Xia Liu Yi was twenty-seven this year, still in the flower of youth, yet already the head of a gang. His reputation as the Twin Blade Blood Asura shook the four directions. If he were dropped into some popular television melodrama, he would immediately radiate the dazzling halo of its protagonist. Cold and proud by nature and ruthless in his dealings, he had held the position of Dragon Head for three years. His commanding presence captivated hundreds upon hundreds of followers, all of whom bowed before him.
Such a great figure—one accustomed to licking blood from the blade, who would not change expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before him—only suffered the tiniest tremor of nerves when faced with a dentist’s gleaming metal forceps and furiously spinning drill.
Today, however, he had discovered something every bit as terrifying as a dentist: Mr. He’s inexplicable smile.
Boss Xia was experiencing far more than a tiny tremor of nerves. He sat rigidly on the living-room sofa with his arms folded, while the little drum inside his chest was already pounding out the rhythm of heavy-metal rock—because He Chu San’s eerie smile had lasted for two entire hours!
He Chu San was in the kitchen, absently stirring the soup pot. His nerves stretched taut, Xia Liu Yi listened to the metal ladle striking the rim—ding… ding… ding…—accompanied by He Chu San’s soft humming.
They had known each other for three years, yet this was the first time Xia Liu Yi had ever heard He Chu San sing. The brat had always claimed to be tone-deaf and completely lacking in musical talent. Xia Liu Yi had never once heard him open his mouth in song.
The little bastard did at least possess some self-awareness. His humming truly sounded awful.
The terrible singing and eerie smile intertwined in Xia Liu Yi’s mind until he even began imagining that the brat was putting poison or some sort of curse into the soup.
“Brother Liu Yi?” The gentle call interrupted his wandering thoughts. Xia Liu Yi jolted all over, then coughed twice to conceal it and turned around. “What?”
Wearing a sky-blue apron and holding a soup ladle, He Chu San leaned against the kitchen doorway with the gentle, virtuous air of a devoted housewife and smiled at him. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
“Huh? Oh.”
Seeing him still sitting there blankly, He Chu San smiled and lifted his chin toward the coffee table. “Clear that up.”
“Huh? Oh!”
Boss Xia hurriedly pushed the tissue box, the little vase filled with lollipops, and the coconut-shell dolls Cui Dong Dong had given them to one side. He Chu San poked his head out of the kitchen, glanced over, then smiled again. “Set out four trivets.”
What the hell is a trivet? Xia Liu Yi looked around and spotted a neatly stacked pile of small wooden boards on top of a nearby cabinet—the things He Chu San normally put beneath serving dishes. He hurriedly brought them over and arranged several on the coffee table.
Only after he finished did his brain catch up. Damn it, this little bastard! Now he’s ordering me around!
Boss Xia had suffered through a miserable childhood, become wealthy as a teenager, and spent his youth living in a luxurious villa where servants attended to his every need. He had never experienced the ordinary domestic routines of a modest household and had no idea that this was simply the everyday rhythm of a couple living together. All he could think was that the smelly brat was smiling wickedly while ordering him around. Is he trying to make me dig my own grave and jump into it? Damn it, is all this really necessary? He’s been putting on this act for two hours already! If he’s upset about something, why can’t he just say it?!
On the drive home earlier, sitting in He Chu San’s new car, the brat had smiled and asked him, “Does the new car look good?” Then he had slammed his foot on the accelerator and sent the car hurtling forward, looking for all the world as though he intended to drive them straight into the sea and die together!
He Chu San, who had merely wanted to show off the performance of his new car, knew nothing of Xia Liu Yi’s extraordinary imagination. Humming away, he brought out a plate of garlic-steamed abalone, stir-fried crab with ginger and scallions, cheese-baked Australian lobster, and a refreshing bowl of dried-vegetable and apricot-kernel soup to cut through the richness.
He removed his apron and sat beside Xia Liu Yi with a beaming smile.
Xia Liu Yi instinctively shifted away. Looking at the table full of creatures that had once been fierce and lively but were now chopped and cooked beyond recognition, he could not shake the feeling that He Chu San had arranged every dish with some hidden meaning.
