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Author: 酒矣
Alternative Name: 《说好要杀我的人都看上我了[快穿]》
This is a novel translation by me
Total chapters: 12...
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In the completely a dark room, a cold body stuck closely against him. The coldness that emanated from the skin under the robes was particular obvious against his own body.
The pitch-black eyes of the Death God were darker than darkness itself. The Death God tightened his grip on the warm body in his arms. After throwing out this question, he bowed his head to nuzzle the pale neck of the man in his embrace.
In this pitch black environment, it was no different from being visually deprived.
The reason why people feared the dark, was due to the fear of 'unknown'. No one knows what might suddenly appear from the darkness.
Darkness was frightening due to the imperceptible and unknown factors, which was beyond the visibility of humans. Under such circumstances, familiarity would breed intimacy. This intimacy would be reassuring, making it easy to produce a psychological dependence towards one another.
So, in Gu Yan's case, the one who gave him this sense of familiarity would be the one he was currently leaning on, the one who was nuzzling against his neck.
This inadvertent reliance made Gu Yan lean against the person holding him and it took him several seconds to respond.
The words, 'not now' that Gu Yan said when they were dungeoning, were caught by his lover. Would this count as having dug a pit for himself to jump into......?
Gu Yan understood what the other person wanted to say, but just as he opened his mouth to answer, something cool and soft pressed against his lips.
Carefully, gently... It seemed to be quite cautious, but it also did not allow for the slightest chance of refusal.
In this darkness, Gu Yan could not even see the outline of the person kissing him, nor could he see the other person's action. He was forced to feel all of this, passively.
Looking at the youth in his embrace who had a dazed expression because of the darkness, the Death God narrowed his eyes slightly and gave the youth a gentle peck on his pale lips.
He knew those eyes could not see anything at this moment but that warm body had just leaned on him on its own...
There was no need to hear the answer. The dark-robed Death God pushed his cold tongue into the warm caverns of the human's soft mouth, placing his right palm against the back of the youth's head to prevent him from escaping.
The Death God did not stop his plunder until he heard the heartbeat inside the human's chest increase rapidly, and his breaths became shorter. He retracted his cool tongue and he gently kissed the human trapped in his arms, allowing him to breathe.
