Chi Jianqing met Yu Lang’s gaze with a vile, cowardly smile that only appeared after his misdeeds had been exposed.
He was no longer the same lifeless, stagnant figure. His pupils dilated repeatedly, stretching wide, leaving only a fragile strip of white clinging stubbornly to the corners of his eyes.
Chi Jianqing’s pale face flushed red, as if with rising desire.
Yet, in reality, it was nothing more than the aftermath of a slap from Yu Lang. The mark burned across his cheek like a branding iron, searing hot, the redness indistinguishable from that caused by surging lust.
Yu Lang’s expression darkened further.
What he wanted to see was Chi Jianqing’s disappointment, his pain.
That pale face should have twisted into anguish, glaring at him, clawing at himself, amplifying the suffering he inflicted onto him.
That’s how every protagonist treated Yu Lang, so he expected Chi Jianqing to follow suit.
But no matter what, it definitely should not be like this.
Chi Jianqing should not be worshipping him with the fervor of a devoted disciple.
Yu Lang raised his hand and delivered another slap.
This time, however, the slap faltered suddenly, halting as if stopping just at the edge of a cliff.
The anticipation in Chi Jianqing’s eyes flickered and went out like a spark snuffed.
He had been looking forward to Yu Lang’s palm touching his cheek.
Yet Chi Jianqing felt no pain at all. To him, Yu Lang’s blows were nothing more than intimate skin to skin contact.
The next instant, the foot planted on Chi Jianqing surged with sudden force, propelling him backward two steps.
Before he could react, Yu Lang had already stood, fists crashing down into those mirror like, lifeless eyes.
Blow after blow fell, not like raindrops anymore but like boulders tumbling down a cliff, plunging into a stagnant pool below.
And yet, it made no ripple. Chi Jianqing remained exactly the same. He indulged in every ounce of Yu Lang’s malice and aggression, watching him twist his face into rage while raining down punches.
Yu Lang’s face contorted with effort, small features squashed together, hums of pain escaping through his nose.
It was a loss of control Yu Lang had never shown Chi Jianqing before.
Chi Jianqing was pushed onto the low booth table.
Bottles and glasses clattered and rolled across the surface, shattering into a wind chime of crisp fragments on the floor.
Yu Lang lunged, fists following in a relentless cascade.
One punch landed and both emitted muffled groans.
Yu Lang’s body burned with pain.
Chi Jianqing’s, strangely, with pleasure.
Was this not the same as throwing oneself into someone’s arms?
Yu Lang didn’t even notice that he was trapped between Chi Jianqing’s legs, sinking like a stone into soft mud, endlessly ensnared by Chi Jianqing’s arms.
He lifted his fists, toes bracing to assert dominance, trying to appear taller and more imposing than Chi Jianqing.
In doing so, his shirt rode up, revealing a section of pale, tender waist, smooth like a fresh lotus root.
Chi Jianqing couldn’t let such an opportunity pass. He stared intently, coaxing Yu Lang to unleash more malice, while his hands silently circled around Yu Lang’s waist.
This time, he was bolder. No longer content with just tracing the curve of the waist, both hands slipped beneath the hem, boldly pressing against the flesh.
Yu Lang’s body, heated by alcohol, radiated warmth and Chi Jianqing’s fingertips burned unnaturally red.
From wrist to fingertips, every part of his hand sank into Yu Lang’s soft waist, tracing the contours of his body.
Each punch from Yu Lang caused a subtle shift within him.
A thin layer of skin could not shield the organs beneath and with every movement, Chi Jianqing’s hands seemed to map out every inch of what lay beneath that delicate exterior.
The bar’s drums rose to a frenzied climax, the crowd jumping and swinging to the rhythm, voices shaking the very air.
Those seated nearby assumed the two were engaged in some wild, unconventional play. Excited, they pulled out phones to capture the spectacle, oblivious to any real violence, they saw only consent, a game of give and take.
Yu Lang, numbed by the physical frenzy, hardly noticed anything felt off.
He reasoned it must be strange because Chi Jianqing hadn’t reacted to the blows.
When he finally tired, he spat out the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.
His hand traced across Chi Jianqing’s forehead, leaving red marks from his cold nails.
He grabbed Chi Jianqing’s hair, pulling upward as if lifting his head to the sky.
In his mind, Chi Jianqing should have tilted his head back, the whole body arching yet in reality, Yu Lang had to stand on tiptoe. Chi Jianqing remained calm, watching him like a loyal dog enjoying the caress of its master.
