That burning gaze—he hadn’t done anything yet, and Xia Xiyan already felt as though she was being seen through completely from head to toe.
The scorching heat quietly spread to her ears. Xiyan coughed lightly, "I don’t need you to apply it; I can do it myself. Give it to quickly."
"No." Ou Jue held her small hands captive, looking down at her. "Lie down obediently, don’t force to use other ans."
Xiyan: "..."
Why is he so domineering?
The bites on her arms and calves were manageable.
But there were... other embarrassing spots bitten too.
Sob sob, this is so humiliating...
That being said, how could Xiyan possibly win against the Demon King, Ou Jue?
When he told you to lie down, even if you didn’t, he’d make sure you did by any ans necessary.
Sigh, the end result would be the sa anyway...
Admitting defeat, Xiyan loosened her grip and obediently lay down.
She turned her head and cutely asked, "It’s just applying dicine, right?"
Ou Jue chuckled deeply—a sound so tantalizing. "What else were you thinking of doing?"
Xiyan regretfully withdrew her little head, pressing it against her crossed arms. "Nothing at all!"
The little girl lay there very obediently, her petite fra trembling slightly with her breathing.
Ou Jue gently lifted her clothes upward.
A large portion of her back was exposed to the chilly air.
Xiyan bit her lip tightly.
She was lying on the bed, unable to see Ou Jue’s expression, but she could feel his scorching gaze fixed intently on her.
That gaze—like it was about to lt her completely.
Slender fingertips dipped in transparent ointnt gently brushed across Xiyan’s back.
Her body clearly trembled.
Ou Jue’s eyes darkened.
Sensitive, little thing.
His hand seed electric, bringing a sharp, tingling sensation wherever he touched, straight to her brain.
"Mmm..." Xiyan bit her lip but couldn’t stop herself from letting out a sound.
That soft, sultry voice escaped instinctively from her throat.
Ou Jue paused slightly, then leaned down to her ear, his voice hoarse. "It’s just applying dicine, why are you making noises? Hmm?"
"..." Xiyan buried her flushed face completely into her arms.
She, she, she—she didn’t know why! That sound just couldn’t be controlled!
No, she had to hold it in.
That sound was way too embarrassing...
Xiyan sank her teeth deeper into her lip, feeling Ou Jue’s hand gliding back and forth lightly over her back.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
"Hurry up..." Xiyan’s voice quivered in a plea, "It tickles..."
Ou Jue’s breath turned scorching, his dark eyes locking onto the girl biting her lip with an expression of sheer discomfort.
His tone, however, maintained a steady line, though it grew raspier. "Can’t rush it—it has to be applied thoroughly."
"Ugh..." Xiyan was nearly in tears, feeling herself growing weaker and weaker under his touch.
What was happening to her?
This feeling was so strange!
Her throat threatened to let out uncontrollable noises again. She fought it desperately, but still, small, scattered sounds escaped.
"Xia Xiyan." His voice, low and suppressed, called.
"What?" Xiyan turned her head towards him, only to feel the touch of fingertips on her back disappear the next second—Ou Jue leaned in and kissed her directly in her current posture.
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