Today was no special occasion. Why had the little bastard prepared such an elaborate Chinese-Western feast while smiling at him like that? Was this a Feast at Hong Gate, or had he sprinkled some seven-step knockout powder into the food?
Elio’s Notes: The Feast at Hong Gate, or Hongmen Banquet, was a famous banquet where Liu Bang was invited under the guise of hospitality while his rivals considered killing him. The phrase later came to describe an invitation that conceals hostile intentions.
As He Chu San placed food into his bowl, he said, “I took Dad for his follow-up examination today. The doctor said he’s doing very well. He just needs to be careful and avoid getting angry or overly agitated.”
Damn it, now you’re bringing up your dad to scare me?! The little drum in Xia Liu Yi’s chest thundered twice. You think I’m afraid of him?!
“Where did Sister Dong Dong go to bring back such unusual gifts?” He Chu San asked with a smile, tapping one of the coconut-shell doll’s little wooden sticks with the tip of his chopstick. The stick bobbed up and down without stopping.
Xia Liu Yi felt a sympathetic ache in a certain part of his own body. He viciously chewed two mouthfuls of rice and replied stiffly, “Hawaii.”
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” He Chu San asked.
“No.” Xia Liu Yi concealed himself behind a large gulp of soup.
“If you’re uncomfortable, eat less of the crab. It’s a little spicy.” He Chu San moved the lobster in front of him. “Try this. A colleague of mine is married to the head chef at a Western restaurant. I learned it from him. See what you think.”
Still suspicious, Xia Liu Yi poked the cheese on top of the lobster with his chopsticks. He Chu San stood, went to the kitchen for a small plate, lifted half the lobster directly onto it, and placed it in front of him. “Eat it with your hands. You taught me that, remember? When you took me to the Peninsula Hotel for lobster, that was the first time I’d ever had it.”
Xia Liu Yi remembered the honest, timid little puppy from back then, always huddling as though the Boss bullied him terribly. Then he looked at the great fox king before him now, practically sprouting demonic horns and an enormous tail. An autumn wind seemed to sweep through his heart, leaving nothing but desolation behind. Expressionless, he lifted the lobster and took a bite.
His movements stopped for a second. He swept all the wild fantasies from his mind and concentrated on eating. Damn, food cooked by the Dragon Head’s wife really is different. How did I never realize lobster could taste this good?
Boss Xia opened his stomach and ate heartily, practically sweeping the entire table clean. Even after finishing, he remained unsatisfied, feeling that He Chu San had prepared too little food for two grown men. Seeing him set down his bowl but continue poking through the leftovers with his chopsticks, He Chu San smiled, leaned over, and kissed his cheek. “We can have some cookies later and drink a little red wine. If nothing comes up tonight, how about staying home and watching a videotape?”
What exactly is this brat planning? With the delicious meal settled comfortably in his stomach, Boss Xia’s vigilance rose again.
“Do you have something to do?” He Chu San asked when he did not answer.
“No.”
“Then I’ll wash the dishes. You choose a tape?”
Xia Liu Yi silently stood up, pulled He Chu San back, and went to wash the dishes himself.
Alone in the kitchen, he first splashed cold water over his face twice, then stared seriously at the sink full of bowls and chopsticks. He concluded that this was definitely not just his guilty conscience—He Chu San really was behaving abnormally today. Even when he was usually clingy and sentimental, he had never smiled this inexplicably.
“Brother Liu Yi, A’Nan bought a lot of videotapes last time. What kind do you want to watch?” He Chu San called from outside.
“Anything!” Xia Liu Yi shouted back. After a second, he immediately added, “A horror movie!” That’ll save me from this brat picking another romance and clinging to me while getting all sappy again.
He went back to his calculations. If the brat really is upset, should I transfer Qin Hao even farther away? But Xiao Ma already sent him to the most remote venue. Besides, nothing improper ever happened between Qin Hao and me from beginning to end! I’m being wronged here!
It’s all because Cui Dong Dong ran her mouth and stirred up trouble. I’ll transfer her to Qin Hao’s venue and make her scrub the toilets!
After washing the dishes with his emotions in complete turmoil, he gritted his teeth and went out to watch a movie with He Chu San. He Chu San laid three videotapes in front of him and told him to choose one. By habit, Xia Liu Yi casually pointed to the cover with the most blood. A horror movie ought to be bloody enough to have some impact.
