The Power Minister’s Sweet Talk: The Spoiled Young Master Can’t Resist

Shen Lanci, the most spoiled young master in the capital, bought himself a person on a whim: Xiao Qi, silent and defiant, with a brand on the side of his neck that Lanci had impulsively ordered.

He thought he had bought a loyal dog. But only when he was held in someone's arms and kissed until he could barely breathe did the young master realize that this was a cunning, greedy wolf.

[Xiao Jin bent down and kissed him on the lips.

Before Shen Lanci could react, another kiss fell. This one was harder, unmistakably possessive. Xiao Jin's tongue pried open his teeth and swept inside, almost stealing every breath from him.

“Mm...” Shen Lanci tried to push him away, but his hands were pinned fast.

Xiao Jin kissed him deeply, fiercely...

He kissed his lips, his cheeks, then trailed along his jaw, lingering at his neck.

A flurry of kisses landed on his sensitive skin. Shen Lanci shuddered, tears welling up despite himself.

“Xiao Jin... let go...” His voice was thick with tears, but his hands pushed feebly, too weak to resist.

Xiao Jin acted as if he hadn't heard. He released Shen Lanci's wrists and wrapped his arms around his waist instead, pulling him even tighter against his chest. His kisses spread from Shen Lanci's neck to his collarbone, leaving one suggestive red mark after another.

Shen Lanci went weak all over beneath his kisses, tears pattering down his cheeks.]