Chapter 7: Xiaozhou
Chi Qui Lin instinctively tried to push Liu Ming Zhou away, but his arms were too weak. His hand resting on Liu Ming Zhou’s chest, instead of resisting, seemed to add a hint of allure.
Liu Ming Zhou also seemed uneasy; his rapid breathing and racing heart couldn’t entirely mask his slight but undeniable tremor. He wrapped his arms around Chi Qui Lin’s neck, stepping into the bathtub, pressing his full weight onto Chi Qui Lin, parting his lips slightly before kissing Chi Qui Lin’s neck.
“Brother,” sensing Chi Qui Lin’s instinctive avoidance, Liu Ming Zhou finally lifted his head, softly calling, “Brother, take Xiaozhou home, okay?”
Bastard! Looking into Liu Ming Zhou’s wet eyes, Chi Qui Lin cursed inwardly. He now understood: Liu Ming Zhou seemed to like Jing Qiu Chi, the older brother. His earlier efforts to probe whether he was Chi Qui Lin were simply driven by fear that someone else had taken over his precious brother’s body.
Ironically, Chi Qui Lin had indeed taken over Jing Qiu Chi’s body. He couldn’t help but imagine what Liu Ming Zhou would do if he knew: kill him again, or send him to some secret laboratory for research? Either way, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
Chi Qui Lin dared not dwell on it. He finally understood the importance of concealing his identity. Fortunately, he only needed to deceive Liu Ming Zhou until his body recovered. Once he regained mobility, he would disappear, making it impossible for Liu Ming Zhou to find him.
Liu Ming Zhou didn’t know what Chi Qui Lin was thinking, still pouring his heart out to Jing Qiu Chi’s body, “Brother, Xiaozhou wants to go home with you.”
Glancing at Liu Ming Zhou’s still-bleeding wound and the water faintly tinged with blood in the tub, Chi Qui Lin twitched his mouth, finally suppressing his turmoil, calmly replying, “Okay, take Xiaozhou home. But Xiaozhou, can—”
Can we get out of the bathtub first?
Unfortunately, before he could finish, Liu Ming Zhou, the bastard, kissed Chi Qui Lin’s neck again. This time, it was more forceful, with intense possessiveness and deep affection, almost biting, yet restrained enough not to hurt Chi Qui Lin.
Chi Qui Lin felt an unprecedented pressure, stiffening his body, unable to resist Liu Ming Zhou’s strong advances.
“Mm, ah—” Liu Ming Zhou’s kisses moved from his neck to his collarbone, then to his chest. Chi Qui Lin could no longer endure the stimulation. His murmurs of complaint changed tone, laced with a hint of reluctant acceptance.
This tone seemed to embolden Liu Ming Zhou. Sensing Liu Ming Zhou’s obvious physical changes, Chi Qui Lin panicked, “Liu Ming Zhou, you—”
A warm hand slid to Chi Qui Lin’s waist, holding him tightly. Liu Ming Zhou lifted his head, once again entangling Chi Qui Lin’s lips, deepening the kiss. Chi Qui Lin, unable to resist, tried to bite Liu Ming Zhou’s tongue with his sharp teeth, but before he could act, the soft lips parted again.
“Brother, I want you,” Liu Ming Zhou breathed, his gaze filled with urgent and restrained longing. His voice was husky, seductive, “I want you so much.”
Chi Qui Lin was speechless, meeting Liu Ming Zhou’s dark, bright eyes.
Liu Ming Zhou asked earnestly, “Give yourself to me, okay?” It was a question, but it sounded like a statement.
Sure enough, before Chi Qui Lin could respond, Liu Ming Zhou rose, ignoring his wet clothes, picked up Chi Qui Lin, and carried him toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of water on the floor.
【Author’s Note: Sorry, I had too much fun today, and time was short. The car is at the highway entrance. I’m on the highway every day. Um, sorry, sorry～】
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Chapter 8: Xiaozhou (2)
Chi Qui Lin huddled in Liu Ming Zhou’s arms, fuming. “Liu Ming Zhou—”
“I’m here,” Liu Ming Zhou answered in a hoarse voice, entering the bedroom and closing the door.
Chi Qui Lin realized he’d shot himself in the foot. Feeling the softness of the bed and Liu Ming Zhou’s weight pressing down on him, he instinctively held his breath.
Liu Ming Zhou’s warm lips kissed his forehead, softly calling, “Brother, brother.”
Hearing Liu Ming Zhou unbuckling his belt, Chi Qui Lin finally understood the gravity of the situation. He nervously raised his weak arm, helplessly looking at the close-by scoundrel. He couldn’t use force; he had to use his wits.
“Xiaozhou,” Chi Qui Lin took a deep breath, attempting to negotiate, “Brother’s tired tonight. Let’s just sleep, okay?”
A warm hand landed on Chi Qui Lin’s chest, the heat slowly moving down to his waist. Feeling Chi Qui Lin’s slight tremor, Liu Ming Zhou softly said, “It’s okay, brother. Don’t move, I’ll move.”
…What kind of suggestive words were those! Chi Qui Lin angrily retorted, “Liu Ming Zhou, have some shame! Look at what you’re doing!”
“Doing you,” Liu Ming Zhou unbuckled his belt and started unbuttoning his shirt, continuing his suggestive words, “I want my brother. You’re my brother, right?”
Chi Qui Lin coldly stated, “I’m not.”
Liu Ming Zhou immediately covered his lips, his voice husky as their lips met, “No, you are. You call me Xiaozhou.”
Chi Qui Lin was about to retort, but was surprised to find his body reacting in a way he couldn’t explain. After all, they were both men; things could easily get out of hand. But the thought that it was his rival, the indirect cause of his death, set his insides on fire. If he had the strength, he would have killed himself by banging his head against the wall.
No, if he had the strength, he should beat Liu Ming Zhou to a pulp.
Lost in thought, Liu Ming Zhou’s body pressed down again, his head resting on Chi Qui Lin’s chest, listening to his slightly faster heartbeat.
Chi Qui Lin instinctively called out, “Liu Ming Zhou?”
The person in front of him remained silent, resting quietly on Chi Qui Lin’s chest.
Chi Qui Lin cursed inwardly; Liu Ming Zhou looked so thin, yet he was so heavy. He looked up at Liu Ming Zhou, noticing the blood still slowly seeping from his wounds.
Chi Qui Lin’s heart softened again. He knew he shouldn’t feel sympathy for his rival and murderer, but he couldn’t control himself.
After a brief hesitation, Chi Qui Lin laboriously raised his arm and lightly touched Liu Ming Zhou’s wound. “Xiaozhou, does it hurt?”
Liu Ming Zhou seemed to remember his wounds. “It hurts, brother. Hug me, and it won’t hurt anymore.”
Chi Qui Lin retorted, “If it hurts, go bandage it. Hugging you won’t help.”
“It will, brother,” Liu Ming Zhou’s wet eyes earnestly looked at Chi Qui Lin. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, making him look pitiful. “I’ll go bandage it after a hug, okay?”
“…” Chi Qui Lin resigned himself to fate, lifting his heavy arm to lightly wrap around Liu Ming Zhou’s neck. “Alright, go bandage your wound.”
Before he could finish, Liu Ming Zhou kissed him again, his soft lips parting quickly, his hot breath on Chi Qui Lin’s neck. “Brother, you’re the best.”
Chi Qui Lin rolled his eyes where Liu Ming Zhou couldn’t see.
Liu Ming Zhou, oblivious, opened the bedside cabinet and took out the first-aid kit.
【Author’s Note: Oh, what do you want to see? Check the comments section!】