“Get lost!” Meng Lingyao was stunned for a second, but reacted quickly.
His waist was held tight, pressed firmly against Qi Zhongjing. The distance between them was far too close. Although they had shared a bed for many days and often woke up tangled together in the morning, Meng Lingyao had never once been held this tightly by Qi Zhongjing while fully conscious.
This was the first time, causing the young master of the Meng family to struggle instinctively. More importantly, he could feel the burning heat of Qi Zhongjing pressing against him, which made his face turn green—vividly green.
Dammit, how does he dare? How dare he!
“Don’t move, just let me hold you for a moment.” Qi Zhongjing’s voice was low and hoarse, as if he were straining to restrain himself.
The thread of his rationality was indeed swaying on the verge of snapping. Who could have known he would almost lose his composure? Looking at the nonchalant Meng Lingyao, whose gaze carried a hint of malicious amusement at the “show”—that gaze falling on him was full of ill intent.
He was enduring it so painfully, so uncomfortably.
Qi Zhongjing felt severely stimulated; his entire body felt as if an electric current were passing through it.
He wasn’t normal; Qi Zhongjing had always known that.
Was Meng Lingyao the type of person who would listen obediently? Of course not.
He loosened his grip on his phone, letting it fall naturally onto the carpet. He grabbed Qi Zhongjing’s waist. At this moment, he had no time to appreciate the tight muscles beneath the thin silk pajamas; he grabbed a handful of soft flesh at the waist and twisted it ruthlessly.
Want to hold me, do you? This young master is not playing along!
Meng Lingyao thought fiercely. Qi Zhongjing’s whole body jolted, trembling perhaps because of the pain.
Before Meng Lingyao could even bare his teeth in a cold sneer, he clearly felt that Qi Zhongjing got even more excited.
“…”
“!?”
He’s a pervert!
There’s a pervert here, someone take him away, take him away! (Voice cracking—)
Meng Meng was confused, Meng Meng was puzzled, Meng Meng was deeply shocked.
What breed of beast was this?
“Don’t move.” Qi Zhongjing felt the contours of Meng Lingyao’s silhouette. His nose was filled with the other’s faint fragrance. Their warm body temperatures transferred to each other, making his spirit extremely hyperactive.
The beast in his heart was roaring to consume, while his collapsing reason was struggling to maintain control.
Between this internal tug-of-war, any reaction from Meng Lingyao could make him swing across the short-circuited line of his sanity.
Meng Lingyao was never one to take advice. He turned a deaf ear to Qi Zhongjing’s words and did the exact opposite. He wasn’t supposed to move, so he moved anyway—especially since the other was holding him in a death grip.
Meng Lingyao’s hands tried to push the other away but were pressed against the wall. His legs kicked out only to be forced apart, and the open bathrobe allowed for skin-to-skin contact with Qi Zhongjing.
With Qi Zhongjing’s head buried in the crook of his neck, the man’s shoulder was right against his lips. Through a thin layer of pajamas, the restrained Meng Lingyao scowled and bit down hard, using immense force.
“Ungh…” Qi Zhongjing let out a muffled groan. It hurt, but he didn’t want to let go. In fact, he held on even tighter.
Qi Zhongjing was a top-tier pervert.
At this point, Meng Lingyao felt he might have bitten through the skin on the man’s shoulder, drawing blood. Yet the arms imprisoning him remained just as forceful. He could even feel the tension in Qi Zhongjing’s muscles, like a predator prepared and about to explode.
Meng Lingyao felt the danger; his danger radar was blaring alarms in his head.
He didn’t dare move again—after all, the pervert would only get more excited!
In fact… Meng Lingyao was starting to panic. If Qi Zhongjing really got serious, if this kind of perverted excitement completely went to his head, he wouldn’t be able to handle the disastrous consequences.
“Haa…”
“Haa…”
The sound of rapid breathing—he couldn’t tell if it was his own or the other’s.
