Taisui Village?
In 2005, that was where his mother had gotten into trouble. This time, Shen Duo and his mother had most likely gone to Taisui Village as well.
Jiang Ye looked at Liu Bei’s bluish-purple finger pressed against the saucer and said slowly, “All right.”
Liu Bei’s hideous face returned to calm. Her body dissipated like steam, melting into the cold night wind.
So her return had not carried malice. She had been asking Jiang Ye for help.
Taisui Village. What kind of place was it, exactly?
Jiang Ye suspected that the mountains he had seen a few days ago after being injected with ayahuasca were where Taisui Village was located.
Just then, a call suddenly came in. Jiang Ye took out his phone and saw that it was Li Miaomiao.
He swiped to answer, and only then discovered that Jin Feize had sent him a ton of messages.
Candy-Loving Witch: [Where are you?]
Candy-Loving Witch: [Why aren’t you home yet?]
Candy-Loving Witch: [What about the kiss you promised?]
Jiang Ye directly ignored Jin Feize’s messages and answered the call.
“What is it?”
“Brother, I had a fight with my roommate. I don’t want to go back and sleep there. I’m so annoyed. That dumbass roommate of mine snores every day. I’m still sleeping at your place this weekend.”
“No,” Jiang Ye refused.
“Oh, come on, I’m already here.”
Jiang Ye froze and asked, “Where are you?”
“I’m already at your place. Senior Jin is back too.”
Jiang Ye heard Li Miaomiao greeting Jin Feize and even inviting him over for tea.
This was bad. He remembered the poster he had pasted on the door.
“Li Miaomiao, don’t go inside!”
Jin Feize’s voice came through the receiver. He was talking to Li Miaomiao.
“Student Jiang Ye seems not to like me. He hasn’t replied to a single message I sent him today, so I won’t go in.”
“No, no, no. If Senior hadn’t helped us last time, the two of us would’ve been done for. Senior, I’ll make tea for you. I’m really good at making tea.”
Li Miaomiao did not know how to make tea at all. Even a dog would shake its head after drinking tea she brewed.
Jiang Ye kept repeating for her not to go inside. Li Miaomiao seemed not to have the phone by her ear. She was too busy chatting and laughing with Jin Feize, turning a deaf ear to Jiang Ye’s words.
He heard the sound of the door opening, then the jumbled footsteps and voices of Li Miaomiao and Jin Feize.
Immediately afterward, both their voices stopped abruptly.
Silence spread from the other end of the call all the way to Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye’s heart went cold.
“Brother, why did you put Senior’s poster on your door?” Li Miaomiao asked.
He had no way to explain. He could only stay silent.
The bedroom door was open. Li Miaomiao had sharp eyes and spotted the long, raised shape under the blanket on Jiang Ye’s bed at a glance.
“Brother, there seems to be someone in your bedroom.”
“Don’t go in!” Jiang Ye emphasized again.
“I’m not scared. I’m scared of ghosts, but not people!”
Li Miaomiao misunderstood. She thought the person inside was a burglar who had broken in, and that Jiang Ye was stopping her from going in because he was worried about her safety.
She grabbed a broom and charged straight into Jiang Ye’s bedroom, aggressive and imposing. She yanked back the blanket, and the life-size body pillow on the bed appeared before her and Jin Feize.
Li Miaomiao stood frozen on the spot, speechless for a long time.
Jin Feize looked at the body pillow, also very surprised.
A moment later, a warm smile rose in his eyes. He took the phone from the dazed Li Miaomiao and said to Jiang Ye, “I truly didn’t expect it. So Student Jiang Ye likes me this much.”
“You’re misunderstanding.”
“Little Ye,” his gentle voice came through, lightly scratching at Jiang Ye’s ear like a tickle. “Do you hold it every night when you sleep? Do you need me to provide more photos for you? Do you want ones without clothes? Why don’t you come to my place tonight and fall asleep holding the real me?”
“I don’t need that.” Jiang Ye gritted his teeth.
“All right. It doesn’t matter if you don’t come. I’ve already felt your affection.” Jin Feize smiled brightly.
Jiang Ye said word by word, “Listen carefully. I hate you.”
“Your words always need to be understood in reverse,” Jin Feize said with a smile. “I understand. You like me.”
Jiang Ye: “…”
He was too shameless. Jiang Ye had nothing to say.
“Hurry home. Do you still remember our agreement?”
Li Miaomiao asked, “What did you two agree on?”
Jin Feize tilted his head and smiled, raising a finger to his lips.
“A secret.”
Jiang Ye returned home with a heavy heart and found Li Miaomiao gone. Jin Feize was sitting in the living room, brewing tea for himself.
