Due to Ning Mufeng’s proximity, the scorching heat of his breath spilled into Ruan Qing’s ear, making him very uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to push Ning Mufeng away with a cold expression, he heard Ning Mufeng’s next words.
“Do you want to... stain me as well?”
As Ning Mufeng spoke these words, he lowered his voice, almost to a level only audible to Ruan Qing.
Ning Mufeng’s naturally gentle and pleasant voice, combined with the deliberate lowering, created a deep and husky tone that carried an inexplicable allure, even a hint of seduction, as if tempting to penetrate into the depths of one’s soul.
It was hard to resist.
Whether it was the voice or the content of what he said...
After all, no one could refuse the opportunity to personally stain the untainted moon.
It was what the moon desired.
Even Wang Qing couldn’t refuse, especially since he already envied Ning Mufeng’s cleanliness.
If there was a chance to personally stain Ning Mufeng, Wang Qing would definitely not let it pass.
So, as Ruan Qing prepared to push Ning Mufeng’s hand away, he found himself frozen, leaning against Ning Mufeng’s chest.
As if he had gone crazy about this proposal.
How could he not be tempted? After all, it was the lofty moon that Wang Qing had always envied.
Personally staining that moon was an irresistible opportunity.
It was like no one could refuse to pull a deity down from the altar and then stain them.
Making them become... just as dirty as he was.
Ning Mufeng sensed Ruan Qing’s stiffness, knowing that his suggestion moved the person in front of him.
He pinched Ruan Qing’s chin, lifting his head slightly, then chuckled lightly before asking again, “What do you think?”
Ruan Qing pursed his lips, not answering but also not pushing Ning Mufeng away.
Ning Mufeng didn’t say anything more. He embraced Ruan Qing’s slender waist, and with a swift and decisive turn, their positions instantly reversed.
Ning Mufeng now leaned against the corner of the wall, while Ruan Qing stood outside.
It appeared as if Ruan Qing had cornered Ning Mufeng against the wall, intending to do something.
After Ning Mufeng changed his position, he immediately released Ruan Qing’s waist, no longer restraining him.
Without Ning Mufeng’s obstruction, Ruan Qing could leave at any time because he was no longer cornered.
However, Ruan Qing didn’t leave; he just stared straight at Ning Mufeng. The slender fingers beneath his sleeves, however, tightly gripped the fabric.
Seemingly torn between excitement and hesitation.
“Now you can do anything to me,” Ning Mufeng looked deeply into Ruan Qing’s eyes, then grabbed Ruan Qing’s left hand hanging by his side, placing it slowly on his own waist. “Just like...”
“Like what you did to my uncle.”
As if enchanted by Ning Mufeng’s words, Ruan Qing’s left hand, now placed on Ning Mufeng’s waist, tightened slightly, firmly gripping his white shirt.
Then, with a trembling right hand, Ruan Qing reached for the collar of Ning Mufeng’s white shirt.
Ning Mufeng’s favorite attire was always a white shirt, appearing perpetually clean and pure.
The white shirt looked exceptionally good on him, making people yearn to stain it with dirt.
Today was no exception.
Ruan Qing’s hand, slow and trembling, landed on the button of Ning Mufeng’s white shirt.
However, whether it was due to using only one hand or excessive trembling, the button remained undone after several attempts.
Ning Mufeng didn’t rush him; he just tilted his head slightly, allowing Ruan Qing to continue his actions.
Yet, despite the slightly lowered gaze, his eyes were fixed on Ruan Qing, as if anticipating his next move.
Ruan Qing bit his lightly red lips, seemingly giving up on unbuttoning, and hesitantly took a step forward.
Slowly approaching Ning Mufeng.
As if intending to kiss him.
Ning Mufeng, seeing this, cooperatively lowered his head slightly, making it easier for Ruan Qing.
However, to Ning Mufeng’s surprise, Ruan Qing didn’t aim for a kiss; instead, he tilted his head slightly and directly captured Ning Mufeng’s Adam’s apple.
Ning Mufeng instantly froze, his breath catching.
The throat was often considered the most vulnerable and sensitive part of a person.
If touched, one might instinctively push away the person in front of them.
But Ning Mufeng didn’t. Instead, he instinctively lifted his head, revealing a fair and slender neck.
The person in front of him was even more excessive.
As if in a posture of submission to the person before him, allowing the person to treat him as they pleased.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that Ning Mufeng tightly clenched his fists, with veins bulging in his hands.
Clearly, he exerted great control to stand there like that.
