Chapter 2997: Stubbornly Tamed 14

Jin Chen's kiss was deep, carrying lingering intoxication; his slightly drunk breath seemed to pass through their tightly pressed lips and teeth, making Chenshu's head feel increasingly dizzy, his breathing went out of rhythm, oxygen grew thin, invading all his senses, his heart raced uncontrollably.

Chenshu gradually couldn't tell whether it was because the air really wasn't enough, or merely because of Jin Chen himself.

A youth inexperienced in love, his body is most honest, and also most unable to withstand teasing.

After a moment, fine hot sweat seeped out from his frail frame, damply sticking to the black hair ends and nape; Chenshu gasped helplessly, the fingertips that had been pressing against Jin Chen's shoulder intending to push away now felt weak, unable to exert force, his body's response unfamiliar and surging, bringing waves of helplessness and rising irritation.

Jin Chen naturally also noticed the subtle changes in the person in his arms.

His aloof eyes narrowed slightly, he drew back a little, and looked down at Chenshu.

Under the light, Chenshu's eyes were wet and red, his lashes clumped, a hint of vivid color flickered at the outer corners, the skin at his lip corners rubbed raw by Jin Chen's teeth, slightly reddened, he breathed shallowly with mouth slightly open.

Jin Chen's rough fingertip lightly brushed that ambiguous dampness at his lip corner, "Can't even catch a breath?" His voice low and hoarse, it was unclear whether he was mocking or something else.

Chenshu had just managed to inhale half a mouthful of not-so-hot air, hadn't yet had time to retort, when that faint protest was swallowed again.

No.

Alarm bells rang in Chenshu's mind; his remaining reason let him start to struggle.

He twisted his body, using both hands to push hard against Jin Chen's chest, wanting to escape this suffocating embrace and kiss.

But as he barely opened a gap, the hand that had been loosely resting on his waist suddenly tightened; Jin Chen's rough fingertip pressed precisely on a spot on his waist, with considerable force, conveying absolute control.

"Did you think you could escape?"

Jin Chen's voice was hoarse to the extreme, also domineering to the extreme; Chenshu's knees went weak, the little bit of resistance he had mustered vanished instantly, and he collapsed heavily back into Jin Chen's arms.

And Chenshu's body's traitorous response, easily teased awake, also fell completely under Jin Chen's control. The man's large palm, scorching hot, firmly held all his trembling and sobs.

Chenshu was like a fruit whose hard shell had been peeled open, its soft, abundant juice dripping uncontrollably, exposed to the air, exposed before Jin Chen's eyes and in his hands.

He let out a muffled grunt, turned his head, and angrily bit Jin Chen's shoulder; through the fabric he could feel the firm, warm muscle beneath, biting hard, with a hint of venting and unwillingness to yield.

Jin Chen tilted his head, his long lashes lifted, his pupils in the dim yellow light seemed veiled in mist, deep and dark.

Feeling the faint sting on his shoulder, he instead held the person in his arms tighter, his movements becoming ever more deliberate, as if savoring his loss of control.

"What are you shaking for?" Jin Chen asked slowly, his breath blowing over Chenshu's flushed ears.

Chenshu trembled uncontrollably all over; the unfamiliar intense sensation built up to a certain tipping point, with no outlet for release, forcing tears to well at the corners of his eyes.

He rubbed somewhat pitifully against Jin Chen's shoulder, the sweat-dampened stray hairs brushing the man's neck, only able to emit broken, sobbing sounds, unable to form a complete sentence.

Jin Chen lowered his head and kissed his scorching ear; that warm, wet touch made Chenshu shudder again.

"Guabao," Jin Chen's voice dropped to an extreme low, carrying the distinctive hoarseness after drink, adding a touch of intimacy and familiarity, "Relax a bit."

Jin Chen thought his reaction was really somewhat cute, inexperienced, awkward; though he couldn't bear it, he refused to show weakness, making it far more lively and interesting than mere pretended obedience.

Chenshu's consciousness was already somewhat scattered; he unconsciously tensed his back several times, rubbing uncomfortably against Jin Chen, yet never got the hang of it, only making himself more disheveled.

Just as Chenshu felt he was about to drown in this unfamiliar wave, Jin Chen finally released his hold.

Chenshu abruptly arched his back, a strained sob escaped his throat, his fingers unconsciously clenched Jin Chen's shoulder fabric like an electric shock, then he went limp, slumping softly into Jin Chen's arms, left only with ragged breathing.

After a long while, the dizzying afterglow slowly faded.

Chenshu's hands were so weak they had no strength, barely propping himself on Jin Chen's shoulder, forehead resting against the man's neck hollow, still taking small breaths, his chest rising and falling.

Jin Chen loosely encircled his waist, his other hand intermittently stroking his sweat-damp back.

When Chenshu's breathing had finally eased somewhat, Jin Chen then grasped one of his hands.

Chenshu frowned puzzledly, his not-fully-awake mind a bit dull.

Immediately, a burning sensation came from his palm, letting him instantly understand what it was; he pressed his lips together, still a bit red and swollen, burying his scorching face deep into Jin Chen's neck hollow, wishing he could dig a hole right there to bury himself, pretending not to see so that nothing had happened.

How did things come to this?

He had merely accepted three extravagantly costly gifts; the price to pay……is it too huge!?

But feeling this embrace, and hearing Jin Chen's soft coaxing words by his ear, he really couldn't muster any desire to refuse.

Even so, this old man is still utterly despicable.

Finally let go, Chenshu bolted to the bathroom for a bath, filled the tub to the brim with hot water, submerged himself entirely, leaving only his mouth and nose above the surface.

He leaned his head back against the tub's edge, closed his eyes, wanting to clear his mind.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the scenes from just moments ago on the living-room sofa surged forward in a rush.

Jin Chen's half-open shirt collar, his usually aloof brows would actually relax slightly when aroused, taking on a near-languid sensuality.

And the faint cyan veins that slightly bulged on his arms from exertion; when one gripped his hand, those veins would faintly swell…

"……"

Chenshu stopped the recollection, sank back into the water, and let out a few gurgling bubbles, trying to use the sensation of suffocation to dispel those amorous thoughts.

Meanwhile, under the same cold moonlight covering the villa, in the master bedroom.

Jin Chen had taken a shower, his robe's belt loosely tied, he leaned against the headboard, his fingertips idly swiped across the screen a few times.

The screen interface switched, and soon a clear three-dimensional diagram appeared—the structural plan of this hillside villa; not far from the icon marking his master bedroom's location, a conspicuous red dot blinked quietly.

Jin Chen lowered his indifferent gaze, looking at that red dot.

The faint blue light from the screen reflected on his face; after a while, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly upward, like the pleasure after some desire had been satisfied.

The little dog couldn't run out of the master's palm.