"Guardians stealing" isn't the right phrase to use here.
"You already know Xiao Rui was talking nonsense, why are you still eating unnecessary vinegar?" Tong Yao whispered. "Little Wolf is just dissatisfied with his current Mid Laner, envying you for having a good one..."
She trailed off, feeling embarrassed for praising herself.
"I don't just have a good Mid Laner."
Lu Sicheng's lips curled meaningfully.
Blushing, Tong Yao wanted to scold Lu Sicheng for being shameless—but he didn't give her the chance. He lowered his head and whispered "Hey" in her ear. As she lifted her head to ask what he was up to now, the man simultaneously dipped down and accurately captured her lips with his own—
Unlike the two fleeting touches at the cinema earlier.
Her lips were gently enveloped, a slick tongue sweeping across them... In that instant, her senses were filled with Lu Sicheng's scent, as if she were being swallowed whole by his presence...
Passively following his rhythm, she allowed his tongue to slip between her lips, to pry open her barely parted teeth—
Her defenses were effortlessly breached.
When the tip of her tongue, hidden behind her teeth, brushed against his, Tong Yao let out a small whimper. Her mind seemed to explode with a "boom," her toes curling as she instinctively tried to retreat—only to be firmly held in place, denied escape... Forced to tilt her head back slightly, she could only submit to the man's demanding kiss—
Her mind went blank.
Her heartbeat raced.
Her body stiffened.
Her breathing grew ragged.
Trapped between the wall and Lu Sicheng's embrace by his hands and chest, her inexperienced dodging or tentative responses to his tongue's relentless invasion—no matter what she did—only seemed to excite him further. His breathing grew increasingly heavy...
Neither spoke, their noses barely touching as they stayed close. The warm, dry hand with its calloused palm pressed against her back... radiating warmth.
Tong Yao let out a muffled sound, her hands rising to push against the man's broad shoulders. She heard his sigh by her ear—like a beast's, whether satisfied or signaling something else entirely—
His hand began moving cautiously along the smooth, delicate skin of her back.
At first, it stayed only on her back.
But soon, as if growing greedy and unsatisfied, that large hand gradually shifted its position—
"Your hand," Tong Yao mumbled indistinctly, "your hand..."
At the same time, his tongue withdrew from between her lips, licking away the saliva at the corner of her mouth as if reluctant to stop—then, like a beast, he exhaled a scorching breath before lowering his head to bite the already reddened spot on her neck—
"Ah!"
Tong Yao gasped softly. Sensing his pause, she looked up to meet his gaze—one that sent shivers down her spine—as he hushed her with a low "Shh." Before she could process why, the hand that had been tracing her back slid to her waist, gripping its curve—
Then moved around to her front, rubbing patiently against her abdomen...
Warm and soothing.
The man's slender fingers, always neatly trimmed, pressed against her stomach—
This same hand...
Had once patted her head.
Had once covered her tearful eyes.Once upon a time, those nimble fingers danced across the keyboard, dominating opponents in matches until they trembled helplessly, then claiming their Dog Heads in victory.
Once upon a time, he led her to triumph.
And once upon a time—
He held her hand firmly in his own.
Tong Yao’s back pressed against the cold wall, her hands gripping his shoulders nervously and helplessly—when she lifted her head to look at him with dazed, flustered eyes tinged with a faint tremor, he paused for a moment before seemingly unable to resist any longer, lowering his head to kiss her deeply once more…
His palm brushed against her abdomen, igniting a fire there.
His fingertips lightly grazed her skin—at first an accidental touch, but then, as if magnetized, they lingered greedily, refusing to pull away. He hesitated briefly before, as if making some resolute decision, deepening the kiss further, his tongue entwining with hers while his fingers subtly traced the edge of the delicate fabric clinging to her smooth skin…
“Mmm… Lu Sicheng, wait—”
“Can’t wait.”
The man’s voice was hoarse, thick with a tension that felt unsettling… Effortlessly, he lifted the girl pinned against the wall and carried her toward the bed. Caught off guard, Tong Yao let out a brief “Ah!” as her feet left the ground, but it did nothing to slow Lu Sicheng’s movements. In his urgency, he even carelessly kicked over a water bottle she had left by their feet, sending it flying with a loud clang !
At the same time, Tong Yao was pressed into the soft bedding by Lu Sicheng’s hands on her shoulders. The moment his fingertips reclaimed dominion over that fair, smooth skin—
A loud banging erupted at the door.
“Hey, Cheng Ge? Tong Yao? You guys okay?”
Little Fatty’s booming voice echoed from outside.
Breathless and pinned beneath the covers, Tong Yao nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden noise. Wide-eyed and innocent, she stared up at the man above her—only to see his expression freeze before he cursed under his breath, then lowered his head—
Tong Yao squeezed her eyes shut.
A second later, she felt a firm smack as he planted a heavy kiss on her forehead.
The blanket was yanked up and draped over her. Curled beneath it, Tong Yao sensed Lu Sicheng rise from the bed and stride toward the door in a few steps. His voice, cool and detached, rang out: “What?”
“…You’ve been gone so long just bringing water, I thought something happened,” Little Fatty sounded curious. “What’s up? Where’s our Mid Laner? Asleep?”
Tong Yao stayed motionless under the blanket, heart pounding wildly, her mind replaying everything that had just happened. She reached up discreetly to adjust her slightly askew bra.
………………………………Stay calm.
We’re all…
Adults here.
Stay calm.
Calm.
She listened as Lu Sicheng dismissed Little Fatty with some nonsense about “she had a nosebleed, so I was helping.” The straightforward support player didn’t question his captain’s integrity and left easily, tossing out a final, “Cheng Ge, carry me in Rank Up later, mwah! I’ll play Bard.”
A minute later, the door slammed shut with a bang .Tong Yao abruptly threw off the covers, her fair face flushed red—whether from heat or suffocation—as she crawled out from under the blankets. She glared at her team captain, who stood motionless by the door, simply watching her. His expression now seemed to have calmed down.
Tong Yao: "…………………………"
Lu Sicheng: "What, want to call the police?"
Tong Yao: "Explain that shameless behavior just now."
Lu Sicheng: "..."
He muttered something under his breath.
Tong Yao: "What was that? Speak up."
Lu Sicheng: "You're too cute. You think everyone's eyeing you, so I had to mark my territory first."
Tong Yao: "..."
She grabbed a lop-eared rabbit plushie from the bedside and hurled it at him. The man chuckled, effortlessly catching it with one hand. He examined it for a moment, gave its ear a playful tug, then tossed a final remark at the girl sitting on the bed, her face as red as a boiled shrimp: "I'm taking Little Fatty to Rank Up. Get some sleep." With that, he pulled the door open and left.
The door opened, then closed.
Now alone in the room, Tong Yao instantly snatched a Pikachu plush from the bedside and hugged it tightly, glaring at the firmly shut door as if a wild beast might burst through at any moment—
Three seconds later, she realized the Pikachu had also been given to her by someone .
Her arms stiffened around the plushie. Then, like a toppling statue, she flopped straight sideways onto the bed with a soft thump .
"Shameless... pervert... wolf in sheep's clothing..."
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