However, his gaze was no longer the usual gentle and indifferent one; instead, it was like a beast staring intently at its prey.
As if he would pounce in the next second and devour the prey completely.
But the person in front, tilting their head, was naively nibbling on his Adam’s apple and didn’t notice his change.
Ning Mufeng slightly closed his eyes, hiding his gaze, returning to the gentlemanly Ning Mufeng.
The clean and neat Ning Mufeng, the one others liked, and the one envied by the person in front.
Ruan Qing lightly nibbled on Ning Mufeng’s Adam’s apple and then raised his head to look at him, extending his hand again.
However, this time, it wasn’t to unbutton his clothes.
Instead, from the neckline of Ning Mufeng’s coat, he pressed down slowly, the movement slow and filled with an indescribable sensuality.
Ruan Qing’s slender fingers finally slid to the position of Ning Mufeng’s heart, which, like the throat, was a very fragile place.
Just a simple touch caused Ning Mufeng’s breath to hitch again.
The white shirt was very thin, thin enough for Ning Mufeng to feel the temperature of the other’s fingers.
A bit chilly, yet it could ignite all the desires in one’s heart.
Ning Mufeng lowered his eyes, looking at the fingers resting on his chest.
The young man’s fingers were fair and slender, and because he wore a white shirt, they didn’t appear dark but rather translucent.
Captivating to the point where one couldn’t look away.
And now, this hand was pressing against his chest and continuing to slide down, perhaps in a moment... Ning Mufeng’s breath involuntarily intensified.
His willpower... seemed to be loosening.
Hmm.
Ruan Qing slightly lowered his gaze, deepening the suggestive hypnosis.
Just as Ning Mufeng was anticipating what would happen next, a hesitant voice sounded from behind.
“What are you... doing?”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing subtly glanced behind him at the three people, seeming to show a hint of panic in his eyes. The next moment, he quickly withdrew his hand.
He even stepped back several steps, deliberately creating distance from Ning Mufeng, avoiding eye contact with the three people around the corner.
Ning Mufeng looked toward the newcomers, subconsciously touching his Adam’s apple, that had just been lightly nibbled by Ruan Qing, lost in thought.
A few seconds later, Ning Mufeng chuckled softly and spoke gently, “Nothing.”
Due to Ning Mufeng’s proximity, the scorching heat of his breath spilled into Ruan Qing’s ear, making him very uncomfortable.
Just as he was about to push Ning Mufeng away with a cold expression, he heard Ning Mufeng’s next words.
“Do you want to... stain me as well?”
As Ning Mufeng spoke these words, he lowered his voice, almost to a level only audible to Ruan Qing.
Ning Mufeng’s naturally gentle and pleasant voice, combined with the deliberate lowering, created a deep and husky tone that carried an inexplicable allure, even a hint of seduction, as if tempting to penetrate into the depths of one’s soul.
It was hard to resist.
Whether it was the voice or the content of what he said...
After all, no one could refuse the opportunity to personally stain the untainted moon.
It was what the moon desired.
Even Wang Qing couldn’t refuse, especially since he already envied Ning Mufeng’s cleanliness.
If there was a chance to personally stain Ning Mufeng, Wang Qing would definitely not let it pass.
So, as Ruan Qing prepared to push Ning Mufeng’s hand away, he found himself frozen, leaning against Ning Mufeng’s chest.
As if he had gone crazy about this proposal.
How could he not be tempted? After all, it was the lofty moon that Wang Qing had always envied.
Personally staining that moon was an irresistible opportunity.
It was like no one could refuse to pull a deity down from the altar and then stain them.
Making them become... just as dirty as he was.
Ning Mufeng sensed Ruan Qing’s stiffness, knowing that his suggestion moved the person in front of him.
He pinched Ruan Qing’s chin, lifting his head slightly, then chuckled lightly before asking again, “What do you think?”
Ruan Qing pursed his lips, not answering but also not pushing Ning Mufeng away.
Ning Mufeng didn’t say anything more. He embraced Ruan Qing’s slender waist, and with a swift and decisive turn, their positions instantly reversed.
Ning Mufeng now leaned against the corner of the wall, while Ruan Qing stood outside.
It appeared as if Ruan Qing had cornered Ning Mufeng against the wall, intending to do something.
After Ning Mufeng changed his position, he immediately released Ruan Qing’s waist, no longer restraining him.
Without Ning Mufeng’s obstruction, Ruan Qing could leave at any time because he was no longer cornered.
