Provoked by his ruthlessness, Ning Anyu grew angry and growled in his ear. At this moment, besides anger, he felt an intense sense of sadness. Chu Sichen wanted him dead, and this made him feel deeply aggrieved, his heart aching as if it had been slashed heavily.
“Let go of me! Can’t we talk this out properly?” Chu Sichen softened his tone a bit. Now pinned and completely unable to move, his reason finally returned. He was simultaneously horrified that he had actually almost killed someone just moments ago, and filled with lingering fear and remorse over his own loss of control.
If he had really killed the person, he would have become a murderer. This era wasn’t one where signing a life-and-death waiver to duel and kill someone meant escaping legal consequences, and besides, the two of them hadn’t even signed any such waiver.
The crucial point was why on earth did he want to kill him? The man was just an ordinary person, simply because he happened to look identical to the person in his dream? But that was just a dream after all. No matter how angry a dream made you, you couldn’t completely treat it as reality. He even began to suspect whether he had a demonic obsession as the legends said, wondering why he was becoming less and less able to control his emotions.
“You stabbed me. If I hadn’t dodged quickly, that blade might have pierced straight into my heart, do you know that?” Ning Anyu didn’t move. Listening to Chu Sichen’s softened tone, he only felt an extreme sense of grievance.
“I am not, I didn’t mean to.” Listening to this, Chu Sichen felt an even greater wave of guilt. He was not a cruel person by nature, and furthermore, he was a doctor. Whether judged by his basic character or professional ethics, he felt that acting this way was simply too much.
Hearing these apologetic words, Ning Anyu finally felt somewhat comforted inside.
However, as his mind grew slightly calmer, his attention drifted back to his physical sensations. This warm body beneath him, the soft and flexible tactile feel, was truly marvelous. And drifting over was that faint, plant-like body scent.
Ning Anyu couldn’t resist bringing the tip of his nose closer to the crook of Chu Sichen’s neck. The increasingly clear, light fragrance, body heat, and damp sweat instantly blended together to create an indescribably familiar sensation, fiercely igniting a certain memory within his body.
Delicate and taut skin, long and flexibly folded legs, slender, white ankles grasped by both hands, and that overwhelmed, flushed, handsome face swaying with his movements. All the blood in Ning Anyu’s body began to burn, and every cell in his body began to roar.
“I already apologized, hurry up and let me go!” Chu Sichen had no idea what thoughts were running through the mind of the man pinning him down in utter silence. Accustomed to a life of ascetic purity, it naturally never crossed his mind that a man could have such thoughts about another man, assuming instead that this person was simply exhausted and drained.
At that moment, Ning Anyu was burning with heat all over. The slender neck right by his lips, showing a pale porcelain skin flushed with a light red, looked incomparably alluring. He genuinely wanted to bite down and taste him all over again, as if this body originally belonged to him and he had long since indulged in the ultimate pleasure it brought him.
“I told you to fucking get off me! Are you deaf?” Chu Sichen couldn’t help cursing in annoyance again. No matter how exhausted a person was, they couldn’t just lie down on top of another person.
Jolted back to his senses by this roar, Ning Anyu quickly rolled over and tumbled to the side.
The sudden and intense surge of desire left even him at a complete loss and deeply embarrassed. He secretly cursed himself for being a total perverted beast, wondering how his mind could suddenly conjure up such shameless fantasies. This was only their second meeting, yet he was already impatient to mount the man.
Ning Anyu covered his face. Fortunately, he had originally planned to visit the boxing gym to spar with someone, so he was wearing specialized athletic underwear, otherwise Chu Sichen would have clearly felt the physical changes in his body.
Chu Sichen rolled over and sat up. He was exhausted and hot, and just moments ago he had been pinned down by Ning Anyu to the point of breathlessness. Now that he had regained his freedom, he roughly yanked open the collar of his shirt, which felt restricting to him. His sexy collarbones were suddenly exposed, along with a large expanse of pale-red, firm, sweat-slicked skin on his chest.
