No matter how clear-headed Si Jinyan had been before, the moment he touched Chi Li now, it was like dry kindling meeting a blazing fire—he lost control and burned completely.
Skin, pheromones, voice, even a single expression—everything was enough to make Si Jinyan sink deeper and deeper.
Si Jinyan carried Chi Li into the bathroom. Before the dried stains on Chi Li's body had even been washed away, he was wrapped up again by that supple silver-black fishtail and marked anew.
At times, Chi Li leaned against the edge of the bathtub; at others, he was tightly coiled up and lifted into the air by the fishtail. His eyes were hazy as he looked at the dim yellow ceiling light, growing increasingly familiar with the sensation of scales brushing past him. Si Jinyan's low voice drifted near and far... At first, Chi Li still had the strength to scold Si Jinyan, but in the end, he could only let Si Jinyan do as he pleased.
After a long while, Si Jinyan looked at Chi Li, covered in marks that belonged to him. The fullness brought by the possessiveness stirring within him finally filled his chest completely.
Si Jinyan gradually came back to his senses as well. Like a beast recovering its reason, he looked at Chi Li's tightly shut eyes, furrowed brow, and utterly exhausted face. Only then did he finally suppress the urge rising within him once more.
After sleeping for a while, Chi Li opened his eyes and saw the bathroom around him and Si Jinyan's face.
The fishtail was curled around Chi Li to keep him from falling, while Si Jinyan rinsed the foam from his body. Seeing that he was awake, Si Jinyan said softly, "Almost done."
Chi Li first noticed the astonishingly hot temperature pressed