The milky-white porcelain cup turned between his fair fingers, his fingertips gleaming. He leaned back in Jiang Ye’s computer chair. He was clearly sitting in a shabby room, yet his bearing was as proper and distinguished as a young master’s. This simple little apartment seemed to rise in grade simply because he was there.
“You’re back?” He inclined his head and smiled.
He looked completely at ease. He was sitting there as a guest, yet his tone of greeting sounded like he was the owner of the room.
“Where’s Li Miaomiao?” Jiang Ye asked.
“I said I wanted to speak with you alone, so I asked her to watch television at my place.” Jin Feize asked, “Why didn’t you reply to my messages?”
“I have no obligation to reply to your messages.”
“Little Ye, you seem to have forgotten.” Jin Feize was polite and refined. “You are my boyfriend.”
Jin Feize’s desire for control was too strong. Sometimes, if Jiang Ye did not deliberately avoid him, he practically stayed stuck to Jiang Ye every moment.
Jiang Ye pinched the bridge of his nose, his head aching as if it would split.
“I’m not your pet. I have my privacy.”
“You’re wrong. Lovers should hold nothing back from each other.”
He stood, strolled over to Jiang Ye, and took the phone from his pocket.
“From now on, you are not allowed to ignore my messages. Every single one must be replied to promptly. I’ll let it pass this once. It won’t happen again.”
He opened Jiang Ye’s WeChat, pinned his own chat box to the top, and even changed his contact name to “A-Ze Cutie.”
Jiang Ye: “…”
“In the future, if you want photos of me,” he said as he handed the phone back to Jiang Ye, his tone like a magnanimous boyfriend tolerating his lover’s willfulness, “don’t take them secretly. Just ask me for them.”
Jiang Ye took back his phone, put down his bag, and asked coldly, “Are you done? You can leave now.”
“Not yet.” Jin Feize stared at his lips. “You said during the day that you would kiss me tonight.”
The news of Shen Duo’s death had already left Jiang Ye upset and unsettled, and Jin Feize had still come to trample over his boundaries.
His tone suddenly turned cold.
“I’m in a bad mood. Some other day.”
“What should I do? No matter how much milk tea I drink, I can’t forget how sweet you taste.”
Jin Feize leaned a little closer, pinched Jiang Ye’s chin, and forced him to lift his head slightly.
“I don’t care. I have to kiss you today.”
His gaze lingered along Jiang Ye’s pale-red lips as if bewitched.
Jiang Ye had a clean, handsome appearance. His lines were neat, his brows and eyes clear. Unlike Jin Feize, he was not aggressive and eye-catching everywhere he went. Jiang Ye’s handsomeness was understated, like a still-life landscape meant to be drawn.
Looking at other people’s greasy, filthy faces made murderous intent rise in Jin Feize.
Only when he looked at Jiang Ye could he calm down a little.
Jiang Ye felt uncomfortable and unconsciously turned his head to avoid him.
Jin Feize’s fingers tightened slightly around his chin, not letting him hide.
Jiang Ye felt the pain and warned him, “If you dare touch me, I’ll—”
Before he could finish, Jin Feize had already leaned forward and kissed Jiang Ye hard on the lips.
Jiang Ye pushed him, but Jin Feize was shockingly strong. He had already experienced it last time. There was no point in confronting him head-on.
Jiang Ye opened his mouth and bit him. Jin Feize ignored the blood on his lips, seized the opening, and pushed his tongue inside.
A shudder ran through Jiang Ye’s entire body. He wanted nothing more than to bite off Jin Feize’s tongue, but he was afraid he might actually kill him, so he forced himself not to use his teeth.
Jin Feize sucked on Jiang Ye’s tongue. Jiang Ye’s mouth was full of the taste of blood, yet there was also a strange sensation mixed in.
It was his first time experiencing such a deep kiss. It was as if he had been injected with LSD all over again. Every sense in his body was magnified to the extreme. Jin Feize’s soft tongue rubbed against him, making his head go dizzy, and even his body reacted involuntarily.
Jiang Ye pinched himself hard, forcing himself awake. He raised his knee, trying to attack Jin Feize below the belt.
But Jin Feize seemed to have foreseen it. He stepped forward and knocked Jiang Ye back onto the sofa.
Jiang Ye was underneath, Jin Feize above. Jin Feize straddled Jiang Ye’s thighs.
“Get off!” Jiang Ye said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t want to.”
Jin Feize rubbed his hips against Jiang Ye. Something hard pressed against him. He looked down and saw the tense, obvious bulge between Jiang Ye’s legs, the exaggerated curve impossible to hide even through his jeans.
He smiled.
“Little Ye, you’re hard. You’re so pure. One kiss and you’re hard.”
He poked little Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye’s whole body trembled, shivering like a sheet of paper.
His voice instantly dropped several degrees colder.
“Get off!”
“Actually, before you came home, I took a look around your apartment. Guess what I found in your closet?”
