The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 295 The Little Black Panther Who Stole the Kasaya

His explanation was so weak and lacked any strength; instead, it sounded more like he was guilty. Lin Nan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and gently poked his reddened earlobe with her fingertip: "You didn't steal it? Then how come my things are with you?"

Under persistent questioning, Hossen finally admitted, "What you didn't want... I kept it."

She doesn't want it?

Lin Nan paused for a moment, then remembered that she did indeed have a bad habit of carelessly throwing her clothes around.

Especially in the summer, when she comes back from outside and is in a hurry to take a shower, she will throw her clothes on the ground and then leave them there for two or three days after showering, too lazy to pick them up.

When she lived with her parents, her mother would tidy up after her. Later, when she lived with Lin Nian, Lin Nian would tidy up for her. Everyone thought that her bad habit was harmless and never corrected her, which led to her developing a habit of not being good at organizing her clothes.

She had lived in the director's apartment for a while before, so was that when they started picking up her underwear?

She was puzzled at the time because the underwear in her closet seemed to be being replaced much faster than usual, but since the storage boxes were always exactly full, she didn't think much of it.

The thought of this usually taciturn man following behind her like a male mother, picking up her clothes, made Lin Nan feel a little amused.

Men of this era have a more sensitive sense of smell than ordinary people. They are not only human, but also retain some of the habits of wild animals. For them, smell is a more direct and intense emotional trigger than sight or hearing.

When faced with an unbearable heat cycle, if their partner is not around, they will choose to use their partner's personal items to relieve the restlessness in their body.

Although it was a very instinctive thing to do, Lin Nan's cheeks still burned uncontrollably when she thought about the image of the director putting his underwear on his face, smelling and licking it.

"Don't you dare steal my clothes anymore!" she warned him, deliberately grinning like him.

Huo Sen's chest was pressed against Lin Nan's two small elbows, the force so light it was like a feather brushing against him, not even enough to make him move, yet it made him even breathe softly. He looked up at the girl on top of him, a very soft chuckle escaping his throat.

"Okay, I won't steal." He didn't argue, but gently encircled her waist, his fingertips carefully tracing the skin on her back, his voice slightly hoarse, "I... murmur..."

"..." Lin Nan froze.

The mischievous smile that had been playing on her lips vanished instantly at this sudden bluntness, her cheeks flushed bright red, and even the tips of her ears felt burning hot.

Huo Sen's gaze at Lin Nan was almost laced with longing. He grabbed Lin Nan's wrist, straightened his back, and stood up.

The air was thick with an unspoken tension, leaving only their intertwined breaths and the ever-closer distance between them.

The moment their skin touched, Lin Nan dodged his kiss and instead lowered her head to bite the protruding cartilage in the man's throat.

The man, who had been poised to attack, suddenly went limp, as if his bones had been removed, revealing a depraved state.

"Mmm..." His voice was damp with moisture, and there was an unconcealed tremor in the last syllable.

Lin Nan stuck out his tongue and gently licked it. The tip of his tongue deliberately circled the warm skin, the coolness mixed with the soft touch, like a feather unexpectedly scratching the man's most sensitive nerve.

"Why won't you open your vision to me?" Lin Nan deliberately rubbed the soft cartilage with her teeth, as if punishing him or sulking. She sucked on it while watching the redness in the corners of his eyes, and then gently licked the bite mark with her tongue.

"..."

The man, who had been taut like a drawn bow, suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the hand holding her waist completely lost its strength—

The two had linked up multiple times, but Hosen had never revealed his true mental state to her. Even in his moments of loss of control and alienation, his mental defenses never wavered. A green mental thread seeped into her Adam's apple, half tentatively and half forcefully penetrating her. Layer upon layer of obstruction followed, and Lin Nan felt a slight strain.

She's so stubborn.

Even though she was already completely unguarded, she still couldn't break through that barrier with her abilities. When Hosen was clear-headed, he was perfect and had absolutely no flaws.

Unable to squeeze in, Lin Nan felt a suffocating pain. Usually, guides would give up at this point, but she was naturally rebellious, and the wickedness in her heart was stirring to its extreme.

She subtly shifted her waist, finding the right position... She had completely figured out this man's weakness; she had his lifeline in her grasp, forcing him to completely surrender himself.

"No...don't do this, murmuring..."

Sure enough, Hosen was sobbing and unable to utter a complete sentence. His burly body, with bulging veins, seemed to have used all his strength to suppress his instinctive impulse.

"You are not allowed to resist me..."

Lin Nan gave the domineering command, his eyes flashing with green light, and his entire body activated its spiritual energy, forcing the green bud mark on Huo Sen's throat to light up completely.

Having visited so many Sentinels' mental landscapes, she discovered a fascinating pattern: the lower the Sentinel's rank, the more bizarre and complex the scenes in their landscapes, where human emotions and desires were vividly displayed.

These were the lifelong wishes of these people, but they were also the quagmire that bound them. Some people, as they walked along, completely lost their way...

The S-class Sentinels are different; each image is incredibly pure and vast, like the desert of Hosen, the volcano of Caesar, the underwater palace of Blue Indigo… clean and free of any extraneous distractions.

Their physical and spiritual bodies are highly integrated; their spiritual world is purely defined by the instinctive yearning of life...

This instinct is the continuation of bloodlines and the passing down of the torch of will.

It is this relentless continuation of life that has built the magnificent galaxy of civilization on Earth, brick by brick...

In the vast, inky darkness, a drop of water seemed to fall silently, its soft "tap" piercing the chaos in an instant.

Lin Nan's mind was like a lamp that had been suddenly lit, all the chaos and fog dissipated, and it became so clear that it could see every thought in her heart.

Guide Lin, the most powerful ability in this world is not 'retaliation,' but 'acceptance.'

Accept everything that is as it is, accept the hurt, accept the pain, accept the betrayal... and accept this imperfect world...

When you truly have the courage to reconcile with all of this, and stop trying to fight or escape, those past experiences that once kept you up at night will transform into fertile ground for growth.

At that time, you will possess a true strength that will amaze even yourself.

Guide Lin, you will definitely succeed...

In the ethereal darkness, Xiu's voice rang out again, without a trace of emotion, yet like cotton thread soaked in warm water, gently wrapping around Lin Nan's taut nerves.

Lin Nan's thoughts, which had been hovering on the edge of consciousness, suddenly stopped. The great tree planted in the soil of her mind swayed, and suddenly burst forth with countless golden lights, completely illuminating the entire chaotic world—

　Hosen, the toughest man in the world.

　　(End of this chapter)