Lucien sobbed, pretending to seek warmth, but as soon as he was enveloped by that broad chest, his consciousness was gradually swallowed by the darkness.
Dominic Vance was still holding him tightly. In his half-awake, half-asleep state, the side effects from the system began to unleash their terrifying power. The body of Lucien at this moment desperately craved the warmth from the male lead; the more he was embraced, the more he melted like a puddle of water.
This time, it was absolutely not an act.
Following the most primal instinct, Lucien nuzzled deeper into the firm chest of the man. One of his legs unconsciously lifted and tightly wrapped around the man's thigh, while his soft cheek continuously rubbed against the hollow of Dominic Vance's neck to find the most comfortable position.
