Xia Liu Yi, now twenty-seven years of age, had already ascended to the position of gang leader in his youth. Bearing the fearsome title of the Twin-Blade Blood Asura, his name shook the four corners of the underworld. Were he placed within one of those popular melodramas, he would instantly radiate the dazzling, blinding aura of a destined protagonist. Cold and aloof by nature, ruthless in action, he had sat firmly upon the Dragon Head Throne for three years. His dashing bearing captivated countless subordinates, all of whom bowed their heads in submission before him.
Such a great figure—one who licked blood from the edge of blades and could remain unflinching even as Mount Tai collapsed before him—would only experience the slightest tremor of spirit when faced with a dentist’s gleaming iron forceps and the frenzied whirring of a drill.
Yet today, for the first time in his life, he had discovered something equally terrifying—something that could rival the horror of the dentist.
That thing… was none other than the mysterious smile of his own Mr. He.
It was more than a mere tremor. Seated stiffly on the sofa in the living room with arms folded, Xia Liu Yi felt the drums within his chest pounding in a heavy metal rhythm—for that bizarre smile of He Chu San had already lasted a full two hours!
At present, He Chu San stood in the kitchen, lazily stirring a pot of soup. Xia Liu Yi listened tensely to the intermittent ding… ding… ding… of a metal spoon striking the rim of the pot, accompanied by He Chu San’s soft humming.
In three years of acquaintance, this was the first time he had ever heard He Chu San sing! The brat had always claimed himself tone-deaf, utterly lacking in musical sense—Xia Liu Yi had never once heard him open his voice.
The damned punk at least had some self-awareness—the humming truly was dreadful.
That awful singing intertwined with the eerie smile in Xia Liu Yi’s mind, to the point that he even developed the illusion that the brat was poisoning the soup with some kind of venomous gu.
“Brother Liu Yi?”
The gentle call snapped him out of his wandering thoughts. Xia Liu Yi startled so badly his whole body trembled; he coughed twice to cover it, then turned his head. “What is it?”
He Chu San, wearing a sky-blue apron, held a soup ladle as he leaned against the kitchen doorway, smiling softly like a virtuous housewife. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Ah? Oh.”
Seeing him still dazed, He Chu San smiled and tilted his chin toward the coffee table. “Tidy up a bit.”
“Ah? Oh!”
The mighty Boss Xia hurriedly shoved aside the tissue box, the small vase stuffed with lollipops, and the coconut-shell bobblehead doll gifted by Cui Dong Dong. He Chu San poked his head out from the kitchen to take a look, then added with a smile, “Lay out four placemats.”
Placemats? What kind of thing was that?
Xia Liu Yi glanced around, finally spotting a neatly stacked pile of small wooden boards on a nearby cabinet—things He Chu San usually placed under dishes. He quickly grabbed a few and arranged them on the coffee table.
Only after finishing did it dawn on him: Damn this brat! He’s actually ordering me around now!
Boss Xia had a miserable childhood, struck it rich in his youth, and spent his adolescence in a luxurious villa attended by servants. He had never experienced the daily rhythm of an ordinary household, let alone that of a modest couple. In his mind, all he saw was this brat wearing a wicked smile while pointing and directing him—
Was he trying to make him dig his own grave and jump into it?
Damn it, is this really necessary? He’s been acting for two whole hours already—does it ever end?! If you’ve got a grievance, just say it outright!
Earlier, on the drive back, seated in He Chu San’s new car, the brat had been smiling as he asked, “Does the new car look good?”—while flooring the accelerator and racing forward like a madman, as if intent on dragging them both into the sea in a suicidal plunge!
He Chu San, who merely wanted to show off his new car’s performance, had not the faintest clue about Xia Liu Yi’s wild imagination. Humming as he went, he brought out dish after dish: steamed abalone with garlic, stir-fried crab with scallions and ginger, cheese-baked Australian lobster, and a pot of refreshing dried vegetable soup with southern and northern almonds to cut the richness.
Removing his apron, he sat down beside Xia Liu Yi with a bright smile.
Xia Liu Yi instinctively shifted slightly aside. Looking at the table full of once ferocious live seafood—now chopped into pieces—he felt as though He Chu San harbored some hidden meaning.
Today was no special occasion. Why was this damned brat smiling while preparing such a grand fusion feast? Was this a Hongmen Banquet? Or had he laced the dishes with some Seven-Step Bewildering Powder?
Elio’s Notes: A Hongmen Banquet figuratively means a banquet set up with the aim of murdering a guest.
As He Chu San served him food, he said casually, “I took Father for a follow-up check today. The doctor said he’s in good condition—just needs to avoid getting angry or agitated.”
Damn it, now he’s bringing out his father to intimidate me?! Xia Liu Yi pounded the great drum in his heart twice. Do you think I’m afraid of that?!