Still, Yu Lang had to finish his threatening words, lest all that violence had been in vain.
His brows lifted, the tiny glittering piercings on the ends gleaming and his snake tongue flicked across his cold lip ring.
“Still hard?” he taunted.
Chi Jianqing lowered his head, face streaked with blood. His nose seemed fractured, the philtrum swollen with coagulated blood, dark circles blooming beneath his eyes, lips battered and torn.
His face appeared on the brink of ruin.
Yet Chi Jianqing showed not a flicker of pain. The face, though broken, seemed like nothing more than a discarded mask.
Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the next day, perhaps in a moment, he would tear off this face and replace it with one more to Yu Lang’s taste.
“I’m asking you,” Yu Lang demanded, rough as if pulling weeds.
Chi Jianqing hesitated, then, under Yu Lang’s sharp gaze, chose to respond: “May I speak?”
Yu Lang frowned, impatient. “Has my beating dazed you?”
Chi Jianqing’s hands suddenly tightened, dragging Yu Lang forward.
It was like a giant, rusty gear, suddenly powered to life, emitting a long dormant roar in its awakening.
The world spun, lights shifted, scenes transformed.
Yu Lang instinctively closed his eyes, fearing the fall.
He stumbled into Chi Jianqing’s arms.
Soft. Warm.
Held tight, as if trapped within a gear.
Chi Jianqing pressed close, inhaling, his tongue tracing the sweat on Yu Lang’s cheek, cold, salty, infused with a faint minty scent, mingled with alcohol.
He licked it all in, eyes closed, chest rising with each breath.
Chi Jianqing’s pleasure knew no bounds.
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ChaptersChapter 1 · Dead HusbandChapter 2 · Ghost ChaseChapter 3 · I’ve been fooled againChapter 4 · I need lots and lots of loveChapter 5 · I’ll kill you!^^Chapter 6 · Haha, really!Chapter 7 · This is what it means to be love-struck.Chapter 8 · We meet again, my loveChapter 9 · The little snakeChapter 10 · I’ve been fooled againChapter 11 · The daily routine of sasaeng fans following othersChapter 12 · Inferiority complexChapter 13 · It hurtsChapter 14 · Want to go out? Sure!Chapter 15 · Damn it!Chapter 16 · My wife hitting me is a reward for meChapter 17 · Licking sweatChapter 18 · The vinegar was friedChapter 19 · What a clever tactic, Chi Jianqing!Chapter 20 · Loving me is a very painful thing.Chapter 21 · The words may be rough, but the principle is soundChapter 22 · It wasn’t just two hitsChapter 23 · Turns out I’m not 3, I’m 1!Chapter 24 · Easy To CoaxChapter 25 · Confessing loveChapter 26 · DearChapter 27 · Honey, it felt so good when you scolded me.Chapter 28 · Let’s go after tearing off the human skinChapter 29 Part 1 · Honey, I caught you!Chapter 29 Part 2 · Honey, I caught you!Chapter 30 · Little Blind CrippleChapter 31 · How could I give up? I’ve given you my heart.Chapter 32 · The gloomy CEOChapter 33 · X-harassmentChapter 34 · Little third wheelChapter 35 · I am Chi JianqingChapter 36 · I am his husband, and you are?Chapter 37 · CarChapter 38 · Broken carChapter 39 · I want to kiss youChapter 40 · Silly babyChapter 41 · Chop off hands and feetChapter 42 · Ships and DeathChapter 43 · Chi Jianqing participated in the battle royale and finally obtained a ticket to meet Yu Lang.Chapter 44 · You bastard, get out of here!Chapter 45 · Bad cats can only be forced to love.Chapter 46 · Circle the fox’s tail and rub it back and forthChapter 47 · It hurts so muchChapter 48 · The Second World EndedChapter 49 · Brainless and grumpyChapter 50 · I don’t like you anymoreChapter 51 · I haven’t thought of a title yetChapter 52 · You smell so good, let me hug you and pet youChapter 53 · A big dog bit a kitten’s muzzleChapter 54 · Captive canariesChapter 55 · Male Ghost StrikesChapter 56 · I told you to be quiet!Chapter 57 · I have decided to bestow upon you the title of my wife.Chapter 58 · We’re talking about loveChapter 59 · I really, really like you!Chapter 60 · I want to eat your noodlesChapter 61 · Don’t abandon your puppy!Chapter 62 · What a blissful ending!Chapter 63 · Extra 1Chapter 64 · Extra 2Chapter 65 · Extra 3