Hot flashes

The night was as thick as ink, and only a single candle in the corner of the tent cast a dim, ambiguous yellow light.

Zhou Heng had his back to Xiao Jue, his body taut like a stone slab, but his ears were perked up, alertly capturing every subtle movement behind him.

Xiao Jue seemed to be asleep, his breathing steady and long.

Just as Zhou Heng relaxed slightly and drowsiness began to creep in, the bed behind him dipped slightly.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force came over him—Xiao Jue flipped over and pinned him down!

Zhou Heng was terrified. Just as he was about to cry out, a large hand covered his lips, and he could only let out a muffled whimper.

Xiao Jue's weight landed solidly on him, and the scorching body temperature penetrated through the two thin layers of his inner garment, making him feel flustered.

But that's not the worst part.

The most crucial thing was that he clearly felt...

Zhou Heng's mind went blank for a second, and his blood rushed to his head, only to freeze into ice crystals the next second.

His whole body stiffened, even his toes curled up, and his eyes widened in terror as he stared at Xiao Jue's blurry silhouette above in the dim light.

Xiao Jue released his hand from his mouth, but his physical restraint did not loosen in the slightest.

He lowered his head, his nose almost brushing against Zhou Heng's, his hot breath spraying onto Zhou Heng's cheek and neck, carrying an unmistakable aura of desire.

A hand reached towards Zhou Heng's collar, the fingertips touching the tie at the neckline, the intention couldn't be clearer.

"No!" Zhou Heng snapped back to reality, and with a sudden burst of strength, he gripped his clothes tightly with both hands, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "No! No...it's inconvenient!"

He stopped moving. Xiao Jue stared at him in the dim light, his eyes unfathomable, with only the flickering candlelight illuminating a dim flame.

"Inconvenient?" Xiao Jue's voice was low and husky, tinged with a hint of amusement, and a deeper, chilling desire for control. "What, you also have 'menstrual blood'?"

Zhou Heng's face flushed crimson with embarrassment and anger, almost making him faint. What on earth was going on?!

"No, no!" He stammered, but his will to defend the last line of defense was stronger than ever. "It just won't work! My lord! This humble general... this humble general..." He struggled for a long time but couldn't utter a single word.

Xiao Jue seemed to chuckle softly, a very short laugh that was almost drowned out by his breath, yet it sent chills down Zhou Heng's spine.

"Fine." Unexpectedly, Xiao Jue uttered a single word, raising his body slightly, as if he really intended to let him go.

Zhou Heng just breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, that deep, hoarse voice rang in his ear, carrying a burning breath and an unquestionable command: "But you started this fire, so I have to vent it."

Zhou Heng hadn't yet understood what those words meant when he felt a sudden lightness followed by a heaviness. Xiao Jue adjusted his position, still firmly holding him beneath him, but the method of suppression had changed.

It's no longer about the entire body weight, but a tighter, more aggressive fit.

"Close your eyes." The command was brief and forceful.

Zhou Heng instinctively closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling violently.

He felt Xiao Jue's kiss land on his neck, not his lips, but his collarbone, moving downwards with a clear desire as he licked, nibbled, and sucked.

The warm, moist touch felt like tiny electric currents coursing through Zhou Heng's skin, sending shivers down his spine and filling him with a strange, unsettling fear.

He clenched his teeth, trying to ignore his body's involuntary reactions, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Xiao Jue's breathing grew heavier, the hot liquid spraying onto his skin, and his movements became increasingly hurried. Rough fingertips kneaded the soft flesh on his side, bringing waves of tingling, stinging pain.

Zhou Heng's mind was in chaos, a mixture of shame, anger, and fear, along with a feeling he himself was unwilling to admit—a feeling aroused by this domineering aura and skillful provocation.

Amidst this chaos and resistance, a vague thought suddenly slipped through my mind—this feeling…why does it feel somewhat familiar?

...It feels like I've been there before?

Before this vague thought could even become clear, a sudden chill ran through my body!

His shirt had been completely unbuttoned and peeled off at some point, piled haphazardly beside him, leaving his upper body completely exposed to the cool air and Xiao Jue's scorching gaze and breath.

"Ah!" Zhou Heng exclaimed in surprise, instinctively reaching for his clothes, but Xiao Jue easily grabbed his hands and pressed them above his head.

"Don't move." Xiao Jue's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying an unyielding authority and an intense, overwhelming desire.

Zhou Heng closed his eyes in despair, giving up the struggle with his upper body, but he kept his legs tightly together and desperately pulled one hand out, clutching his waistband.

Xiao Jue paused, his gaze falling on the man's hands, which were clenched tightly around his belt and trembling slightly from the force. He then looked at the man's closed eyes, flushed face, and chest heaving with rapid breathing.

This time, Xiao Jue did not insist.

But he didn't intend to let it go easily.

He leaned down, and his burning lips and tongue fell again. This time, they were more delicate and more tender, with an almost obsessive touch, from his collarbone to his chest, to his flat stomach, and even the sensitive hollows on his waist... Every inch of exposed skin was carefully "cared for".

Licking, sucking, gently biting.

Zhou Heng trembled like a leaf in the wind, and unfamiliar pleasure surged like waves, assaulting his fragile defenses of reason.

He tried to push them away, but his hands were restrained; he tried to curl up, but his body was firmly fixed in place; he wanted to curse, but his throat felt blocked by something, and he could only let out soft sobs and gasps that even he himself blushed at.

Her skin quickly flushed red under the onslaught of lips and tongue, like a burn or a blooming, alluring mark.

The flickering candlelight made the trembling, glistening, and red-marked young body appear even clearer and more alluring.

Xiao Jue's breathing was frighteningly heavy, and sweat slid down his forehead, dripping onto Zhou Heng's equally sweat-drenched chest.

He was like a wild beast surveying its possessions, leaving his mark and imprint in the most primal way.

Zhou Heng's consciousness was caught between extreme shame and increasingly unbearable physical stimulation.

He could only keep his eyes tightly shut, letting the person on top of him declare their unquestionable possession and control in this way.