[To Become a River of Stars] Dong Xiange - Chapter 64 [H]

The room fell silent again. For once, Shiliu was quiet too, but her amethyst-like eyes were fixed intently on him.

Li Xuanci’s gaze held Shiliu’s eyes. No matter the situation, they always seemed to hold a faint light—not dazzling, yet unwavering—as they looked at him.

He couldn’t resist reaching out, as if to capture it, or perhaps to extinguish that glimmer. But before his fingers could touch her delicately trembling lashes, a pair of soft hands grasped his.

“Brother, where’s the candy?” Shiliu smiled with childlike innocence. Her small fingertips rested softly on the back of Li Xuanci’s hand, each nail bearing tiny white crescents.

Li Xuanci didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his hand to hold hers, gently guiding it to her own cheek. Shiliu’s peach-blossom pink face rested quietly in his palm; he could even feel the faint, almost imperceptible brush of the fine hairs on her skin against his hand.

His palm was so warm it made Shiliu’s bones itch with a pleasant tingle. She couldn’t help but squint her eyes and unconsciously nuzzle against his palm.

Watching Shiliu secretly cuddle in his hand, Li Xuanci’s eyes darkened slightly. Instead of answering her question, he leisurely began to interrogate her.

“Did I not say that if you call anyone else ‘brother,’ I would pull out your tongue?” His tone was casual, but his fingers lingered on Shiliu’s cheek, stroking it faintly.

By now, Shiliu had completely forgotten how she had repeatedly called her senior brother “brother” earlier that day. Naturally, she didn’t remember ever making such a promise. Far from being afraid, she simply smiled obediently in his hand.

“Shiliu knows. Shiliu is the most obedient,” she replied playfully, utterly unaware of what she was saying.

Looking at her curved brows and eyes, shaped like little crescent moons, Li Xuanci raised one eyebrow and pronounced his judgment, “It seems you’re incapable of learning.”

A young beast that hasn’t shed its wildness requires both reward and punishment to be tamed. This was a principle Li Xuanci understood all too well.

He took a moment to consider whether to strip her bare like a lamb and hang her exposed, or to mercifully give her another chance, using small tricks to coax this fool with a brain the size of an almond.

Just then, Shiliu giggled softly. The plump softness of her cheek pressed against his palm, and with her laughter, it subtly tapped against his calloused skin, sending faint, tingling ripples.

The light in her eyes, reflected in her curved, smiling eyes, shattered into glittering stardust, like fruit wine brewed in summer—intoxicating and dizzying.

The next moment, Li Xuanci lifted the giggling girl and placed her on the bed. The bed curtains fell, enclosing a silent, wordless world.

Once on the bed, Shiliu rolled over and sat up, asking curiously, “Brother, are we closing our eyes so early?”

She thought it was time to sleep, but her mind was still on the snacks.

Since arriving here, Li Xuanci had Jin Zhan buy her snacks every day. If Shiliu behaved, she would get rewards. Today was no different; she was still hoping for that bit of sweetness.

But Li Xuanci’s gaze was heavy as he assessed this ignorant, pure prey.

Then, from within the misty, enveloping silk curtains, a hand with distinct knuckles emerged. Long fingers hooked the plate of honeyed dates on the nearby table and brought it inside.

Li Xuanci looked down at the thick, viscous amber honey in the plate, coating each crimson date. Lifting his eyes slightly, he could see Shiliu’s bright eyes fixed solely on the dates, oblivious to everything else.

For once, he felt a flicker of puzzlement. Why did she like such cloying things so much that she couldn’t tear her eyes away?

Under Shiliu’s watery gaze, his slender fingers picked up a honeyed date. The sticky honey immediately spread, slowly and greedily clinging to his fingertips.

Shiliu’s eyes grew even brighter, fixed on the date at his fingertips, nearly glowing. Li Xuanci glanced at her, then brought the date to her lips.

Shiliu’s lips were rather small, just a tiny, pink bud. Before she could react, they met the amber syrup, staining half her mouth with a vivid, captivating gloss, as if glazed, revealing a smooth luster that made one want to hold them in their mouth and savor them.

When Shiliu finally detected the sweetness seeping through her lips, she belatedly realized the treat and immediately opened her mouth, taking in both the honeyed date and his fingertips.

Li Xuanci had done it on purpose.

Of course, he had done it on purpose.

The warm interior of her mouth enveloped him without any barrier, fully accepting him. Her small tongue inadvertently brushed against the skin of his fingertips—a little ticklish, but mostly hot.

It made him feel as if he were holding a tiny, pounding bird’s heart.

How could he restrain himself?

And why should he?

She was his to begin with.

Li Xuanci’s fingertips began to move, deliberately tangling with her soft, vulnerable tongue, making that warm, moist little thing dance to his rhythm, submit to his guidance, and become intoxicated by his play.

The honey on his finger melted in Shiliu’s mouth, spreading layers of sweetness that soothed her and made her compliant to this absurdity.

The sticky honey mixed with the saliva in her mouth, becoming an indistinguishable, tangled, dense web. With each swallow, it was constantly torn apart and constantly stuck back together.

When Li Xuanci finally withdrew his finger from her mouth, a silvery strand followed—unclear whether it was honey or her saliva—stretching thinly between Shiliu’s plump lips and his fingertip before snapping and landing at the corner of her mouth.

A faint blush rose on her cheeks, but the current Shiliu didn’t understand desire; she merely presented her body’s reactions honestly and openly.

Her mind didn’t comprehend, but her body had been awakened.

