193: 192 "…You're lying, right?" Greyson asked while contorting the corners of his mouth. His voice even trembled faintly, as if he was trying to smile but his lips were having spasms. "You said it, that you'd give me your body. Don't you remember?" The rest followed quickly as if he was anxious. But Dane only looked at him with a frowning face. At Dane's reaction, Greyson immediately turned pale. "You remember saying you loved me, right? Huh? You remember, Dane!" "I did?" "Yes, you did!" Please, he desperately shouted, but Dane still had a sullen expression. My god, this can't be. Just as he felt like the world was collapsing. "Pfft, puhaha, ahhh." Dane, who had suddenly burst into laughter, screamed. Seeing him groan while clutching his broken ribs, Greyson blinked in confusion then soon grasped the situation. "You liar, you tricked me!" His face that had turned pale changed to red with anger, but Dane was just holding onto his broken ribs. …Is this divine punishment? Haa, haa, breathing painfully, he thought. Playing around with something like this was indeed something he shouldn't have done. With deep reflection, Dane barely opened his mouth. "…I'm sorry." At his fading voice, Greyson, who had been glaring at him with his eyes wide, said triumphantly. "There are things you can say and things you can't." "Right." "This kind of thing is very bad, a very low-class joke." "Right, I know." Dane readily admitted it. But still, Greyson didn't relax his expression. After thinking "hmm" for a moment, Dane asked. "Want to touch my chest?" It was his own gesture of reconciliation, but it was a poor attempt. Greyson surprisingly snorted and declared arrogantly. "Your body is mine, Venus is mine too. That means I can touch it anytime." "Ah…" I see, Dane muttered like a sigh. Greyson, who sensitively noticed his subtle reaction, lifted the corners of his lips and chuckled. "It's no use regretting it now, you already said it." It was a reaction as if he had seen right through Dane. Dane, who had been thinking he might have been a bit too hasty, looked at the triumphant puppy and laughed incredulously, letting out a sound like air escaping from the corner of his mouth. "I know, puppy. So you don't need to be anxious." Stop wagging your tail, he was about to say but closed his mouth. There's no tail, right. Instead, unlike his eyes that were raised high, his ears were moving diligently. Dane wanted to lightly pull his ears, but hesitated because of the handcuffs. Dane, who had been staring intently at the thing connecting his and Greyson's wrists, opened his mouth. "What were you going to do if I said I'd hold out until the end in there?" Actually, he had given up on everything. It was also impossible for him to escape alone, but if there had been a chance to live, he would have made at least minimal effort. Still, the reason he asked this question was simply because he was curious. What was this guy thinking when he thought I was dying? "I would have knocked you out and dragged you out." The answer flowed out without hesitation. Dane couldn't help but frown. "Didn't you say you'd die together?" This guy, was that just something he said to reassure me? "Of course that was sincere, but." Should he say he was admirable or that he was still an absurd guy? Just as he was thinking about it, Greyson said. "It's still too early to die." Then he smiled brightly. "If possible, I'd rather see you alive." "Ha… ugh." Dane, who had almost burst into incredulous laughter, soon gritted his teeth with a groan. "Are you okay, Dane?" Greyson's face entered his heavily frowning vision. He leaned toward Dane as if worried and continued. "Don't overdo it. The surgery ended successfully, but the doctor said it would be hard to even breathe for a while." Of course it would be. He could clearly tell what condition he was in without having to hear it. After letting out a short breath, Dane closed his eyes while slumping his body on the bed. When he slowly lifted his eyelids, he immediately made eye contact with Greyson. He could tell too clearly that he had been looking at him the whole time. It wasn't anything new. Always, every time, he had been looking only at Dane like this. His nose tip stung for some reason, so Dane deliberately pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Come here, I want to kiss you." When he deliberately pulled the wrist connected by handcuffs, Greyson, who had been defenseless, hesitated. To him blinking surprised eyes, Dane urged with a still smiling face. "Hurry." "Yeah." Greyson answered without hesitation and bent his body over Dane. At the purple eyes sparkling with anticipation and the sweet scent spreading around, Dane felt good. He wanted to raise his hand without handcuffs and grab the back of Greyson's head to pull him closer, but the moment he tried to raise his arm, a chilling pain passed through his whole body like electricity, so he couldn't help but contort his brow. After letting out a blocked sigh, Dane just gave up and waited for Greyson to approach. His pulse quickened, perhaps embarrassed by his princess-like position in a fairy tale. His cheeks seemed to be getting hot for some reason. He might have a fever. Having thought that far, he suddenly frowned. Maybe, he thought, when he suddenly realized that their lips hadn't touched yet. It seemed like enough time had passed to already kiss, mix saliva to their heart's content, and then part while panting. Of course, that was just Dane's assumption. In reality, unable to endure the wait of just 4 or 5 seconds, Dane opened his eyes. At the same time, he made eye contact with Greyson who had stopped right in front of his nose and was looking down at him. "What? You." Dane asked with his usual frowning face. Why was this guy who had just been excitedly wagging his tail suddenly acting like this? To the puzzled Dane, Greyson opened his mouth. "Say it first, that you love me." "What?" At the unexpected words, Dane asked again. But Greyson repeated the same words stubbornly with a too-serious face. "Say it, that you love me." Confusingly, he was serious. Looking down at Dane with a more serious expression than ever, perhaps serious enough to seem desperate, Greyson briefly added. "Like that time." At the unexpected words, Dane could only widen his eyes. What are you suddenly talking about, this bastard… He thought, but soon he saw Greyson's lips trembling faintly in his vision. His ears weren't moving at all either. Realizing that Greyson was even holding his breath and waiting for his answer, Dane was at a loss for words. If it had been the previous him, he would have laughed it off as ridiculous. He might have cursed and told him not to do stupid things. But now he couldn't do any of that. Dane tried to raise his hand but flinched and contorted his brow. The pain seemed to spread throughout his body, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. The puppy in front of him right now was so pitiful, so forlorn, so heartbreaking. Slowly, enduring the pain, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of Greyson's head. Haa, a blocked sigh flowed out of his mouth. A peaceful smile played over his face contorted with pain. "Yes. I damn well love you, Greyson Miller." Because you're lovable. Dane looked straight into Greyson's eyes and confessed again. "I love you, so let's be together." Greyson opened his mouth. A voice trembling just as much flowed out between his trembling lips. "Forever?" "Yes, forever." In contrast to Greyson's voice, Dane spoke firmly. Then the corners of his mouth relaxed loosely. "Though I don't know how long your forever is." The moment those words fell, Greyson pressed his lips to Dane's mouth. His tongue rushed in recklessly and roughly stirred inside his mouth. Dane just let him have his way with this hasty kiss. It felt like his ribs were screaming as Greyson's weight pressed down, but he endured it. This must be the hardship of owning a giant puppy, he thought. "Dane, Dane…" Rubbing lips, licking cheeks, and showering kisses on his mouth again, Greyson kept calling only his name repeatedly. Dane went "yeah, yeah" and generously accepted him. Even knowing that throughout the kiss, he was busily kneading Venus with the hand not wearing handcuffs. I'm completely caught.