[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 102 [H]

“I’ve had enough.”

These few short words cut through the steamy mist, pinning Shiliu in place. She felt a delusion, as if Li Xuanci, who was currently buried against her neck, would truly bite through her throat in the next second, tear through flesh and blood, and devour her whole.

Sharp fangs pressed into her skin, eager to quench the restlessness in his body with her blood. Li Xuanci’s lips, his tongue, his teeth, even his body temperature—all became instruments of torture.

Shiliu could hardly tell if her ears had disobeyed her will and started burning on their own, or if they had been heated by the damp air.

Forced to tilt her head back in this position, she saw the sky full of brilliant stars, untarnished by dust, hanging high in the sky—clean and bright, making her blush for no reason.

“I didn’t see you here.” Even though she was telling the truth, somehow her words came out sounding like a poor attempt to cover up.

This inexplicable, belated shyness made her start struggling belatedly. The warm spring water lapped against her in waves, gently caressing every inch of her nerves, turning into a seductive lure, waiting for her to succumb.

Such struggles were not a cage to contain the wild beast but a horn to release it.

Li Xuanci restrained her wrist underwater while his other hand slid from her waist up her back, finally stopping at the base of her ear.

“Hiding from what?”

He didn’t care whether Shiliu’s excuse was true or false, simply pulling her closer. His voice dropped low for no reason, like a scalding blade scraping against her eardrum. Just hearing it made a hot, tingling numbness spread through her.

Why wouldn’t she hide? What was happening now was utterly improper.

Shiliu’s underrobe was soaked through by the water, as if shrouded in a hazy mist, faintly revealing the jade-like colour of her skin. The soft silk of her inner garment sometimes wrinkled, sometimes clung tightly to her body, like an undulating peninsula in the mist, coyly exposing the curves of her body.

The underrobe meant to cover her instead became an even more ambiguous temptation.

His handsome nose tip slid down from the base of her ear, lightly brushing her skin as it stealthily slipped into the slightly parted collar of her robe.

On the misty water surface, Li Xuanci appeared to humbly bury his face in the hollow of Shiliu’s shoulder. Yet the frantically pulsing vein on her neck revealed who the true hunter was.

He used the tip of his nose to push aside the loose collar, licking over the glazed skin. His tongue pressed against the nearly transparent wet cotton, faintly revealing a hint of desire-flushed damp redness.

That layer of cloth almost became an accomplice in covering his crimes. Li Xuanci wantonly used his lips and tongue to bite and taste this damp body, his teeth sinking into soft, plump flesh, his tongue teasing delicate skin.

She felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore, unsure if it was from the steam muddling her mind or because of the person ravaging her body. She could only dazedly say, “I feel unwell.”

She truly felt unwell. A burning restlessness was crawling through the gaps in her bones, making it impossible to break free.

The thin, soft underrobe clinging tightly to her skin after being soaked had instead become a soft cage—she couldn’t escape this silky, heated torment no matter what.

Li Xuanci let out a low laugh. The sound rose with the steaming mist, drilling into her ears, crawling bit by bit through her ear canal into her body.

“Liar.”

After saying these two words, he, without any restraint, took Shiliu’s ni*ple into his mouth through the soaked silk garment.

How shameless.

That small ni*ple had long been aroused by the heat, standing erect and creating a subtle hint through the thin fabric, faintly revealing an extremely pale cherry pink. The wet garment clung to the young girl’s bre*st, outlining what should have been hidden in the most explicit way.

Li Xuanci greedily swallowed this tender bamboo shoot-like ni*ple. His damp mouth wantonly enveloped the pale bre*st, his tongue deliberately teasing and stirring, making the silk cloth covering the bre*st flesh churn along with it.

Her underrobe, soaked through, clung to her skin. Though the fabric was soft, the wetness added a clinging friction. Under the relentless exploration of his tongue, the delicate peaks of her bre*sts were rubbed raw, with not a single inch left untouched.

The silk was cool and damp, but his lips and tongue were searingly hot. In the interplay of cool and heat, a reckless passion quietly fermented.

At some point, Li Xuanci had released his grip on her wrist, but Shiliu remained completely unaware.

So hot. She felt unbearably hot, as if her very bones were melting.

The silk fabric, dragged by his lips and tongue, rubbed and twisted over the creamy flesh of her bre*sts. Her body felt like it was melting too, like rich ointment, becoming as soft and boneless as the gently undulating waves rippling across the pool.

Only his tongue remained as her sole anchor, tethering her body, dominating the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Instinctively, Shiliu wrapped her arms around the head buried between her tender bre*sts. Her wet nails gleamed with water as her fingers plunged deep into his black hair.

“Mmm… Be gentle.”

A heated moan escaped her lips, carrying a moist sweetness that echoed within the small, steam-filled enclosure.

But such a soft, pliant plea only fuelled the desire to torment her further. Especially when she was facing a beast that had already lost its restraint.

Li Xuanci showed no mercy. Instead, he sucked fiercely on her bre*st, making the soft flesh ripple with a lewd wave.

“Ah…!” Shiliu cried out, trembling as she lost control, her fingers dislodging his tied hair.

The young man’s dark hair cascaded down. The fragmented reflection of moonlight danced on the water’s surface, his hair strands subtly teasing the hot spring. With his hair down, he gained an almost demonic allure, yet the intensely aggressive desire in his eyes was enough to suffocate anyone who met his gaze.

Li Xuanci paid no mind to his disheveled hair, engrossed in the pleasure of playing with the body before him.

It wasn’t enough. Just using his tongue could hardly be considered torment.

The more Li Xuanci toyed with her bre*st with his lips, the more a restless, insatiable agitation grew within him. It scraped along his spine, spread from the roots of his teeth, making his eyes burn red.

All reason was gone. He could see nothing else. Only the soft, white mounds, veiled by the hazy mist, trembling under his lips and tongue, were real.

He bit down hard, cruelly clamping his teeth onto the pitifully taut peak, instantly making it red and swollen.

Shiliu cried out sharply, a wave of inexplicable grievance washing over her. She began pushing Huan against his chest, whimpering, “You’re bullying me, you bully! Bullying me!”

Unexpectedly, Li Xuanci actually paused. He lifted his head to look directly at her, their eyes meeting as he drew closer, inch by inch.

He deliberately stopped at an extremely close distance, until only each other’s reflections remained in their pupils. Shiliu seemed somewhat subdued by his intensity, quieting down, gazing blurly into his exceedingly beautiful eyes.

Li Xuanci leaned in gently, letting their noses brush almost imperceptibly. Waiting until Shiliu’s breath hitched slightly, he breathed out a scorching whisper, uttering words both reckless and provocative.

“I am bullying you.”

“So what?”