yin Luo lifted the hem of the shirt and whispered instructions: "Raise your hand, left hand..."

Duan Muze cooperated.

However, Yin Luo was a head shorter than him, so he had to be very close to take off his clothes.

His face was pink and small, and his skin looked incredibly smooth. He stood on tiptoe and pressed

himself against him. He was also gently biting his lips.

His cautious manner made it seem like he was asking for a kiss.

"Lower your head." The voice, damp with moisture, brought Duan Muze back to his senses. He held his breath, paused for a moment, and lowered his head.

The man was usually cautious and aloof, resisting everyone's approach and disdaining everyone's orders. But now, he obediently followed a seemingly harmless boy.

Finally, after taking off all his clothes, Yin Luo felt his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Sticky and uncomfortable.

But this was far from being a shower.

Duan Muze's physique was well-developed, not the kind of overly muscular but rather fluid and sculpted, probably feeling quite nice to the touch.

The system suddenly asked: [Host, would you like to touch it?]

Yin Luo: [...]!

He blushed even more: [Don't say such strange things, I'm just envious, envious.]

Unlike his stomach, which was white and even a little soft to the touch.

With his shirt off, he should be able to take off his pants with one hand. Yin Luo tried to keep his voice natural: "Then you can take them off yourself."

Without looking at Duan Muze, he went directly to the bathroom stall to turn on the shower.

Just as the hot water was set to the right temperature, the door slammed shut

.

Yin Luo's back stiffened, and she turned around, startled.

Duan Muze had already taken off all his clothes and casually closed the stall door.

Yin Luo looked away and handed him the showerhead: "You... come a little closer, take this and rinse yourself off first." Duan Muze

moved closer and took it.

His fingers brushed against the back of Yin Luo's hand.

His body temperature was hotter than the water flowing from the showerhead... Yin Luo planned to squeeze some shower gel onto a towel so that while Duan Muze was showering, he could just stand by and hold the showerhead.

Helping someone shower... it was still quite strange.

The hospital stalls were already small, and Duan Muze, tall and broad, practically

took , making Yin Luo look like she was being forced into a corner.

The steam gradually filled the air, making everything misty.

Yin Luo felt it wasn't as strange as it had seemed at first, and Duan Muze really was just taking a shower. Gradually, the boy lowered his guard, even helping the other man wash his shoulders.

He didn't know that every move he made was fatally alluring to Duan Muze.

Whether it was the delicate, fair fingers, the fragrance that couldn't be masked by the shower gel, or the pink body hidden beneath the clothes gradually becoming damp with steam.

Finally, it was over.

Yin Luo turned off the shower. He got a dry towel and bathrobe from outside, and with Duan Muze's cooperation, the shower wasn't tiring, although his clothes were almost completely soaked in the stall.

He'd just shower himself later.

Yin Luo grabbed another dry towel and held it out to the man: "Want to dry your hair?"

Duan Muze leaned closer and lowered his head.

Like a big dog… After this thought crossed his mind, Yin Luo paused. He placed the dry towel on Duan Muze's hair and slowly rubbed it. Halfway through, the other man suddenly looked up.

That face suddenly loomed close, and Yin Luo didn't react.

Duan Muze: "It itches."

W-what?

Duan Muze murmured, "My ears are so itchy."

After a moment's hesitation, Yin Luo used a towel to wipe his ears. Just as she was thinking about whether she could ask someone to go out and dry their hair, her phone, which was on the sink, started vibrating incessantly.

Yin Luo assumed it was Yin Yuzhou calling and immediately let go of her ear. She went to check; the contact name was "Lu Ran."

However, Duan Muze interpreted her hasty actions as a wish for someone else to contact her. The man's face darkened. He took the towel with one hand and glanced back at the screen.

It was Yin Luo's roommate.

Yin Luo had already answered the phone: "Hello, it's not convenient right now, can we talk later?"

"Um, could you save me a seat for class tomorrow? And today's notes... Thank you, Lu Ran."

"Ah? I'll video call you later. Um..."

A gloomy mood quickly accumulated in Duan Muze's dark pupils, making his face look gloomy and terrifying no matter how you looked at it. Like the calm before a storm.

Does he talk to all men like this?

Soft and drawn-out, like he's being coquettish, which is why he attracts so many people.

Yin Luo was oblivious, only wanting to finish his shower quickly so he could call Lu Ran and catch up on his class notes. He asked Duan Muze, "You seem to be able to go out and dry your hair now, so get some rest after you're done."

Duan Muze gave a blank "Mmm."

Yin Luo was a little tired, stretched his limbs slightly, and was just about to put down his phone when he heard a "click"—the door that had been closed didn't open, and was even locked.