Seeing this from the side, Ning Anyu couldn’t help rolling his Adam’s apple, swallowing hard with suppressed desire as he let out a bitter laugh, “Are you doing this on purpose?”
He sat cross-legged on the floor like a general, resting his elbows on his raised knees and burying his face in his palms, his voice low, hoarse, and laced with grievance.
Chu Sichen glanced at him sideways, thinking that instead of covering his face, he should probably be tending to his bleeding arm. Still, thinking he was asking whether stabbing him with a sword was intentional, and recalling he had just said it wasn’t, he deliberately provoked him by saying, “It was on purpose!” With that, he stood up and added, “So don’t provoke me in the future, stay away from me!”
Hearing the first half of the sentence made Ning Anyu’s heart pound, but upon hearing the second half, he realized Chu Sichen had completely misunderstood his meaning. Being a massive straight guy, Chu Sichen had no idea what kind of psychological activity Ning Anyu had just experienced, so he simply straightened his trouser legs and walked toward the exit.
“Hey, I got stabbed by you, and you’re just going to leave like this?” Ning Anyu called out to him with a reluctant tone from behind.
“This was a sparring match, and we agreed beforehand that win or lose, everyone bears their own consequences!”
“You really are heartless!”
Ning Anyu sounded like a resentful wife. Looking at his left arm, which had already been stained red with blood, he felt a fresh wave of gloom. Why did he have to treat him so harshly?
Ning Anyu planned to leave as well. Before he even reached the door, he noticed an obvious object lying on the otherwise empty floor near the threshold.
Picking it up, he found it was a small, circular jade pendant. To be precise, he couldn’t quite tell if it was actually jade, as it wasn’t translucent or lustrous, featuring a gradient green color with strange patterns carved on it. Regardless of whether it looked good or not, it had a cord strung through it, making it look like a small accessory meant to be worn around the neck.
“He dropped this!” Ning Anyu curved his lips into a smile and tucked it into his pocket. “At least I got a trophy out of this.”
After getting his wound bandaged, Ning Anyu returned home and was subjected to intense questioning by his mother and younger sister. Naturally, he claimed he had injured himself, but the accompanying caregiver proved far more loyal to his mother, spilling every detail about his sparring match with Chu Sichen.
Although he had only made the caregiver wait on the first floor when they went up to the fourth floor of the boxing gym, anyone with a brain knew that the injury was undoubtedly Chu Sichen’s handiwork. Even though Ning Anyu repeatedly emphasized that it was a fair, one-on-one combat exchange, the mother and daughter still mentally added a heavy black mark against Chu Sichen’s name.
That night, Ning Anyu tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Recalling the sensation of pinning Chu Sichen beneath him during the day, that desire grew wildly within him.
Frustrated, Ning Anyu sat up, feeling thoroughly annoyed with himself. What the hell, they had only hugged for a moment, so how could it lead to this?
He had spent three years messing around at a diploma mill university in America and had seen all sorts of scenes. Back then, out of sheer curiosity, he had hung out at plenty of nightlife venues with wealthy playboys chasing degrees, keeping his cool while surrounded by beauties on both sides and witnessing countless wild hookups, yet he had never experienced such intense urges.
Originally, he had still harbored a bit of quiet pride, thinking that despite his strange illness, he at least didn’t go around indiscriminately displaying passion like certain people around him. However…
In the end, unable to endure it any longer, Ning Anyu rushed into the bathroom and let the cold water run over him for a long, long time.
The next day, Chu Sichen went to the Municipal Prison Bureau office to report for duty. To his surprise, it wasn’t a prison demanding personnel; rather, a friend of Director Li who ran a private sanatorium in Mangshan was looking for a top-tier psychological counselor. Director Li had simply inquired with Director Zhao about it.
Eager to butter up the authorities, Director Zhao had immediately loaned Chu Sichen out.