Chapter 65: Are You Feeling Good Again?
Liang Yuhang looked down at him, noting the way he knelt with his back ramrod straight. “How should I punish you?”
He did indeed want to teach Mu Feng a lesson.
Relying on his own brilliance to mess around with experiments… it was lucky he had been found this time, but what about the next?
“I don’t know.”
Mu Feng watched his serious expression, feeling incredibly nervous. “Kneel for the whole night?”
“I don’t do corporal punishment.”
Liang Yuhang asked him, “How did the experiment end up like this?”
Mu Feng still hid the part about turning into a cat, only mentioning the first half. “I probably used five times the dosage all at once. I successfully went back for a few minutes, but that’s just my guess.”
Liang Yuhang’s hand, which was flicking his cigarette, paused.
Mu Feng added, “But I’m not sure. I have no memory of it, so I can’t verify it.”
“Five times the dosage for a few minutes.”
Liang Yuhang caught the keyword. “Mu Feng, if you dare to increase the dosage regardless of the consequences again, I will truly punish you. Stop the experiments for now. You are not allowed to use yourself as a test subject anymore.”
Mu Feng moved his lips but didn’t argue.
He was just thinking… then what else could he do for Liang Yuhang?
“Next time, I’ll be more careful,” Mu Feng insisted stubbornly.
“There won’t be a next time. Do you hear me?”
Liang Yuhang stubbed out his cigarette and looked down at the boy. The sense of pressure was heavy. “Answer me.”
“I hear you.”
Mu Feng’s voice was very soft, sounding a bit aggrieved. “But then I don’t know what else I can do. I’m always causing trouble for you.”
He looked so piteous, with a red nose and red eyes.
A five-year age gap meant that no matter how hard he tried to catch up, he still felt his pace was too slow. He wasn’t mature enough, wasn’t sensible enough, and wasn’t able to share the man’s burdens. Mu Feng felt dejected.
Liang Yuhang reached out and brushed back the hair from his forehead, which was damp with sweat. He soothed, “Do you want to come to the Sector with me?”
Mu Feng looked up at him, a hint of joy in his eyes. “You can take me there?”
“The military department had a meeting yesterday saying we should take students to provide post-war support and practical training. Lu Zhuo vetoed it at the time.”
Liang Yuhang smiled. “He was probably afraid Xiao Jiang would cause trouble there.”
He paused. “Your abilities aren’t just limited to that experiment. You can do everything well. What is there to be dejected about?”
“I’ll go! I definitely won’t hold you back!” Mu Feng declared.
Liang Yuhang had actually vetoed it at the time, too.
Who would want to take their newly engaged partner to a harsh war zone? He had even been teased by his military colleagues, who said Colonel Liang doted on his ‘wife’ quite a bit.
Looking at it now, helping Mu Feng build his confidence seemed more important.
“People are going to tease us. Be mentally prepared,” Liang Yuhang said.
Mu Feng gave a soft “oh,” his cheeks turning a bit red. He explained, “Don’t blame Xiao Jiang. He was spoiled by his family, so he’s blunt, but he’s very kind at heart. He only said those things because he was worried about me.”
Liang Yuhang thought of that “exploding dog” and sighed. “I won’t hold it against him. It’s everyone’s responsibility to care for the intellectually challenged.”
What a toxic tongue. If Jiang Yu’an heard that, he’d probably jump three feet in the air.
Mu Feng looked up at him. “Then am I staying here tonight?”
Liang Yuhang hummed in response. He reached out and pulled the boy up from the floor. “You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But let’s take your temperature again before you sleep.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” Mu Feng whispered. “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before.”
Liang Yuhang didn’t speak, simply looking down at him.
The boy always said such bold things with a completely innocent face—a form of guileless seduction.
Mu Feng felt a chill under his gaze. “I was just talking nonsense. We’ll sleep separately. I just remembered—the three rules.”
Liang Yuhang felt he was quite cute when he was like this, so he wanted to tease him. “The three rules were torn up. Do they still count?”
Mu Feng blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Liang Yuhang said slowly, “I’ve changed my mind. A punishment is necessary to help you remember this. Go inside and lie down.”
