77 : I won't let you go

 Yin Luo was so entangled with him that she could barely stand, and she pushed him away weakly.

They could have talked properly, so why did he always have to kiss her first?

The tingling sensation on her lips and the soreness in her cheeks from the impact made her angry, her face fierce: "Let go of me first."

The person in her arms smelled so good, Duan Muze really didn't want to let go, but seeing Yin Luo's face turn red from being held back,

he finally released her. Yin Luo lifted her face, unaware of how bad her face looked—several finger marks on her chin, damp tear stains half-dry, her eyelashes sticking together, exceptionally soft and wet.

Even her voice was muffled and wet: "Why do you always kiss for so long..."

Duan Muze understood what she meant, his eyes brightening: "I...we used to kiss for this long too? Then in the future—"

"No!" Yin Luo interrupted him fiercely, "You haven't remembered yet, I don't want to kiss you, and you shouldn't kiss me in the future either." This endless kissing

was exhausting.

The initial impulse had subsided. Duan Muze, who had been a mad dog recklessly forcing his master's mouth open, reverted to a dutiful dog who, even when driven to madness by the urge to dominate his master, desperately restrained himself to please her.

However, Yin Luo's lips, still wet and red from the kiss, were likely chafed and parted, seemingly unable to close completely. Her red nose made her look pitiful, yet strangely alluring…

It was unbearable.

Duan Muze suppressed his impulse, pulled a tissue from the hotel table, and carefully wiped Yin Luo's small, palm-sized face clean.

His actions and expression were exactly the same as before.

Seeing him like this, Yinluo's anger subsided considerably. Noticing he was still wearing his shirt and trousers, though they were disheveled from the kiss, he was still neat overall. he asked, "Aren't you going to the hot springs?"

Duan Muze was overjoyed that Yinluo had spoken to him first and didn't dare to be negligent, immediately replying, "I was going to invite you to my room to soak."

"..."

Just that one kiss had left him breathless; now they wanted to soak in the hot springs together? Yinluo frowned, looking at the man in disbelief: "Do you really think I'm stupid? I'm not going."

Duan Muze, of course, didn't dare say anything more at this point.

He finished wiping Yinluo's smeared face, his gaze unconsciously falling on the boy's wrist.

He had noticed it earlier; there was a light-colored mole on it. He lowered his head, unable to resist tracing the mole with his fingers until the surrounding skin was reddened.

"Not just this one..."

Duan Muze seemed to suddenly remember something, squatted down, and looked up at the boy sitting on the bed: "Yinyin."

Yinluo didn't want to talk to him, but seeing the devout and ardent expression on his face, he couldn't bear not to speak, so he hummed softly.

"Yinyin, do you have moles like this in other places too?"

Yinluo: "Think for yourself."

Duan Muze used to love licking his two moles. Just thinking about it made his ears burn... Yinluo stretched out his foot and kicked Duan Muze hard: "Don't keep touching them. If you're free, go back quickly."

Duan Muze gave him a deep look, but seeing that Yinluo was unhappy, he left the room without saying anything.

After the man left, Yinluo lay on the bed for a while, regained his strength, and then got up and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw that a large area of ​​skin on his neck and shoulders was covered with mottled marks.

When did he suck on them? Like a dog.

Looking like this, it was definitely impossible to soak in the hot springs, but having finally come out, Yinluo didn't want to stay in the room all the time. So he changed into a shirt that could cover his neck and prepared to go out and check out other activities besides the hot springs.

Several floors of the hotel had entertainment facilities, including movies, game consoles, billiards, and even aromatherapy massage services, but these places were always crowded, so Yinluo skipped them.

He first went to the buffet floor, ate some steak and fruit, and then started wandering around the entire floor.

After a while, Yinluo wandered into a small bar, which looked like a quiet bar, with a deep, lingering male singer's voice emanating from inside.

Yinluo finally became interested.

He looked up; the name was a very long English word, which he didn't recognize at first glance. Inside was a bar counter; it wasn't crowded, and the environment looked quite elegant and comfortable.

The bartender was a handsome young man, currently mixing drinks. Yinluo sat down on the chair at the far end, and as soon as he sat down, the young man leaned over: "What would you like to drink?"

The dim lighting in the bar illuminated the young man's delicate profile, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Yinluo knew he couldn't drink, but the atmosphere was so nice, so he asked, "Do you have anything non-alcoholic?"

The young man immediately recognized him as the type who wasn't into drinking, but was undeniably handsome, so he said, "Let me pour you a lemonade."

Yinluo thanked him, gulped down the lemonade, and then a glass of wine was suddenly pushed towards him. He paused, looking at the man.

"Are you alone

?" The man was a young man in a silk floral shirt, not bad-looking, but Yinluo had seen too much Duan Muze, and his standards hadn't dropped, so in his eyes he was just an ordinary man.

Yinluo ignored him.

