Chapter 21: A New Experiment
Research Institute, Laboratory No. 1.
Fu Xingyan stared intently at the wall clock, his expression cold and grim.
In thirty seconds, if Shao Leyan still hadn’t arrived, he would rush to the City Lord’s Palace to fetch her himself.
Five… four… three…
Knock, knock, knock!
Fu Xingyan’s face softened slightly, and even he didn’t notice how elated he felt, how hurried his steps were.
He opened the door with a beaming smile.
“You finally came!”
But that joyful expression vanished like a tide the moment he saw Shao Leyan’s lips, chapped and bleeding from wear, leaving nothing but a mess in his heart.
Shao Leyan forced a polite smile, noticing the instant freeze in Fu Xingyan’s expression and the dark look in his eyes. She lowered her head in a futile attempt at concealment.
“Let’s get started quickly. I don’t have much time for experiments today.”
Shao Leyan said this, attempting to step past Fu Xingyan blocking the door. But just as she reached his side, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
“Ah!”
Before she could react, Fu Xingyan slammed her against the wall with force. Her slender, well-proportioned body hit the hard wall with a dull thud that sounded painful.
Shao Leyan cried out in pain, her slightly parted rosy lips barely able to breathe before they were sealed by another pair of warm, soft, and wet lips. Her painful cries turned into broken moans.
The prolonged kiss didn’t end, or rather, Fu Xingyan had no intention of letting it end.
Like a cultured rogue who only knew how to take, he gave Shao Leyan no chance to breathe. His teeth nibbled at her soft lips as if he wanted to bite off the reddened flesh and force her to grow new skin.
God knows, Shao Leyan had a strong healing ability—but why had she appeared at the door looking so abused, pitiful, and yet strangely alluring?
Fu Xingyan dared not think too deeply. His arms holding Shao Leyan trembled, unsure whether it was from anger or the thrill of the kiss.
Perhaps it was both.
The mere touch of cheeks, nose, and lips could not satisfy anyone’s desires. Fu Xingyan’s lips glistened with moisture as he moved past her lips, leaving behind his mark while continuing his conquest further down.
His hot breath pressed against the delicate skin of Shao Leyan’s slender neck. Up close, one could faintly see the arteries and veins pulsing beneath her skin.
Finally catching her breath after near-asphyxiation, Shao Leyan’s chest heaved rapidly, only to be pressed down by Fu Xingyan’s iron-like body, taking a while before she regained strength.
She lowered her gaze to the man igniting her with fire, noticing his ears tinged with red and his crimson eyes narrowed, making his lips and tongue move with incredible skill.
Shao Leyan sensed Fu Xingyan was mentally unbalanced, like a rabid dog. She pushed at his shoulders with her arms, her voice calm but hoarse, tinged with rapid breaths.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?”
Her soft, bone-less hands wandered aimlessly over his defined chest and abs, her gentle pushes no different from a massage to a high-level esper like him.
Shao Leyan had an exceptional tolerance for pain.
As a high-level psychic esper, Fu Xingyan possessed extraordinary mental strength, but his physical capabilities were as weak as an ordinary person’s.
Thus, his entire training focused on physical attacks—punches, kicks, knives, spears, clubs—he had faced them all. Even covered in injuries, he would heal and continue.
This was the survival training necessary in the apocalypse. To live, one must sometimes lower their limits or abandon pride.
Fu Xingyan twisted Shao Leyan’s soft waist, pleased by her coquettish moan, and the gentle pounding on his chest ceased.
He then slowed his movements on her lips, shifting from deep sucking to delicate pecks, reluctant to leave her smooth, milky skin.
“Today, we won’t conduct the usual psychic experiments. Let’s try something new.”
Shao Leyan froze, her attention caught, momentarily forgetting to resist.
“What do you mean?”
Fu Xingyan leaned close to her ear, brushing his teeth lightly against her small, delicate earlobe, leaving a faint mark and soothing it with his warm, wet tongue.
His whispered words were muffled but clear enough for Shao Leyan to hear.
“You.”
Shao Leyan stared wide-eyed, stunned. Suddenly, his warm, agile tongue, like a venomous snake targeting its prey, darted into her parted lips.
Fu Xingyan’s kiss was unrefined, pure emotion, intertwining with her clumsy, evasive tongue, sucking, teasing, and sharing sweetness.
Her oral cavity was swept clean, her white teeth licked one by one.
His large, heated hands slid under her uniform skirt, rolling over her tender skin, leaving undeniable traces.
The two Fu brothers were too similar; even their habits in moments like these were identical.
Shao Leyan’s lower abdomen tensed, a fire burning inside, her legs trembling. Without Fu Xingyan holding her, she wouldn’t be able to stand.
She couldn’t let him continue!
Shao Leyan had been willing to be close to Fu Xingchen for strategic reasons—having a strong esper as an ally in the apocalypse—but Fu Xingyan was never part of her plan.
Agreeing to be his experiment subject had been her own greed for power. Now, the situation had escalated beyond her control.
Resolutely, Shao Leyan stiffened her expression and bit down hard on Fu Xingyan’s tongue.
“Shh!”
He gasped in pain, withdrawing his bloodied tongue from her soft mouth, but his arms still tightly encircled her waist, leaving no chance of escape.
Even as he retracted, he licked her lips once more.
“You—!”
Shao Leyan’s eyes widened, both angry and embarrassed, her face flushed crimson.
“You’re so annoying!”
Having kissed for so long and so deeply, she hadn’t fully caught her breath. Her misty eyes, swan-like raised neck, and soft, delicate voice left no impression of threat.
Fu Xingyan chuckled slyly, soothingly rubbing her soft waist, feeling her trembling body against him, his nose close to her collarbone, inhaling her fragrance.
