After being put through the wringer twice in one day, Yan Qingming felt like he was falling apart. Qi Xiaolin’s stamina was simply too much for him to handle.
Qi Xiaolin clung to him like an octopus, his body burning like a furnace. No matter how much Yan Qingming pushed, he could not break free. Qi Xiaolin’s arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, pinning him against his chest without leaving a single gap.
Qi Xiaolin’s voice was low and gravelly. “If you keep squirming, I will stop caring whether you can get out of bed tomorrow or not.”
Feeling the shift in Qi Xiaolin’s demeanor, Yan Qingming went stiff and immediately fell silent. “Get out.”
Qi Xiaolin gave a wicked laugh. “No.”
Qi Xiaolin sighed deeply, deliberately trying to provoke Yan Qingming with his idle gossip. “As I thought, an older man is just boring. We have only been at it a few times, and you are already unable to move before I am even satisfied. I really need to find someone closer to my own age who can handle the tossing. I think those few people gifted to me during my last business engagement are quite to my taste; they are obedient and submissive.”
Yan Qingming glanced at him sideways. Far from being riled up by these words, he pulled the blanket over himself and said, “You have a point. It would be better to find someone of your own age. Otherwise, someone too young just knows how to charge around blindly; their technique is poor, yet they are oblivious to it. I suffer for it, too. It would be better if, urgh!”
Before he could finish the sentence, the man who had been hugging him suddenly flipped over, pinning him beneath him. Qi Xiaolin gripped the back of Yan Qingming’s head with a large hand. Gone was his playful, casual demeanor, replaced by a dangerous and serious tone as he growled, “Better if what? Who the hell do you want to be with? Have you actually tried anyone with better technique than me? Hmm?”
The string of questions was enough to betray the anxiety and unease in his heart. No matter how long he had gone, Yan Qingming was always able to slip away. No matter how many expert trackers he sent, Yan Qingming knew how to evade them and shake them off without any effort. He had no idea where Yan Qingming had gone, what he had done, or who he had met during those two weeks.
Yan Qingming was far too conspicuous, and that face was too attention-grabbing. If he were exposed to the public eye, he might attract the attention of the Yan family’s old enemies. That was why Qi Xiaolin never dared to take Yan Qingming anywhere.
Yan Qingming raised his hand and gripped Qi Xiaolin’s wrist, aiming the ring on his index finger, which featured a small, sharp metallic protrusion, directly at Qi Xiaolin’s radial artery.
Yan Qingming said, “If I ever met someone who suited my tastes, I simply would not have come back.”
The cool, sharp tip sliced through a small patch of skin, staining the ring red with Qi Xiaolin’s blood.
As if he could not feel the slightest threat, Qi Xiaolin leaned down and whispered into Yan Qingming’s ear, his tone bordering on pathological paranoia. “Darling, you had better get rid of that thought. Do not even think about it ever again. Whether you are dead or alive, you belong to me, Qi Xiaolin, alone!”
“I cannot bring myself to kill you, but I do not think I will give you any more freedom. I will break your legs and chain you in this room. And as for that adulterer, I will make you watch as I tear him limb from limb.”
Yan Qingming looked at him coldly and whispered, “I hate you more and more.”
Hearing this, Qi Xiaolin curled his lips into a smile. He reached up to stroke the corner of Yan Qingming’s eye and said in a deep voice, “You had better not make me angry. I went to the prison last night and saw your foster father, Yan Feng. He told me some things about Qingyan. I am very angry. If you continue to provoke me, I do not know if I will end up taking this rage I feel toward the Yan family out on you.”