Seeing the boy's stubbornness, the man found it even more interesting. His gaze swept over Yinluo's face before pausing. His

lips were swollen from being kissed, and there were hickeys on his neck, clearly indicating he'd been with someone. He thought this was the boy's way of seducing him, but he was indeed hooked, staring intently at him: "This drink is on you, want some?"

Yinluo gave him a haughty look, and after a moment, reached for the glass.

The man, thinking he'd softened her, was about to take the next step when the glass

of wine was snatched away first. The tall, handsome man downed his drink in one gulp, then stared at her menacingly: "He's with someone."

A few simple words, yet they exuded an aura of superiority.

Those who had intended to provoke Yin Luo immediately left, and the waiter was called away, leaving only Yin Luo and Duan Muze at the bar.

Yin Luo hadn't expected the man to appear so suddenly and snatch the wine from her hand: "Why are you here?"

Duan Muze: "I've been following you."

"..." Yin Luo looked at the wine stains on his lips, "Why are you drinking that? I was about to throw it at him."

Duan Muze spoke the truth: "I thought you were going to drink the wine given to you by another man."

Yin Luo was speechless.

It seemed that in Duan Muze's eyes, there were only three kinds of men in the world: himself, the other men, and the other men. He was almost laughing in anger, especially since the other customers in the bar had been staring at them. Yin Luo got off her chair, and Duan Muze immediately clung to her.

Yin Luo knew the man was following behind him, but he didn't mind. Actually, Duan Muze looked quite handsome when he was drinking earlier, his Adam's apple bobbing back and forth, his neck full of life.

As he thought about it, his ears got a little hot, and he coughed uncomfortably. He couldn't help but look up at Duan Muze, only to find that the other man looked very strange.

There are indeed people who get drunk easily, but the redness on Duan Muze's face didn't seem like he was drunk; it was more like… Yin Luo couldn't quite put her finger on it, especially since the man's expression was somewhat restrained, and the veins on his forehead and neck were bulging.

They were covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Yin Luo was startled, her voice panicked: "Duan…Duan Muze, you…what's wrong with you?"

Ever since he finished drinking, Duan Muze had vaguely sensed something was wrong, and now, as time had passed

, that heat surged from a certain unspeakable place, spreading throughout his body.

Gradually, he couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly anymore; all he could see was the person next to him. The boy's beautiful neck was exposed in front of him, making him unable to resist the urge to press it against him.

Especially when the other's watery eyes and anxious face came closer, he felt like he was about to explode.

Fireworks exploded in his mind, and all his impulses urged him to quickly pin the boy down and shut his mouth.

However, the last shred of reason prevailed; Duan Muze tried to push the boy away but accidentally touched Yin Luo's fingers. It was cool, soft, and smooth.

He steadied his breathing, and it took him a while to find his voice: "...It's nothing."

"How can you be okay like this? Was it that drink earlier—" Yin Luo stopped mid-sentence, only to realize something when he caught a glimpse of the man's unnatural reaction.

That drink had been spiked.

How could he have drunk it directly?! Yin Luo was both angry and helpless. Blaming the other person at this point was useless. He quickly grabbed Duan Muze's arm, pulling him as close to him as possible.

*

Duan Muze's room was on the top floor. Yin Luo dragged him into the elevator, and after pressing the floor button, he was completely exhausted. Just then, Duan Muze leaned in and pressed his face against his skin.

Yin Luo shuddered from the heat.

He didn't have time to think about himself; he was terrified by Duan Muze's excessively high body temperature.

"Duan Muze?" Yin Luo tried to call him, but received only a muffled groan from the boy and an even closer press... Yin Luo dared not call him anymore.

He could feel Duan Muze's pain; the sweat had smeared all over his neck, making it sticky.

Yin Luo was a germaphobe, but he didn't think Duan Muze was dirty.

He reached out and placed his palm on Duan Muze's burning face, trying to make him more comfortable.

The two of them were like conjoined twins in the elevator. As soon as the elevator opened, Duan Muze suddenly let go of him and walked out alone: ​​"Go back to your room."

Yin Luo was stunned: "You... are you alright alone? I'll call a doctor for you."

"It's okay, I can stay here by myself."

Duan Muze's voice was hoarse beyond words, and he was practically burning with rage. In his eyes, Yin Luo at this moment was like a budding rose, fragrant and alluring.

He couldn't bear to stay any longer.

Duan Muze turned around, his eyes lowered, his lips tightly pressed together, his whole body tense. When he reached the room door, he swiped his card and opened the door.

His senses were dulled until he entered the room and didn't realize that Yin Luo had followed him in.

He felt his blood boiling, and the boy's still worried expression made his breath hotter. He was burning up, and instantly scooped Yinluo up, pressing her against the door.

His voice was hoarse, yet filled with a desperate plea: "I'm giving you one last chance."

"You know what will happen if you stay here," Duan Muze wanted Yinluo, wanted her to the point of madness, but the timing and circumstances weren't right; he would restrain himself. But the other girl kept clinging to him. So

he gave the choice to him. 

"If you don't leave now, even if you cry, I won't let you go!"

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