Chapter 88: “Xie-laoshi, You Have to Be a Bit More Honest…”
The space in the washroom was narrow, and the temperature was somewhat stifling.
The kisses on Xie Shibai’s cheeks were ticklish, and the breath sweeping against his neck was hot. It felt as if a large, furry, and annoying dog was clinging to his back. Despite the annoyance, the physical contact remained exceptionally comfortable; it was as if his body was naturally programmed to enjoy it. The arm around his waist was pulled tight, pressing the two of them close together. Simply being held like this provided a level of comfort that a person with skin hunger syndrome could not resist.
His eyelashes lowered slightly as he pursed his lips, allowing the indulgence. “Hurry up.”
Lu Ciheng let out a low, muffled chuckle. His voice was husky as he said, “Thank you, Xie-laoshi.”
Xie Shibai’s fingertips tightened slightly. Lu Ciheng was still pressed very close to him; he could feel the high temperature radiating from behind and the low sound of breathing near his ear, which brought a faint itch whenever it brushed past.
Xie Shibai’s fingers tightened further as he restrained his body’s craving for skin contact. He gritted his teeth and couldn’t help but snap, “Can’t you be a little quieter?”
Lu Ciheng’s dark eyes were filled with mirth as he rested his chin on Xie Shibai’s shoulder. “I can’t help it.”
Xie Shibai’s black hair was somewhat messy, partially obscuring his cold, beautiful eyes. The corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red as he turned his head to glare at him.
Lu Ciheng tilted his head, his palm pressing against Xie Shibai’s abdomen. “Doesn’t Xie-laoshi want to?”
Xie Shibai turned his head away, his voice muffled. “You think everyone is like you? Going into heat even with a gunshot wound.”
Lu Ciheng chuckled, his gaze fixed intently on Xie Shibai’s reddened cheeks. His heart felt an itch. He said in an unhurried tone, “Mm, but Xie-laoshi, your face is so red.”
Xie Shibai was becoming irritated by the embarrassment. He reached out and braced against the other man to push him back. “Get lost. Who wouldn’t feel hot with someone clinging this close?”
After pushing him, he attempted to leave the washroom.
The next second, Lu Ciheng grabbed Xie Shibai’s hand. With a ‘thud,’ he pinned him firmly against the wall. His knee pushed between Xie Shibai’s legs, and his palm pressed against the side of Xie Shibai’s waist, hooking into the clothes and pulling them down. Like a succubus tempting a mortal, his voice was filled with a smile. “Xie-laoshi, you have to be a bit more honest.”
Xie Shibai’s beautiful face was flushed. His cold eyes glared at Lu Ciheng, but his body—stimulated by the touch—was trembling slightly. Skin hunger made him instinctively crave more contact; he wanted them to be pressed even closer, to touch even more.
He wanted to kiss.
Although this embrace provided plenty of surface contact, the human heart is greedy and always desires more—especially when the other person’s body was one that his own was physiologically attracted to.
Lu Ciheng’s Adam’s apple rolled, the veins on his neck jumping from the effort of restraint. Xie Shibai couldn’t see his own current appearance; he was alluring when he was cold and icy, but now those beautiful eyes were glazed with a layer of mist, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a radiant, thin red. The way he looked up at someone while waiting only fanned the flames of desire until it was almost uncontrollable.
He even felt like ignoring everything and doing it right here.
But Lu Ciheng still remembered his plan to punish the ‘bad cat.’ He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to maintain control. “Xie-laoshi, you really are…”
He pinched Xie Shibai’s chin with one hand, giving him no chance to react before kissing him fiercely, sucking and biting at the red, full lips.
Xie Shibai’s body suddenly trembled, and a faint sound escaped his throat—like a mischievous owner squeezing a kitten to get a cute meow. Amid the tangled breaths, a bit of mist escaped the corners of his eyes. His eyelashes were wet, and his lips were slightly parted, making it easier for the man across from him to plunder.
The physical contact was so comfortable it made his head spin. The passionate kiss caused their breaths to mingle. Xie Shibai braced against Lu Ciheng’s shoulder, instinctively wanting to grip something tighter, but Lu Ciheng mistook it for an attempt to push him away. He interlaced their fingers and pinned Xie Shibai’s hands above his head.
Lu Ciheng’s nose brushed against Xie Shibai’s cheek. He said clingily, “Are you really not going to try?”
