Chapter 1208: Millennium Year Love Chronicles 13

In the surging yet restrained ice-and-fire layered heavens, the unspeakable feeling still outweighed hatred.

Chen Zhu leaned forward, gently pulling at the corner of the blanket that Jin Chen had grabbed, his heart feeling empty; the back of his finger lightly brushed Jin Chen's jaw, his soothing voice somewhat hoarse.

Sorry, Xiao Chen, don't be angry.

He is eight years older; the age gap seems not to have taught Chen Zhu what it means to be firm, as he gently coaxes, wishing only that the boy before him not be angry.

You lied to me, yet you won't let me be angry.

Jin Chen revealed his eyes, staring steadily at Chen Zhu: "You don't want me to touch you, do you? You reject everyone's touch; I noticed that long ago."

... No, that's not it.

Chen Zhu instinctively denied; due to the action of propping his arm and leaning forward, the loose collar slipped somewhat, and in his relaxed state the soft undulation of his chest muscles was fully visible to the lying Jin Chen.

I don't reject Xiao Chen's touch.

He hurried to explain, not wanting this misunderstanding to continue; otherwise, having just tasted the delight of embraces and caresses, his body would be driven back to its original state.

How then should Brother prove it?

Jin Chen's tone softened considerably, even carrying a hint of pleasure; half-propping himself up, he leaned against the headboard, one hand resting on Chen Zhu's shoulder, the shoulder not covered by clothing.

Chen Zhu's breathing quickened imperceptibly; the palm propped beside Jin Chen had sunk deep into the blanket, veins standing out.

Xiao Chen can try; I don't reject it.

Just worried… I can't bear such a pleasant feeling.

He had to relax his muscles, allowing Jin Chen's fingers to move away from the shoulder, making full skin contact, stroking over the arm and collarbone.

Perhaps because his entire focus was on the shoulder at this moment, the tremor aroused by the touch came more surging than Chen Zhu had imagined.

Not only the touched area, but even the neglected skin felt the same; his whole body began to flush with heat.

But this just happens to be summer.

Even if the window is opened, the outside air is humid; the occasional breeze brings no coolness, only blowing that inescapable muggy heat into the room.

Brother, you're trembling again.

Jin Chen's tone was harsh, yet also doubtful: "Is it rejection… or… liking?"

Chen Zhu's consciousness gradually became dazed; his pupils dilated somewhat, the corners of his eyes reddened inopportunely, and being fair-skinned, even a slight reddening stood out.

It was merely touch, although it felt more like scratching through a boot, yet it made Chen Zhu go limp all over, the walls he had built inside crumbling, his secret emotions clamoring to surge forth.

Chen Zhu, why won't you answer my question?

Jin Chen's caressing grew heavier, pressing into the soft muscle, only a few millimeters from the sternum, like a child clinging to an embrace, unable to let go.

It's liking.

Chen Zhu's voice was already hoarse, the sound between his lips and teeth about to break free uncontrollably; his instinctive consciousness did not want Jin Chen to continue touching.

He truly feared that Jin Chen would discover his most obscure, hidden greed.

Chen Zhu's collarbone had already turned crimson, though it was only being pressed.

Thus he thought again, perhaps Jin Chen had already noticed; how could a normal person have such a strange reaction to being touched on the shoulder and chest?

But Jin Chen was still touching his heart; that should… count as the most intimate contact, right?

As Chen Zhu was about to tear apart his unexposable disguise, Jin Chen withdrew his hand.

Everything came to an abrupt halt.

He last lightly brushed Chen Zhu's cheek, the sensation almost imperceptible: "I'm not angry anymore."

But his eyes, however you look at them, held slyness.

Brother, hurry up and go to sleep.

Suddenly thinking of something, Jin Chen bent his brows and eyes, affectionately sat up and embraced Chen Zhu: "Sorry, Brother, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Chen Zhu was tightly embraced; the rationality at the brink was rubbed back and forth, every nerve filled with greed and desire.

He lightly stroked Jin Chen's back, heavily, yet still restrained.

Bao Bao…

Chen Zhu still let out a soft cry, his panting voice very alluring.

Jin Chen heard it.

The deliberately feigned docility gained a hint of aggression; his already stern brows and eyes lowered, he tilted his head, bringing the side of his neck within a fingertip's distance, merely brushing his nose tip, yet it seemed to leave a trace of a kiss.

Enough to make Chen Zhu's thoughts burn even more.

Because he hadn't seen it, his imagination ran even wilder.

Brother, do you want to sleep together with me?

Jin Chen lay without restraint in Chen Zhu's embrace, speaking; the more candid he was, the hotter Chen Zhu felt.

No, no…

Chen Zhu exerted great effort to pull himself free from that embrace.

He slightly lowered his head; the fabric of his collar was about to be crumpled by Jin Chen, the undulation near his chest seemed to grow larger, having been kneaded open and engorged with blood.

Whoa, sorry, Brother.

Jin Chen still smiled, affectionately pressing his face against Chen Zhu's: "You won't blame me, will you? Tomorrow… I'll put on a band-aid to cover it."

"Alright, go to sleep early." Chen Zhu felt increasingly embarrassed, taking three steps as two and leaving Jin Chen's bedroom.

Good night, Brother.

Jin Chen smiled at the door crack, looking however you like, full of meaning.

Skin thirst syndrome…?

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Chen Zhu returned to his room; his whole body, nearly trembling with excitement, no longer needed restraint; he didn't turn on the fan, even staying muffled under the blankets.

Let the hot sweat flow, tracing from his forehead to his collarbone; his usually gentle and handsome face flushed, he grabbed his collar to cover his nose, trying to smell something, his exhaled breath hurried and scalding.

His tense body curled up under the blanket, his eyes fragile yet mad.

Chen Zhu could no longer deceive himself.

Such fervent, boiling emotion might be what is called love.

But it is also twisted and ferocious; Chen Zhu thought, even if it is love, it still contains hatred.

Jin Chen's appearance was like rain falling under the eternal, unsetting sun in a barren, impoverished world.

It laid bare his utterly desolate heart; even if given moisture, it would ultimately be drinking poison to quench thirst. Will they part? Then why not simply never have met?

Let him build walls in his heart; even if it becomes a desert, he wouldn't have to, after experiencing such caresses, worry day and night about losing again.

He can no longer find anyone he can touch; any contact brings nausea, a revulsion like an exploding scalp.

It won't.

Chen Zhu also thought, since Jin Chen had already come here, to his side, he could not easily leave, even if the final backdrop was covered in scars.

He couldn't help but savor everything just now; the desire in his eyes was astonishingly rich, his trembling, tense body suddenly released.

The midsummer heat was like something breaking through the earth and pouring out, then spreading like a prairie fire.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +20, total 50!】

【Detected Villain Blackening Value +2, total 92!】