Chapter 78: Into a Post-Apocalyptic Superpower Novel, Day 30 (Extra 3)

Chapter 78 The Thirtieth Day of Entering the Apocalypse Superpower Novel (Extra 3)

His response wasn't intense, yet it carried a fatal allure, as if he'd softly flicked a switch.

Ji Zishi deepened the kiss abruptly, his arms encircling An Yi's waist, pulling him tighter into his embrace, almost molding him into his body.

He greedily breathed in An Yi's scent, exploring every sweet inch of him, as if pouring all the love and longing he had accumulated over this time into this kiss.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of body wash, the fragrance of summer night grass and trees, and the gradually heating, heated, intimate breaths.

An Yi initially maintained a bit of clarity, but soon yielded step by step under Ji Zishi's passionate onslaught.

He could feel the frantic pounding of the other man's heart, transmitted through the thin fabric, merging with his own accelerating heartbeat.

He raised his hand, wrapping it around Ji Zishi's neck, his fingers unconsciously threading through his coarse, short hair, applying a bit of pressure as encouragement.

The lounge chair let out a faint squeak, as if complaining about the weight of two men and their increasingly uncontrolled movements.

The glow of the energy-saving lamp enveloped them, casting their intertwined shadows, long and intimately close, on the cement floor.

After an unknown amount of time, until both were gasping for air and nearly suffocating, Ji Zishi reluctantly pulled back, just a little.

His forehead rested against An Yi's, his nose brushing against An Yi's, their breaths mingling, hot and rapid.

An Yi's breathing was also unsteady, a faint flush spreading across his cheeks. His usually cool eyes now shimmered with moisture, the corners of his eyes even tinged with a seductive red.

Ji Zishi let out a low chuckle, couldn't hold back any longer. He scooped him up bridal style from the lounge chair!

Startled, An Yi automatically wrapped his arms around his neck, gaping at him in shock. "What are you doing?"

"Back inside!" Ji Zishi's voice was hoarse as he strode toward the house with large steps. "The lounge chair is too small... a tight fit..."

An Yi: ...

His ears were burning as he buried his face in the crook of Ji Zishi's neck, feeling a rare shyness.

Ji Zishi kicked the bedroom door open and pushed it shut with his heel, shutting out the starlight and the chirping of insects.

The soft light filtered through the door's glass pane, hazy and faint, barely outlining the furniture and their overlapping figures.

They hastily stripped off their clothes and dropped them at the foot of the bed. Kisses rained down like droplets, from forehead to eyes, from nose to lips, then to chin, neck, collarbone...

Ji Zishi seemed to be measuring and reclaiming the treasure in his arms in his own way, each kiss searing with heat.

An Yi lay on his back, enduring this almost worshipful passion.

He could clearly feel the thrill of Ji Zishi's calloused palms gliding over his skin, hear his suppressed, heavy breaths, and sense the fervor that threatened to consume him.

He too felt ignited, a strange, surging tide rising from deep within, assaulting his usually calm and composed nerves.

Occasionally, he let out suppressed, fragmented sounds, which were quickly swallowed by deeper kisses.

His fingers sometimes clutched tightly at the sheets beneath him, and at other times weakly clung to Ji Zishi's sweat-slicked, muscle-tensed back.

"An Yi... An Yi..." Ji Zishi called his name over and over, like a dreamy murmur, his voice filled with an irrepressible intensity of emotion and a joy so sharp it was almost painful.

Occasionally, An Yi would open his eyes, meeting Ji Zishi's gaze, which was still startlingly bright in the darkness, holding only a single reflection of him—pure, fervent, and unreserved.

Maybe it was enchanted by those eyes, or maybe it was the passion itself, but An Yi raised a slightly trembling hand, brushed it over Ji Zishi's cheek, his fingertips tracing his tense jawline, and then actively lifted his head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

The night was still long.

The stars outside the window shifted silently, eavesdropping on the gradually calming yet still lingering gasps and whispers within the room.