“W-What did you say?” Hua Sheng gasped, his tongue struggling to find the right words to form a coherent sentence. “Are you out of your mind?”
Zuo Xingyun didn’t miss a single flicker of expression on Hua Sheng’s face. He lowered his head and licked the tip of Hua Sheng’s nose, saying earnestly, “Lick you. I want to lick you.”
A chill surged through Hua Sheng’s heart. Zuo Xingyun’s gaze was like a wolf in the middle of a mating season, with naked desire hidden beneath a thin veneer of polite restraint.
“What nonsense are you spouting?” Hua Sheng stammered, too shocked to speak clearly. “Lick my foot! Are you a dog, damn it?”
“Hmm.”
Zuo Xingyun answered with action, tracing a path down the bridge of his nose to his earlobe, his hot breath washing over Hua Sheng’s neck. “Yes, I am.”
The low, steady voice was like raindrops falling on a drum skin, a warm, gentle summer sun shower.
The heat caused Hua Sheng to shrink his neck back, a strange itch rising in his groin.
“Get lost.”
This absurd statement was more than Hua Sheng could handle. He had imagined countless scenarios; the worst outcome he anticipated was being pinned to a bed and beaten. He never expected this kind of demand. “You are truly a pervert. Lick my foot! I’m not a lollipop, damn it! Mmph, don’t lick there!”
Hua Sheng’s round, petite earlobe was now held firmly in Zuo Xingyun’s mouth. He first gave it a light nip with his teeth, then used his tongue to trace the burning outline, sucking with wet, rhythmic sounds.
“Ah, don’t lick.” Hua Sheng couldn’t handle it. He was extremely ticklish, and his earlobes and neck were his most sensitive spots. He didn’t even let others put an arm around his shoulder, yet now, he was being pinned to the bed and violated by Zuo Xingyun’s lips and tongue.
“Zuo Xingyun, stop.” Hua Sheng instinctively wanted to laugh, but he forced himself to hold it in, struggling in vain. “Don’t lick! Mmph, let go, you damn pervert.”
Zuo Xingyun imitated the motions of a kiss, pressing deeper and getting extremely close. Hua Sheng could clearly hear the sound of him swallowing his saliva. It felt like lying on the surface of the sea, with little fish eagerly nibbling at his ears.
“Hmm, you poor nerd, fuck, you, you.” Hua Sheng’s voice was nasal, his strength to struggle gradually fading. It felt as if a current was running through him, leaving his whole body tingling, and his neck felt unbearably itchy. “You damn pervert! Mmph, it is itchy.”
“Is it itchy?” Zuo Xingyun’s voice was laced with desire as he whispered, “Where is it itchy?”
Hua Sheng’s face was flush with shame and anger, his teeth gritted as he resisted. “You damn well know where it is itchy! Where else could it be?”
Zuo Xingyun’s fingers moved downward, aiming suggestively toward a certain spot, and said, shockingly, “Is it here?”
“Fuck.” Hua Sheng’s body jolted, a crimson blush climbing onto his face, his earlobes burning red. “Ahhh, get lost!”
Zuo Xingyun chuckled softly, lowered his head, and sealed his lips again.
“No, get away! Mmph.” Hua Sheng’s resistant curses were all blocked in his throat, his hands pushing hard against Zuo Xingyun’s chest. “Hmm. Mmph. Let go. Don’t kiss.”
Agile lips and a tongue teased and entangled with the softness inside Hua Sheng’s mouth, creating wet, slurping sounds.
Taking advantage of Hua Sheng’s momentary relaxation, Zuo Xingyun’s hand moved slowly downward.
“Mmph, wait!” A warning bell rang in Hua Sheng’s mind, buzzing like a swarm of hornets. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, heavens!”
“Oh, goodness!”
Hua Sheng began to struggle violently. “Fuck, fuck, you bastard.”
Zuo Xingyun held both of his wrists with one hand, his grip immense and uncompromising.
“Zuo Xingyun.” Hua Sheng kicked and fought, trying his best to turn his head. He finally managed to break free from the kiss, only to feel his legs go weak, his strength draining away bit by bit.
“Are you a maniac?”
Cool fingers began to flick and tease.
The place that had never been explored by anyone was suddenly being gently caressed, causing the veins in his temples to throb wildly.
Zuo Xingyun’s long, fair knuckles were stained with a crystalline sheen; the hands that were always used for holding pens were now doing something lawless and depraved.
“Ah, what are you doing?” Hua Sheng panted, his face flushed, his momentum completely extinguished by the kiss. “Are you a pervert? Wuu, stop touching, I was wrong. I am sorry, isn’t that enough? Mmph!”
Zuo Xingyun kissed him stickily again.
Hua Sheng truly understood how terrifying Zuo Xingyun was. He was wrong, completely and utterly wrong.
There was no reasoning with a pervert. As the Chinese proverb says, those who know the times are the truly wise.
Hua Sheng softened immediately, begging for mercy. “Zuo Xingyun! Mmph! I am wrong. I am sorry. I will not look for trouble with you again. Wuu, Mom.”
A dignified school bully crying for his mom when things got tough. Zuo Xingyun found it almost funny; as aggressive and arrogant as he was moments ago, he was just as cowardly now.
But Zuo Xingyun didn’t want to let him go.
“Little Peanut, can I lick you?” He pecked at the reddened corners of Hua Sheng’s eyes, sticking his tongue out to lick the moisture there. “Such a fragrant little peanut, can I have a taste?”
He was too much of a pervert!
This expression of an obsessive fan looked completely out of place on Zuo Xingyun’s handsome face. Hua Sheng was tense, his almond-shaped eyes filled with both shame and anger.
