Chapter 223: Mutation (21)
Bai Yinnian’s nostrils were filled entirely with Xiao Ji’s scent.
The soft, warm touch had lingered on his lips for far too short a time; before he could even react, it was already over.
Bai Yinnian’s mind was a fog. Looking at Xiao Ji, who was so close he could feel his breath, he didn’t even think—he simply pressed the other man back down.
The sensation was much the same as what he had seen in his dreams, yet it felt infinitely more real.
There seemed to be an innate beastliness in a man’s bones.
He knew instinctively what to do at a time like this, finding his way without ever needing to be taught.
He remembered how he had jolted awake from those dreams, one hand propping himself up beside Xiao Ji, the other gripping Xiao Ji’s chin.
As Xiao Ji parted his lips, he seized the opportunity to invade, storming the gates and sweeping away all resistance.
After all, Xiao Ji was the one who had taken the initiative.
After all, it was Xiao Ji who had teased him first.
Bai Yinnian hadn’t been intimate with anyone in all the years past. Even though Xiao Ji’s demeanor now was calm—neither resisting nor responding, simply lying there in docile surrender, allowing Bai Yinnian to do as he pleased—
Bai Yinnian still found the sensation more intoxicating than the strongest spirits.
Xiao Ji didn’t respond with his mouth, but his hands did.
Upon realizing Xiao Ji’s actions, Bai Yinnian went rigid. He found a spare moment, breathless, to say to Xiao Ji:
“What’s gotten into you? Can’t you be a little more reserved? This is our first time…”
Who would have thought, before the words even fell, Xiao Ji rolled over again, pinning Bai Yinnian beneath him.
Bai Yinnian felt he should have resisted.
But it was possible he had been bewitched, or perhaps his resistance just hadn’t been forceful enough.
By the time he came to his senses, the situation had already reversed.
And the first words that slipped from Bai Yinnian’s lips were:
“Your leg…”
Xiao Ji looked down at him from above, hooking one of Bai Yinnian’s long, sturdy legs over his own shoulder, and said indifferently:
“It won’t hinder things.”
Bai Yinnian refused: “No, we haven’t discussed this problem.”
Xiao Ji didn’t particularly want to discuss this problem with him.
Because for Xiao Ji, no matter how one discussed it, the result would remain the same.
That would be a waste of time and breath.
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Bai Yinnian’s mouth:
“Be good. Don’t waste time on useless discussions.”
Rather than letting Bai Yinnian dwell on how to struggle, it was better to give him the most intuitive experience and let him shut up on his own.
On this, Xiao Ji possessed absolute experience.
Whether it was those long, beautiful hands or anything else, he knew exactly how to handle Bai Yinnian.
The night was long, and the moonlight was seductive.
Bai Yinnian, mindful of Xiao Ji’s leg, didn’t dare to truly roughhouse. After a period of entanglement and pulling, he ultimately gave up the resistance.
The only thing he hadn’t expected was that while Xiao Ji looked clean, neat, and gentle—and had limited mobility—he was so incredibly adept at handling such matters.
The transition Bai Yinnian made, from his initial awkwardness to later cooperation, and then to taking the initiative, was something even he himself hadn’t anticipated.
And the perfectly timed pain also made Bai Yinnian deeply aware that all of this was truly real.
As a high-level pollutant, his rate of wound healing and cellular regeneration far exceeded that of a normal person.
Afterward, Bai Yinnian did feel a brief moment of soreness and discomfort, but he only lay still for a while before the discomfort vanished.
After all, no matter how “inhuman” Xiao Ji was, it couldn’t compare to the battles he had endured as punishment.
The two rested on the bed for a moment. Xiao Ji was just about to get out of bed to fetch hot water and wash a towel when Bai Yinnian stopped him.
Then, caught off guard, he was scooped up and carried horizontally into the bathroom by Bai Yinnian.
The bathroom light was blindingly bright.
It was the first time Bai Yinnian had seen Xiao Ji’s legs so clearly.
Hot water washed over them both, and Bai Yinnian remembered what Xiao Ji had asked him when they first got back:
“Does it look good?”
But at that time, Bai Yinnian had been too shocked to give Xiao Ji a clear answer.
Looking closely now, Xiao Ji’s thighs were beautiful—fair and sturdy, long and straight, with muscle lines that showed no signs of atrophy, and were exceptionally fluid.
The two lower legs were different, but the metallic sheen of the other one reminded him of science fiction movies he had watched long ago.
There wasn’t a hint of ugliness; rather, it possessed a kind of alternative beauty.
He slowly knelt in front of Xiao Ji, one knee on the floor.
One hand bracing against the slick tile wall, the other pressing onto Xiao Ji’s thigh, he bowed his head and kissed the spot where the metal prosthetic connected to the skin of his thigh.
After a long while, he looked up at Xiao Ji and said:
“It looks good. Very cool.”
Xiao Ji didn’t care much about such superficial things.
He cared more about the posture Bai Yinnian was displaying toward him at this moment.
Since he was already kneeling.
He might as well not kneel for nothing.
Thus, Xiao Ji’s hand stroked the back of Bai Yinnian’s head, and the water in the bathroom was left running for a long time.
By the time they were done and finished, it was past midnight, and the sky had begun to pale with the approach of dawn.
Bai Yinnian’s body was exhausted, but his spirit remained highly stimulated.
He first let Xiao Ji get into bed, then personally removed Xiao Ji’s prosthetic leg, found a tutorial online, cleaned and maintained it, and placed it on the nightstand, staring at it for a long time.
Xiao Ji was a bit speechless: “What’s there to look at?”
Bai Yinnian said: “You don’t understand, it’s been with you for so long. I will definitely treat it well.”
Friends who often wear prosthetics know that after wearing them for a long time, the point of contact with the skin can become painful.
Bai Yinnian understood this principle and felt that for Xiao Ji to have been holding back and trying not to let him see his “unseemly” side all these days, he must not have slept well.
He didn’t make a point of looking at Xiao Ji’s leg, but after lying back down, he kept reaching out to touch it.
Then, with a heart full of pity, he kissed Xiao Ji’s forehead and said to him:
“Do whatever is comfortable when you’re at home, don’t force yourself to walk. Sitting in a wheelchair is so good—saves time, saves effort, and it won’t hurt.”
Xiao Ji didn’t argue with him either, only whispering a soft ‘okay.’
Xiao Ji hadn’t originally cared much about these things, and he didn’t keep track of troubles in his heart.
With the person now in his arms, his wish fulfilled, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He left Bai Yinnian behind, holding Xiao Ji in his arms, his mind filled with a mess of random, aimless thoughts.
For a moment, he felt Xiao Ji was very pitiful—so young, yet incomplete, and still forced to keep up a look of perpetual calm.
For another, he thought about Xiao Ji’s past. He had been to the place Xiao Ji lived before—cramped, dim, and dilapidated.
He didn’t know what kind of life Xiao Ji had led before he met him. He must have been mocked countless times; those people really deserved to die.
For another, he felt that fate was truly marvelous, and love was really quite unreasonable.
They hadn’t known each other long, yet he had specifically taken Xiao Ji into his heart.
Now that he was in his arms, he felt an unprecedented sense of stability and happiness.
He listened to Xiao Ji’s rhythmic breathing, occasionally peeking down to sneak a kiss on Xiao Ji’s hairline.
Until the sun rose in the east and sunlight spilled through the curtains into the room, Bai Yinnian finally fell into a deep slumber.
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