[Quick Transmigration] The Clingy Spirit of the Blackened Male Supporting Character - Chapter 17

Luo Ning was quite afraid of pain, so aside from kisses and hugs, he tended to shy away from more intimate gestures.

But he couldn’t help but be drawn to Shen Zhou’s eight-pack abs, each muscle clearly defined with smooth lines. He couldn’t help but reach out his eager little paws to touch them.

If only he had muscles too, but all he had was a soft little belly.

Shen Zhou was aware that Luo Ning was envious of his abs, but he didn’t expect that a few muscles could attract this little cat. Ha, what a little lecherous cat.

Shen Zhou knew how to use his physique to his advantage. From time to time, he let his shirt slip to entice Luo Ning closer, and when he lured the person over, he would pull him into his arms and ravage him.

His gaze suddenly landed on the apron hanging nearby. His eyes darkened, and he suddenly remembered the viewers commenting on Luo Ning’s slim waist.

Images flashed in his mind uncontrollably, and a hidden fire leaped in his deep eyes.

He reached for the apron and whispered to Luo Ning to put it on.

Luo Ning was puzzled. “Are you hungry?”

Didn’t they just have dinner? Was Shen Zhou still hungry?

Shen Zhou hummed, but when he saw Luo Ning casually drape the apron over himself, he placed his big hand on Luo Ning to stop him. “That’s not how you wear it.”

After a moment of thinking, he added, “Let me teach you.”

His arm wrapped around Luo Ning’s waist, which was indeed very slender. The two of them leaned against each other, their shadows intertwining intimately.

Luo Ning didn’t quite understand. Was there a specific way to wear an apron? But as Shen Zhou’s long fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, he suddenly understood. A wave of heat rushed to his head, turning his face into the color of a ripe tomato, pink and moist, making one want to take a bite.

Luo Ning felt uneasy and wanted to pull away. He was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions—shame, fear, and a subtle anticipation.

Biting his lip in frustration, he wanted to push Shen Zhou away, but Shen Zhou buried his head in his neck. A faint and cool fragrance enveloped him, sending shivers through his heart as if fireworks were bursting inside.

When Shen Zhou’s soft lips pressed against him, Luo Ning felt tipsy, his peach blossom eyes sparkling. He unconsciously leaned closer.

When Luo Ning finally realized what was happening, he felt a cool breeze on his legs. He broke free from Shen Zhou’s embrace and discovered he was only wearing the apron.

Luo Ning’s waist was so thin that it could be held firmly. Shen Zhou’s large hand rubbed him, exuding a hint of possessiveness. His slender legs were fair and thin.

In contrast to the apron, there was a striking visual impact.

Shen Zhou’s gaze darkened. When Luo Ning glared at him, he covered Luo Ning’s eyes with his hand and whispered softly in his ear, “Don’t be afraid.”

Luo Ning slept until the next afternoon and woke up with a sore waist and bite marks on his calves. Was he a beast? This was too excessive.

He was soft and gentle, but that didn’t mean he could be squeezed like that.

Luo Ning was filled with resentment. He grabbed the pillow next to him and began punching it as if it were Shen Zhou.

A tall figure approached, holding a porcelain bowl. Luo Ning immediately turned away in displeasure.

Shen Zhou’s sharp features softened. He sat beside Luo Ning and asked gently, “Are you hungry?”

Luo Ning huffed, “I’m full of anger!”

Shen Zhou took hold of his hand that was gripping the pillow. “Even if you’re full of anger, you still need to eat. I tried making porridge for the first time. Don’t you want to taste it?”

Huh? Luo Ning turned around to look at the bowl with curiosity. The snow-white rice mixed with some vegetable bits looked quite good from the surface.

He was curious about what Shen Zhou’s cooking would taste like. Shen Zhou clearly looked like someone who had never cooked before.

But he still remembered that he was complaining, so he suppressed his curiosity and turned his head away. If he was so easy to coax, wouldn’t Shen Zhou just eat him to death?