Chapter 167: My Turn

Chapter 167: My Turn

He leaned over, pressing his scorching body over him, bent his head, and placed a hot kiss on Meng Shu's earlobe.

The hot breath made Meng Shu flinch, turn his head away, his mind in chaos. "Mao Mao, did you really smash the Law to pieces?"

"What do you think?" Ling Qingjue's hand slid up along his slender waist, the shirt he had just put on bunched up around his chest, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

As soon as he touched him, Meng Shu shivered at the touch.

"Mao Mao," Meng Shu's voice was feeble. "Didn't you just say we needed to go through the adoption procedure first? Are you sure the Law won't bother you anymore?"

"We'll skip it. Make up for it later."

Ling Qingjue then answered the second question: "The Law hasn't appeared yet. Don't you understand?"

His fingers slowly caressed Meng Shu's chest, where the skin was soft and delicate, as if it would cling to his palm.

"I want you." Ling Qingjue said in a forceful tone that seemed to be discussing but actually gave Meng Shu no choice.

"I've waited for you so long—you owe me this."

Meng Shu strained to wrap his arms around his back, hooking his fingers down his spine, and laughed weakly. "I owe you, I owe you."

He lifted his head and placed a kiss on Ling Qingjue's lips.

Another kiss.

And another.

Ling Qingjue was clearly soothed by him. A pair of fluffy cat ears sprang out on his head. "One more kiss."

Meng Shu cupped his face and gave him several more kisses. "You can kiss me however you want. But, ahem, about going to bed… can we wait a little longer?"

Ling Qingjue lowered his eyelids, looking down at him from above, arrogantly: "No."

"Aren't you a cat with principles?"

"Principles can change."

Meng Shu laughed helplessly and gave in. "Are you topping me or am I topping you?"

Ling Qingjue thought about it seriously for a moment. "I'll top you. Because I'm the Demon King Cat Head."

So just because he's the Demon King Cat Head he can top me?!

Meng Shu retorted, "Then I'm the Round Table Knight!"

"You abandoned me for four hundred and eighty days." Ling Qingjue looked aggrieved. He glanced out the window; it was still raining.

"I've waited for you so long. Isn't this what you owe me?"

Playing the pity card worked perfectly on Meng Shu. Hearing this, he completely lay down flat. "Then go ahead. No big deal."

Ling Qingjue leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I'll take it slow."

Meng Shu raised his hand to touch his forehead, smiling a little foolishly. "I heard cats like you tend to have premature ejaculation."

"..."

Ling Qingjue sat up a little straighter, his pupils deep and dark, his brows and eyes sharp like blades. "Who told you that?"

"I saw it online." Meng Shu suppressed his laughter. "Is it true or false?"

Ling Qingjue said flatly, "You can try it."

Meng Shu reached out and grasped his wrist, holding that cold glass bead in his palm, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Don't make me laugh at you."

Ling Qingjue, without a word, wrapped his tail around Meng Shu's thigh, spreading his legs apart a little.

"It tickles," Meng Shu said, reaching for his tail. He hadn't seen it in so long; he missed Ling Qingjue's big tail, like a plush toy. "Why did you let it out again?"

Ling Qingjue was so flustered, insistently saying, "It's not under my control."

"Really?" Meng Shu gently stroked the tail, and immediately noticed Ling Qingjue straighten up.

He held back his smile. "Such a big reaction?"

His fingers curled into a circle, stroking the tail from the base to the tip.

Ling Qingjue's cat ears twitched even more violently. Flustered, he grabbed his hand and gasped indignantly, "Who told you to touch me!"

Meng Shu looked innocent. "Then you don't want me to touch it?"

"You're not allowed to touch!" Ling Qingjue insisted on being in control. He abruptly retracted his ears and tail, and at the same time used magic—the Binding Spell.

Meng Shu felt his wrists bound by something invisible and pinned down to the bed.

He tried to lift his leg, but his legs seemed trapped as well.

He couldn't move.

He could no longer tease Ling Qingjue.

Only then did Ling Qingjue smile lazily, looking over his body, his fingers slowly tracing his Adam's apple, collarbone, and finally coming to rest on his waist and abdomen.

"My turn."