The Undead

Zhou Rong hummed and surprisingly didn’t pursue, immediately shifting his target, turning around and rushing to Si Nan, wrapping his hands around his waist, exerting force and pinning him with his equipment against the tour bus, his toes a centimeter off the ground. Si Nan: “…?” Zhou Rong bravely leaned in for a kiss. Zhou Rong hadn’t smoked for several days, but there was still a lingering, gentle tobacco taste between his lips and teeth, which was quite pleasant. His tongue explored between Si Nan’s lips, gently licking in front of tightly closed teeth, not giving Si Nan a chance to refuse. —Although the movement was swift, it was unexpectedly careful and considerate, as if that single lick transmitted countless indescribable emotions. “Wait for me to pick you up,” Zhou Rong whispered in his ear, then turned and darted back to the armored vehicle like an arrow. “…” Si Nan stood in place, his expression blank. “Chun Cao, let me go! Damn it, taking advantage when he’s vulnerable, Si Nan definitely doesn’t want this…” “Yan Hao, don’t get excited! Look, he clearly wants it!” Zhou Rong looked triumphant, quickly slipping into the driver’s seat and whistling happily. Si Nan felt like smoke was rising from his head.