Chapter 73: That Day: “Cried Out So Pitifully.”
For a split second, Tang Xingye thought he had misheard. Otherwise, how could he hear “like” coming from Lin Mo’s mouth?
Perhaps accustomed to confessions, aside from the initial surprise, Tang Xingye expressionlessly accepted the kissing and biting, feeling a bit complicated inside.
Truly magical. Lin Mo likes him?
Being liked by someone was naturally a good thing. Tang Xingye also believed he had many merits and deserved to be loved. But the matter of the perverted stalker hadn’t been resolved yet, especially since Lin Mo was implicated.
Lin Mo had given him a lot of help. Was he going to repay kindness with ingratitude by dragging him into this mess?
Tang Xingye was kissed until he felt both comfortable and uncomfortable. The hand that was threatening evolved into hooking around the other’s neck, unconsciously fitting against the knotted, powerful muscles. His slender waist was tightly shackled, the kiss becoming intensified and overly deep.
Don’t reject me.
This silent plea seemed to transmit through their touching skin.
The other party’s noisy heartbeat transmitted through the closely pressed skin, shaking Tang Xingye until his face felt a bit hot. Slightly released, their lips pulled out a strand of ambiguous silver silk. The tongue, not yet retracted, steamed with wisps of white breath.
The tails of his eyes were wet and red. He raised his eyes to glare at Lin Mo. That look was less anger and more of a bewildered annoyance after being treated overly intimately—bluffing, but with zero deterrent force.
The other party’s face was cold, yet the tips of his ears were completely red.
Don’t reject me.
But… what if Lin Mo could solve it? Lin Mo was so keen and smart, and had a starting point much higher than his own; he should have a way to find his trouble. Tang Xingye fell into a tangle.
Don’t reject me.
Lin Mo seemed to share a telepathic connection, keenly perceiving that moment of wavering. He lowered his head, his forehead gently pressing against Tang Xingye’s.
He solemnly made a promise, saying, “I will help you.”
Saying this sentence seemed to grant him some kind of release too.
His gaze danced. Physical contact brought up a morbid pleasure, feeling the slight tremors caused by the other being overly sensitive. This reaction pleased him, as if some secret desire received a silent response.
From the day Tang Xingye actively spoke to him, he had paid attention to the other’s movements, seeing another boy, sunny and happy, greeting him. That Alpha looked too happy, his smile bright enough to be blinding.
Even when Lin Mo pretended to “accidentally meet” Tang Xingye again, the other didn’t recognize him.
True, he was such a boring person; how could he be remembered?
Until they reunited at the start of school. The other party always stole glances at him and would deliberately touch his things. But when he approached, Tang Xingye was like a cunning cat, dodging him inconspicuously.
Baby.
Wife.
These intimate endearments, chewed countless times in the bottom of his heart and soaked in twisted possessiveness, could only be sent out recklessly through the cold screen when playing the role of that stalker hidden in the dark.
When Lin Mo sent it for the first time, he was curious: would Tang Xingye cry?
Would that beautiful face turn pale, nose tip and eye rims turning red? Would those long eyelashes tremble, teardrops teetering, falling fragilely?
So pitiful.
Imagining that scene, a burning sensation coursed through his whole body. His gaze fell on the moist lips, imagining the sensation of holding that soft tongue.
Meeting Tang Xingye’s gaze, he calmed down a lot.
Tang Xingye turned away his face, which was full of crimson, his eyes holding a bit of confusion. It was impossible for Lin Mo not to know his relationship with Lu Zhi.
“I haven’t just kissed you,” he said, as if to break some illusion, his voice slightly hoarse after arousal, “I’ve kissed other Alphas too.”
Alphas had a crazy and paranoid possessiveness toward their partners in their bones, wishing to chain the person in their nest, filling that reproductive cavity with their own things, waiting day and night for the master’s return and favor.
Tang Xingye wasn’t guessing wildly. He had known many Alphas. Under the banner of “being friends first since dating didn’t work,” the vast majority of Alphas were extremely possessive as friends. After a brief, painful endurance, they couldn’t tolerate him continuing to talk to other Alphas.
Although Tang Xingye was bad, he wasn’t morally corrupt. Coming and going freely was everyone’s freedom.
Tang Xingye recalled some unpleasant memories. Simultaneously, the residual guilt made him feel stifled. “Maybe one day I’ll kiss someone else too. You’ll go crazy with anger.”
Speaking of kissing, Lin Mo’s palm suddenly tightened. More mint pheromones radiated out.
“Kiss who?”
Tang Xingye was stumped. “…None of your business.”
Tang Xingye didn’t look at Lin Mo. He was politely rejecting him. Lin Mo should feel happy; being rejected by him was a good thing.
“I didn’t mean for you to accept,” Tang Xingye continued, “I am very happy you came to help me as a friend…”
Lin Mo’s emotions were instantly scrambled by Tang Xingye’s few words. Blood rushed up now.
His pitch-black eyes fully reflected the person before him—a kitten that clearly scratched him with its tail to lure him closer, yet now didn’t want to pay attention to him, easily toying with his emotions.
The moonlight shone on Lin Mo’s face, outlining a cold silhouette. His voice betrayed no emotion. “Is Lu Zhi’s kissing technique terrible?”
Tang Xingye: “…”
He widened his eyes slightly at this abrupt question. Long lashes fluttered lightly. His glazed eyes were covered with a layer of water, appearing both innocent and seductive.
Why suddenly switch to this topic?
Lin Mo’s thumb pressed on Tang Xingye’s glistening lips, grinding neither lightly nor heavily. The sensation under his fingertip was incredibly soft. The slightly swollen lips revealed the brightness of a ripe fruit, as if sweet juice would spill out with a gentle pinch.
But his expression was faint, as if doing something matter-of-fact.
Lin Mo stared at Tang Xingye’s suddenly widened eyes and spoke slowly.
“That day, you kept crying out on the phone.”
Lin Mo’s voice was low and husky. His dark eyes stared at the slightly parted lips, as if peeking into the wetter, softer secrets inside.
“You sounded so pitiful.”
📖 Advance Access: Complete Novel
- Option 1: Note your email on PayPal/Ko-fi.
- Option 2: Email proof to beezzzreads@gmail.com.
- Option 3: Comment below.
Recommended Reads
![[Esports] I Started an Online Romance with a Big Shot After Retiring](https://beereads.space/wp-content/uploads/2025/12/esports.jpg)
