Chaochao, did you like it?
Did he like the sensual memories of that night, or did he like Fu Sichen himself?
Xu Chao, who had always been so eloquent, now felt as though fine sand had clogged his throat. He tentatively opened his mouth, but not a sound came out.
More precisely, he had no idea what to say, nor did he dare say anything.
He was a thief who had stolen someone else's body, and now he was going to keep stealing memories, stealing...
But suddenly, the man's warm, gentle breath brushed the corner of his lips, sending a fine, tingling itch through him.
Xu Chao opened his mouth in confusion. "Ah Chen?"
Fu Sichen pecked his lips, his voice low and soft. "I won't ask anymore. I know perfectly well how much you love me."
Xu Chao made a small sound of surprise, instinctively wanting to ask how Fu Sichen knew when he hadn't said anything.
But the instant he parted his lips, the man's tongue slipped inside, wet and slick, utterly possessive...
It was as though he had returned to that delirious night when the wrong drug had been given, or to every desperate, entwined encounter with that man in his dreams...
Xu Chao felt as though he were immersed in a warm spring, soaking until his whole body grew hot and weak, his head too dazed to think.
Then, suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a tiny red mole over the man's heart, and he jolted to attention.
That mole!
The man in his erotic dreams had one too!
Fu Sichen had one too!
Its position and size were exactly the same!
Wait, what on earth was going on?
The question had barely surfaced in his mind when a sudden, fierce pain swept through his entire