Chapter 80: “Your Kissing Technique is Really Bad”
The air was thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Lu Ciheng’s breath brushed against Xie Shibai’s lips. They were so close it felt as if their lips would touch in the next second. The sensitive nerves left behind by the adrenaline had not yet retreated, and the scorching breath from Lu Ciheng’s nose seemed to be an invitation to kiss.
Xie Shibai’s eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out and grabbed Lu Ciheng’s collar, tilting his cold face up slightly. The distance between them was so close the air seemed to be cut off, and fragrance filled his nasal cavity.
Lu Ciheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His dark eyes were filled with a smile, as if he was already certain Xie Shibai would kiss him.
In the next second, the breath that had been pressing against his lips suddenly withdrew without mercy. The warmth of another person abruptly vanished from his lips, which turned cool.
Xie Shibai tugged on Lu Ciheng’s collar, his eyes slightly cold. “How do you know? Have you tried it?”
Lu Ciheng’s body stiffened for a moment before he immediately denied it. “How is that possible? Of course I haven’t tried it. My first kiss was clearly given to you, and yet you actually doubt me.”
Xie Shibai raised an eyebrow, his tone slow. “Then how do you know it will feel amazing?”
Lu Ciheng chuckled helplessly. He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Xie Shibai’s, his voice deep and drawn out. “Xie-laoshi, don’t play with me at a time like this. Let’s try it together and see if it’s amazing or not, hmm?”
Xie Shibai held Lu Ciheng’s collar, his gaze landing on the man’s face. He was dazed for a few seconds. Something to shift his focus was always needed, something unique. Like a generous alms-giving, he said, “Fine.”
The moment the last syllable left his mouth, a scorching breath suddenly closed in. Xie Shibai narrowed his eyes and reached out his hand to block Lu Ciheng’s lips.
Lu Ciheng pressed against Xie Shibai’s hand, his nose catching the scent on his fingers. His exposed dark eyes stared straight at him as he mumbled, “Xie-laoshi?”
Xie Shibai glanced at their current surroundings. Someone could appear at any moment, and the camera was filming not far away. Although the audio pickup was distant due to the racing, the camera was already approaching.
He pursed his lips. He didn’t have a hobby for kissing people in public. Moreover, there was nothing wrong with being immersed in the thrill brought by extreme sports; it didn’t matter if he didn’t shift his focus.
Xie Shibai let go of his hand, changed his mind, and said, “Forget it. I don’t need it.”
With that, he turned around to go to the locker room to change.
The camera was filming from a distance. The netizens in the livestream were still heatedly discussing Xie Shibai’s driving. They only saw the very intimate contact between the two, looking like Lu Ciheng wanted a kiss but was blocked by Xie Shibai.
The netizens were delighted to see Lu Ciheng get rejected.
Lu Ciheng narrowed his eyes. One moment he had been immersed in Xie Shibai’s generosity, and the next he felt the stinginess of the giver. He licked his lips, as if the scent from Xie Shibai’s hand still lingered. Just that little bit made him mentally hyperactive, but it was far from enough to satisfy him.
He glanced at the camera and could guess the reason for Xie Shibai’s sudden rejection. His gaze was dark and deep. Suddenly, his lips curled up, and he stepped forward to follow.
Xie Shibai’s hand had just touched the doorknob when a scorching body suddenly pressed against his back. Hands firmly shackled his waist. The embrace from behind felt like Lu Ciheng was trying to rub Xie Shibai into his own body. Broad shoulders completely enveloped him. The pitch-black sense of oppression and a mysterious sense of danger triggered Xie Shibai’s nerves, making his heart leap.
Xie Shibai turned his head. “You—”
With a “click,” the doorknob of the locker room was pressed down. Xie Shibai watched as the door opened. With a broad chest behind him and their current posture, the dim locker room ahead seemed to hold a startling sense of crisis.
In the next second, Xie Shibai was led into the room by Lu Ciheng. With a “bang,” he was pressed against the door.
Click. The door was locked.
Xie Shibai’s hand braced against the door, his back against Lu Ciheng’s chest. He tilted his eyes and turned his head. “What kind of madness are you having?”
Lu Ciheng’s arm circled Xie Shibai’s waist while his other hand was placed on the side of Xie Shibai’s neck, rubbing the snowy skin before moving up to pinch his chin.
The tall, broad figure shrouded Xie Shibai in shadow. A pair of dark eyes flashed with a murky light. His nose was very close to their lips, with only a tiny distance remaining. His voice was low and hoarse. “Xie-laoshi, people who go back on their word and don’t keep their promises need to be punished.”
Xie Shibai’s chin was tilted up, so he could only look back with his head tilted. His cold eyes narrowed, and he pushed back with his elbow in an attempt to struggle free. “Let go.”
Lu Ciheng’s dull tone was somewhat husky, and a low laugh escaped his chest. He pressed his tongue against his canine tooth. “I won’t. I’m going to start the punishment.”
Xie Shibai’s fingers tightened. The hand shackling his chin was very strong. Before he could struggle free, Lu Ciheng kissed him from behind. Urgent and scorching breath and kisses crushed his lips, stripping away any opportunity for him to speak.
