Chapter 9: Slowly Get Used to It
“Didn’t you say you didn’t like small animals, that they were squeamish and troublesome? Why are you raising a cat now?”
Fu Xingjian finally deigned to move his eyes from the screen. He looked at him unhurriedly. “People’s thoughts change with time. Just because I didn’t like something before doesn’t mean I won’t like it in the future.”
Lin Shiyu had no interest in discussing likes and dislikes with him. He finished the coffee in his hand, put down the cup, and stood up. “You stay busy. I’m leaving first. Call if anything comes up.”
The office door opened and closed before his eyes. Fu Xingjian didn’t blink once; his gaze remained fixed on the high-definition computer screen.
The young man in the footage seemed too bored lying down. He got out of bed, walked around twice, scratched his hair irritably, and finally picked up a crayon and started scribbling on the wall.
This was a request he had made two days ago because he was too bored.
Of the four walls, only this last white one remained; the rest were all covered in drawings. Among them were quite a few curses, enough to show the young man’s disgust for them.
After watching for a good while longer, Fu Xingjian reluctantly turned off the computer, the tail of his eye hooking up in a pleasurable arc.
Today, it was his turn.
Wen Yuhuai scribbled with the crayons for a while before the pent-up frustration in his heart eased slightly. This was a request he made the day before yesterday while that madman was there. He had agreed quite readily, and brought them over with breakfast the next day.
However, two or three days had passed since then, and the man hadn’t come. He wondered if he had been scared off by the beating last time.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a little complacent. He knew building a body full of muscles would be useful.
Actually, he wasn’t interested in working out at all. But his peers all had broad shoulders, narrow waists, and beautiful muscles. He was really envious looking at them, so he steeled his heart and built them in the gym. Since then, he had developed a habit of daily exercise; after all, muscles weren’t welded to the body, they needed exercise to be maintained.
Wait—
Wen Yuhuai suddenly remembered he had been locked in this hellhole for so many days. Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating every day, never doing any exercise. Were his muscles still there?
He immediately lifted his bathrobe to take a look. With just one glance, he fell into despair.
His six beautiful abs were reduced to a faint outline. They were about to merge into one.
Wen Yuhuai lay back on the bed, heart like dead ashes. He counted on his fingers; he had been locked here for at least ten days. Why hadn’t anyone come to rescue him yet? was he really going to be trapped here by this madman forever?
Snap. The lights in the room instantly went out again. Wen Yuhuai’s heart gave a fierce thump.
The sudden extinguishing of the lights meant only one possibility: that pervert was here again.
Sure enough, with a soft click, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from outside the door again.
Wen Yuhuai’s nerves immediately tightened. Even though he couldn’t see anything, he stared dead at the direction of the door.
The footsteps got closer and closer, so close he could feel the heat radiating from the man’s body, and feel a gaze of extreme focus landing on him, examining him wantonly.
Wen Yuhuai remembered his atrocious behavior from two days ago. Unable to hold back, he picked up the pillow behind him and smashed it hard at him. “Go to hell.”
The man was amused by him. He caught the pillow steadily and laughed quietly. “Baby, a pillow can’t kill anyone.”
Wen Yuhuai knew that, of course. He huffed coldly and retreated.
The man tossed the pillow casually onto the bed and pressed close, forcefully pulling him into his arms, resting his chin on his shoulder.
Naturally, Wen Yuhuai struggled. Before he could struggle twice, the man slapped him as punishment, his voice rough. “Be honest. If you move around again, I won’t be polite.”
“You—”
Wen Yuhuai naturally felt it. Furious, he raised his hand to slap his face, but his wrist was caught.
“Baby, be good. You can hit anywhere else, but not the face. I still have to go out and see people.”
The more he said this, the more fired up Wen Yuhuai got. What the hell? Wants to go out and see people? He was determined to scratch his face up.
Ideals were plump, reality was skinny. He misjudged the position. Before he could touch the man, his hand was caught again.
“Be good. If you fuss again, I won’t be polite.”
With both hands restrained, Wen Yuhuai didn’t say a word. Gritting his teeth, he slammed his elbow hard into the man. The man grunted in pain instinctively. Wen Yuhuai’s mood improved slightly. “Deserved it.”
The man maintained that doting and indulgent tone, lowering his head to kiss his ear. “Baby is right. I deserved it. I deserve to be beaten by Baby.”
Wen Yuhuai shivered all over from the sticky, cloying tone. Frowning, he pushed him away, his voice cold enough to chip ice. “Let go of me.”
The man didn’t let go. The hand on his waist tightened aggressively, taking a mile after being given an inch. His tone sounded somewhat troubled. “After so many times, why does Baby always want to flee? You should learn to get used to it.”
Get used to what? Used to doing… this and that with another man?
Wen Yuhuai was a normal man, a man as straight as straight could be. Just thinking about it made him so nauseous he couldn’t eat.
“Dream your fucking daydreams… mph…”
The man didn’t want to hear him curse, so he simply lowered his head and sealed his lips again, his hand pinching his waist once more.
Wen Yuhuai was ticklish. He opened his mouth uncontrollably to say something, but he didn’t expect the man to seize the opportunity to invade, kissing him fiercely and heavily, as if to swallow him whole.
Taking advantage of his distraction, the man yanked off the loose tie, bound his hands together, and raised them above his head. Then, with a soft click, the belt buckle at his waist snapped open, was pulled out, and tossed unhurriedly onto the floor.
“If you still can’t get used to it, it must be because we haven’t been in contact enough. Do it a few more times, and Baby will slowly get used to it.”
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