Chapter 191: Brother, I Want More…

Chapter 191: Brother, Still Want...

Even though he had already shared spiritual cultivation with Yan Huaixuan, when it came down to the real thing, Shen Lian still felt a bit nervous.

Sensing Shen Lian's tension, Yan Huaixuan gently stroked his head.

He wasn't doing much better himself, since Shen Lian's body was trembling so violently.

Yan Huaixuan couldn't help it...

He lowered his head and pressed kiss after kiss to Shen Lian's lips.

Feeling the gentle pressure of Yan Huaixuan's kisses, Shen Lian's nerves gradually settled.

In fact, Shen Lian even craned his neck on his own, and then, he tentatively kissed Yan Huaixuan back.

A smile glimmered in Yan Huaixuan's eyes as he watched, letting Shen Lian take the reins.

And Shen Lian, as if hooked, soon found himself addicted—at first his kisses were light and tentative, but before long, he began to taste a hint of sweetness.

Yan Huaixuan's aura was cold, yet the lips against his were warm.

And that sweetness seemed to seep from Shen Lian's lips and tongue, spreading through every limb and bone.

Shen Lian's arms slowly tightened around Yan Huaixuan's neck.

Eventually, whenever Yan Huaixuan tried to pull back to speak, Shen Lian would immediately silence him with another kiss.

Shen Lian gazed into Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

Whatever Yan Huaixuan was rambling about, Shen Lian just wanted to kiss him.

And Yan Huaixuan, of course, was more than happy to oblige.

But his hands never stopped stoking the fire across Shen Lian's body.

Shen Lian arched his back, every place Yan Huaixuan touched feeling like it was on fire.

Yan Huaixuan's hand drifted back to Shen Lian's thigh.

Shen Lian drew back a little, panting, his pale face dotted with a faint blush.

Yan Huaixuan leaned in close to his ear. "Shen Lian."

No other words were needed.

But Shen Lian could already feel the scorching, blazing intensity of Yan Huaixuan's love.

The moment he was fully taken, Shen Lian arched his neck back.

A sudden tremor ran through his body.

When Yan Huaixuan noticed something was off, he immediately stilled. He wrapped his arms around Shen Lian, patting his back gently. "Does it hurt?"

Shen Lian shook his head. "No, it's not that."

Yan Huaixuan furrowed his brow. "Then why are you shaking?"

Shen Lian looked up at Yan Huaixuan.

Even though the man's forehead was flushed from holding back, with beads of sweat forming.

Yet the way he looked at Shen Lian was so tender.

Shen Lian had no doubt that if he said even a single word—that he didn't want this anymore—

Yan Huaixuan would pull out without a moment's hesitation.

Shen Lian immediately wrapped his arms around Yan Huaixuan, tilting his head to whisper in his ear, all under Yan Huaixuan's bewildered gaze.

Shen Lian let out a soft breath. "Don't stop."

The instant those words left his lips, he felt the man above him go rigid, as if turned to stone.

Shen Lian could even feel the arms around his back trembling with barely contained force.

Shen Lian found it hilarious. He looked up at Yan Huaixuan.

Just one sentence, and it had Yan Huaixuan this worked up?

A mischievous impulse struck Shen Lian. He leaned in close to Yan Huaixuan's ear again. "Brother, A Lian wants it."

That one sentence set Yan Huaixuan ablaze in an instant.

Shen Lian was suddenly shoved back onto the bed.

Being tossed back onto the bed wouldn't have been a big deal, but the thing was, the two of them were—!

Shen Lian gasped, and when he looked up, he met the pitch-black, thick, unguarded desire in Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

In that moment, Yan Huaixuan didn't even seem like himself anymore.

"Who taught you to say things like that?"

Yan Huaixuan's voice was laced with danger.

Shen Lian immediately regretted it—he shouldn't have teased Yan Huaixuan.

His eyes darted around as he tried to play it off. "No one, uh... that just now was... my second personality. You know what a second personality is, right? It's basically like an inner demon."

Shen Lian said, already forming a hand seal in an attempt to shove Yan Huaixuan away.

But instead, Yan Huaixuan caught both his hands and pinned them together above his head.

Yan Huaixuan bore his full weight down on him. "You brought this on yourself."

The moment those words left his mouth, he gave Shen Lian no time to react.

What followed was a storm fierce enough to shatter him.

At first, Shen Lian was into it—it was the first time he'd ever seen Yan Huaixuan with such a dark expression.

But as time dragged on, Shen Lian started to realize something was off.

"That's enough, right?" Shen Lian was so spent he couldn't lift a single finger. He tried to push Yan Huaixuan away, only to have his hands pinned firmly above his head again.

Shen Lian stared at Yan Huaixuan in disbelief. "You're still at it?"

Yan Huaixuan looked at him with a blank face. "You're finished. I'm just getting started."

Shen Lian: "?"

Even for a cultivator, he couldn't handle this kind of relentless pace.

If he remembered right, it had to have been a full day and night by now, right?

He'd only gotten a break once or twice the whole time.

Shen Lian struggled to turn his head toward Yan Huaixuan, "You've gotta be kidding me, right?"

Yan Huaixuan's gaze drifted down to him, "What do you think?"

Shen Lian could tell Yan Huaixuan was actually serious.

Just as Shen Lian opened his mouth to speak, Yan Huaixuan clamped a hand over it.

"Mmph!"

Every word got stuck in his throat, leaving him with nothing but wide eyes fixed on Yan Huaixuan.

But before long, a strip of silk was tied over Shen Lian's eyes.

Shen Lian's vision went completely dark.

He shook his head, trying to shake the cloth off, but Yan Huaixuan reached out and swatted his ass.

Shen Lian's face instantly twisted, "Yan Huaixuan!"

Too bad the words were trapped in his throat.

Yan Huaixuan said flatly, "If you dare take that cloth off, I'll tack on another day."

Faced with a threat like that, Shen Lian, of course—

And so Yan Huaixuan watched, dumbfounded, as Shen Lian slipped one hand free and yanked the cloth off his eyes.

Having done that, Shen Lian put on an innocent look and placed his hand back above his head.

Shen Lian looked at the ceiling, at the floor—anywhere but at him.

Yan Huaixuan clicked his tongue against his teeth, nearly laughing in disbelief.

Hadn't he been the one whining that he couldn't take it anymore? And now he was openly provoking him?

Yan Huaixuan gave a faint smile, his thumb brushing the corner of Shen Lian's eye, "Seems like I've underestimated you, A Lian."

Shen Lian pursed his lips and said nothing.

He looked like he'd been wronged—if only Yan Huaixuan hadn't seen what he'd just pulled!

He grabbed Shen Lian's thigh and stopped talking, letting his actions alone show Shen Lian what punishment really meant.

Shen Lian let out a muffled grunt, then realized something had slipped over his eyes again, cutting off his sight, and on top of that, his mouth was sealed shut too.

Yan Huaixuan meant business this time.

Unable to see anything, unable to make a sound.

Everything about Shen Lian was controlled by Yan Huaixuan.

After a while, Shen Lian started feeling genuinely wronged—why wouldn't he let him look?

But every time he tried to break the spell, Yan Huaixuan would get mean and push him even harder on purpose.

By the end, Shen Lian couldn't think straight—his brain felt like it was melting.

All that was left was one thought: how could Yan Huaixuan do this to him.