The Return of the God Level Assassin Chapter 1285: TOTALLY UNEXPECTED MEETING

Before long, Luo Yan sensed a solid, rigid pressure nudging at the base of his spine. He knew precisely what that signified, so he leaned back against it just a bit harder, a gradual, sly grin forming across his lips. There was no need for him to glance back to understand the impact he was creating on Shen Ji Yun. A deep, muffled grunt from behind verified it completely.

Shen Ji Yun's fingers dug firmer into Luo Yan's waist. He bent ahead and rested his forehead on the rear of Luo Yan's shoulder blade.

"Stop teasing me, Yan Yan," he murmured. The words came out in a husky, gravelly tone directly beside Luo Yan's ear.

Luo Yan let out a soft laugh. He angled his head slightly to talk over his shoulder. "What's the matter, Brother Ji Yun? Would you rather head out now and try something way more exciting in your car?"

Shen Ji Yun pressed his face into the curve of Luo Yan's neck. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and the bulge in his trousers throbbed with greater urgency. Since that evening when they'd explored everything except full penetration, Luo Yan had grown bold with his caresses. It seemed like he seized every opportunity to provoke and entice him, drawing them nearer to breaching that final barrier. Exactly as he was doing at this moment. And Shen Ji Yun felt an overwhelming urge to simply agree and give in.

Yet he held back. It wasn't due to a lack of desire—far from it. He craved it intensely. Still, he yearned for their initial encounter to hold real significance, beyond a hasty session in a vehicle following the shooting range. Sure, wherever it happened, it would carry weight. But he desired something extra for that cherished recollection. He envisioned an ideal environment, a spot where they could linger without interruptions or concerns. A location they'd recall with warmth in their later years.

Thus, for what seemed the umpteenth occasion, Shen Ji Yun compelled himself to withdraw. He curbed his longing, drawing in a lengthy, calming inhale against Luo Yan's neck to regain composure.

"If we're doing anything 'fun'," he stated, his tone still somewhat hoarse. "It won't happen in my car."

Luo Yan shifted his head a touch, mischief sparkling in his gaze. "How about we simply check into a hotel then?"

Shen Ji Yun released a trembling sigh, his hold on Luo Yan's waist easing slightly. He offered a faint, resigned chuckle. "One day, you're truly going to end me, Yan Yan."

"In that case, I'll ensure it's worthwhile," Luo Yan responded, his tone shifting to a close, provocative murmur.

No matter how hard he tried to settle himself, that murmured provocation from Luo Yan only intensified things. The strain in his pants turned nearly unbearable. At last, he gave in to impulse. He dipped his head and nipped softly at the edge of Luo Yan's neck, gentle enough to avoid pain, yet firm enough to sense the flesh beneath his teeth and imprint a subtle trace.

"What the fuck?"

An abrupt, piercing shout from the adjacent lane caused Shen Ji Yun to snap away. The voice rang familiar, and it echoed nearby. That implied the speaker had clearly witnessed their intimate moment. Acting as any devoted partner would, he shifted to the side, positioning his frame to block Luo Yan from the intruder's view, protecting him fully. Then he pivoted to confront the interrupter.

Shock locked his features in utter astonishment upon spotting the figure there. It turned out to be his cousin, Shen Xin. The man gaped at him openly. He appeared utterly stunned, as if Shen Ji Yun had suddenly grown an extra head before his eyes.

Luo Yan pulled himself from the thrill of their playful exchange. Evidently, an onlooker had caught them. As Shen Ji Yun positioned himself to guard him and faced the individual, Luo Yan immediately detected his partner's body tensing rigidly. Such a response pointed to just one possibility. Shen Ji Yun likely recognized this person well.

He glanced carefully past Shen Ji Yun's shoulder for a peek. There stood a guy with a notably toned build. His dark, curly locks were cut short on top, with the sides and nape buzzed close. The look lent him a rugged, free-spirited allure.

"What the fuck, Shen Ji Yun?" Shen Xin echoed, disbelief lacing his words. He advanced a step, attempting to peer past his cousin. "Tell me the one you're concealing is a girl with an unusually short style."

Ah, so they were acquainted for sure, Luo Yan mused.

He pondered the nature of their connection, but did it truly count? Not particularly. He and Shen Ji Yun weren't deliberately concealing their bond. Alright, perhaps they weren't broadcasting it loudly. They aimed to tread lightly near Luo Yan's father, at least temporarily. But with others? Not so much. They avoided grand declarations to casual encounters, yet they wouldn't fabricate or refute it if questioned outright.

Thus, it came as a shock that Shen Ji Yun didn't reply to the man right away. Particularly since Luo Yan observed his hands balling into rigid fists by his sides. Clearly, this fellow wasn't merely a casual contact or unknown face.

However, Shen Ji Yun's rigid poise didn't endure. He drew in a measured breath, his posture aligning straight. His words emerged steady and resolute, allowing no confusion.

"Regrettably for you," Shen Ji Yun declared, meeting the man's stare directly. "He's a boy."

The man's features, typically suited for a smirk of constant sarcasm, transformed entirely. It first blanked in stunned silence, then stiffened into gravity, before fixing into evident, burning fury.

"You fucker. Do you have any idea at all what you're getting into?"