CH 55
Ch 55 - Newest Top Celebrity x Washed Up Film Emperor: An Answer
The drunk young man became increasingly unreasonable, not listening to the other’s advice and arrogantly wanting to achieve his own goals.
Although the inside of the car was wide, it became cramped with two adult men crammed inside.
Squeezed close together, elbows touching legs, like intertwined branches.
“Let’s get you home first, alright? It’ll be quick.”
Yan Qin was a little wet from the rain from when he arrived and that moist smell had not yet disappeared, the surface of his body was a little cold, but his breath was urgent and scalding.
The young man didn’t speak, tightly pursing his lips, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face.
He knelt on the spacious seat and crawled towards the other car door, seemingly wanting to leave.
The smooth and round curves between his long legs and waist swayed lightly with his movements, and the folds in his clothes changed accordingly.
“Angry?”
Yan Qin grabbed the young man’s thin, pale ankle and prevented him from moving, his tone carrying a bit of a smile.
The thin lips under his tall, straight nose bridge lifted, and his eyes were a deep black.
“You don’t deserve to be my dog.”
Lin Sui tilted his head, his tone ice-cold.
His drunkenness had gradually dyed his face as colourful as peaches and plums.
At this moment he was the escaping prey, and he was also the arrogant master.
“Since this is your request, don’t get angry once you sober up.”
Yan Qin’s voice was slightly hoarse, his fingers tightened a bit and he dragged Lin Sui towards himself.
The black car roof was like the pitch-black curtain of night, starless and cloudless.
The black van stopped at a corner of the bar’s underground garage was like a silent behemoth, swallowing up and concealing all the spring flowers and the autumn moon1.
Occasionally, a few nearby cars would enter or drive away, and the dim light would illuminate the watery mist in the beauty’s eyes, which was faint and hard to see clearly.
Lin Sui’s mouth had been covered, he was like a sacrificial offering, and like monster partaking in a meal.
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1 From a poem, a metaphor used to describe a wonderful time spent in a beautiful location, also being used euphemistically since spring has connotations of love and lust. Top.
2 Lady Meng Jiang, or Meng Jiang Woman, is from a Qin dynasty folk tale. Her husband went to work to build the Great Wall, she went to visit him to bring him winter clothes but heard he’d already died, and cried so much her tears broke down a stretch of the Wall and revealed his body. Top.
The drunk young man became increasingly unreasonable, not listening to the other’s advice and arrogantly wanting to achieve his own goals.
Although the inside of the car was wide, it became cramped with two adult men crammed inside.
Squeezed close together, elbows touching legs, like intertwined branches.
“Let’s get you home first, alright? It’ll be quick.”
Yan Qin was a little wet from the rain from when he arrived and that moist smell had not yet disappeared, the surface of his body was a little cold, but his breath was urgent and scalding.
The young man didn’t speak, tightly pursing his lips, his annoyance clearly displayed on his face.
He knelt on the spacious seat and crawled towards the other car door, seemingly wanting to leave.
The smooth and round curves between his long legs and waist swayed lightly with his movements, and the folds in his clothes changed accordingly.
“Angry?”
Yan Qin grabbed the young man’s thin, pale ankle and prevented him from moving, his tone carrying a bit of a smile.
The thin lips under his tall, straight nose bridge lifted, and his eyes were a deep black.
“You don’t deserve to be my dog.”
Lin Sui tilted his head, his tone ice-cold.
His drunkenness had gradually dyed his face as colourful as peaches and plums.
At this moment he was the escaping prey, and he was also the arrogant master.
“Since this is your request, don’t get angry once you sober up.”
Yan Qin’s voice was slightly hoarse, his fingers tightened a bit and he dragged Lin Sui towards himself.
The black car roof was like the pitch-black curtain of night, starless and cloudless.
The black van stopped at a corner of the bar’s underground garage was like a silent behemoth, swallowing up and concealing all the spring flowers and the autumn moon1.
Occasionally, a few nearby cars would enter or drive away, and the dim light would illuminate the watery mist in the beauty’s eyes, which was faint and hard to see clearly.
Lin Sui’s mouth had been covered, he was like a sacrificial offering, and like monster partaking in a meal.
◆◇◆◇◆◇◆
1 From a poem, a metaphor used to describe a wonderful time spent in a beautiful location, also being used euphemistically since spring has connotations of love and lust. Top.
2 Lady Meng Jiang, or Meng Jiang Woman, is from a Qin dynasty folk tale. Her husband went to work to build the Great Wall, she went to visit him to bring him winter clothes but heard he’d already died, and cried so much her tears broke down a stretch of the Wall and revealed his body. Top.
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