Li Xuanci looked down at the faint redness on Shiliu’s cheekbones, using his moistened finger to trace across her tender cheek, leaving an ambiguous wet mark.

The light in Shiliu’s eyes remained dazed and innocent, not understanding what he was doing, simply gazing at him, hoping to beg for more sweetness.

The next moment, this brother who had always given her candy pressed the back of her head with one hand, applying an irresistible force to push her down. He loosened his belt, exposed his p*nis, and lazily uttered one word, “Lick.”

Vague memories flashed through Shiliu’s mind—she still remembered some sensations from that chaotic night, so she miraculously grasped Li Xuanci’s meaning.

But Shiliu didn’t much like the taste. Last time, it had gone on until Li Xuanci lost some control. She truly didn’t understand the appeal—why eat this “stick” instead of snacks? And she couldn’t actually eat it, only lick.

So, rather slyly, Shiliu imitated him. She also put her fingers into the honey, scooped up a handful of stickiness, and then smeared it all over his p*nis, seeking more sweetness for herself.

Li Xuanci’s dark, feather-like eyelashes trembled. A glint swiftly flashed in his eyes before sinking back into darkness. He simply watched this reckless little girl make the situation increasingly unmanageable.

An ambiguous touch spread. That area was most sensitive. The stickiness of the honey was like heavy silk, silently entangling the fine, dense nerves, weaving a web that was difficult to escape and utterly sticky.

Shiliu watched as the golden honey piled entirely on the umbrella-like glans—so fierce and full of strength—the tiny slit at the top slightly opening and closing with this sudden change.

But all struggle was smothered under the stifling thick syrup. Only the amber-like liquid, accumulating weight, irresistibly slid downward inch by inch.

It slid over the glans, dark and silky, accumulating a plump excess in the coronal sulcus, then landed on the coiled veins, enveloping this throbbing, burgeoning p*nis.

Some even slid all the way to the scr*tum below, following the central depression inward, hanging like a droplet of honey about to fall.

Shiliu grew anxious. She had been too greedy, scooping too much honey, so that before she could react, it was about to fall.

Unwilling to miss any sweetness, she finally did something foolish.

Shiliu narrowed the tip of her tongue—so moist, so red, so tender—and naively, foolishly reached out, hooking that droplet about to fall.

Her tongue was lighter than a butterfly’s wing. With just that slight hook, she captured the droplet of honey, yet stirred infinite waves in that fatal place, assailing the converging nerve endings.

That wasn’t enough. Shiliu licked upward against the path the syrup had slid.

Her red, moist tongue tip resisted the bulging veins, gently pressing down the bulging blood vessels, teasing the blood flowing within, then continued upward, making the briefly obstructed blood surge even more violently.

Her tongue tip was like the juicy flesh revealed when a fresh peach is cut open—just a little, yet so tender and pink—gently and meticulously caressing his fearsome penis, the coiled veins, the burgeoning glans.

The sweetness gradually intensified. The honey was licked away, but the moist skin was immediately replaced with the ambiguous water marks she left behind.

Everything mixed together—you blending with me, me blending with you—a sticky, messy entanglement, even clinging to her lips, intimately connecting her soft, innocent lips with the man’s p*nis through fine, silky strands.

But Shiliu didn’t care at all. She only pursued the sweet taste, tirelessly dancing with her tongue, actively entangling with the man’s sex organ.

A transparent fluid seeped from the urethral opening, mixing with the syrup and her saliva, adding an even more ambiguous lavor.

Shiliu grew even more enthusiastic. She simply opened her lips and swallowed the burgeoning glans in one go, her tongue winding around the round head, licking. The soft surface of her tongue perfectly nestled into its curve, grinding against it.

Shiliu grew even more enthusiastic. She simply opened her lips and swallowed the burgeoning glans in one go, her tongue winding around the round head, licking. The soft surface of her tongue perfectly nestled into its curve, grinding against it.

Only when she felt she had licked it completely clean, with no more sweetness left, did Shiliu straighten up, savoring the sweetness in her mouth. Her eyes curved, looking somewhat smugly at Li Xuanci.
And Li Xuanci, unusually, didn’t scold her. In fact, he didn’t see Shiliu’s smug face.

Because Li Xuanci was currently tilting his chin up, his gaze was fixed on the canopy above. His jaw tightened into an extremely sharp, sharp line, his vulnerable Adam’s apple exposed, sliding slightly with a swallow.

Shiliu looked puzzledly at his Adam’s apple, then touched her own. She clearly had a bulge too, but no matter how she swallowed, it didn’t slide like his.

Curiosity stirred in her. Like a fawn drawing water at dawn, she leaned forward carefully.

Li Xuanci was struggling against himself. When Shiliu unconsciously licked that spot, something intensely seemed to explode in his mind with the pleasure, splattering everywhere, making him unable to distinguish whether he was angry or joyful.

He swallowed the unuttered sigh, fighting against his instincts, but emotions still overflowed from within like tidewater.

More, need more. Tear apart her fragile, slender body, drink her blood, eat her flesh, devour to satisfaction. Then I won’t lose control anymore, can return contentedly to self-control that never gets out of control.

Li Xuanci closed his eyes, resisting the violent energy rampaging through his veins. His hand trembled slightly—half from the impulse to kill, half from forced repression.

The next moment, his exposed Adam’s apple was enveloped by something warm. A small tongue slid over it.

No longer able to hold back, ink-black waves surged in Li Xuanci’s mind, staining his reason with traces of filth.

No need for clarity.

Do whatever you want. It should be like this anyway.

He reached out, hooked her tender chin, and ordered in a hoarse voice, “Take off your clothes.”

“All of them.”