Bite Your Fingertips (BL) (Complete)

Chapter 80.1 - You Want It (1)

Along the way, the two of them didn't say anything else, but in between their steps hid a bit of eagerness.

The light at the entrance of the corridor was broken, not yet repaired. Lu Shi stepped up the stairs and stopped in front of the closed door, then fished out the key to unlock it.

The door was slammed shut with a 'bang', and before the lights could be turned on, Chu Yu was pressed against the door by Lu Shi and kissed heavily. Chu Yu, who'd also been restraining himself for a long time, had his neck line stretched taut as he lifted his chin up to kiss Lu Shi.

This time was different than usual.

The fierce, primitive invasion and predation between males couldn't be hidden by such an intimate distance.

The strength of the kiss was extremely heavy, and pain was starting to be felt on the two's lips.

But what followed thereupon was more turbulent excitement.

It was pitch black in their field of vision, so nothing could be seen. Only the body temperature of the two people made contact, their rapid breathing tightly entangled like a thread.

In between kisses, Chu Yu looped his arms around Lu Shi's neck. His voice was full of tension and slightly trembling. "Lu Shi, no..."

"You want it."

Lu Shi's breathing was also quite hurried as he coaxed, "Be good, don't refuse."

Chu Yu didn't refuse any further. He could bear it no longer and submitted to his blood-sucking instinct. He opened his mouth and bit Lu Shi's shoulder.

The blood was swallowed down the other's throat. The tremendous pleasure blood-sucking brought was repeatedly stacked along Lu Shi's arm, making him uncontrollably utter a low whimper. His entire body's muscles tensed, then suddenly relaxed after a few seconds.

Turning on the light, Lu Shi pushed open the window, letting pre-dawn's spring wind blow in.

Chu Yu located rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab from the drawer, wet the cotton swab, stooped down, and wiped the wound on the corner of Lu Shi's lips little by little.

With this posture, Lu Shi put his hands around Chu Yu's waist.

Chu Yu's body trembled in sensitivity.

He was worried about what Lu Shi would do, and so warned, "I'm disinfecting you, don't move."

"Mm."

Lu Shi lazily supported his head with his hands and watched Chu Yu like a beast that had restrained its claws and teeth; nonthreatening.

After Chu Yu cleansed the wound twice, Lu Shi got up.

Chu Yu asked him, "Are you going to take a bath?"

Lu Shi half-lowered his eyes, expression looking lazy and tired. "No, toilet."

In the morning, when it was time for Lu Shi to go out, Chu Yu was still wrapped in a soft quilt and hadn't gotten up. Before leaving, Lu Shi leaned over and kissed Chu Yu's forehead then gently closed the door.

In a suite of the Manjali Resort Hotel, Fang Weishan, who was wearing a black nightgown, sat on a European-style sofa chair, holding a cup of coffee.

Although he'd been detained for a period of time, Fang Weishan obviously hadn't suffered much, still as stout and smiling as before.

Lu Shi used to be very close to this uncle.

However, right now, the two of them were sitting opposite each other and neither intended to speak first.