Chapter 400: Can You Help Me?
’Gosh! This Building is just too big... I think they turned right.’ Lian thought, and the moment he turned to the corridor, he froze, seeing Red Thorn’s eyes, fixed close to him, her lips only an inch from his own.
"....?!!"
He swallowed, and leaped backward in shock, staring at her: "How did you--"
He paused, turning his head to the side, seeing the five men lying on the ground, their bodies died up, eyes wide opened, completely blank. They were like people whose souls were pulled out from their very core.
’These men are strong, but she killed them in one go... Is Red Thorn this powerful?’ He turned his head to her:
’She is not just powerful, but also beautiful.’
"Come here."
Before Lian knew it, an invisible hand grabbed his neck, and pulled him towards her, his face stopping right in front of hers.
"You... What do you want to do?!" He asked in horror.
Red Thorn moved closer to him, and inhaled his scent: "Hmm... Your soul is purer than anyone I have seen. Can you help me?" She asked, moving closer to him.
"Help... Help you? How?" Lian was frozen in place, staring at Red Thorn’s eyes, his senses filled with her perfume and wine.
"I want you to make me feel alive again... I think I’m falling deeper into the abyss, I want to know what it feels to be alive again." She whispered.
"How can I help you, you are drunk. You’re just saying things." He stammered, staring at the beautiful lady before him, her red eyes fixed on his.
"Yes. You’re drunk, you should--"
He froze as Red Thorn kissed him; his whole body gave up, his mind spinning... The most dangerous woman in this city, was actually kissing him, is that what she meant by being alive?
"What do you say now?" Red Thorn asked, after separating from the kiss.
"Where is the room." Lian asked with a smile, if she needed his help, he was ready to assist.
"I will try my best, and help you out."
"Hmm... Wait out here." She said, walked towards her room, entered, and closed the door.
Lian moved towards the dead bodies, a frown appearing on their faces:
"I can’t just leave these bodies here. It will draw attention, and it won’t be good." He stretched his hand towards the bodies, the next moment, red light shone on each of them, and they vanished.
"Done." He dusted his arms, his head turning to the door:
"What is she doing? Gosh, I am getting excited. I can’t even hold myself back." He muttered in a low voice, as the door opened. He froze, staring at the beauty before him, her red hair was styled down, running down her back like a waterfall, she wasn’t with any makeup, but she was simply too beautiful to Lian’s eyes.
He lowered his gaze to her body, staring at her huge boobs, which was hidden in a beautiful blue nightdress. He swallowed, rising his head to her face again, staring at her red eyes.
"WOW..."
Before he could complete his words, Red Thorn turned her gaze to the hallway, a slight frown forming, not seeing the bodies of the men.
She moved past him, looking at the hallway: "What happened to the bodies?"
"I took care of it."
"How?" She turned towards him, her frown still on her face.
Lian didn’t think; he simply acted. He took one step and then he was flush up against her. He twisted their bodies skilfully so that her back was pressed against the closed doorway. He didn’t take the time he’d imagined he would when he cupped her face between his palms, and kissed her.
"...?!"
It was an electric thing, the kiss. Their lips were barely touching, but it still sent chills racing up and down his body. He rubbed his lips over hers, and sucked her bottom lip between his and enjoyed her surprised little gasp.
’Is this her first time doing this?’ He thought in surprised, but his expression remained unchanged.
He licked over that softest skin on the inside of her lip and then nibbled lightly with his teeth. He pulled back, stretching her lip a little before letting go. He didn’t move away; not yet. Instead, he pressed a chaste kiss on the one corner of her mouth, and another on the other side. She smelled fantastic. No heavy, seductive perfume that made him want to sneeze, or do anything crazy. She carried the scent of her innocence, and it smelled like some light sort of flower. Clean, and fresh, and young, like a rose covered with early morning dew, and could he possibly get any cornier? If he didn’t stop thinking, he was going to start spouting poetry soon.
So he stopped thinking and touched her lips again, a bit firmer, trying to show her he was in charge. He felt the natural softness of her lips, felt the way they gave and moulded under his, shaping around his in a warm, strangely familiar way.
He followed the line of her lips with the tip of his tongue, knowing that it would intoxicate her as much as it did him. When he reached the plump bottom lip, he slipped his tongue to taste the seam of her closed mouth, sliding it first in one direction and then the next. He pressed lightly, asking her wordlessly for permission, for access. She softened her lips further and he slid his tongue in a little further.
Her taste blossomed and he groaned as it assaulted his senses. He couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her, to taste all of her. He could feel his breathing picking up speed as he explored her mouth relentlessly. Her arms slipped around his neck and she pressed herself closer to him. He could feel and taste and sense her inexperience in her movement. She was a little bit clumsy, and it was endearingly sweet to him:
’The Red thorn everyone is scared of can’t kiss probably?’
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