Kisses rained over his face, accompanied by cool breaths and sighs.
Shen Yangge's limbs were weak. The suffocating sensation brought on by skin hunger syndrome seemed to ease beneath that shower of kisses, and he gulped down air, his mouth open.
The corners of his eyes had reddened, his lashes trembled faintly, and his body shook slightly with his desperate breathing after nearly suffocating.
Chu Xuanzhen patted his back gently, over and over, making no attempt to conceal the madness in his eyes. He rested his chin on the head of the man in his arms, nestling against his soft hair, his voice low and sinister. "As long as you behave."
"Whatever you want."
"I will give it to you."
Chu Xuanzhen ran his five slender fingers through the ends of that black hair, then clasped the back of Shen Yangge's head and pressed him against his chest.
The ringing that had deafened him was slowly fading. Shen Yangge had only vaguely caught the last sentence, and he was bewildered for a moment.
When he realized someone was holding him, his almond-shaped eyes immediately widened. His limbs were still somewhat weak, but that did not mean he was willing to let Chu Xuanzhen hold him like this.
Shen Yangge raised his hands, set them on Chu Xuanzhen's shoulders, and pushed. "Your Highness, I am fine now. You may release me."
His voice sounded a little feeble, his breath brushing Chu Xuanzhen's lapels.
Chu Xuanzhen withdrew his hand and tugged at his own collar with two slender fingers.
"Tell me, Shen Zhuanxie, what do you want?"
[-I want you to execute me!]
[-Right now, this very instant. Get on with it already.]
Shen Yangge pushed again, but still could not budge him. He could only murmur, "I would like Your Highness