I Give Up on the BL Novel's Male Leads - Chapter 138
It was impossible to distinguish anything with her eyes, so she hoped that touching with her hands might reveal something.
Interestingly, even with her eyes closed, Edwin’s face became vividly clear in her palm. It felt so distinct that she could perceive it without needing to see.
The strong lines of his face gradually transformed from a flat surface into a three-dimensional form as her fingers explored.
What was it like? It felt akin to gazing intently at Edwinâs face in a dark room. A curious sensation washed over her.
As her fingertips glided over Edwinâs thick eyebrows and down to his cheek, he chuckled, possibly due to the ticklish feeling.
Illein, sensing this strange sensation through touch, unconsciously stroked his cheek multiple times.
Then she slowly traced down the bridge of Edwin’s nose.
The warmth of his breath tickled her palm. For a moment, she flinched but then continued to caress his face slowly.
Her fingers finally reached his lips.
She found his full lips surprisingly soft.
It seemed as though his entire body was hard, and she had assumed there wouldn’t be such a soft part, making the sensation in her hands feel new and exciting.
So, almost addictively, she kept touching his lips.
“Do you like my lips?”
Edwin savored Illein’s gentle touches and then asked.
“Itâs strange.”
“Strange how?”
“Edwin feels all hard, like a human wrapped in stone skin pretending to be a person.”
“âŚWhat?”
He laughed at her words, clearly amused.
“But your lips are soft. Is that normal?”
Edwin felt a surge of mischievousness from her unexpected answer. He decided to playfully tease her.
“Have you touched everywhere?”
“I want to feel other places too.”
“Okay, should I take this off?”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you satisfied just touching my face?”
Illein felt her face heat up at Edwinâs words. Yet, she was a bit curious about how a manâs body felt.
“AhâŚ!”
As she hesitated to respond, he chuckled. Then he touched his shirt and said,
“If you donât want it, warn me then. Otherwise, keep looking.”
With that, he threw his coat aside onto the bed.
He gazed at her, now dressed more lightly.
Illein had opened her eyes by now. Looking at Edwin, she asked,
“By the way, where is this uniform from?”
“Itâs what we wear in the royal court.”
“Do all princes wear something like this?”
“Similar. Most have to wear specific attire. There are quite a few regulations. At times, you must wear certain clothes.”
“I find it fascinating that you follow those rules so well.”
As she said this, she gazed intently at Edwin.
Edwin smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Edwin?”
“Arenât you curious to see more clearly?”
“AhâŚ.”
Illein oddly agreed with his statement. Thinking back, she realized she had never really seen a man’s body before, which piqued her interest.
If she were to see a manâs body, it would likely be that of Melias, whom her family was pushing her towards.
She didnât dislike Melias; however, the thought of their relationship made her feel suffocated.
“Iâm looking forward to this.”
As she said this, she fixed her gaze on Edwin, almost defiantly.
“Youâve changed.”
“Me?”
“Yes, it feels like youâre trying to control me.”
“Am I? Really?”
Despite his words, Edwin slowly continued to unbutton his shirt as if obeying her.
Illein watched him, thinking he was just teasing her, but her heart raced as she saw his thick neck and the bulging muscles between it.
In reality, she felt a thrill, having never had the chance to see a body as close to perfection as his.
She kept her gaze on his chest until he had completely undone his shirt.
“AhâŚ.”
His perfect upper body entered her view, revealing numerous scars and a handsome physique that took her breath away.
“Why?”
“Because youâre beautiful. You look like a sculpture.”
As she spoke, Edwin took her hand and placed it on his chest.
“Touch it. It would be even better if you closed your eyes again.”
Following his instructions, she shut her eyes and remained still, letting his hands guide hers.
Her palm soon moved to his neck, and she was fascinated by the muscular feel beneath her fingers.
Then she felt the gentle flutter of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, which made her heart race even more.
His hand guided hers down to his collarbone, tracing the contours as they moved.
Between his firm body and the collarbone, she could feel the sharpness of it. As her palm glided over his chest, it became warm, and she felt her tension begin to ease.
Yet amidst that hardness, there was a softness as well.
Right beneath where her hand stopped, she could feel his heart beating.
