Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 200: See clearly, this is my child

A dark shadow suddenly flashed before him, so fast that Dotore had no time to react.

Just as I was about to step back, I felt a tearing sensation on my lips.

It's not like a kiss, to say it's a nibble would be an understatement.

Dotole could only smell the scent of Cheng Yan, the herbal aroma that he had recalled countless times. At this moment, it was so strong that it made him feel like he was in a herbal valley.

It’s Cheng Yan…!

When he parted with Cheng Yan during the day, Dotore had already realized that this would happen, but he didn't expect that he would act so quickly, and...

To be so passionate and bold.

Raising his hand to touch Cheng Yan's shoulder, Dotore turned his head to breathe, but Cheng Yan thought he was trying to push him away.

Cheng Yan's fingers were irresistibly inserted between his fingers, and the two of them interlocked their hands tightly, with such force that Dotore's knuckles hurt.

"enough……"

Dotole tilted his head back, trying to escape from Cheng Yan's vacuum cleaner-like kiss.

He had fantasized about their first meeting, and had imagined that a situation like this would happen when they first met.

But no matter how you imagine it, you must be the one taking the lead in this matter.

Putting his arms around Cheng Yan's waist, Dotole tried hard to press him into his arms.

But Cheng Yan was not shaken. Instead, he took a step forward and stepped into the house.

The ornaments behind the door were knocked over and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

"boom--"

Dotole's red eyes widened as he felt Cheng Yan grabbing his wrist.

His wrists were put behind Cheng Yan's neck and he was pressed directly onto the table.

The burning sensation on my lips became more and more obvious, but on my cheeks, I felt a cool breeze.

The scene in front of him had already changed. Cheng Yan closed his eyes tightly, tears flowing down his eyelashes and dripping onto Dotore's face.

Her pale eyelashes trembled, and her heart was swelling with satisfaction yet a mixture of timidity.

Dotole raised his hand, pressed the back of Cheng Yan's head, and pressed their lips closer together.

Feeling the saltiness between his lips and tongue, Dotole used his fingers to wipe away the tears on Cheng Yan's face, and unconsciously turned the positions of the two people.

He swung his arm forward, sweeping everything on the table to the ground. Dotole protected the back of Cheng Yan's head and pressed him down on the table.

Cheng Yan had to raise his head with great effort to press his lips against Dotore's, and his arms tightly wrapped around Dotore's neck.

Dotore almost couldn't breathe, so he lay on Cheng Yan, raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Yan's cheek, applying a little force.

The pain from his cheek being pulled made Cheng Yan relax. His eyes were filled with tears and he couldn't hold back his eyelashes, so the tears flowed down in strings.

Dotole changed from pinching to rubbing, with his palm covering Cheng Yan's cheek.

"Why are you crying?"

Cheng Yan couldn't breathe, coughed, and tears streamed down his face, with all the grievance in his eyes bursting out.

"You also said... you already have a wife and children, but you still recruited me, but when you saw me, you ignored me."

Dotore seemed to be addicted to the soft and smooth touch of his palm. He kept his hand on Cheng Yan's cheek, lowered his head slightly, and stared into Cheng Yan's eyes.

"It's up to us to decide who recruits first."

Dortore still remembers clearly the look in Cheng Yan's eyes when he first met him. It was naked desire, desire for his face.

"If you hadn't been so tempted by her beauty, there would be no intersection between the two of us."

Cheng Yan's eyes froze and his brows immediately furrowed. With some worry and anxiety, he hugged Dotore's neck tightly, and still raised his legs to wrap around his waist with reassurance.

"Zan Zan, how can you say that? Doesn't love at first sight count as love? I don't like every good-looking person I see."

Dotore clenched his back teeth and pursed his lips.

He remembered something that would make him very unhappy.

Cheng Yan rested his chin on Dotole's shoulder and continued speaking in a hoarse voice.

"Zan Zan also said to me, you even have a child, a child that big, but I don't even have a name."

The voice was low, telling of endless grievances.

Dotore closed his eyes. He didn't want to let this misunderstanding continue. He felt that if he didn't explain, Cheng Yan would keep bringing it up.

He straightened up by pressing on the table, then Dotole picked up Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan suddenly felt like he was falling into the air, and he clamped his legs tighter around Dotole's waist.

"I'm going to take you to see my child now."

Dotore spoke word by word, gritting his teeth.

Cheng Yan felt a little confused, but he hugged Dotore's neck, pouted, and sounded even more aggrieved, and spoke in a sour tone.

"You bring me to see your child in private, aren't you afraid that your wife will be angry? Then I will be beaten by my hair and mistaken for a male mistress on the street."

Dotole pinched Cheng Yan's thigh without any restraint, and did not let go until he heard a gasp.

"If you say that again, I'll throw you out. You didn't even check before you suspected me. You haven't made any progress in all this time."