Jin Feize unhurriedly took a pair of black stockings from his pants pocket.
“The little gift I gave you. So you never threw it away.”
The flames of shame and anger burned in Jiang Ye’s chest. Red spread from his neck all the way to his face.
He tried to defend himself.
“I forgot.”
“Forgot?” Jin Feize smiled brightly, clearly not believing him.
He pressed close again and said by Jiang Ye’s ear, “Let me guess. You forgot to delete my leg photo too, didn’t you? And the way I looked naked that day—do you think about it every night?”
A shameful young man’s secret had been seen through. An unprecedented sense of humiliation surged up in Jiang Ye’s heart.
Every word struck Jiang Ye’s most fatal weak point. Jiang Ye could not refute a single one.
He had to admit that Jin Feize was a bastard—but he was also a beautiful bastard.
From his gentle, water-soft voice, to those long, straight legs, to the cherry blossom scent on his fingertips, every part of him was difficult for Jiang Ye to forget.
An eighteen-year-old young man was at the age when his blood ran hot. How could he resist such blazing, wanton seduction?
Jin Feize pressed him step by step.
“Admit it. You like watching me act slutty.”
Being completely seen through made something in Jiang Ye’s chest seem to collapse. He trembled with shame and anger.
This time, when Jin Feize lowered his head to kiss him, Jiang Ye actually forgot to dodge.
“Brother, are you two still not done talking?” Li Miaomiao’s voice came from outside the door.
Li Miaomiao’s voice was like an alarm bell, abruptly jolting Jiang Ye awake.
Jiang Ye struggled again, but he was already pinned firmly beneath Jin Feize. He could only passively endure his kiss.
Jiang Ye reached hard toward the coffee table, trying to find something to smash against Jin Feize’s head. He touched the teapot. It was too big. After a moment of hesitation, he was afraid of killing Jin Feize and causing a death, so he reached to the side again.
As his hand moved, it knocked over the teapot. With a crash, it fell to the floor.
Li Miaomiao heard something shatter inside and grew worried.
“What are you doing in there? Say something.”
“Stop…” Jiang Ye gasped, trying to speak.
Jin Feize was reluctant to part from him. He asked against Jiang Ye’s lips, “When is the next kiss?”
“Get lost!”
Jiang Ye punched him in the side of the waist.
As if he felt no pain, Jin Feize still pressed Jiang Ye down and held his cheeks as he licked him.
“If we don’t make an appointment, I won’t let you go,” Jin Feize laughed softly. “Anyway, I don’t mind being seen by your sister.”
“I’m coming in!” Li Miaomiao announced.
Jiang Ye heard the key slide into the lock. The lock cylinder turned with clicking sounds.
“Get off, now!” Jiang Ye panicked.
“What are you in such a hurry for?”
Jin Feize pulled open his jacket and saw the picture on Jiang Ye’s white short-sleeved shirt. The smile in his eyes deepened considerably.
He deliberately refused to stop. While reaching into Jiang Ye’s clothes and gripping his waist as if playing with a piece of jade, rubbing it carefully, he slid his tongue into Jiang Ye’s mouth and sucked Jiang Ye’s saliva.
Jiang Ye dodged left and right, so anxious that sweat covered his forehead.
With a click, the door lock opened. The iron door creaked, revealing a thin crack.
Jiang Ye shoved Jin Feize away and said through clenched teeth, “Next Monday!”
“Too long.”
Jin Feize bent down, still wanting to continue.
“The day after tomorrow!”
“No.”
“Tomorrow!”
Jin Feize finally let go. Jiang Ye pushed him off with force, retreated to the other end of the sofa, and wiped his mouth.
Li Miaomiao opened the door and saw Jin Feize sitting at one end of the sofa, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Ye sat at the other end. Beneath his open jacket and shirt was a white T-shirt printed with Jin Feize’s photo.
The teapot that had originally been on the coffee table lay shattered across the floor, brown tea spilled everywhere.
Li Miaomiao automatically filled in everything that had happened in the room while she wasn’t there, and rage flared up at once.
“Brother, just because your confession failed, why did you hit Senior Jin? You dead pervert.”
Jiang Ye: “…”
Truly, he did not want this sister anymore.
Jin Feize stood, bent down, and said softly to Jiang Ye, “Remember our agreement.”
Under the fluorescent light, wicked amusement filled his eyes and brows.
Jiang Ye’s fists tightened. Anger surged in his eyes.
Jin Feize said goodbye to Li Miaomiao and returned to his own apartment. Li Miaomiao kept apologizing to him on Jiang Ye’s behalf.
As soon as Jin Feize left, Jiang Ye immediately opened Ctrip and bought a plane ticket to Western Yunnan for the next day.
He had to leave.
He had to leave immediately.