After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 66.2

The Rescued “Princess” (2)

When Shi An was about to resist the urge to release his unconsciousness early and move his already sore body, eager footsteps sounded, hurrying in this direction.

He was coming!

Shi An’s spirits lifted.

The footsteps stopped beside him.

Mu Heng looked down and examined the young man before him.

Shi An’s eyes were tightly closed, his face a delicate pallor as if he had lost too much blood. His long raven-feather lashes were lowered, reflecting a light shadow as if about to dissipate into the pale daylight behind him.

He reached out tentatively and gently touched his counterpart’s cheek.

Real, alive–

Shi An heard, from overhead, a low sigh suppressed with some strong emotion.

“… Fortunately.”

Shi An froze.

Immediately afterward, he felt himself being gently picked up by a pair of strong arms, the familiar burning human body coming from his firm chest, the fresh and nice smell wrapping him up in his embrace.

He heard Wen Yao shouting for the paramedics and the noisy and chaotic footsteps of the humans soon after.

Shi An mentally sighed in relief.

It had worked.

The arms that encircled him were steady and strong, barely allowing Shi An to feel any vibrations and the only thing that indicated that he was still being led away from the auction house was the bright light he felt on his eyelids.

Shi An could smell the familiar smell of disinfectant water with the sound of a curtain lifting.

Must be inside the medical tent? Shi An guessed.

The medical staff soon examined him carefully and meticulously–although there were signs of frostbite on his body, his vital signs were intact. Even though he had fallen into an unexplained coma, he should be fine after some time.

Mm, perfect.

It would be good enough to get by.

Wen Yao’s hushed voice rang out from the corner of the tent as if she was persuading Mu Heng to accept the treatment but was rejected by the opposite party.

Immediately afterward, the messy sound of footsteps slowly moved away and the tent soon became extremely quiet.

However, Shi An could tell perfectly well that he was not the only one left behind.

… Who the other person was was self-explanatory.

“Clack, clack, clack–”

The man’s footsteps sounded steady and even, the soles of his boots tapping the ground with a familiar sound.

Shi An’s heart slowly lifted.

It was followed by a silence and stillness that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Although he could not hear any sound, Shi An could feel the presence of his opponent’s eyes falling on his body and subconsciously tensed up, uncomfortable in every way.

Hey! If you want to go and heal your wounds, then go! What are you doing here? Come on, you can go ahead to leave any day now!

It’s perverted to watch people sleep!

How am I supposed to wake up secretly while you’re here?

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and gazed at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man before him.

His eyes fell on the lips of the other man.

The young man’s lips were thinner, with soft, rounded lines and with not much blood, appearing pale and dry.

However, Mu Heng could vividly depict in his memory that the young man’s lips had been opened for a kiss until they were plump and crimson, with vague teeth marks on the lower lip and a wet, messy spit, revealing a bit of snow-white tooth surface and a soft, moist tongue.

He remembered the wet, foggy eyes, the slightly furrowed brow, the frozen red tip of his nose, the soft mumble that had escaped from his throat, tickling his heart softly, making him feel inexplicably distracted and tempted to swallow the sound whole or force more out of him.

Mu Heng remembered the hollow, cold echoes of his heart when he thought the other man was dead, the desire to kill fuelled by illusionary pain and intense rage.

And… his subconscious first thought upon hearing that the student had been successfully rescued–

The blood sacrifice had not been completed.

Shi An should still be alive then, too.

Mu Heng clearly remembered the intense joy that rose in his own heart when he realized this.

It was also then that Mu Heng understood.

The reason why he had felt intimidated at first sight of Shi An, why he had always felt a vague attraction and pull from the other side at all times.

The reason he never seemed to be able to refuse the other’s request.

And why his heart would feel so strongly affected when he saw him smile: soften and fidgety simultaneously.

Mu Heng’s eyes were slightly glazed over, a bit of complicated and dark emotion brewing underneath them as he gazed deeply at the young man in front of him.

That strange emotion was so overwhelming and unstoppable that it struck fear into his heart and he instinctively tried to stay away, but at the same time, he couldn't help wanting to get closer… and seize more.

For the first time, he did not restrain his desire.

Shi An felt his chin being gently lifted by the fingers of his opponent, shadows covering him down, the body heat and scent belonging to a human being enveloping him as densely as a net.

He suddenly panicked a little.

This, this, this… what was going on?

The script, script does not have this paragraph!

Wasn’t Mu Heng supposed to go off and get busy with something else after saving him?

Why did it develop into this?

Could… could it be…

For some reason, what the demon insect had mentioned emerged clearly in Shi An's mind.

Princess, knight, kiss, something like that.

… Can it be?

… It can’t be!

The scent of the opponent was getting closer by the second.

Shi An's head was in a mess, and in a panic, he subconsciously released his restraints, his eyelashes fluttering as he opened his eyes.

Mu Heng was stunned as he let out a low laugh.

“You’re awake.”

Shi An sighed in relief.

Right, right, right! So there’s no need for you to–

But the next second, there was a burning soft touch on his lips.

“…” Shi An’s eyes slowly widened.

He only saw Mu Heng’s face leaning in extremely close, his silver-white eyelashes dropping affectionately as he kissed him calmly and silently.