Without waiting for Yun Zhixue to answer, Xu Chi impatiently leaned his head down, pressing against the side of Yun Zhixue’s face. His coarse hair brushed against Yun Zhixue’s skin. Almost instantly, his mouth felt like a large predator licking him, heavy and carrying an intense desire that Yun Zhixue could not comprehend. It even lingered at the seam of his lips.
He licked the sugar frosting and cream from the corners of Yun Zhixue’s lips into his own mouth, making soft, delicate sounds.
To Yun Zhixue, who felt the sensation right by his ear, the sounds were deafeningly loud. He did not know how things had turned into this; he only wanted to eat dessert, not be eaten by someone. His eyelashes trembled rapidly in panic, and he tried to close his mouth tightly, only to have it forced open.
Yun Zhixue could not help but let out a soft moan. The hands held by a pair of large ones struggled uncontrollably. He tried to push Xu Chi away, but his wrists were gripped firmly, leaving him unable to break free.
His eyes felt sore, and his eyelashes were stained with droplets of moisture, like a butterfly falling into a lake, ensnared by a fierce beast beneath the water and unable to escape.
As his tongue was entwined, he could not help but tilt his head back, exposing his fragile neck. The sunlight spilled onto his delicate Adam’s apple, but Xu Chi lifted his free hand to cup the back of his neck, his thumb pad rubbing over the bump.
The crown that had been sitting crookedly on his head fell onto the seat.
Yun Zhixue’s pupils flickered; a soft whimpering sound escaped his throat. The next second, his lingual frenulum was deeply licked.
A tear rolled from the corner of his eye, disappearing into his thick, long hair as it reached his temple. The kiss was so deep that Yun Zhixue began to suffer from a lack of oxygen. His gaze blurred, and he no longer had the strength to struggle, feeling as if the back of his throat was being licked.
Xu Chi was like a beast in the desert that had finally found a water source after a long journey, eager to scrape away every bit of sweetness. He possessed a near-urgent, predatory quality, like a long-repressed loss of control, pulling the little tongue into his own mouth and curling around it to continuously suck the sweet nectar.
Yun Zhixue was firmly held in his arms, his hands easily restrained by one of Xu Chi’s, his neck forcefully pinned by the other, leaving him no choice but to endure the excessively intense deep kiss.
His lips and tongue were repeatedly sucked, licked, and bitten. The unfamiliar sensation and intense aggression left Yun Zhixue completely dazed; his mind went blank, leaving only his own whimpers and faint struggles.
He could not even hear the constant stream of system notifications:
Qi Qian’s Aversion +5
Qi Qian’s Aversion +7
Qi Qian’s Aversion +10
Qi Qian had already obtained his coffee, which meant he had originally come to the cafe to wake himself up, and that goal was now accomplished.
The driver had even sent a message urging him to leave.
He should have left the moment he got his coffee instead of standing here like a total idiot, watching Xu Chi and Yun Zhixue being sweet and affectionate, with Xu Chi even cocooning Yun Zhixue in his arms. From where he stood, he could only see the rocking of Yun Zhixue’s little leather shoes.
“Didn’t you say you liked me? Didn’t you say you loved me to death? Is your love really this cheap, Yun Zhixue?”
Qi Qian stood by the aisle, his fingers gripping the coffee so tightly that he did not even notice the liquid spilling onto his hand and sleeve. Or perhaps he did notice, but at that moment, he did not care.
Yun Zhixue’s eyes could not help but roll upward slightly, his fingertips struggling as he tried to scratch Xu Chi’s wrist, but because he lacked strength, he did not even leave a mark.
Crystal-clear saliva trickled from the corner of Yun Zhixue’s unable-to-close mouth, only to be greedily and quickly licked away by Xu Chi.
Yun Zhixue finally found a glimmer of hope and whimpered: “Wu… no… stop, you cannot kiss anymore.”
With a faint, tearful accusation: “Wu… Xu Chi, how could you be like this? I have not even agreed to it yet.”
