Chapter 392, Stop Talking
Seeing Zhuo's reaction, Ling seemed to be very satisfied and rubbed against Zhuo's chest and narrowed his eyes. Zhuo was almost going to collapse.

"…Um, Ms. Renata?"

"what happened?"

"I mean... I might not be able to continue like this. This is about it."

In fact, Zhuo wanted to separate as soon as possible so that he could calm down, but if he said it honestly, she probably wouldn't listen, so Zhuo found a reasonable reason to plead.

Ling listened, blinked, and then actually did something that made Zhuo so ashamed that he wanted to die on the spot - she lowered her head to look at where she was sitting, then said "sorry" and got off Zhuo's body. I didn't expect Ling to really get off him, probably because she knew that Zhuo's real intention was not to stay in the bar.

While Ling was apart, Zhuoxin thought it would be best to leave and find a place to calm down. He could sleep on the carpet - but Ling, who had a strong observation ability, had already leaned his body tightly against his arm. Although he didn't make a move to hold him back, he successfully prevented him from escaping.

Due to the temperature, the touch, and the fact that he was seen through, Zhuo tensed up, and then he heard Ling sigh and say "Zhuo..."

"You said to take it slow."

"Well--"

"Now that you've said that..."

Zhuo started humming in another sense after saying one set of words after another, but Ling continued talking.

"...I'm glad to see you react like this, but it's not good that you keep thinking about escaping."

There are physiological reasons for always wanting to escape. Zhuo hopes to be understood, but Ling seems to be willing to accept Zhuo no matter what his condition is and doesn't care about it - no, she may care about another aspect.

To be honest, Zhuo didn't expect that Ling, who was so embarrassed and miserable when he spent the night in the hot spring, would become so positive. At the same time, he also knew that he was very useless for being shaken and having wild thoughts because of the clothes.

Zhuo thought that he was excusable.

Even if he agreed to sleep on the sofa with Zero, he didn't plan to do anything. After all, it was impossible and inappropriate with his parents in the bedroom. Now that he was boldly tempted by Zero, he was naturally confused.

From Ling's own perspective, it is more like a desire to understand Zhuo's feelings rather than a temptation; for Zhuo, this is indeed a cruel and attractive temptation.

"Well, I know I was wrong, so I won't run away. Can you please show some mercy?"

"Specifically?"

"Change your clothes or put on an extra layer..."

"I refused. I said I would slowly get used to it, so I can't agree to it."

It seemed that Ling was determined to torment Zhuo's heart.

"...Don't worry, I have achieved my goal. It is enough to give you a result similar to the guide I predicted."

"What kind of guide is that? Is it for killing me? Can you give me a copy?"

"I am older than you. Much older."

"That's not the question. I'm very curious about when you wrote the guide and what kind of knowledge is contained in it?"

"...Confidentiality."

Ling obviously escaped from his sight, then stuck to his chest as if to get away with it, hugging Zhuo's body tightly.

"If you don't like it, I can change it."

"...You know I won't dislike it."

After Ling raised his eyes and said this, Zhuo muttered and put his hands behind Ling's back.

Even through the touch of the cloth, I could feel that something was missing that should have been there; the fabric was very thin; her body was soft and fragrant - all kinds of thoughts, emotions, and surging desires surged in my chest.

Zhuo also understood that even so, it did not mean to reject Ling. "Yes. I just want to confirm it."

Feeling that Ling was taking the initiative, he was unable to deal with it as usual, and Zhuo hummed softly. Ling seemed to have noticed that he was angry, so he gently rubbed his chest with his cheek.

(Like a little animal.)
Zhuo didn't dare to make any more moves because he knew his face must be very red.

"Zhuo said before that I'm easy to deal with, and it's actually the same with you."

"Who is it all because of?"

Ling looked up at him and seemed calm. Zhuo was unwilling to give in, so he made up his mind and lifted Ling's chin with his fingers.

Because he didn't feel any resistance, Ling was forced to look at him with his chin up. Only at such a close distance could Zhuo personally experience how flawless this young face was. It was so tender that it seemed like a baby's.

Then, Zhuo stared into her deep blue eyes, as if he wanted to see through them. And Ling naturally stared back at him quietly.

As a result, Zhuo's gaze began to wander again.

Since he was no match for Zero in terms of sight, Zhuo kissed him hesitantly.

The sudden kiss made Ling stiffen again, but she still liked kissing and did not refuse.

So, Zhuo followed Ling's instructions and had a deep kiss with her. Halfway through the kiss, she began to push Zhuo's chest.

The sound that came out of her mouth was not sure whether it was resistance or something else.

Before coming up with the answer, Ling pushed Zhuo's chest, separated his lips and body, and then rested his head on his arms in a daze.

Ling's lips were red, and his eyes were actually a little misty. Zhuo licked his wet lips, moved his face closer to Ling, and then Ling stepped back.

"...You laughed at me for always wanting to escape, but didn't you escape yourself too?"

"…No, it's just better to stop here. It's time to go to bed."

"Is that so? Then I'll go to sleep too."

Zhuo adjusted his posture and pulled Ling, who had just moved away a little, back horizontally; Ling's body trembled slightly, but he still obediently returned to his arms, and then closed his eyes for some reason.

Thinking that 'it's really getting late', Zhuo wrapped the quilt around the two of them.

What he didn't expect was that Ling slipped his hand under Zhuo's shirt and reached along his abdominal muscles. Zhuo didn't think Ling would do anything excessive, so he just let her do it.

Zhuo didn't exercise much to develop visible muscles, but he felt that his body had become tighter. As for Ling, who was sticking to him and touching him from time to time, he must have felt it even more.

She touched it and exhaled softly. Zhuo felt itchy and began to observe Ling.

Ling must have regained her energy and touched Zhuo's body to confirm. Zhuo didn't expect her to reach into her clothes, but seeing that she liked it, he let her go.

After a long while, Zhuo finally felt that Ling had stopped, and the hand moved to his back and they hugged each other.

"Satisfied?"

"..."

Zhuo said this as a joke, but Ling suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and then buried his face in Zhuo's chest.

"do not talk."

"..."

Ling's voice was a little muffled due to the obstruction of his chest, but he spoke clearly that this time it was Zhuo who tensed his body.

(Unfortunately, it came true... eh?)
(End of this chapter)