Chapter 9: You’re Just Right to Satisfy Me in His Place
“Baby… the baby is back…”
Shen Yuan murmured in a trembling voice, his entire body tense. His heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.
He clutched the thin blanket—the only thing that gave him a shred of security—with a death grip. His mind was a chaotic mess of ringing sounds.
In the deathly silent hospital room, a sentence echoed repeatedly:
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, baby. I’m so stupid, so useless. I couldn’t protect you, waah…”
He sat helplessly in the dark night, his mental state slipping. All his senses seemed to have failed him.
Even though there was nothing by the window, he stared at it fixedly, his pupils dilated. Hallucinations rang in his ears as if a real infant were crying right in front of him.
“Baby… Papa doesn’t want us anymore, waah. Are you a ghost baby now…”
Shen Yuan’s small face turned beet red from holding back his cries. He squeezed his eyes shut, and large tears rolled down.
Even though his heart hurt so much and he was crying hysterically, his mouth continued to whisper softly:
“They say on TV that when people die, they go to the underworld to be reincarnated so they can become human again… Ba-baby, go and be reincarnated quickly. Don’t come looking for me anymore. Go into the tummy of someone powerful, and find a Papa and Mama who love you very much…”
Just as he finished speaking, a chilly breeze blew in from the window. Shen Yuan’s body jolted, and a cold sensation rose from the soles of his feet, instantly spreading throughout his body.
He hugged his pillow tightly in fear, his large eyes staring at the window in innocent terror. His lips trembled:
“Do-don’t come… Baby… you won’t blame me, right? You’re a good child…”
Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky outside, followed by a thunderous boom and torrential rain.
The youth was startled by the sudden clap of thunder. With a scream of “Ah!”, he immediately buried his head in the pillow, kneeling on the bed and shaking violently.
The fierce wind lashed the rain against the glass window while lightning and thunder followed one after another.
He was terrified—terrified of thunder, terrified of the dark, and even more terrified of sleeping alone in an empty hospital room.
“Xiansheng… Yuanyuan is so scared…”
In his heart, Shen Yuan kept calling for Mister Yu, calling the man’s name, longing for him to appear and hold him.
But he didn’t. It was all his delusion.
His Mister Yu might be holding someone else in his arms right now. He was no longer like he used to be—the man who would tell him bedtime stories on rainy nights and hold him tightly…
From now on, that would never happen again.
Terror turned into sorrow. Shen Yuan sobbed intermittently, and soon a patch of his clean pillow was soaked.
Exhausted from crying, he finally fell into a muddled sleep. But his body remained curled up, his hands tightly gripping a pillow much larger than his head, pressing it against his chest.
He simply had no sense of security.
The sound of weak breathing gradually rose from the bed. Even in his sleep, the little fool continued to murmur through his sobs:
“I’m a little idiot… a big dummy… don’t be my baby… you’ll be laughed at…”
The glass window that had been vibrating was suddenly closed by a hand, and the curtains dropped down obediently.
Black shoes stepped lightly over the water stains on the floor, creating ripples. A tall, slender figure approached the bedside.
He slowed his movements and sat on the bed, looking down fixedly at the sleeping youth, his lust surging.
The youth’s brows were tightly knitted as if trapped in a nightmare. Fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, making his small face look even more deathly pale.
But this sickly state couldn’t hide his snow-white, tender skin. Like a freshly peeled egg, it emitted an enticing fragrance that made one want to take a bite.
Yu Xiuqing narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on the boy’s pink lips. A sinister smile curled the corners of his mouth.
He reached out a large, powerful hand to caress the youth’s exquisite cheek, feeling the softness and delicacy transmitted through his fingertips as if he were touching a favorite toy.
His movements were gentle, yet they exuded an aura of danger. The coldness of his fingertips made Shen Yuan frown and let out a soft moan: “Baby, don’t be naughty…”
The youth turned over slightly, murmuring with his mouth pouting, hugging the pillow as he shrank toward the inner side of the bed.
“If you like babies so much, then let’s have another one?”
The man’s deep voice carried a hint of husky sexiness, sounding exceptionally clear in the empty room.
He tilted his neck and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a bronze-colored chest that was sturdy and well-muscled.
Yu Xiuqing tossed aside the thin blanket covering the youth and leaned down to pin him, his large hand forcing the small face toward him before he ruthlessly kissed his lips.
His tongue pried open the boy’s clenched teeth and surged into his mouth, plundering wildly. This kind of kiss, laced with intense possessiveness, made Shen Yuan feel very uncomfortable.
He let out a muffled groan and slowly opened his hazy eyes. What came into view was a magnified, handsome face.
He was stunned for a moment. It was actually Mister Yu…!
A burning, fiery emotion blazed in the man’s eyes, looking as if he couldn’t wait to devour the boy whole.
“Mmph… ugh…”
Shen Yuan’s eyes widened in terror. He struggled with all his might, but the man only sucked his mouth more intensely, his strength enough to crush him into his embrace.
Yu Xiuqing’s kiss was suffocating; so was his love.
“Let go…”
This forceful plunder left Shen Yuan nearly unable to breathe. His cheeks turned beet red as he desperately pushed against the man’s shoulders.
The man was oblivious, instead intensifying his kissing technique until the boy was dizzy and dazed.
In his fear, Shen Yuan bit the other’s tongue. The man groaned in pain and let go.
Shen Yuan gasped for air, his face looking terrible. He looked up, only to see the other man’s sinister gaze fixed on him, as if wanting to swallow him alive.
“Do you want to die?” Yu Xiuqing spat out the words, glaring at him with eyes full of freezing coldness.
Shen Yuan was terrified. Unable to speak, he could only shake his head hurriedly, his eyes full of innocence and grievance.
Looking at the blood on Xiansheng’s lip, he felt a sudden surge of regret and self-blame. He really didn’t mean to! It was because Xiansheng hurt him that he accidentally bit him…
Before he could explain, Yu Xiuqing slapped him. The crisp sound echoed as the strike landed on his small face.
Finger marks immediately appeared on the youth’s face. The burning pain caused tears to overflow, and his voice trembled violently: “Xiansheng…”
Yu Xiuqing gripped the back of his head with one hand, tugging his hair tight. Intense longing and madness flickered in his eyes.
His rough thumb rubbed against the youth’s swollen, delicate lips. His voice was husky, carrying a natural, composed malice:
“Xiaoyao’s body is precious; I can’t bear to touch him. If it weren’t for the fact that you look a bit like him and are just right to satisfy my needs in his place, I would have killed you long ago!”
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