But this protest only made the perpetrator want to go even further.
Xu Chi’s movements paused slightly; this was not enough. However, Yun Zhixue’s cheeks were flushed with an unnatural crimson, the corners of his eyes were red, his lashes were clumped with moisture, and his lips were red, swollen, and wet, parted just enough to breathe. His moist, red tongue hung out slightly, and his fingertips were curled weakly.
So pitiful, truly. Poor baby.
He had not even used any real force. He had done nothing at all.
It was just a kiss.
Xu Chi’s heavy breathing hit Yun Zhixue’s chin. With a back broadened by rigorous professional training, he resembled a beast, locking the little one in his arms so tightly that not a breath could escape.
He pulled his face back slightly to take in the full view of Yun Zhixue’s pitiful appearance.
His eyes were filled with thick, heavy desire. But this pitiful sight, created by his own “bullying,” was something only he should see.
“It will be tomorrow,” Xu Chi said, his voice unusually hoarse. His thumb rubbed gently over the swollen lips, feeling their slight trembling. “Besides, Little Snow, I just wanted to taste how sweet your favorite strawberry tiramisu is.”
He lowered his head and could not resist pecking once more at the swollen lips, which shimmered as if coated in lip gloss.
“Indeed, so sweet.”
Yun Zhixue’s brain was deprived of oxygen; he could not react. With damp eyelashes, slightly parted lips, and his tongue tucked back, he stared blankly with misty eyes, repeating dizzily:
“Yes, the tiramisu is very sweet.” He even added, talking about what he liked.
“It is tasty. Delicious.”
Poor baby.
Xu Chi pecked him again. “Yes, very sweet, tasty, delicious.” Too bad he could not eat too much, or the baby might cry pitifully. That would just make him unable to stop himself.
Xu Chi faced his own heart: he was exactly this kind of scoundrel, but only toward his “baby.”
He rubbed the wrist he had been holding with one hand. Although he felt he had not used much force, he remembered that he had left marks just by pinching the baby’s cheek earlier.
He checked carefully; it was only a slight red mark, nothing serious.
Then, he inserted a straw into the milk tea and held it to the seam of Yun Zhixue’s lips, coaxing him softly: “Baby, drink some water to soothe your throat.”
Yun Zhixue listened obediently, opening his mouth and sipping from the straw. The sweet milk tea entered his mouth, and he took a few slow sips, which helped his reason return slightly. He did not even notice when Xu Chi had changed his pet name. He was just calling him “baby” now.
He drank the milk tea obediently, then glared at Xu Chi in a fit of pique. His eyes and lashes were wet, his cheeks flushed red. He had zero intimidation power. Then, he decided to ignore him while sulking.
Too much.
Seeing this, Xu Chi could not resist wanting to take another bite to see if the milk tea tasted just as sweet. At that moment, the phone in Xu Chi’s pocket rang. He did not want to answer it, but the caller was persistent. He irritably pulled out his phone: the caller was his brother-in-law.
He hurriedly answered. It was a call to ask for their location, saying he was coming to pick up the baby and take him home.
Hearing this, Xu Chi could not help but think that it was still early. He looked out the window at the sunset that had not yet faded, casting a thin orange shadow over the passing pedestrians and vehicles.
But the brother-in-law, if he wanted to marry the baby and get a marriage certificate, he had to win the brother-in-law over. Even if they were not close, he could not afford for him to dislike him.
Xu Chi provided the address against his better judgment. After the call ended, he scooped up a spoonful of blueberry tiramisu and fed it to Yun Zhixue.
Seeing Yun Zhixue eat it, he said reluctantly: “Baby, your brother is coming to pick you up. Remember to accept my WeChat friend request when you get home, and go to sleep early. I will come to pick you up for our date tomorrow.”
Yun Zhixue was still drinking his milk tea and sulking, but when dessert was fed to his lips, there was no reason not to eat it.