Meng Lingyao felt as if he could hear a heartbeat like a drum.
Meng Lingyao didn’t know how much time had passed. He only felt that his legs had gone numb from standing. Maintaining one posture was exhausting. The other was stuck to him like glue, their body heat intermingling. His nose caught the scent of Qi Zhongjing’s body; he was completely enveloped by the atmosphere, as if he himself had been stained with the other’s scent.
The guy Qi Zhongjing slowly began to calm down. He could clearly feel the danger receding.
Under the influence of time, Qi Zhongjing’s hyperactive emotions gradually subsided, but he was greedy for the embrace.
He didn’t want to let go at all; he wanted to keep holding him like this forever.
While Qi Zhongjing was thinking, Meng Lingyao didn’t give him the chance. Sensing the change in Qi Zhongjing, Meng Lingyao pushed him away the moment his grip loosened.
Meng Lingyao couldn’t say a single word. He pursed his lips, his gaze extremely hostile. Being used as a human body pillow for so long made him very displeased.
Looking at Qi Zhongjing’s “dead” expression, Meng Lingyao’s stomach was full of suppressed rage. He felt that every place Qi Zhongjing had touched was incredibly uncomfortable.
“President Qi, since you’re done, please leave.” Meng Lingyao’s face turned cold as he pointed directly at the door, issuing an eviction notice.
Qi Zhongjing looked toward the door, then back at the fuming Meng Lingyao. Having just tasted that enchanting feeling, he really didn’t want to leave.
He wanted to stick close to his wife a little longer.
But he felt that Meng Lingyao might actually do something like chopping off his [x].
To go back or to stay? It was truly a difficult choice.
…
“Whirrr—Whirrr—” With a hairdryer in one hand and a comb in the other, Qi Zhongjing was drying Meng Lingyao’s soaking wet hair.
Meng Lingyao closed his eyes, feeling the warm air brush over his head, whisking away the moisture and leaving behind dryness. His hair was bit by bit dried.
“Done.” Qi Zhongjing turned off the hairdryer and combed Meng Lingyao’s medium-length hair smooth.
With his hair dry, Meng Lingyao felt sleepy. He lifted the quilt and lay down. Then, one side of the mattress depressed—it was obvious another person had climbed on.
He felt a hot breath draw near as an arm reached out to pull him by the waist.
“Goodnight.”
Yes, he and Qi Zhongjing were sharing a bed again, right in his own home. And unlike the “Chuo River-Han Border” (strict divide) at the Qi residence, Qi Zhongjing’s behavior was now even more bold.
And all of this was done with Meng Lingyao’s tacit consent.
Twenty minutes ago, Meng Lingyao had issued an eviction notice. But Qi Zhongjing’s thick-skinned, unmoving stance was challenging the threshold of Meng Lingyao’s emotional collapse.
“We are already married,” Qi Zhongjing had said tentatively, making a final effort. “We can sleep together…”
In Meng Lingyao’s ears, however, those words took on a different flavor.
What Qi Zhongjing said was: We are already married.
What Meng Lingyao heard was: Our transaction.
He had been cursing the man in his head, finding him eyesore no matter how he looked at him. But hearing that, his face froze. The anger in his heart was like a swollen balloon hitting a nail—it popped instantly.
Heh!
“I want… to stay.” Qi Zhongjing was clearly tall and upright, yet when he said this, he had a sort of hunched-over, sneaky “puppy” vibe.
Right, there was still a transaction between them. What right did he have to kick the man out?
Meng Lingyao felt as if his heart had been soaked in ice—it was chilling to the bone. He regained his full clarity.
The status between him and Qi Zhongjing was unequal.
Wasn’t this something Meng Lingyao had known for a long time?
“Oh, then stay.” Meng Lingyao’s eyes were cold and his heart colder. He gave a response that was exceptionally calm, not at all like the explosive, bristling hedgehog he had been moments ago.
