738: Flexible Tongue

Flexible Tongue

Dr. Feng stared at his own wrist held by the circles of Luan's long fingers, dazed.  2

There was a nagging doubt in his mind that something was off with Luan's request, but the part that raised the doubt only totalled to one-fourth or one-fifth of his usual thinking capacity. The remaining part was sluggish as if his brain cells were waterlogged and had become a useless chunk of goo. He could only watch blankly as Luan brought his hand to his mouth.

In their position – one sitting and one standing – Luan ought to bend down to accommodate him and all of a sudden, the distance between them narrowed. Those dark bottomless eyes peered into his face and measured his emotions carefully, "Can you? Or… are you too drunk right now?"

Dr. Feng felt his ears tickle when that baritone voice drifted softly to him, causing him to shrink his neck slightly. Just what was wrong with him tonight? Why was he feeling so warm and ticklish all over? 

It could be said that Luan understood Dr. Feng's temperament very well. As a proud and perfectionist researcher who wanted nothing but the best for his own projects – not to mention the system which he had built with his own blood, sweat and tears for decades – he could not bear it the most when his capability was being questioned. Like a cat whose tail was being stepped on, Dr. Feng immediately jumped to his feet and bristled, "What do you mean by that? I can. Of course I can!"

Luan leaned back in time to prevent Dr. Feng's head from knocking on his chin, a smile flashed in his eyes which were swiftly masked once the other man raised his head to look at him.

Dr. Feng's gaze zeroed in on Luan's thin and pale pink lips. As expected of the most famous robotics manufacturer in the entire galaxy, those lips looked nearly perfect from up close. He scrutinized deeply but still could not find any flaw. "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Luan discreetly held his breath when Dr. Feng's face drew near, warm breath softly gazing against his chin. His throat bobbed up and down, and his voice became slightly raspy when he replied, "I don't know… this is the first time I've ever had a body so it feels a bit weird. I am just not sure if this is normal."

"Hmm…" Dr. Feng nodded in contemplation. Luan's explanation made sense. It was reasonable that he had no idea how a human's body worked. 

The alcohol must have turned his IQ negative because he had totally forgotten the fact that Luan had spent many, many years living inside the simulator. What kind of form had he used there? Of course, it's a human's! How was it possible that he would be unsure about the condition of his own body?! 

Alas, the drunk Head Administrator was really gullible right now and was easily taken advantage of by his own system…

"The flexibility, texture and moisture level of your tongue, right?" Dr. Feng asked to confirm and when he received Luan's nod of affirmation, he replied with a relaxed demeanor, "Well, that's easy. Let me go and put on my gloves first—"

He turned around and had not even taken one step yet when his wrist was once again caught by Luan. "Wait," the man said. "How can you get the exact measurements with gloves? Isn't it better if you use your hands directly to feel it?" He persuaded in such a convincing tone that the tipsy Dr. Feng thought that what he said made perfect sense.

He slapped his forehead and grimaced, "Look at how clumsy I am. Okay, okay, let me check it for you. Sit down first." To facilitate his observation, he placed his hands on Luan's shoulders and pressed him down to sit on the low table. As a result, Luan's long legs stretched out and bracketed him on both sides. Utterly unaware of how ambiguous their current position was, Dr. Feng took a step forward and sent himself further into the range of Luan's long limbs.

Satisfied, Dr. Feng tipped Luan's chin up and demanded, "Open your mouth…" 

He bent down and put his face even closer to Luan to peer into his mouth. Due to the lack of lighting, he had to lean closer and squint his eyes to see better. He also had no idea why he chose to remain in this position rather than to just flick on the power switch in the office. It must be the alcohol that made him slow and dumb.

Luan narrowed his charming eyes, stared at the serious-looking man in front of him for two long seconds before obediently parting his mouth. He slanted his body and propped his palms on the table in a more comfortable position.

If anybody were to walk in right now, they would be shocked to see these two people's position. It looked just like… they were about to kiss!

"Nothing is wrong visually. The color and shape looks okay…" Dr. Feng murmured his discovery out loud, totally oblivious of how the man in front of him had long ceased his breathing. 

Next, he reached out and pushed two fingers into Luan's mouth and accurately pinched the tip of Luan's tongue. Luan's fingers twitched violently and a violent storm brewed within his eyes. He was akin to a beast who crouched among the shadows, ready to pounce on the prey he'd long set his eyes on. Yet once again, poor Dr. Feng's sense of danger failed to work properly. 

He was busy marveling at the inside of Luan's mouth. The softness, the warmth and the slickness of his tongue… everything was so realistic! How utterly spectacular! 

Dr. Feng twisted and hooked his fingers around Luan's moist tongue a few times, and perceived the artificial saliva that coated around his fingers. With an amazed look, he pulled his fingers out and rubbed them together. "I think nothing is wrong with the level of moisture. Everything is very on point. Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His whole body, Luan thought. His whole body felt so uncomfortable as if it was going to burst apart. 

He closed his mouth and licked his gums, savoring the lingering taste of Dr. Feng's fingers inside his mouth. He was clenching his fists so tight that his nails had formed crescent marks on his palm, and only with the stinging pain could he forcibly string his sanity together. He had never taken his gaze off Dr. Feng's expression all this while and thus, he could naturally tell that the man's attention had solely been focused on research. Even though this was what Luan had intended to take advantage of, he could not help but feel frustrated. 

Did he really not feel anything at all? Not even a hint of nervousness? Did he really not know what kind of effect he had on Luan…?

Luan's gaze darkened as they fell on Dr. Feng's perfectly shaped lips. He told himself that he should not do this, that he should not breach this line lest this man would push him away again. Yet it was for naught. All of the mental preparation he had done, the armor he had painstakingly built around his heart and the effort he had exerted not to wear his heart on his sleeves… everything immediately crumbled like a falling house of dominos once this person's eyes landed on him. His defenses were so fragile and thin that they might as well be nonexistent.

Unable to stop himself, Luan heard himself asking, "What about the flexibility?" His voice sounded so rough and husky as though scraped from the hollow of his throat.

"Flexibility?" Dr. Feng blinked, confused. "There is no—"

"I think you should check it yourself before you can say for sure…" Not giving any chance for Dr. Feng to react, Luan pinched the man's chin and surged up to capture his lips, his flexible tongue slipping in between the seams of Dr. Feng's alluring lips.

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Mini theater

Luan: everything is for the sake of research, why are you thinking so much?

Dr. Feng: ...

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