“Being this close to you, I am so lucky.” Zuo Xingyun lowered his head, whispering into his ear with a smile. “I like you so much. I like hearing your voice, and I like the way you look at me.”
“Mmph.”
“I like being this close to you, exchanging breath at such an intimate distance.”
Hua Sheng felt more and more uncomfortable the more he heard. In his eighteen years, he had never met someone thicker-skinned than Zuo Xingyun!
“Hua Sheng.”
“Ahhhhh, get lost!” Hua Sheng couldn’t take it anymore, crying out in a breakdown. “Zuo Xingyun, you don’t listen to soft or hard tactics, so don’t blame me for being ruthless! If you don’t let go now, wait until I get out of here. See if I don’t get someone to fix you up!”
Zuo Xingyun didn’t care about his threats at all; he leaned down and embraced him.
“Hmm.” Zuo Xingyun smiled with satisfaction. “That is great. That means you will keep looking for me.”
Hua Sheng felt the powerlessness of someone who had gathered all their strength to punch, only to hit a cotton ball.
“Are you a pervert? Do you even understand human language?” Hua Sheng’s temples throbbed, his teeth grinding as he said, “I said let go of me! Aren’t you disgusting, you damn pervert?”
Hua Sheng’s heart was already in a panic. The more he felt this way, the more he would raise his thorns to protect himself.
Zuo Xingyun looked so serious and upright, yet he turned out to be a perverted obsessive fan. How did he know? Would he tell others?
Since he was a child, his mom had said this was his biggest secret, one that could never be told to anyone. His body could only be shown to his future partner.
Hua Sheng heard the sound of glass shattering in his mind, the sound of his dignity as a man.
Since the hard approach didn’t work, he had to try the soft one.
Hua Sheng sniffed, suddenly wrapping his arms around Zuo Xingyun’s arm, crying miserably, “Big Brother Zuo Xingyun, I was wrong. Please let me go, wuu wuu.”
Zuo Xingyun paused, not expecting Hua Sheng’s attitude to change so rapidly.
“Big Brother, if this gets out, how will I find a wife in the future?” Hua Sheng said with a tearful face. “Please let me go. I won’t look for trouble with you ever again, really.”
Zuo Xingyun was stunned for a moment, his expression shifting slightly. “Wife?”
“Wuu wuu. Yes, wife.”
Upon hearing this, Zuo Xingyun’s eyes darkened. He grabbed Hua Sheng’s wrists, pinned them above his head on the bed, and frowned. “There is no wife, only me.”
Being grabbed so suddenly, a sound came from his bone joints. Hua Sheng gasped in pain. “Ouch.”
In his simple mind, he couldn’t think of a worse word than pervert. Words like obsessive fan or sleazy were too weak.
“Hmm, wuu wuu.” Hua Sheng cried out in discomfort. His natural curls drooped down in grievance, tousled and messy as they made intimate contact with the bedsheets. “Zuo! Xingyun! Why are you being so, so fierce? Wuu ah ah.”
Zuo Xingyun immediately eased his strength a little, looking down at him. Hua Sheng’s eyelashes were wet, and his controlled state looked extremely pitiful; this was a Hua Sheng he had never seen before.
He couldn’t imagine that the usually arrogant and brash little bully could also show such a shivering expression.
“Hua Sheng.” Zuo Xingyun placed his other hand on his brow, his fingertips wiping away the moisture at the corners of his eyes. “Are you very scared? Don’t cry.”
Hua Sheng turned his head away, and with a blink, round teardrops rolled down.
“Wuu wuu.”
He looked pitiful on the surface, but he was cursing inside, having already greeted all of Zuo Xingyun’s ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.
Damn it, damn it! A tiger fallen to the plains is bullied by a dog!
Damn you, Zuo Xingyun, just you wait. Wait until I get up, see if I don’t fix you. See if I don’t get someone to finish you off when I get home.
I am going to tell my brothers, my sisters, my mom and dad, my father, my mother, and even the police!
Zuo Xingyun’s heart felt as if it had been scratched by a cat’s tail, itchy and numb, as if even his fingertips were hit by an electric current.
He leaned down, his hot lips falling on the salty eyelashes, then on the fair, delicate skin, and finally on the moist, thin lips.
The fragrance of oranges lingered at the tip of his nose, a soul-stirring scent that made him lose his way.
Perhaps it was for this very moment that his life had finally become meaningful.
Hua Sheng kept his eyes tightly closed, gritting his teeth.
How is Zuo Xingyun’s skin so thick? You give him an inch, and he takes a mile.
Zuo Xingyun kissed Hua Sheng with affection, never feeling like it was enough. He craved this person too much; he wanted nothing more than to lock him in his own small room, where only he could see him.
Hua Sheng got a moment to breathe heavily, his chest rising and falling. He was suffocated from the kisses, his strength gradually fading. “Wuu wah wah, let, let go.”
“Mom! Wuu wuu, ah ah.”
Zuo Xingyun gazed at him intently. The light shining in his eyes was like a shattered galaxy, as gentle as water.
Hua Sheng squinted his eyes, looking at him through his wet lashes. This dead pervert usually acted like a giant block of ice in the classroom; he had never seen him smile, but now, he was all smiles. What was going on? Was he faking it?
A smile rippled at the bottom of his eyes, spreading into the sparkling galaxy.
Hua Sheng’s heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head away to avoid his gaze.
He cursed inwardly. Clearly, it is Zuo Xingyun who is acting like a hooligan, so why am I the one panicking?
After a long while, Zuo Xingyun finally spoke, breaking the silent stillness.
“Hua Sheng.”
“I like you very much. I have liked you for a long time.” Zuo Xingyun’s voice was hoarse, as if he had been restraining himself for a long time. “I don’t want anything else. Just let me lick you, okay?”