After gazing down at Che Quan for two seconds, Jiang Cong's long lashes trembled almost imperceptibly, and he lowered himself over Che Quan, who was staring up at him in a daze.
While Che Quan was still somewhat bewildered, Jiang Cong spoke in a pleasing voice gone utterly hoarse. "Che Quan, please, don't refuse me."
"Refuse... what?"
Not understanding, Che Quan asked softly, instinctively wrapping his arms around the silver-haired young man above him.
Jiang Cong did not answer.
He let his actions speak for him.
Soft, lingering kisses fell again and again.
Each one drew Che Quan's awareness deeper into a haze.
Without his noticing, the darkness deepened, and Che Quan suddenly caught the rich, lovely fragrance emanating from Jiang Cong again.
That fragrance seeped everywhere, refreshing him to his very core.
It was the mating scent unique to a half-human half-vampire. Although Che Quan had caught it several times before, it had always been faint and elusive, as though Jiang Cong had been suppressing it.
Now, however, Jiang Cong seemed to have no desire to suppress it any longer, releasing it without restraint.
So Jiang Cong was...
Che Quan finally realized something. His eyes widened slightly as he stared unblinkingly at the young man above him.
Those usually placid eyes had now grown utterly dark, their jewel-like pupils filled with his reflection.
It was hard to resist.
He was powerless against it.
Che Quan's Adam's apple bobbed gently as a familiar heat surged through his body.
It was the strange sensation he had only experienced when the skin hunger syndrome buff took effect in the first instance.
Yet now, just Jiang Cong's intent gaze and closeness had brought that same sensation back.
"May I?" Jiang Cong's voice was hoarse and utterly beguiling, his slow, almost pleading words seeming