Jiang Cong leaned close to Che Quan's ear, his voice low and rich, like the elegant notes of a piano.
"Then may I claim my winnings?"
Each unhurried word seemed to caress Che Quan's eardrum, making his heart tremble.
Che Quan could not help lifting his chin slightly. From Jiang Cong's angle, he could clearly see the faint tension along Che Quan's perfectly sculpted jaw, which made him all the more alluring.
Jiang Cong's Adam's apple bobbed silently.
Before Che Quan could answer, his lips brushed the tip of Che Quan's ear.
Che Quan tensed even further, his fangs pressing deeper into his lips despite himself.
A faint blush even spread across his pale, exquisite cheeks.
The sight made Jiang Cong's gaze grow darker and deeper.
This time, the kiss moved to Che Quan's lips. Che Quan said nothing, his attitude seemingly unclear, yet he quietly, slowly retracted his fangs.
No one knew how much time passed. Soft, intermittent sounds lingered in the dark room.
Che Quan's crimson eyes grew deeper and more vivid.
When Jiang Cong met them, his gaze softened further, and he could not help leaning in to kiss him again and again.
After a long while, Che Quan said, his voice slightly languid and trembling, "Hey, Jiang Cong, isn't-isn't that enough?"
Having tasted such sweetness, the silver-haired young man wanted more. He answered in a low, husky voice, "Not enough."
The next day.
Che Quan woke languidly from his dark dreams.
The first thing he felt was an unfamiliar soreness and weakness.
He frowned slightly and turned his head, only to find Jiang Cong beside him.
Last night-had they actually slept together?
Che Quan fell silent for a few seconds, then met Jiang Cong's pale eyes as they slowly opened.
A moment later, those