739: Not So Bad

Not So Bad

Dr. Feng's entire body was rooted in place when Luan's face suddenly came close to him, followed by a hot and aggressive touch that crashed onto his lips. His mind instantly shut down with a loud bang.  0

W–What was going on here? This was a… kiss? Luan was kissing him?

As soon as that moist tongue – the one which he had just pinched and kneaded with his fingers a minute ago – slipped through his lips and licked his teeth, Dr. Feng immediately snapped back to his senses. "...Mnn?!" What the hell?! They… They were just talking nicely about research so how did everything suddenly turn out like this?! 

Dizziness rushed to the top of his head and made his vision spin. Without even thinking, he stretched out his hands to push Luan's away. But apparently, Luan had long predicted his movements because in the next second, Dr. Feng found both his wrists being grabbed by a powerful grip. Before he could even react, his world suddenly tilted on its axis and the next thing he knew, his back collided with the couch with Luan's broad body hovering on top of him.

"W–Wait…!" Dr. Feng pushed Luan's solid chest away in a fluster when the man chased after his lips again. He turned his head to the side, his breathing uneven, "Stop! What are you…"

Luan paused. "What am I doing, you ask…" his smooth and pleasant-sounding voice was unusually rough and his words were forced out through gritted teeth as though he was suppressing some kind of violent emotions. Those eyes looked darker than the abyss as they pinned the man underneath him with unrestrained hunger and desire. "Can't you tell? We are researching…"

Dr. Feng gawked, outraged. "What—"

Luan did not give him any chance to finish his sentence. Seizing the chance when Dr. Feng's lips were gaping, he delved in and kissed him again, deeper this time.

Luan's mouth moved over his, desperate and sensual, as that flexible tongue licked and hooked with his own, sending a surge of delicious shivers down his spine and making his toes curl up. An involuntary moan was torn off his lips.

W–What was hell…

Never had he expected that his first kiss would happen in his own office, in the middle of the night, with his own system at that! Those lips and tongue encroached his private space with a forceful and aggressive momentum, teasing him again and again until the rims of his eyes flushed red. 

When all was said and done, this was Dr. Feng's first kiss after all. Not to mention the fact he was already drunk to begin with. He was not Luan's opponent at all. Once there was not enough supply of oxygen to his brain, he became even dizzier and his limbs were heavy as if they were stuffed with lead. Luan was too agile and skillful. It was as if he had learned all of Dr. Feng's weak spots beforehand – even ones that he never knew existed – and attacked them with single-minded devotion. 

Dr. Feng was utterly helpless and flustered. With his strength depleted, he could only lay there weakly and let his mouth be ravaged until any coherent thoughts bounced out of his mind to leave nothing but empty void behind. 

The drunk Head Administrator's eyes grew vacant as his body was gradually dominated by the unfamiliar torrent of pleasure he had never known before. 

Was this how a kiss really was? It makes you feel weak, breathless, dizzy and… weird. Overly weird. Tingles began to spread all over his body, awakening a certain part of him that he seldom paid attention to. An inexplicable thrill and anticipation surged in his chest, yet there was also a fear for the unknown slipping in between.

He felt like he was falling and falling and he could not help but grab onto Luan's shoulders to prevent himself from crashing to millions of pieces…

But it was no use.

His consciousness was quickly fading away and the last thought that slipped into his mind was – a kiss was not so bad, much to his own surprise.

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Luan halted when he perceived Dr. Feng's grip on him gradually becoming weaker and weaker. He squeezed his eyes tightly, summoned whatever strands of thin willpower that remained in his logical mind and withdrew from the warmth of Dr. Feng's intoxicating lips. It was unexpectedly so difficult as if he was tearing off a layer of his own skin. And when he saw Dr. Feng lying there on the sofa with his cheeks flushed and lips rosy, unconscious, he let out a faint curse, "Fuck…!"

He rolled himself off Dr. Feng, raked his fingers through his damp hair and forcibly curbed this insatiable beast called lust and desire into the cage inside his heart, this time with double the lock. 

Oh God, he… what had he done?

Everything had rapidly spiraled out of control and in the end, he had let himself be controlled by momentary impulse. It was clearly Dr. Feng who had drunk alcohol, yet unexpectedly, he found that he was also feeling a tad tipsy…

He had totally, wholly and completely… lost control of himself. How pathetic.

Luan rubbed his face roughly. "What the hell are you doing, Luan…" he murmured under his breath. He had overestimated his own restraint when it came to this man, and now… look at what he had done. Just the thought that he had taken advantage of Dr. Feng when the man was drunk was enough to douse the blazing fire in his heart. How… How could you do such a beastly thing?! You damn bastard! Luan mentally beat himself up black and blue and only then did he feel himself calming down.

Heaving a sigh, he turned to the sleeping Dr. Feng and hesitated briefly before he reached out to wipe the moisture on the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry…" he uttered softly, his tone bitter.

***

The next day, Dr. Feng awoke with a severe headache. His head was pounding as if there was a whole group of marching band jumping and running all over his nerves. He let out a pained groan and felt like he was going to die from how dry his throat was. Hell… what had happened to him?

A hand stretched out of nowhere to massage his aching temples for him, followed by a cool and soothing voice that washed over his throbbing nerves like a stream of spring water. "How are you feeling? Get up and drink water first."

Still groggy and disoriented, he let himself be supported to a sitting position and leaned against a warm chest bonelessly. When the rim of the cup was pressed against his lips, he obediently tipped his head back and swallowed a few large gulps, greedy and anxious to disassuage the burning fire on his throat.

"Slower," the same voice chided him softly.

Dr. Feng's lashes quivered and he abruptly choked on the water, coughing. Wait… Wait a moment, why did this sentence sound so familiar? Where had he heard it before—

He froze mid-cough when a surge of memories crashed back to him. The dim and hazy office, Luan who was sitting in front of him with his mouth open, the silky sensation of tongue between his fingers and… and the mind-blowing kiss…

He whirled his head around so fast that he almost got a whiplash. Then he was rewarded with another excruciating bout of headache. "Ugh…" he could not help but screw his eyes shut and pressed against his temple. Once again, a pair of cool hands took over the task and kneaded his pounding head for him. It felt so good and comfortable – wait, no! This was not the time for a head massage! 

Dr. Feng snapped his eyes open and glared at the culprit who had kissed him unconscious last night. He gnashed his teeth and asked with a sharp smile, "A research, huh?"

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