Before he could react, the boy was directly lifted onto the sink by the man, and his phone was snatched away.

The next moment, Duan Muze cupped Yin Luo's fair and delicate neck and fiercely pressed his lips against his.

"Ugh—"

The violent action made Yin Luo wince in pain, and he instinctively opened his mouth only to have it immediately invaded.

It was filled with the man's overwhelming sense of aggression.

He couldn't breathe at all, and his eyelashes immediately welled up with tears.

Duan Muze had no experience with kissing, so it couldn't be called a kiss at all. It was more like a beast devouring him after its desires had been suppressed for a long time. It was

all about biting and nibbling.

Yin Luo's skin was thin and sensitive to begin with, and with this, his mouth felt numb and painful from the inside out, so painful that tears were about to come out, but he didn't have the strength to push it away.

He even wondered if Duan Muze's left or right shoulder was injured? Should he not push him away so forcefully?

So in the end, he didn't dare to resist.

That experience that he dared not recall reappeared in his mind.

In high school, the boy who had forcibly kissed him had also kissed him in this chaotic, fierce, and brutal way, as if he wanted to swallow him completely.

Or is this how all kisses are—fierce and urgent, leaving his mouth sore but unwilling to let go?

Unable to push her away with his arms, Yinluo could only turn her face away to express her resistance. However, Duan Muze had already lost the rationality of an adult; he only felt that the person in his arms smelled so good.

Soft, fragrant lips.

Her lip was small and delicate.

So even when Yinluo turned her face to him, he continued to kiss her in the same way, quickly turning half of Yinluo's face red.

Yinluo was annoyed by his kisses, feeling uncomfortable, angry, and ashamed. This time, she finally ignored his injury and pushed him back: "Don't touch me! How come you can't kiss either!"

"My mouth is so sore."

Duan Muze hadn't expected Yinluo to push him so hard; unexpectedly, he was pushed back a large step.

This distance was just enough for him to see Yinluo's face clearly.

Her originally fair face was now completely pink from his kisses, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her eyes were full of tears. Her mouth was the worst affected area.

Her face was covered in shallow bite marks, as if a gentle touch would release fragrant rose juice.

Her eyes were now upturned, misty, and her mouth was slightly open, beckoning someone to kiss her, so alluring it was impossible to look away.

Yet her expression was innocent and aggrieved.

...He was aggrieved?

Duan Muze only then realized what Yin Luo had just said. Jealousy overwhelmed his reason, and he completely tore away his usual aloof demeanor, now resembling more like a husband whose wife had cheated on him.

"You said 'also'? Who else did you let kiss you?"

Yin Luo sniffed, her expression blank, clearly only just realizing what she had said.

However, in Duan Muze's eyes, this became a powder keg, unleashing all his jealousy and madness in a vicious way: "Was that your roommate who called you just now? And the man who came into your room last time, do you usually talk to them like that?"

"A soft voice, and they'll do anything for you."

"Of course, they'll ask you to open your mouth, and you just do it."

"Just like now, with that look on your face towards me."

"You're going to video chat with others like that? Do you know what kind of expression you're making right now?"

Instantly, Duan Muze felt a sharp, dull pain in his shoulder.

Yin Luo pushed against the man's wound.

At this moment, he looked at Duan Muze in disbelief. He had been dazed from the kiss, his mind still foggy, but now he was a little more awake, and then he heard these words.

How could he do this… Yin Luo bit his lip lightly, then immediately let go.

His lips were already killing him from the kiss.

He stared into the dark eyes of the man opposite him, and couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat… He had even felt guilty for getting injured because of him saving him. He had even helped him take a bath.

Soft, wet tears slowly streamed down Yinluo's face, making him look pitiful and tearful. He wanted to hold back, but Duan Muze's words were too infuriating.

He wanted to say something in retort, but... but...

Suddenly, something warm and soft touched his cheek, gently wiping away his tears, little by little, very tenderly.

After Duan Muze kissed away all his tears, he lowered his head and nuzzled Yinluo's neck, his voice almost coaxing: "I was wrong..."

"I was wrong, Yinyin."

"They all call you that, and I want to call you that too."

Duan Muze seemed to no longer care about his aloof image, only afraid that Yinluo would get angry and ignore him again. Those troublesome men were his own doing, so he couldn't blame Yinluo.

At this moment, he was like a large dog afraid of being abandoned by its owner, suppressing his jealous and crazy emotions, just nuzzling his owner's neck little by little: "I like you so much, Yinyin." 

"Can I kiss you one more time? I promise I'll kiss you better than all of them"

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