Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 239 Hiding deeply

The atmosphere around them was silent. The two men hid in the bushes. The dim light shone on their bodies, reflecting a few puffs of white air.

Cheng Yan raised his hand and touched Dotore's masked face, a smile appearing on his face.

Dotole tilted his head and rubbed Cheng Yan's palm.

Although there was no words spoken, the harmonious and intimate atmosphere could be easily felt.

"Oh, my Lord, that's wonderful!"

A lewd cry made Cheng Yan tremble all over, and he immediately turned to look towards the source of the sound.

It came from the room where Ivan was.

He turned his head and signaled to Dotore with his eyes, then slowly walked forward to take a peek.

Dotole showed disdain in his eyes and frowned. Seeing Cheng Yan walking forward, he pursed his lips and followed him.

"Oh my god... He's quite capable. He's not afraid of dying in bed."

I couldn't see clearly through the window, but I could make out different people's voices. Looking at the faint figures in the house, I roughly estimated that there were six or seven people.

Dotole's face was gloomy, and he became even more dissatisfied when he saw Cheng Yan's eyes shining.

"Zan Zan, listen, it seems there are both men and women in this room."

When Cheng Yan turned around excitedly, he saw Dotole's expression that looked like a storm was about to happen.

The desire to survive made Cheng Yan grab Dotore's hand and whisper in his ear to assure him.

"Zan Zan, I came here to see if I can find any clues to the thing we need. I am not interested in old men at all. I feel so wronged that you are jealous like this, Za Zan."

...I'm not interested in old men.

Dotore thought of a guy who was born before the division of Liyue. He was conservatively estimated to be several thousand years old now, and he didn't like old men.

"Little liar."

Cheng Yan was suddenly pinched at the waist, his feet were a little unstable, and he fell towards Dotole, making a slight noise.

"Who?"

It was a very slight noise, but unexpectedly, the people fighting in the house still noticed it.

The window was suddenly opened, and Ivan, with his upper body naked, looked alert.

Noticing that there was no one around, he did not relax. He raised his hand and waved, and immediately a handsome man knelt down to his feet.

"Go, get another group of guards."

Cheng Yan had his mouth covered and hid in the corner of the wall.

Dotore said nothing, but instead of letting go of the hand that was covering Cheng Yan's mouth, he quietly reached out with his other hand.

Cheng Yan felt Dotole's fingers moving around his body with his body stiff. He never knew he had so many sensitive areas. Just a light touch of the fingertips made his whole body go limp, and waves of numbness rose from his tailbone and spread to every part of his limbs.

Ivan Chuan's guards arrived soon. Cheng Yan heard the footsteps approaching and held Dotore's wrist with shaking hands.

"Yes, there is someone."

There was a dark flash in Dotole's eyes. Seeing Cheng Yan couldn't help himself because of his teasing, the corners of his lips curled up and he felt satisfied in his heart.

He stopped moving his hands, looked at Cheng Yan, whose forehead was covered with sweat, and, as if relieved from a heavy burden, he put his arm around him and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Cheng Yan was still dizzy when Dotole sent him back to the room. He sat down with the help of the table and lay on it with a red face.

Anthony stood quietly in the room, looking at Cheng Yan lying on the table with worry in his eyes. He wanted to speak but was interrupted by another voice.

"Where have you been? Your face is so red."

Tartaglia crossed her legs and looked Cheng Yan up and down.

Cheng Yan has fair skin and originally had black hair and wore black clothes. After drinking the potion to change his hair color, he has always worn white. At first glance, he looks handsome and elegant, but at this moment he is very emotional, and his red face is even more noticeable against the white background.

Cheng Yan stood up from the table, the breath he exhaled was still hot.

"I, I was molested."

It's obvious that I have always had the upper hand in front of Zanzan. Could it be that Zanzan has always been giving in to me?

Tartaglia's expression suddenly changed. "Who is so powerful? Do you want me to help you get revenge?"

Thinking that Cheng Yan was offended by someone in the tavern, he rolled up his sleeves and immediately wanted to find someone to retaliate.

Cheng Yan waved his hand to signal him to sit down, "No need to retaliate, I am the one I like, this is just a hobby."

As he spoke, his mind began to recall what had just happened. Cheng Yan held his chin up, and his face, which had not yet calmed down, began to turn red again, immersed in the ambiguous and comfortable feeling.

Tartaglia looked at Cheng Yan's silly smile and shrugged.

He didn't understand, but he respected.

"Nothing is wrong. Tell me if you have anything."

After spending so much time with Cheng Yan, Tartaglia also knew the relationship between him and the executive known as Doctor.

If the fact had not really happened in front of him, Tartaglia would not have been able to imagine that two people like this could have such a close relationship.