“Where did Sister Dong Dong go? She even brought back such a special gift,” He Chu San said with a smile, tapping the little stick of the coconut-shell doll with his chopsticks, making it wobble endlessly.
Xia Liu Yi suddenly felt a phantom ache in a certain part of his body in sympathy. He chewed his rice hard and answered stiffly, “Hawaii.”
“What’s wrong? Not feeling well?” He Chu San asked.
“No.” Xia Liu Yi gulped down a large mouthful of soup to cover it.
“If you’re not feeling well, eat less of the crab—it’s a bit spicy,” He Chu San said, moving the lobster in front of him. “Try this. My colleague’s husband is a chef at a Western restaurant—I learned it from him. See how it tastes?”
Half-believing, half-doubting, Xia Liu Yi poked at the cheese atop the lobster. He Chu San stood, fetched a small plate from the kitchen, and directly placed half a lobster in front of him. “Just eat it with your hands. You taught me that—don’t you remember? Back then, you took me to the Peninsula Hotel to eat lobster. That was my first time.”
Xia Liu Yi recalled that timid, obedient little pup who had once seemed utterly bullied by a big boss—then looked at the current He Chu San, who seemed like a fox king with devil horns sprouting from his head.
A bleak autumn wind swept through his heart.
With a wooden expression, he picked up the lobster, took a bite, and chewed.
His movements paused for a second.
Then he pushed aside all his wild imaginings and focused wholeheartedly on devouring the lobster.
Damn it—food made by the Dragon Head’s wife really is different. Since when could lobster taste this good?!
Boss Xia ate with gusto, sweeping the entire table clean. Even after finishing, he still felt unsatisfied, thinking the amount He Chu San prepared wasn’t enough for two grown men. Seeing him set down his bowl yet continue picking through the remnants, He Chu San laughed and leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
“Later tonight, want some cookies and a bit of red wine? If there’s nothing going on, we can stay in and watch some videotapes.”
What the hell is this brat up to now?
With his stomach full, Xia Liu Yi’s vigilance rose once more.
“Busy?” He Chu San asked when he didn’t respond.
“No.”
“Then I’ll go wash the dishes? You pick a videotape?”
Without a word, Xia Liu Yi stood up, pulled He Chu San back, and went to wash the dishes himself.
Standing alone in the kitchen, he first splashed his face twice with cold water. Then, staring at the sink full of bowls and chopsticks, he pondered seriously, concluding that it wasn’t simply a guilty conscience on his part—He Chu San’s behavior today was indeed abnormal! No matter how clingy and sickeningly affectionate he usually got, he had never smiled so inexplicably like this before!
“Brother Liu Yi, A’Nan bought back a lot of videotapes last time—what genre do you want to watch?” He Chu San called from outside.
Xia Liu Yi raised his voice in reply, “Anything!” After a second, he hurriedly added, “Horror films!”—lest the brat pick some romance and cling to him again while watching, all lovey-dovey and nauseating.
Turning back, he resumed his calculations. If the brat was truly unhappy, maybe he should just transfer Qin Hao farther away? But Qin Hao had already been sent by Xiao Ma to the most remote venue. Besides, from beginning to end, nothing messy had ever happened between him and Qin Hao! Utterly unjust!
It was all that damned Cui Dong Dong’s nonsense stirring up trouble—he’d throw her to Qin Hao’s venue to scrub toilets!
After finishing the dishes with a mind full of tangled thoughts, he braced himself and went out to watch the videotape with He Chu San. He Chu San laid out three tapes for him to choose from. Out of habit, he casually pointed to the one with the bloodiest cover. A horror film, after all—only something gory had enough kick.
In the end, it wasn’t a horror film at all, but an erotic moral ghost story.
The originally gentle and frail heroine had once been deeply in love with her husband. Later, the husband had a change of heart and kept a mistress, growing cold toward her. Heartbroken, the heroine jumped from a building to her death, transforming into a vengeful ghost who returned to seek revenge on her husband and his mistress. One day, as the husband returned home embracing the mistress, they saw the heroine’s ghost standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron, smiling gently as she cooked soup for him.
At that exact moment, He Chu San suddenly wrapped an arm around Xia Liu Yi’s waist!
Xia Liu Yi had watched ghost films for most of his life without ever feeling afraid—but at this precise moment, when he was eerily immersed and his hair stood on end, that sudden embrace made him leap away in fright, jumping far aside. “What are you doing?!”
He Chu San blinked innocently. “A bit scary. Let me hold you.”
“Scary my ass!” Xia Liu Yi snapped. You’re the scary one, damn brat!
With a darkened face, Xia Liu Yi sat back down. He Chu San persisted, sticking close again. Xia Liu Yi neither dared to dodge nor accept—dodging would make him look guilty, but not dodging made his heart pound uneasily—so he stiffened as he let himself be held.