Yun Zhixue held the dessert in his mouth, his cheeks slightly puffed. Because he had been kissed for so long, he swallowed slowly and gave a soft “Umm” in response. His eyes were still lowered, wet with lingering moisture on his dark, thick lashes, his lips swollen, looking like a little someone who had been bullied fiercely but was too lazy to hold a grudge.
Xu Chi’s heart softened. He could not resist leaning in again to rub his cheek against the remaining flush on Yun Zhixue’s face. “Baby, I am sorry. Next time, I will definitely tell you beforehand. I will take you to eat delicious food and play fun games tomorrow, okay?”
Yun Zhixue felt uncomfortable from the prickly hair and struggled in Xu Chi’s arms like a tantrum-throwing child. “I hate you, you are poking me with your hair again.”
But after saying he hated him, he answered, looking like someone who did not hold grudges at all. “Fine. It must be something delicious and fun. If I am not satisfied, I will not agree to your requests.”
Xu Chi chuckled and pecked the baby again, this time on the cheek. “Of course.”
Only then did he focus on serving Yun Zhixue his meal.
The door chime rang as the door was pushed open, and someone in polished leather shoes stepped inside.
Yun Zhixiu entered the shop and began searching for Yun Zhixue. Because Yun Zhixue was sitting in a corner blocked by a potted plant, and because he was sitting on the inside, he was completely hidden by Xu Chi’s profile.
He did not spot Yun Zhixue at first glance; instead, he immediately saw Qi Qian standing by the aisle. He looked surprised, wondering why Qi Qian was there. Although he did not understand, he had no intention of prying into others’ privacy.
However, as friends, it was only polite to greet him if they met. Yun Zhixiu walked up, about to say hello, only to see that his usually calm and composed friend was ignoring the coffee dripping from his own sleeve, staring off into the distance, soul-lost.
Yun Zhixiu looked in the direction he was staring. His memory was quite good; the boy over there was that student who had been bullying Little Snow. Wait.
Who was Little Snow shopping with again? He did not say. And I did not ask. Little Snow had told me he was going shopping, and I should give him the freedom he deserves.
He looked again and took back his gaze. It should not be him. The clothes, shoes, and socks Little Snow is wearing today were chosen by me personally; I would not misrecognize him.
Yun Zhixiu called out to Qi Qian, pulling him back to reality, and reminded him that he had spilled his coffee.
Qi Qian looked at his friend, Yun Zhixue’s brother. He lowered his eyes, placed the coffee on the dining table, and meticulously wiped his hand and sleeve clean. “I am looking for Yun Zhixue.”
He paused when he said the name. “He is playing with my younger brother.” He pointed in a direction. “One of the ones inside.”
Yun Zhixiu asked a concerned question: Is he okay? Is he feeling unwell? Take care of yourself, balance work and rest. Then he smiled, thanked him, and looked in the direction Qi Qian pointed.
His smile froze. That student from yesterday. Qi Qian’s brother. And why had Little Snow changed his dress?
What happened?
Yun Zhixue had eaten half of the strawberry tiramisu and tasted the blueberry one; combined with the milk tea, he was full and slightly bloated. He was curled up in Xu Chi’s arms, feeling his stomach being rubbed by Xu Chi.
A broad palm was placed on his slightly protruding little belly, rubbing slowly with moderate pressure. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, his small face flushed. He had not drunk any alcohol, yet he felt slightly tipsy.
Xu Chi touched the little belly as it rose and fell with his breathing. I guess the baby is suffering from a sugar rush, he noted.
A tall figure appeared by the booth.
Yun Zhixiu watched his younger brother, his flushed little face, his eyes squinted, his dark hair messy, curled obediently in that scoundrel’s arms. The scoundrel’s hand was resting on Yun Zhixue’s stomach, taking advantage of him, his cheek pressed against Little Snow’s.
His face darkened. How dare a piece of coal touch my white, clean Little Snow with his dirty hands?
Does he have any shame?
He was just about to speak when his eyes fixed on something, Little Snow’s lips, which were swollen beyond recognition and shimmering with moisture from being ravaged.