“I’ll dry your hair for you.” His heart leaping with joy, Qi Zhongjing began looking for things to do to avoid the scene being too stiff, serving the other with extreme diligence.
This was the reason why Qi Zhongjing was still in Meng Lingyao’s room.
Lying in bed, Meng Lingyao was incredibly quiet. His breathing was steady; even when used as a body pillow, he was excessively calm.
The room fell silent, save for the shallow breathing of two people.
Qi Zhongjing knew he had gone too far tonight, which would make Meng Lingyao too resistant to him.
But the moments of private tenderness with Meng Lingyao were truly too enchanting, making him lose his reason.
He couldn’t help himself. He wanted to be with the other every second, even while clearly knowing Meng Lingyao’s repulsion. He just couldn’t hold it back.
…
The next morning, as the sky just began to pale, Meng Lingyao woke up very early because he had things on his mind. Looking out the window, the light was already faintly filtering in, bringing brightness to the room.
Beside him, Qi Zhongjing was indeed sleeping soundly. His sleeping face at this moment was exceptionally handsome—and eyesore.
Turning on a bedside lamp, Meng Lingyao struggled out of the other’s embrace. That face, which was far too hateful to Meng Lingyao, was undeniably striking. If Meng Lingyao were to evaluate objectively, Qi Zhongjing did indeed possess a handsome and dashing face.
Only, at this moment, looking at the other’s defenseless, sleeping form, only pure malice churned in his heart.
A shallow smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Meng Lingyao raised his leg and, from that position, delivered a vicious kick. He kicked Qi Zhongjing’s waist.
A man’s waist and a man’s kidneys are very important things.
Better if they’re broken, so you stop messing around every single day.
Qi Zhongjing was indeed in a deep sleep. When Meng Lingyao struggled out of his arms, he had a slight reaction, but the familiar scent of the other was too rich, giving his subconscious a sense of security.
So, completely defenseless in his sleep, his waist took a heavy hit. This jolted him awake from his dream only to find himself right on the edge of the bed, about to fall off.
He still had the dazed confusion of someone just waking up. He opened his eyes, squinting slightly at the light. “Yaoyao, what’s wrong?”
He mumbled, his eyes looking exceptionally innocent.
He felt like he had been kicked by Meng Lingyao. The pain in his waist told him it wasn’t an illusion.
Seeing Meng Lingyao’s wide-awake face wearing a cold sneer, he knew Meng Lingyao had indeed kicked him. The sky outside was still early, not yet fully bright.
“It’s still early, sleep a bit longer.”
“President Qi, I don’t want our ‘transaction’ to be discovered. You will fulfill this wish of mine, right?”
Meng Lingyao hooked his lips into a faint smile, but the smile didn’t move the muscles of his face; it was incredibly forced.
Facing Meng Lingyao’s smile, what could the still-dazed Qi Zhongjing say? He was even intoxicated by the beauty and instinctively nodded.
“Yeah, no problem.”
“Then please, President Qi, return to your own room.” Meng Lingyao pointed toward the door. “Now, please get out of bed, leave, and cooperate.”
“Oh.”
Qi Zhongjing got out of bed as if obeying an order, casting a lingering look back at Meng Lingyao, seemingly reluctant to leave the warm covers and his fragrant, soft wife.
“Go!”
Qi Zhongjing’s cooperation made Meng Lingyao slightly more satisfied. The door closed. He lay back down but couldn’t fall asleep no matter what, staring blankly at the ceiling.
AAAAAHHHH—
Meng Lingyao let out a silent “marmot” scream and couldn’t help pounding the bed.
Only after walking out the door did Qi Zhongjing react belatedly. He rubbed his groggy head. It wasn’t appropriate to go back now, so he went downstairs to the guest room where he should have stayed.
The cold bed, the cold atmosphere… Without a fragrant, soft wife to hold, Qi Zhongjing couldn’t sleep either. He was now completely awake.