Ink Blade

Lip Kiss (part 1)

After these two people tossed back and forth, this noisy night was unexpectedly almost over.

Mo Ren was aware that he had lost his composure and was about to retire, but Chu Yan was unwilling. With the idea of regulating the personal guard’s daily routine, he pushed Mo Ren to the inner side of the bed half forcefully and half coaxingly, ordered him to sleep with his eyes closed, and laid on the outer side beside him.

He thought it would be good to just close his eyes for a while, but he fell asleep before he knew it.

When he woke up again, dawn had just arrived on the horizon.

It was summer at present, night went by quickly and dawn came early. At this time, there were not many guests on the road, and the shops were not open yet, thus it was especially quiet at this moment.

There was a faint layer of fog in the streets and alleys, and the thin and long trees on both sides cast faint shadows from below, stretching out. From time to time, there would be three or two birds chirping in the treetops.

In the inn room, Mo Ren was now in a shallow sleep.

He had slept peacefully. He was pulled into Chu Yan's arms an hour ago, and he was still nestling on Chu Yan's chest obediently until morning came.

When sleeping, his brows and eyes softened, which was rare, and most of the coldness that enveloped his body disappeared like melted snow and ice, he looked very obedient.

When Chu Yan opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the person next to his pillow that was much softer than usual.

Mo Ren was so close to him, every inch of his pale side profile could be clearly seen.

Chu Yan stared at the guard for a long time with the laziness after waking up, folded his arms, and hugged him tighter.

The palace master thought to himself: Very well-behaved.

Especially those two lips, it finally no longer spits out those calm words of following the rules, and no longer tensing in fear.

After watching it for a long time, Chu Yan became inexplicably dizzy, his heart itched and heated up again, as if a cat's paw was scratching it.

Chu Yan thought at a loss: What’s wrong with him?

Could it be because of blood loss last night?

Before he had time to figure out the meaning of this feeling, taking advantage of this fleeting confusion, Chu Yan leaned over and wiped the corner of Mo Ren's lips like a dragonfly skimming over water. (TL: a superficial touch.)

Mo Ren's eyelashes moved, and then it quieted again, not waking up.

This was not considered a kiss, a kiss was different from a touch. Chu Yan slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Mo Ren's face, and did not leave for a long time.

In the refreshing morning sun, time also seemed to be unable to bear the passage of time.

After a few breaths, Chu Yan raised his hand and gently rubbed it against his thin lips.

How could I...

He frowned his slender eyebrows in confusion, as he was reminiscing about the ‘demons and gods at work circumstances’ of that moment. (TL: unexplained happenings; unexplained event crying out for a supernatural explanation, curious coincidence)

Just now, were those…..Ah Ren's lips?

It's not like those tempting fragrance of glutinous rice of beautiful pets, nor did it have an unknown sweet and greasy taste, nor such a thing as wanting to hook someone up for a kiss at any time with a cute pout and silly appearance.

To be honest, the difference between words like "temptation" and "flattering the master" was far more than a million miles away. Not attractive, not stunning, not even a response, and could only be called boring.

But the intriguing thing was, he…..for some reason, he felt that this gentle charm made his whole body tingled like being electrocuted.

Seeing the entangled blue and black locks of the two people on the pillow, the word "hair knot" involuntarily appeared in his mind. (TL: In marriage custom; a ceremony that symbolizes the union of husband and wife. When a husband and wife get married, each takes a piece of hair from his head and makes a knot, and the man and woman become husband and wife.)

Hair knot as the deed, to keep loving each other.

If Ah Ren could lie in his arms like this every day, everyday would be such an intimate gesture.

You can touch if you want to touch, you can hug if you want to, and even more intimate things...

Chu Yan felt a sultry flame rushing up in his heart, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and in a posture of half lying on Mo Ren, he lowered his head and covered the same place again.

It's just that this time it was a little more presumptuous. At first, he grinded a little finely, but was still not satisfied, and then tentatively opened his mouth a little, sucked the lower lip of the person in his arms, and licked with its tongue.

Oh, it's cool and...soft...

The corners of Chu Yan's eyes and brows were full of satisfaction. If the lingering love with Bai Hua tasted like a high-grade rose cake turning into a bowl of crispy sweetness, then the breath of the Mo Ren at this moment was simply a cup of bitter tea.

However, even though it was obviously very cold, thin and tedious, it could actually make him toss and turn, and be unable to stop even if wanting to.

Be unable to stop even if wanting to……

It turns out that Ah Ren's taste is actually "be unable to stop even if wanting to"?

Perhaps it was because of a guilty conscience, Chu Yan, who had tasted the fruit, didn't dare to stay for too long, and reluctantly left those cool jade-like lips. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the place where he tasted it just now, as if reluctant to part with it, and seemed like……the terrible eradication of corpses and erasing traces. (TL: Refers to the elimination of evidence) 

Withdrawing his hand, Chu Yan's eyes slid over Mo Ren's white neck, Adam's apple, and to the collarbone that was half hidden in his innergarment…

Mo Ren's stature was already thin, and coupled with his slender bones from practicing martial arts since childhood, his protruding collarbone was particularly delicate and beautiful. Chu Yan remembered, this place was damaged by scars and completely lost all beauty, but fortunately it was still so clean and beautiful at present.

Chu Yan moved his index finger to that position, almost intoxicated, stroked the place with hideous scars in his memory very carefully, and muttered a few affectionate whispers of “Ah Ren”.

Thinking about that, if it was a "married couple" relationship, such skin wandering and lingering would be a common occurrence. He gasped unconsciously and quickly, with a scorching temperature.