Luo Yingbai noticed his elbow was scraped from leaning against the wall, and Xia Xianning’s extreme care made him feel guilty. He had actually maintained half a moment of rationality and changed locations midway.
— In fact, the wound on his back was much more serious, but in the midst of passion, Xia Xianning felt no pain at all.
Luo Yingbai pushed away Xia Xianning’s hand, forcefully grabbing his collar and pulling him down, and they quickly kissed again.
Xia Xianning, breathing heavily, said: “If you can’t handle it, stop provoking me.”
Luo Yingbai, recovering somewhat, casually said: “What are you talking about? I’m just afraid this little virgin will tire himself out…”
Xia Xianning didn’t waste a word, immediately pouncing — he’d been waiting for Luo Yingbai to say something like this to continue — after all, they had the whole night.
He almost didn’t want to stop — just thinking that from today, Luo Yingbai was completely his, the feeling of happiness was enough to consume him, yet the desire to possess him only grew more intense.
After everything ended, Xia Xianning gently brushed away Luo Yingbai’s sweat-dampened hair and tenderly kissed his forehead, then helped him clean up before returning to bed.
It was near early autumn.
Cicadas chirped all around, and the night breeze entered through the window, quietly wandering in the room.
Suddenly, their thoughts seemed to return to when they were young, lying side by side on the big bed in the Luo family home after evening practice, moonlight streaming through the window, covering them like milk, with little insects chirping outside.
So many years had passed, and their relationship had not grown distant with time but had become more intimate.
Xia Xianning’s heart suddenly felt soft. He thought Luo Yingbai was asleep, but the other suddenly asked, “How’s the injury?”
Xia Xianning smiled and said, “I’ve already forgotten about it.”
Luo Yingbai said, “What kind of talk is that! Turn over, let me take a look.”
Luo Yingbai’s personality was soft on the outside but strong inside. Xia Xianning had been with him for over twenty years and had never seen him cry. Today, he was driven to tears, his voice still slightly hoarse.
At this moment, even if Luo Yingbai told Xia Xianning to die, he doubted he would think of refusing.
He first took a glass of water from the bedside and fed Luo Yingbai a few sips, then obediently turned over to show his injury.
Luo Yingbai propped himself up to get a closer look, which made the veins at his temple jump. After confirming the wound wasn’t serious, he immediately collapsed back onto the bed.
This was the first time he had been so crazy. Xia Xianning was full of energy, and Luo Yingbai had been exhausted for a long time. Every muscle in his body ached. Now he understood why Luo Xiao always scolded him for not being diligent.
He curled up on the bed, sinking into the soft pillow, not wanting to move at all. A few strands of hair fell across his face, but he was too lazy to care.
Xia Xianning smiled, supporting himself on either side of Luo Yingbai’s body, gazing at him, gently brushing the hair from his face and kissing him.
He whispered, “Sorry, did I tire you out?”
Luo Yingbai was silent for a moment, eyes closed, saying, “I think I might have known a fake you before. How do you have so many… novel ideas? Weren’t you the one who used to manage me strictly?”
Xia Xianning gently massaged his waist, laughing silently.
Luo Yingbai mumbled, “It feels so strange. I never thought we could be like this…”
Xia Xianning gently asked, “Then who would you want to be with? Tell me, and I’ll go kill him.”
Luo Yingbai: “…I’ll tell you who I hate later.”
As they talked, he fell asleep.
Xia Xianning continued to look at him, reluctant to close his eyes.
Luo Yingbai’s face showed signs of fatigue, sleeping deeply, but his lips and eye corners were slightly swollen, displaying an unprecedented, different kind of allure.
He very softly moved closer, nuzzling Luo Yingbai’s face, and then carefully held him in his arms and fell asleep.
Luo Yingbai always loved sleeping in, and this time he was exhausted. The phone rang the next morning, and he almost went crazy, drowsily pushing beside him, mumbling, “Xianning, answer the phone.”
But his push found nothing. Luo Yingbai opened one eye to find Xia Xianning was gone, the blanket neatly folded.
The phone was in his pants pocket, which was carelessly thrown on the floor. To answer, he’d have to pick it up first. Luo Yingbai wanted to ignore it, but the ringtone was persistent, and he couldn’t sleep even with his head covered.
Luo Yingbai threw off the blanket and said, “Where did Xianning go? Come back!”
He gestured at the pants, which surprisingly stood up as if worn by an invisible person, walking to Luo Yingbai. He pulled out the phone and realized it was Xia Xianning’s pants and phone.
Lying back down, he saw Gou Songze’s name flashing on the screen and answered, “What?”
Gou Songze’s “Xia Chu” got stuck in his throat, disappointedly saying, “It’s you? Where’s our boss? I need to talk to him.”
Luo Yingbai yawned, “Don’t know, he’s gone.”
They were often together, so Gou Songze didn’t think much of it, saying, “If he left without his phone, he’ll probably be back soon. Let’s chat until he returns.”
Luo Yingbai said, “Not chatting, I want to sleep.”
Gou Songze said, “It’s 9 AM, you’re still not getting up?!”
“Ah…” Luo Yingbai’s eyes were about to close again, “No clothes to wear.”
Gou Songze, seemingly truly idle, said, “Nonsense, you have so many clothes in your closet. Are they just decorations?”
Luo Yingbai: “Those aren’t clothes I want to wear. I disguise myself in clothes you love, but can only hide my feelings in front of you.”
Gou Songze: “…”
He didn’t say anything more and hung up the phone.
Luo Yingbai successfully grossed someone out, feeling quite pleased with himself. He laughed for a long time and couldn’t fall asleep even with his eyes closed. He decided to play with Xia Xianning’s phone, and accidentally swiped open the browsing history. A light pink page popped up, seemingly a forum with a list of articles.
Luo Yingbai’s curiosity was piqued by the latest article’s title in bold capital letters: “Senior Brother, Why Are You So Wild?”
Luo Yingbai: “???”
The words “Senior Brother” made him a bit sensitive, especially since this was found in Xia Xianning’s browsing history. Luo Yingbai became curious and clicked on it.
[…On the bed, the boy’s slender and fragile figure was barely visible under a gold-threaded blanket, clearly naked.
On the snow-white skin, faint purple bruises from rough treatment could be seen.
Luo Yingbai: “…”
He suddenly felt a bit scared, wrapped himself tightly in his light blue blanket, and continued reading.
He tried to sit up from the bed, but just as he barely lifted his upper body, a man’s arm wrapped around his waist, forcefully pressing him back down.
The wounds from last night sent a pain like tearing. Luo Yingbai’s lips trembled as he sobbed: “I’m no different from a worn-out prostitute now. What else do you want?”
Luo Yingbai: “Pfft—”
Worn-out prostitute?
Luo Yingbai read his own name three times, hoping it was just a coincidence. With that self-consolation, he continued reading, and Xia Xianning’s name jumped out.
Xia Xianning’s gaze was cold, his smile sinister. He pressed down on Luo Yingbai, gripping the swan-like neck, a cold voice coming from above: “Just thinking about how many men have touched you makes me want to kill them all! But now you’re back by my side? Senior Brother, it seems you’ve learned quite a lot outside these years. Won’t you show me?”