Mu Feng’s breathing quickened.
He lay on Liang Yuhang’s bed, unsure of what the man intended to do. In truth, no matter what it was, he was willing to accept it.
Liang Yuhang reached out and hooked his finger into the boy’s choker. It was a narrow black band; Mu Feng had started wearing it again after the engagement. Because it looked so natural on him, others assumed it was just a modern fashion choice.
“You really do like wearing this,” he whispered. “Wait here.”
Mu Feng didn’t move an inch.
He was actually lying in Liang Yuhang’s bed. The pillow beside him still held a trace of the man’s scent.
What was he going to do?
Soon, Liang Yuhang returned. In his hand was Mumu’s leash—a long, thin metal chain.
“Don’t move.”
Liang Yuhang looked down. He clipped one end to the narrow neck ring and secured the other to the bed rail.
The chain wasn’t very long, and his movement was restricted. Mu Feng’s breathing grew erratic at the gesture.
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a punishment; it felt more like a reward.
Liang Yuhang looked down at him from above. “If you don’t listen next time, I’ll lock you up just like this. Repeat what I just said.”
“Don’t increase the dosage for experiments on my own,” Mu Feng whispered. “Don’t approach you without permission.”
He was very obedient and remembered everything.
Liang Yuhang gave the chain a tug. He watched as it left a faint mark on the fair skin. The moonlight drifted through the window, landing on that beautiful face and those slightly parted lips.
“Are you feeling good again?”
Liang Yuhang’s voice was calm. “I said before that you have a thing for pain. It seems I was right.”
Mu Feng felt exposed, as if his deepest secret had been laid bare, but he couldn’t help himself. His entire focus was on Liang Yuhang.
He whispered, “Just a little.”
“It’s more than just a little, isn’t it?”
Liang Yuhang saw through him completely. “You seem to like it quite a bit.”
Mu Feng closed his eyes. He didn’t know why the man was so intent on investigating this today; it must be because he was still angry about the experiment.
He murmured his promise, “Next time… I won’t…”
Liang Yuhang hummed. He should have let go, but a Mu Feng like this truly stirred a wicked desire for destruction within him.
Even though his next susceptibility period hadn’t arrived yet.
“Want to sleep together?” Liang Yuhang asked. “Can you promise not to touch me?”
Mu Feng nodded. “I can. I absolutely won’t touch you. I haven’t been drinking today; I’m very sober.”
Liang Yuhang didn’t have the heart to unfasten the chain. He turned and lay down on the other side. “Fine. We’ll sleep like this.”
He took Mu Feng’s temperature with a thermometer and, once he confirmed he was fine, reached out to turn off the light.
The person beside him was very quiet. There was no fussing like before, only the sound of steady breathing.
Liang Yuhang thought to himself that if someone had told him a month ago that he’d be sharing a bed with someone else, he wouldn’t have believed it.
“Professor Liang,” Mu Feng called out in the darkness. “Will this stay tied until tomorrow morning?”
Liang Yuhang said, “Can’t handle it?”
“No, I was just asking.”
Mu Feng found it novel, but he was very happy. It gave him a sense of security, a feeling that he finally belonged somewhere. “Goodnight.”
Liang Yuhang couldn’t sleep because there was another person beside him, but Mu Feng soon fell into a deep slumber.
This time he was truly obedient and didn’t cling to him for a hug like before.
Liang Yuhang turned on his side and reached out to touch the boy’s choker. He intended to remove the chain.
However, Mu Feng reached out and pressed his hand down, murmuring in his sleep, “Don’t… stay tied… just like this…”
Liang Yuhang didn’t move. He looked down at the boy’s sleeping face in the moonlight. His skin was so pale, his waist so narrow. He was curled up in a very insecure sleeping posture—likely a habit from sleeping in the kennel as a child. He looked so piteous.
The emotion Liang Yuhang felt most often for Mu Feng was heartache, much like the pity he felt for Mumu.
His fingers pressed against the gland on the back of the boy’s neck, sliding back and forth.
“I’m starting to want to raise another cat.”
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