Chapter 283

Suppressing the surging jealousy within him, Severus allowed Wenxiu Lord to lead him to the sofa. He watched the boy sit beside him, close enough that their knees brushed when the boy parted his legs slightly. Two cool hands slipped into his own dry, hot palms. Severus stared fixedly at Wenxiu Lord; they looked like a pair of lovers caught in a tender moment, a picture of warmth and beauty. Yet, the bite marks on the silver-haired boy’s collarbone, shoulders, and neck were so jarring, shattering that beautiful illusion over and over again. Severus reached out, wanting to touch those bite marks and love bites, wanting to erase those lingering traces from the boy's fair skin. Just as he was about to make contact with the cool flesh, the boy in his sight flinched, then, as if making up his mind, grabbed Severus’s wrist and guided his hand to stroke the marked skin.