He wanted it so much he felt like he could cry.
His legs wrapped around Hua Cheng’s waist, pulling the ghost unbelievably closer to him. More and more and more and more, but for some reason it wasn’t enough. It didn’t satisfy his hunger, his thirst, his desire. It didn't cool down the heat that ran through his body from the inside out, that made his skin burn.
His fingers were clenched on the robes covering Hua Cheng's back, so tightly that some tears ended up appearing on that man's robes.
Oh and what a man he was. The only one who made Xie Lian feel this way.
Xie Lian knew exactly what he was feeling. Trapped in that coffin with Hua Cheng on top of him, between his legs, their pelvises rubbing against each other, it was impossible to even pretend that he didn't know what was happening.
He licked his lips, trying to look anywhere other than that eye with the deeply hungry glint he had noticed before deciding it was impossible to continue trying to look at Hua Cheng.
His face was already unbearably hot, with Hua Cheng's gaze on him, the heat in his body only increased, and Xie Lian couldn't even imagine what exactly would happen if he looked at him.
But he had an idea. And it terrified him.
Not because Hua Cheng scared him, he knew that Hua Cheng would never do anything against his will, the problem was what Xie Lian would do if things... went that way.
In the coffin or not, their vows would be broken at any moment.
Xie Lian is a strong, resilient, firm man, but only when he wants to be, because when he doesn't want to, then he simply gives up.
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