Capturing My Demon King Costar

MY COSTAR ISN'T ASKING ANYMORE

Yao Shen melts against Xin Hulei, offering no resistance. Instead, he loops his arms around Xin Hulei's neck, and wraps one leg about his waist, bringing their bodies closer.

Xin Hulei's hands rove over his body, lifting up his shirt to get at skin.

The touch of his cool hands on Yao Shen's heated chest makes his head swim.

His shirt is almost halfway off him by the time Yao Shen's mind returns online.

Filled with regret, he stills Xin Hulei's hands before they can lift the thin shirt all the way off. "This is not a good idea."

He still doesn't know the truth of what happened when he was a ghost king. It would be incredibly cruel to let things progress under false assumptions.

It doesn't take a genius to know Xin Hulei would never touch him so intimately if he knew Yao Shen was the same person from his wretched memories.

Per his own words, at best he thinks Yao Shen is a reincarnation with no memories of his previous life -- but that's only partially true.

Yao Shen can't even imagine what he'd say if he knew about his dalliances with the ghost kings.

Xin Hulei gives him an accessing look, his unreadable gaze boring into Yao Shen. He lowers his eyes under the intense scrutiny, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

Finally, Xin Hulei asks, "What are you hiding from me?"

Yao Shen's eyes remain lowered, but he attempts to diffuse the tension with a joke. "I changed my mind, I'm saving myself for marriage."

A warm hand wraps around his waist, pulling him up against Xin Hulei's chest. "Haven't I proposed already?"

Yao Shen smacks his closed fist lightly against Xin Hulei's hard chest. "That doesn't count, you didn't mean it." Petulantly, he adds, "Besides, I'll be the one proposing."

He's just saying it to be contrarian, but he feels an amused exhale of air above his head. "Sure," Xin Hulei says, cupping the back of Yao Shen's head. "I'll be sure to say yes when you do."

His tone is light, but his words make something constrict painfully in Yao Shen's chest.

Yao Shen is in trouble, isn't he?

There's no way he'll come out of this unscathed. No way he won't end up hurt.

The worst part is that he'll have no one but himself to blame.

He tries to put some distance between himself and Xin Hulei, but he's reeled back in against Xin Hulei's chest.

"Does this have anything to do with Heimao's abs?"

Yao Shen is silent for a moment, and then breaks out into peals of laughter.

Xin Hulei doesn't see the humor in it. His sharp brows knit in confusion, and the corners of his lips twist downwards the longer Yao Shen keeps laughing.

Once Yao Shen's laughter finally subsides, he takes pity on Yao Shen and pats his sculpted abdomen. "Don't worry, your abs are the best, your cat's can't compare."

It's clear his words don't reassure Xin Hulei in the least.

Yao Shen delights in seeing the minute signs of jealousy through the mask of Xin Hulei's stoic features. He watches in amusement as he starts taking things out of cupboards to start working on their meal.

"What are you making?" Yao Shen asks, watching the play of Xin Hulei's muscles as he chops vegetables.

"Pork lamian," Xin Hulei says dryly, his expression still shuttered.