However, Ruan Qing didn’t leave; he just stared straight at Ning Mufeng. The slender fingers beneath his sleeves, however, tightly gripped the fabric.
Seemingly torn between excitement and hesitation.
“Now you can do anything to me,” Ning Mufeng looked deeply into Ruan Qing’s eyes, then grabbed Ruan Qing’s left hand hanging by his side, placing it slowly on his own waist. “Just like...”
“Like what you did to my uncle.”
As if enchanted by Ning Mufeng’s words, Ruan Qing’s left hand, now placed on Ning Mufeng’s waist, tightened slightly, firmly gripping his white shirt.
Then, with a trembling right hand, Ruan Qing reached for the collar of Ning Mufeng’s white shirt.
Ning Mufeng’s favorite attire was always a white shirt, appearing perpetually clean and pure.
The white shirt looked exceptionally good on him, making people yearn to stain it with dirt.
Today was no exception.
Ruan Qing’s hand, slow and trembling, landed on the button of Ning Mufeng’s white shirt.
However, whether it was due to using only one hand or excessive trembling, the button remained undone after several attempts.
Ning Mufeng didn’t rush him; he just tilted his head slightly, allowing Ruan Qing to continue his actions.
Yet, despite the slightly lowered gaze, his eyes were fixed on Ruan Qing, as if anticipating his next move.
Ruan Qing bit his lightly red lips, seemingly giving up on unbuttoning, and hesitantly took a step forward.
Slowly approaching Ning Mufeng.
As if intending to kiss him.
Ning Mufeng, seeing this, cooperatively lowered his head slightly, making it easier for Ruan Qing.
However, to Ning Mufeng’s surprise, Ruan Qing didn’t aim for a kiss; instead, he tilted his head slightly and directly captured Ning Mufeng’s Adam’s apple.
Ning Mufeng instantly froze, his breath catching.
The throat was often considered the most vulnerable and sensitive part of a person.
If touched, one might instinctively push away the person in front of them.
But Ning Mufeng didn’t. Instead, he instinctively lifted his head, revealing a fair and slender neck.
The person in front of him was even more excessive.
As if in a posture of submission to the person before him, allowing the person to treat him as they pleased.
But upon closer inspection, one could see that Ning Mufeng tightly clenched his fists, with veins bulging in his hands.
Clearly, he exerted great control to stand there like that.
However, his gaze was no longer the usual gentle and indifferent one; instead, it was like a beast staring intently at its prey.
As if he would pounce in the next second and devour the prey completely.
But the person in front, tilting their head, was naively nibbling on his Adam’s apple and didn’t notice his change.
Ning Mufeng slightly closed his eyes, hiding his gaze, returning to the gentlemanly Ning Mufeng.
The clean and neat Ning Mufeng, the one others liked, and the one envied by the person in front.
Ruan Qing lightly nibbled on Ning Mufeng’s Adam’s apple and then raised his head to look at him, extending his hand again.
However, this time, it wasn’t to unbutton his clothes.
Instead, from the neckline of Ning Mufeng’s coat, he pressed down slowly, the movement slow and filled with an indescribable sensuality.
Ruan Qing’s slender fingers finally slid to the position of Ning Mufeng’s heart, which, like the throat, was a very fragile place.
Just a simple touch caused Ning Mufeng’s breath to hitch again.
The white shirt was very thin, thin enough for Ning Mufeng to feel the temperature of the other’s fingers.
A bit chilly, yet it could ignite all the desires in one’s heart.
Ning Mufeng lowered his eyes, looking at the fingers resting on his chest.
The young man’s fingers were fair and slender, and because he wore a white shirt, they didn’t appear dark but rather translucent.
Captivating to the point where one couldn’t look away.
And now, this hand was pressing against his chest and continuing to slide down, perhaps in a moment... Ning Mufeng’s breath involuntarily intensified.
His willpower... seemed to be loosening.
Hmm.
Ruan Qing slightly lowered his gaze, deepening the suggestive hypnosis.
Just as Ning Mufeng was anticipating what would happen next, a hesitant voice sounded from behind.
“What are you... doing?”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Qing subtly glanced behind him at the three people, seeming to show a hint of panic in his eyes. The next moment, he quickly withdrew his hand.
He even stepped back several steps, deliberately creating distance from Ning Mufeng, avoiding eye contact with the three people around the corner.
Ning Mufeng looked toward the newcomers, subconsciously touching his Adam’s apple, that had just been lightly nibbled by Ruan Qing, lost in thought.
A few seconds later, Ning Mufeng chuckled softly and spoke gently, “Nothing.”
