Chapter 5: Won’t Learn to Be Good
The man reached out and clamped his hand around Wen Yuhuai’s waist, the force so strong it felt as if he wanted to knead him into his own flesh and blood. His wet, hot breath landed by Wen Yuhuai’s ear. “Now that you’ve eaten and drunk your fill, what do you think I’m going to do?”
Wen Yuhuai’s mind exploded with a buzz. The thing he feared most had finally come.
After spending this time together, he could tell that he and this man were in completely different weight classes when it came to physical strength. Moreover, blindfolded as he was, he had absolutely no chance of winning.
“You… don’t be like this. We must know each other, right? I shouldn’t have offended you. Just let me go…”
Seeing him soften—a rare occurrence—the man laughed aloud with considerable pleasure. His large palm landed unhurriedly on Wen Yuhuai’s bare back, triggering waves of shivers. His other hand hooked under Wen Yuhuai’s knees, tightened, and easily lifted him into a bridal carry.
Feeling the person in his arms stiffen, too afraid to move a muscle, the man comforted him in a soft, gentle voice. “What is Baby thinking? There’s nothing here. Of course, I wouldn’t bear to do anything to you. I just want to help you take a bath.”
The sound of rushing water filled his ears. Wen Yuhuai’s body grew even stiffer, his heart pounding violently.
He grit his back teeth, his hands fumbling blindly until they touched the cold ceramic tile of the wall. He pressed his palms firmly against it to stabilize himself, then began to struggle slowly in the man’s arms. “I can wash myself. You get out.”
The man effortlessly stopped his attempt to get down, bouncing him up in his arms slightly. “Don’t move around. The floor is slippery; if you fall, my heart will ache.”
Wen Yuhuai took a deep breath and repeated his demand. “I said I can wash myself.”
The man seemed to be filling the bathtub. While testing the water temperature, he answered perfunctorily, “No, you can’t.”
Wen Yuhuai felt like he was playing the lute to a cow. A profound sense of powerlessness drowned him. He said in self-abandonment, “I won’t wash then. Let me go. I want to go back to sleep.”
The man’s movements paused, but his tone remained the same. “If you’re tired, sleep. I’ll wash you.”
Wen Yuhuai felt a nameless fire scurrying through his heart. Did this person not understand human language? Was the point that he wanted to sleep? The point was clearly that he didn’t want to take a bath!
He was too angry to speak. His hands grabbed the man’s clothes blindly, tearing at them with reckless force. Buttons popped and clattered to the floor one by one. His mentality was simple: If I’m not comfortable, don’t you think about having a good time either.
The water in the bathtub seemed full, and the sound of running water gradually ceased. The man peeled Wen Yuhuai off his body, his hand landing on the buckle of Wen Yuhuai’s belt.
Wen Yuhuai’s hand immediately covered it, prying desperately at the man’s fingers. “Let go—”
But the man cruelly pried his hand away, his tone coaxing. “Be good, don’t be willful. How can you bathe without taking off your clothes?”
No matter how much Wen Yuhuai struggled, his arms couldn’t twist a thigh. In the end, his pants were stripped off, and he was pressed into the bathtub.
The man’s grip was incredibly strong; the hand pinching his waist felt like iron pincers. His other hand, ignoring Wen Yuhuai’s resistance, groped him irregularly. Wen Yuhuai could clearly hear the man’s breathing becoming heavier with each breath.
“Be a good boy, don’t move. It’ll be done soon.” After an unknown amount of time, the man finally spoke, his voice incredibly hoarse.
Then, he roughly pumped two squirts of body wash, lathered it into fine, snow-white foam, and rubbed it haphazardly over Wen Yuhuai’s body.
The bath felt like a war, but fortunately, it finally ended. Wen Yuhuai gave up struggling completely. Motionless, he let the man wrap him in a bath towel, carry him back, and deposit him onto the large bed.
“Sleep.” The man lay down beside him, hugging him contentedly. Then, pressing some unknown button, the lights in the room instantly extinguished, and the room was once again swallowed by boundless darkness.
Wen Yuhuai blinked in confusion. The next second, the constraint on his eyes loosened; the tie was gently untied and removed.
He stayed quiet for a few seconds before slowly processing his current situation. A grown man, held in a possessive embrace by another grown man, sleeping in the same bed.
“Why haven’t you left yet?” he questioned through gritted teeth, though his voice sounded a bit floaty.
The hand resting on his waist tightened abruptly, pulling his entire back against a hard chest. “Who said I was leaving today? It’s late. Go to sleep.”
Wen Yuhuai naturally couldn’t sleep.
Because this shell had housed an adult soul since childhood, he had started sleeping alone at a very young age. He couldn’t remember how many years it had been since he shared a bed with anyone, let alone a man who was taller, stronger, and harbored ill intentions toward him.
The breathing behind him gradually became steady and long. Wen Yuhuai, however, didn’t have a shred of sleepiness, stiff as a log in the man’s arms. He kept his eyes wide open, staring into the void of darkness, not even knowing if it was day or night.
There were no clocks in the room, and no windows. He didn’t know how long he had been unconscious initially, so he had no starting point to calculate the time.
After waiting patiently for a while, he cautiously lifted the man’s arm from his waist and rolled his body to the side, striving to avoid any physical contact.
The escape plan was declared a failure before it was even completed.
He didn’t know if the man woke up or not. He didn’t speak, and his breathing rhythm didn’t change, but he extended a long arm and scooped Wen Yuhuai back into his embrace. He even threw a leg over Wen Yuhuai’s waist, as if treating him like a body pillow.
Wen Yuhuai gritted his teeth in indignation. Smashing the pot since it was already cracked, he turned around. Not caring if the man would wake up, he shoved him hard face-to-face and kicked him.
His body finally broke free from the man’s control temporarily. But before Wen Yuhuai could rejoice for two seconds, a soft sigh came from the darkness. The man flipped over, pinning him underneath. His thumb and fingers locked onto Wen Yuhuai’s Adam’s apple, forcing him to tilt his head back.
“Baby, if you don’t want to sleep, I don’t mind doing some more interesting things with you right now.”
As he spoke, the man’s hand wickedly pinched his waist hard.
Wen Yuhuai was truly frightened this time. The man pressed down on him like a mountain; he couldn’t flip him off no matter how hard he tried, let alone considering the position of the hip bone below…
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down against the man’s palm. He spoke indiscriminately, “Sleep, I’ll sleep right now. Get off—”
The man scoffed. In the darkness, he found Wen Yuhuai’s lips with unerring accuracy. His teeth latched onto the soft flesh at the corner of his mouth that hadn’t healed yet, grinding and biting back and forth until the person beneath him hissed in pain.
Only then did he show mercy and let him go, speaking slowly with a hoarse voice, “Why won’t you just learn to be good? Do you insist on feeling pain to remember? Next time you provoke me in the middle of the night, I won’t let you off so easily.”
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