[Yandere obsession + double cleansing + extreme pulling + forced love + taming and anti-taming + physical and mental abuse]
"Congratulations -"
The words were not finished.
He Anche lowered his head and kissed him.
Not a punishment, not a declaration, not a mark. It's missing. It's the kind of longing that has been suppressed for seven days, accumulated for seven days, and swelled to the point of bursting the chest.
He Anche's lips pressed against his, very hard, but not harshly - it was so hard that he wanted to crush him and swallow him.
Chen Mo loosened his fingers and the chamomile in his arms fell to the ground and scattered all over the place.
He didn't pick it up.
He raised his hand and hooked He Anche's neck, stood on tiptoes, and responded to the kiss.
From the entrance to the living room, from the living room to the stairs, and from the stairs to the bedroom.
Clothes were scattered all over the floor. There are shoes here and there. Two buttons of He Anche's shirt were torn off, and Chen Mo's sweater was pushed to his chest.
They stumbled across the corridor, knocking over a vase at the end of the corridor and spilling water all over the floor. No one stopped.
He Anche pressed Chen Mo against the bedroom door and kissed his lips. Then there's the chin. Then there's the neck. Chen Mo raised his head, the back of his head pressed against the door panel, and his throat was exposed to the air. He Anche's lips pressed against him, and the tip of his tongue licked his Adam's apple. Chen Mo's body trembled suddenly.