The moment their lips touched, a comfortable sensation exploded in his mind. It was different from the usual “therapy” kisses; it was more stimulating under the sensitive nerves, sparking his hyperactive mind. It was as if fireworks were blooming in his head.
Xie Shibai’s fingertips tightened. The large hands around his waist tightened as well. The two of them were pressed together seamlessly, their clothes rustling against each other.
Lu Ciheng’s knee pushed into the gap between his legs. Only scorching bodies remained in the surroundings.
Wet licking and biting of the lips followed. A few muffled groans that Xie Shibai wasn’t even aware of escaped his throat.
Xie Shibai’s sensitive nerves flared with ambiguity the moment they were touched. His body’s craving for skin contact seemed to explode instantly. His heart beat violently, the heat was scalding and strong, and a comfortable sensation burst in his mind.
Lu Ciheng’s hand tilted Xie Shibai’s chin, grazing the seam of his lips to press into his mouth, sucking on a section of his vermillion tongue. Moisture and heat intertwined. The kiss deepened continuously, turning into a very deep kiss. Wet sounds of sucking and biting on the tip of the tongue could be heard.
Xie Shibai’s breathing was completely mixed with Lu Ciheng’s. The corners of his eyes gradually stained with a trace of imperceptible pink. The craving for contact was amplified by his sensitive nerves, and then satisfied by the kiss. The deeper the kiss went, the more his spine shivered. The comfort made his brain unable to think.
Lu Ciheng’s Adam’s apple rolled, swallowing the wet saliva. It was sweet, like a plump peach oozing with juice. The veins on the back of his hand pulsed. The heat gradually spread, his scorching breath accompanied by light pants.
Xie Shibai’s eyes were wet as he gasped for hot air.
Although the kiss was just as Lu Ciheng had said—amazing—this posture made him subconsciously feel very dangerous, as if he were being controlled.
Lu Ciheng ground against Xie Shibai’s lips for a moment. He looked excitedly as the soft, full lips turned a deep red and became moist. He licked his lips, his exhaled breath scorching. His dark eyes stared, as if considering where to bite down and eat the person whole.
He nipped at Xie Shibai’s lips, his voice low and hoarse. “Xie-laoshi, I was right, wasn’t I? Kissing me feels amazing.”
Xie Shibai’s lips were slightly parted as he panted. His lips were red from the grinding, and a faint mist floated in the corners of his eyes. Even if his reactions were a bit slow due to the comfortable kiss, his tilted eyes still carried a hint of arrogance.
“It was mediocre. Your kissing technique is really bad.”
Lu Ciheng raised an eyebrow and brushed against Xie Shibai’s lips. “Oh? Then Xie-laoshi, help me improve it.”
Xie Shibai: “…”
He grabbed Lu Ciheng’s wrist. “Let go of me first.”
Lu Ciheng tightened his arm, shamelessly acting like a rogue. “I won’t. Didn’t you say my kissing technique is bad? A good student should actively make progress.”
Xie Shibai: “…It’s not bad, okay? Let me go.”
The corners of Lu Ciheng’s lips curled up as he pushed his luck. “Not unless you call me ‘Gege’.”
Xie Shibai paused for a few seconds. He was speechless at Lu Ciheng’s behavior of taking a mile when given an inch. A cold smile curled onto his lips. He reached out and tugged Lu Ciheng’s hair, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Call you ‘Gege’?”
Lu Ciheng’s breath tightened, his dark eyes fixed. “Mm.”
Xie Shibai wanted to give Lu Ciheng a slap. He tried to turn around, but just as he moved, Lu Ciheng happened to lower his head. They bumped into each other unexpectedly, and a faint sensation of pain stained the corner of his lip.
“Hiss.”
Lu Ciheng had been hit harder. He licked the corner of his lip and first checked on Xie Shibai’s condition, noticing the tiny wound on the corner of Xie Shibai’s mouth.
Xie Shibai only felt that his lips were slightly swollen, as if he had kissed too much. He licked the corner of his lip.
Lu Ciheng stared fixedly at the vermillion tongue for a few seconds. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He first checked the place that had been bumped. Only after observing carefully that the wound wasn’t serious did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Xie Shibai took this opportunity to push Lu Ciheng away. He unzipped his jacket to give himself some air. He was too lazy to mess around with Lu Ciheng. He felt very uncomfortable having sweated, and his priority was to take a shower.
The locker room was quite large and equipped with three shower stalls, providing plenty of space.
While Xie Shibai went to shower, Lu Ciheng looked down at his very “spirited” part and sighed before entering another shower stall.
Actually, Lu Ciheng hadn’t said it, but the most effective way to shift focus was another method entirely.
If he said that method out loud, it would definitely scare the person away.
Lu Ciheng’s exhaled breath was scorching. He turned on the shower, and the water was icy cold without a trace of warmth.
The dark thoughts he had suppressed for a long time could no longer be eased by the cold. His large hand pulled away his clothes. His forehead rested against the wall. With his eyes closed, he seemed to be able to smell the scent from the adjacent shower stall. The fragrance was almost physical, making his mouth and throat dry. With veins bulging, his hand followed his abdomen and approached the source of heat.
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