He Chu San rubbed his cheek against his shoulder in the same old habit, then suddenly burst out laughing.
“Hahaha… hahaha!” The laughter only grew louder.
All the hairs on Xia Liu Yi’s body stood upright. “What are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine today?”
He Chu San simply sat up, paused the videotape, and laughed until tears came to his eyes. “What are you doing, Brother Liu Yi? You’ve been looking at me all day like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong with you?”
Xia Liu Yi glared at him with a dark expression, unable to speak.
“Is it because of that new colleague surnamed Qin? The one who looks a lot like Azure Dragon Boss?” He Chu San, sharp as ever, immediately seized upon the key point.
“….” Xia Liu Yi still said nothing, only furrowing his brows slightly.
He Chu San lowered his head and chuckled again. “Haha… you—you thought I’d throw a tantrum after seeing him? When have I ever dared to throw a tantrum at you?”
Plenty of times, you damned brat! You’ve got the guts of a dog and more! Xia Liu Yi beat the drums of fury in his heart.
“I’ve known about him for a long time,” He Chu San said with a smile. “The first time he came to the company looking for you, I already knew. I’m still a ‘consultant’ of the company, after all. And I also know you met him in prison, and that he once saved your life. I ought to thank him—I’d never throw a tantrum over him.”
Xia Liu Yi’s expression shifted from cloudy to clear, and he felt a slight relief in his heart. Yet he still snorted through his nose, unwilling to concede, and grumbled, “How the hell would I know what you’re thinking? You damned brat! Full of sneaky ideas! Smiling all weird and ghostly all day…”
He Chu San touched his face. “Have I really been smiling all day?”
“Yeah!”
He Chu San smiled again. “Because I’m happy. Today is a special day.”
“What day?” What random anniversary was this now?
“You’ll know in a bit,” He Chu San said, beaming so brightly his eyes curved into crescents. “But before that—since you think I’m so jealous, I feel like I should throw a little tantrum tonight!”
Suddenly, he grabbed Xia Liu Yi’s wrist, pulled him forward, and pressed him down onto the sofa. Looking down from above, he put on a sour expression and began to act.
“Actually, when I think about how he once spent day and night with you, while I lay outside alone, unable to sleep, I do feel a little upset. How about you compensate me tonight?”
Recently, Xia Liu Yi had been particularly receptive—he never refused such teasing. Raising a brow with a low chuckle, he suddenly reversed their positions, gripping He Chu San’s wrist and flipping over to pin him down, straddling his waist.
“Compensate you how? How many cigarettes do you want tonight, hm?” he said with a wicked grin.
He Chu San lifted his head slightly and whispered something into his ear.
Xia Liu Yi froze for a moment; the tips of his ears flushed a deep red almost instantly.
He released He Chu San awkwardly, getting up as if to flee, but was pulled back again. The two tumbled together onto the sofa, and when their lips met—like golden wind and jade dew in fated encounter—they clung together, inseparable.
…
Beyond the window, the heavens were a deep inky blue, the moonlight flowing like molten gold. At the head of the bed, the two coconut-shell bobblehead dolls seemed to sense the faint movement—the little sticks at their crotches swaying gently.
Xia Liu Yi lay naked, steeped in the moonlight. Across his wheat-toned chest, rising and falling with each breath, beads of water clung—some from the bath they had taken earlier, others newly drawn from sweat. He had already released himself once while bathing together with He Chu San; from the tips of his hair to his toes, his body still carried the languid ease of satisfaction. Yet He Chu San’s lips still wandered across him, stirring fresh waves of desire—
—the night had only just begun.
Reclining upon the soft bedding, Xia Liu Yi stretched out his limbs in ease, allowing He Chu San to trace kisses down the line of his abdomen, along the seam of muscle to his navel. He Chu San parted his lips slightly, taking the navel into his mouth with a gentle suck, his tongue sliding downward along the hollow beneath.
Xia Liu Yi’s breathing grew uneven. Unable to bear it, he turned his head aside—only to catch sight of the utterly ill-omened bobblehead dolls by the bedside.
“Damn it! Why the hell did you bring those in here?”
Grabbing He Chu San by the hair, he tugged down and caught his ear. Forced to pause, He Chu San glanced at the dolls, yet his tongue did not stop, flicking once across Xia Liu Yi’s already hardened arousal before his fingers took over, teasing and probing as he replied, “They’re quite unique. Aren’t they meant to be placed by the bedside?”
“Bullshit—you…”
Xia Liu Yi gasped again under his ministrations. Even at such a moment, he still found the presence of those obscene dolls intolerable. “Take them out!”
He Chu San straightened, spreading Xia Liu Yi’s long legs wider, his gaze settling on the slick heat below, the opening faintly trembling.
