After The Soft And Cute Beauty Marries The Wolf King - Chapter 22

“Lang Sa, you came just in time,” Xie Zhiqing looked up and asked him, “Do you think they’re cute? I’ve been looking at them for so long, I’ve almost lost my judgment.”

Lang Sa picked up the larger one and glanced at it, saying, “They’re cute.”

“Really?”

“Why would I lie to you?” Lang Sa said, teasingly pulling Xie Zhiqing’s ear, “Hurry up and finish these two for me, I want one too.”

Xie Zhiqing smiled foolishly and said, “Okay. I’ll make one for you after finishing these two.”

Lang Sa teased him again, “No, I want the one you’re holding. I want that one.”

“Ah…” Xie Zhiqing believed him and hesitated, “Do you have to have this one… but, but…”

He touched his face, murmuring softly, “This is the one I made for the Crown Prince… I don’t have time to make another one…”

Lang Sa pinched his cheeks, laughing, “I’m just teasing you, silly.”

He hugged Xie Zhiqing’s waist, lifting him up from the chair and half-carrying him to **.

“Stop it,” Lang Sa said, displeased, “It’s time to sleep.”

Xie Zhiqing’s mind was still on those two rabbits, wanting to say “I’ll be done soon,” but when he looked up and saw Lang Sa’s expression—

The man’s gaze was deep, his brow slightly furrowed, squinting at him with a dangerous expression.

Xie Zhiqing didn’t insist anymore and followed Lang Sa’s lead to lie down **.

Lang Sa’s hands were propped above his shoulders, and he could see the prominent knuckles and faint blue veins on the inside of his wrist.

The embarrassment from this position gradually crept into Xie Zhiqing’s heart, and he looked away, feeling shy. But although he felt shy, his fingers boldly circled around Lang Sa’s wrist.

Looking elsewhere, he whispered, “Alright, let’s not do it today. There’s still plenty of time before they arrive.”

Lang Sa also held his hand to his lips and kissed it lightly, making a sound of agreement, then lowered his head, pinching Xie Zhiqing’s chin, and kissed him deeply.

This kiss was intense, completely different from the gentle ones before. Xie Zhiqing’s head was forced up, accepting Lang Sa’s breath.

Their lips were crushed repeatedly, and Xie Zhiqing couldn’t help but make a muffled moan as if begging for mercy. He reached out and hugged Lang Sa’s shoulders.

They were very close to each other.

Xie Zhiqing felt like he was burning all over.

Lang Sa’s tongue entangled with his, sucking his lips, making them tingle. He clung to the wolf king’s shoulders, his fingertips pressing so hard they turned white.

When this kiss ended, Xie Zhiqing’s eyes were moist.

His fingers curled around Lang Sa’s shoulder, and the little prince’s lips shimmered with a faint watery sheen. His eye corners and cheeks were shaded with light shadows, and Lang Sa knew they were blushes.

He kissed Xie Zhiqing’s eyes and nose again, then rolled over, embracing him tightly.

Xie Zhiqing exclaimed softly, then was firmly held in his arms.

He lay in Lang Sa’s arms, both hands holding onto Lang Sa’s arms. His ears were pressed against the wolf king’s neck, beneath which was the solid, powerful heartbeat.

Lang Sa brushed aside his hair, holding his face with his right hand, lightly stroking his lips with his fingertips.

His gaze towards Xie Zhiqing was fervent yet restrained. The love and tenderness in his eyes were almost overflowing, but desire and impulse were buried deep down.

Xie Zhiqing was almost overwhelmed by the affection in his gaze.

He opened his mouth, breath moist.

As Xie Zhiqing’s lips touched Lang Sa’s chin, he held his breath. He leaned in, touching Lang Sa’s lips with his own, then immediately recoiled like a rabbit.

He was still shy, despite having had more intimate contact before, he remained reserved.

Lang Sa looked down at him, observing his watery eyes, his sweaty forehead, and his moist lips—those lips had just left a wet kiss on his face.

The suppressed desire suddenly couldn’t be restrained anymore.

He grabbed Xie Zhiqing’s shoulders and pulled him into his embrace. Lang Sa’s chest heaved violently, his arms wrapped around Xie Zhiqing’s body, wanting to meld him into his bones.

His lips pressed against Xie Zhiqing’s forehead, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His breath was heavy, and there was a slight tremble in his panting.

“Xiao Qing’er…” Lang Sa closed his eyes, the veins on his arms bulging.

Xie Zhiqing felt like his bones were about to be crushed, but he didn’t want to move away—Lang Sa’s overflowing love made him unwilling to retreat.

He struggled to find a more comfortable position in Lang Sa’s embrace, also reaching out to wrap his arms around his neck.

He looked up at Lang Sa, blinked, his eyes moist at the corners.

He touched Lang Sa’s face with his hand, once again shaken by the undisguised love in his gaze.

Inappropriately, Xie Zhiqing wondered, why me? Lang Sa… Lang Sa was the Wolf King, the leader of a clan, he should have many choices, but he chose me.

Why? Just because of that chance encounter?

He wanted to ask Lang Sa, but hesitated to speak up.

Lang Sa loved him, and every time he thought about this, Xie Zhiqing’s cheeks flushed, but he never doubted it—Lang Sa was genuinely unreserved.

From the moment they met, that love had been burning hot.

He rubbed against Lang Sa’s chin, finally asking, “Lang Sa, why… me?”

Lang Sa lowered his gaze, his eyelashes covering his expression, and Xie Zhiqing could only see his soft lip line.

“Why you?” Lang Sa repeated his question, saying, “Are you asking why I married you?”

Xie Zhiqing replied with a breath, saying, “Yes, why… marry me? You are the leader of a clan, you should have many choices, right?”

Lang Sa smiled.

Finally, he released Xie Zhiqing, holding the little prince’s cheeks in both hands. He shook his head, looking a bit helpless.

“Why are you still asking such questions…” Lang Sa sighed, “Xiao Qing’er, I didn’t have many choices—I didn’t have any other choice, from beginning to end, I chose you.”

Xie Zhiqing listened, somewhat understanding, but Lang Sa didn’t continue to answer.

He rubbed Xie Zhiqing’s ears again, a faint shadow spreading from the corner of Xie Zhiqing’s cheek to his fair earlobe. The shadow seemed to have color in his eyes, adding a vibrant red to the black, white, and gray between heaven and earth.

He pressed Xie Zhiqing’s neck with his hand, leaning in towards him, and once again captured his lips.

As their lips met, Xie Zhiqing heard a barely audible confession.

Lang Sa’s lips against his, the scorching breath almost burning him.

“Xie Zhiqing, I love you…” he pried open Xie Zhiqing’s lips, gently engulfing them.

The little prince, as always, was shy and leaned back.

His palms were hot and trembling, softening.

He spread his fingers and interlocked them with Lang Sa’s hand.

Lang Sa raised slightly, looking down.

Xie Zhiqing tightly closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his long black hair gently falling on his forehead.

Lang Sa lifted his wrist, kissing the inside of his wrist with reverence.

As the gentle kisses landed on his wrist, Xie Zhiqing felt ticklish. He opened his eyes to glance—

Lang Sa was also looking at him.

“May I continue?” Lang Sa lightly touched his hand with his lips again, softly calling his name, “Xiao Qing’er.”

Xie Zhiqing didn’t answer. He lowered his eyes, avoiding Lang Sa’s gaze, responding only by caressing the wolf king’s rough palm with his fingertips.

When Lang Sa’s kisses descended once more, Xie Zhiqing finally reached out his hands and embraced his shoulders.