Xie Shibai’s breathing was slightly erratic, his long eyelashes trembling. He bit his red lip as the reason in his mind engaged in a fierce tug-of-war.
Lu Ciheng licked his lips, adding a hint of suggestion, “I’ll help you. It’ll feel great.”
The strings of reason were unable to withstand the invitation of a Beagle who was constantly in its prime.
The bed in the ward was a single bed, much narrower than the one in their room. Two grown men had to press tightly against each other to fit.
Xie Shibai’s beautiful, cold face carried the comfort of satisfied skin contact. He felt warm all over, much like a cat that had inhaled catnip, lazily and comfortably squinting his eyes.
Lu Ciheng knelt with one knee pressed against the edge of the single bed. His thumb hooked into the hem of the clothes. The pale waist was slender, and the lines of the abdomen were smooth. When he touched those lines, he could feel a slight tremor beneath his hand.
“Ugh…” Xie Shibai’s brow furrowed slightly. He lazily looked up to stare at Lu Ciheng, like a listless cat being disturbed—without proper soothing, it would launch an attack in the next second. “Your hand is uncomfortable.”
Lu Ciheng stared for a few seconds, his Adam’s apple rolling. He leaned down and bit the soft skin, neither too hard nor too light. It was a soft, small patch, and after the sucking and biting, it left a red mark as full as a cherry.
Xie Shibai suddenly tensed. Mist escaped his eyelashes, and his red lips parted to exhale hot, moist breath. His fingers tightened in Lu Ciheng’s hair. “Lu Ciheng!”
Lu Ciheng licked his wet lips, feeling very satisfied. “Xie-laoshi, currently your name can only be used as a safe word. Do you still want to call it out?”
The bad cat was like a mystery box that had been opened; every reaction was exceptionally cute.
A tear hung from the corner of Xie Shibai’s eye, his voice carrying a faint, airy sound. “You’re mentally ill!”
Lu Ciheng narrowed his eyes, leaned in, and kissed Xie Shibai’s cheek, nodding happily. “Mm-hm.”
Xie Shibai: “…”
Under normal circumstances, Xie Shibai would have kicked Lu Ciheng off by now. Today, however, he was mindful of the wound on the other’s waist and didn’t dare use much force, which resulted in a certain someone taking advantage of the situation.
Lu Ciheng’s eyes were dark as he desperately restrained the thick, dark thoughts in his mind. His thumb grazed over the mark he had just bitten.
He wanted to…
Fill the other person with his scent.
Xie Shibai must look beautiful when he cried.
A puppy’s method of marking territory was always exceptionally crude and direct.
But considering the punishment plan, he needed to hide his most direct desires for the time being.
Lu Ciheng’s large palms were calloused. When they first touched him, the sensation wasn’t exactly comfortable—in fact, it was quite rough. It brought only a superficial comfort of skin contact, while something deeper remained vague and missing.
Xie Shibai’s fingertips curled. His black hair was scattered across the pure white hospital bed. His beautiful eyebrows furrowed as he said irritably, “Take it away. It’s not comfortable at all.”
Lu Ciheng didn’t let go; instead, he gripped tighter.
Xie Shibai’s breath hitched. As he turned his head, he exposed his pale neck, his eyes clouded with mist. Although Lu Ciheng’s hand was uncomfortable at first, he adapted well to the sensation of the callouses after getting used to it. However, he bit his lip and didn’t make a sound.
Lu Ciheng lowered his gaze, his free thumb grinding against Xie Shibai. His gaze was highly aggressive as he stared intently. His calloused hand suddenly pressed down on the tip without warning and refused to let go.
Watery mist spread through Xie Shibai’s eyes. He glared at Lu Ciheng with his beautiful eyes, his voice breaking into short, airy gasps. “What are you doing? …Let go.”
Lu Ciheng’s gaze was dark, his breath scorching. No matter how Xie Shibai struggled, he didn’t release his thumb. He leaned in slightly to engage in a wet, sticky kiss with Xie Shibai.
Xie Shibai turned his head to avoid the kiss. He was on the verge of a breakdown and was completely fed up with Lu Ciheng. His body’s craving for skin contact needed an outlet, but Lu Ciheng had blocked all outlets. The feeling of being stuck halfway was so frustrating he wanted to slap Lu Ciheng.
Lu Ciheng’s gaze was dark as he watched Xie Shibai, swallowing hard. He curled his lips. “Xie-laoshi, you have to endure it well. This is also a form of punishment.”
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