“Not taking them.”
“What did you say?” Boss Xia glared at him. You’ve got some nerve!
“Such a fine day deserves witnesses. So I invited them to bear witness.”
“You—mm—!”
Before Xia Liu Yi could finish cursing, He Chu San pushed forward, entering him. His voice broke off, his body tightening instinctively as his fingers clenched.
“Relax a little,” He Chu San murmured. “Don’t you like ‘smoking’? Right now, you’re ‘smoking,’ aren’t you?”
“Bullshit—usually it’s you doing the smoking.”
He Chu San chuckled softly, pressing down over him, sliding two fingers inside to stir his depths. Leaning close to his ear, his breath warm and damp, he murmured, “Exactly. Usually I use my mouth to ‘smoke’ for you. Tonight, why don’t you use your ‘lower mouth’ to smoke for me?”
Flushed deep red, Xia Liu Yi grabbed a pillow to throw at him—but before he could, his hand trembled and fell away. The damned brat had pressed right onto the most sensitive spot within him; his legs trembled and spread wider, his waist jerking slightly as he arched toward him.
“Damn brat… slower…”
He Chu San did anything but slow down. Lowering his head, he took one of Xia Liu Yi’s sensitive peaks into his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue rolling over it. Xia Liu Yi let out a loud, unrestrained groan, pressing the pillow over his face, his entire body flushing red.
Without pause, tormenting that sensitive point with lips and teeth, He Chu San reached aside and fished out a small blue bottle from between the bedding. Without hesitation, he poured a generous amount into his palm, slick and wet, pressing it between Xia Liu Yi’s thighs before thrusting four fingers in at once.
Xia Liu Yi’s body tensed instantly. His left hand clutched the pillow over his face, while his right trembled as it grasped He Chu San’s other hand. “Slower… don’t…”
He Chu San flipped his wrist, capturing Xia Liu Yi’s hand instead, their fingers interlocking as he pinned it beside his head. Though Xia Liu Yi’s face was buried beneath the pillow, his ears remained exposed. With a faint smile tugging at his lips, He Chu San pressed his bare chest against his, sliding upward as their bodies rubbed together.
Breathing intimately against his ear, his fingers continued to open and explore within him. His voice dropped low and hoarse with laughter. “This can’t be slow, Brother Liu Yi… you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment. I’ve waited so long I was about to become as frigid as you.”
Xia Liu Yi panted rapidly, wholly consumed by resisting the fingers moving within him like probing tentacles, utterly unable to respond—let alone curse.
“I was afraid you’d be uncomfortable, so I didn’t dare before,” the fox king chuckled wickedly, his true nature laid bare, “but look—you’re not just comfortable… you’re already flowing with ‘water.’”
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers entirely. The inner walls clung, reluctant to release, producing a soft, wet pop, drawing out the slick moisture left within—spreading dampness across the sheets, just as he had said.
Xia Liu Yi’s face burned as though it would explode. Furious and embarrassed, he flung aside the pillow, about to curse—only for He Chu San to thrust his fingers back in again, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot.
The curse dissolved once more into a groan. Head thrown back, teeth clenched, he gasped as the fox king continued, licking at him with a teasing smile.
“See? Not only do you flow—you even grip me when I try to pull away—”
Before he could finish, his mouth was abruptly covered. Xia Liu Yi’s large hand clamped down over the lower half of his face. He Chu San shook his head but couldn’t break free, his voice muffled in Xia Liu Yi’s palm. “Brother Liu Yi… that’s no fun. This is part of intimacy…”
Xia Liu Yi bared his teeth like a demon, gripping his face and dragging him closer until their lips nearly touched, his breath harsh. “Play all the ‘intimacy’ you want—but don’t play your Boss, you damned brat! Shut your mouth!”
He Chu San gave him a thoroughly aggrieved look, still trying to argue, “If I shut my mouth, how am I supposed to kiss you—mmph!”
His lips were suddenly seized. Xia Liu Yi kissed him fiercely, biting and devouring him for several breaths before pulling away. Without giving him time to recover, Xia Liu Yi wrapped his legs around his waist and flipped them over in one motion, taking the upper position.
From above, he glared down viciously—then bent to kiss him again. His right hand closed around He Chu San’s already aroused length, stroking boldly and teasingly. As he took control, playing him with deliberate movements, he issued his command in the tone of a great boss:
“Enough nonsense. If you want it, then do it properly.”
He Chu San’s eyes widened. So stirred was he that he didn’t utter another word of nonsense. His hands—like a fox’s claws—gripped Xia Liu Yi’s hips on either side, staring at the proud curve of him under the moonlight.
Going this far on the first time with such a position… Boss, you really do know how to play with ‘intimacy’.
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