Chapitre 258: What I want to eat is not in the kitchen.

WARNING: SLIGHTLY MATURE CHAPTER AHEAD 

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|Innaya|

The labored breathing of the man sounded alluring in the silent bedroom. Amidst the panting of my own, my mind worked hard to process what just happened. 

Turning my head slightly to face Eshan, I dared not to move carelessly. Eshan had his left arm covering his eyes. His chest moved upside down in a steady fast manner as he inhaled and exhaled slowly as if concentrating on keeping his breathing normal. His right hand curled in a tight fist on his chest. His whole body was as stiff as a wooden block. Unconsciously my eyes trailed downward, and I wished I would not have, for there was something… 

AH!

Swiftly looking away, I covered my own face. I now understood Eshan's bizarre reaction and why he looked like he was restraining something. One look at Eshan's clothed lower half, and I knew that those novels sometimes did not lie…