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JM Chapter112

Extra 6: Unstained 06

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a rumble outside the window, a few flashes of light flashed, and heavy rain poured down. His heart was pounding, and he instantly found more reasons to rely on his adoptive father. The boy buried his face in the other party’s neck: “It’s thundering, Godfather. Ugh, I’m scared.”

 

The hot breath swept across his neck like a fox’s tail, accompanied by his little lover’s coquettish whispers, which was nothing short of torture to test one’s willpower. Tunshe Nalin involuntarily tightened his abdomen, slightly arched his body, patted the back of the person in his arms, and coaxed softly, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

 

“Godfather, sleep with me.” The boy grabbed the belt around his nightgown and gently pulled it, but he immediately grabbed his wrist, the last straw that broke the camel’s back was about to fall, but his little lover was still ignorant and recklessly lighting a fire, which was really terrible. But his little lover, who was still a half-grown child, would wake up crying when he remembered the fragments of his past life in his dreams. He didn’t dare to think about what would happen if he restored all his memories, and he didn’t dare to let him bear his surging love either. At least, he had to wait until he grew up and matured mentally and then proceed step by step…

 

He clenched his teeth, stuffed the boy’s hands into the quilt, wrapped him up, and then lay down beside him stiffly.

 

Na Ran, who was wrapped like a cicada pupa, arched his body and uttered a small protest: “Ouch, it’s hot…”

 

His back felt cold, and a cold hand pulled him into a cool embrace: “If you sleep with me, you need to cover yourself tightly; otherwise, you will catch a cold. Have you forgotten?”

 

Na Ran was stunned for a moment, then nodded. It had been so long since he had slept with his adoptive father that he had forgotten that even in the hot summer, sleeping with his godfather did not require the use of a fan.

 

“Alright, you still have to go to school tomorrow, so go to sleep.” Tunshe Nalin’s voice beside his ear was gentle but not too intimate, as if the word ‘like’ he heard a moment ago was just his wishful thinking. Does Godfather’s likes only refer to his paintings? Godfather didn’t see through anything?

 

Na Ran raised his eyes in disbelief and was caught off guard by a pair of red eyes staring at him very close. The bottoms of the eyes were dark and burning, like charcoal that had been burning in an old stove for a long time and was about to burn into ashes, which made his heart beat violently. But the next moment, the long, thick, black eyelashes pressed down, and Tunshe Nalin closed his eyes, blocking him out like an old monk in meditation.

 

That look was not his illusion.

 

The rebellious boy licked his teeth unwillingly, made up his mind, tilted his head back, and put his lips forward like a sacrifice, kissing his adoptive father, the only god he had admired and relied on since he was a child.

 

Tunshe Nalin’s body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrank to a very small size. Before he could come to his senses, the boy bit his lip lightly with all his might. There was another thunderclap outside the window, and the string in his mind that had been stretched to the limit suddenly broke. He pressed the boy down and took the tribute that the other party offered deep into his lips and teeth.

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