It was not a horror movie at all, but an erotic supernatural melodrama. The originally gentle heroine and her husband had once been deeply in love. Later, the husband took a mistress and grew cold toward her. Heartbroken, the heroine jumped to her death, then returned as a vengeful ghost to seek revenge on her husband and his mistress. One day, the husband came home embracing his mistress, only to find the dead wife’s ghost standing in the kitchen wearing an apron, smiling gently as she simmered soup for him.
At that exact moment, He Chu San reached out and wrapped an arm around Xia Liu Yi’s waist. Xia Liu Yi had watched ghost movies for half his life without ever being frightened, yet just as he was identifying a little too closely with the scene and feeling goose bumps rise all over him, the sudden embrace sent him leaping far away. “What are you doing?”
He Chu San blinked innocently. “It’s a little scary. Let me hug you.”
“Scary, my ass!” Xia Liu Yi snapped. You’re the scary one, you little bastard!
Xia Liu Yi sat back down with a dark expression. He Chu San persistently stuck himself to him again. Xia Liu Yi did not know whether to move away—dodging him would make his guilty conscience obvious, yet staying put made his heart pound—so he sat there rigidly while He Chu San embraced him. He Chu San nuzzled his face against Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder as usual, then suddenly burst out laughing.
“Hahaha… hahaha!” His laughter grew louder and louder.
Every hair on Xia Liu Yi’s body stood on end. “What are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine today?”
He Chu San sat upright, paused the videotape, and laughed until tears gathered in his eyes. “What are you doing, Brother Liu Yi? You’ve been looking at me like I’m a ghost all day. What exactly is wrong with you?”
Xia Liu Yi glared at him, face dark, but could not answer.
“Is it because of that new colleague surnamed Qin? The one who looks a lot like Boss Azure Dragon?” He Chu San was frighteningly perceptive and went straight to the heart of the matter.
“…” Xia Liu Yi still could not speak. His brow merely furrowed.
He Chu San lowered his head and laughed twice more. “Haha. You really thought I’d throw a tantrum after seeing him? When have I ever had the nerve to lose my temper with you?”
Plenty of times! Little bastard! Your nerve reaches the heavens! Xia Liu Yi’s inner drum thundered furiously.
“I already knew about him,” He Chu San said with a smile. “I knew from the first time he came to the company looking for you. I’m one of the company’s ‘advisers,’ after all. I also know you met him in prison and that he once saved your life. I can’t thank him enough. Why would I get angry because of him?”
Xia Liu Yi’s expression cleared, and the tension in his heart eased slightly. Even so, he snorted and continued stubbornly complaining. “Who the hell knows what you’re thinking? You little bastard! Your stomach is full of schemes! You’ve been smiling like some damned ghost all day…”
He Chu San touched his own face. “Have I been smiling all day?”
“Yes!”
He Chu San smiled again. “Because I’m happy. Today is a special day.”
“What day?” What ridiculous anniversary is it this time?
“You’ll find out in a little while.” He Chu San looked delighted, his smiling eyes narrowing into crescents. “But before that—since I apparently occupy such a huge vat of jealousy in your imagination, I think I ought to throw a little tantrum tonight.”
He abruptly caught Xia Liu Yi by the wrist and pulled hard, pinning him down on the sofa. Looking down at him, he put on a mournful expression and began performing. “Actually, whenever I think about how he used to spend every morning and evening with you while I slept alone outside, I really do feel a little upset. How about compensating me tonight?”
Recently, Xia Liu Yi had become particularly cooperative with such teasing. He never refused when He Chu San provoked him like this. Raising one eyebrow with a wicked little laugh, he suddenly caught He Chu San’s wrist in return, flipped their positions, and straddled his waist.
“Compensate you with what? How many cigarettes do you want tonight, hmm?” he asked with an evil grin.
He Chu San raised his head slightly and whispered something beside Xia Liu Yi’s ear. Xia Liu Yi froze, and the tips of his ears rapidly turned crimson.
He awkwardly released He Chu San and tried to get up and run, only for He Chu San to drag him back. They rolled together across the sofa, and the moment their lips met—like golden wind meeting jade dew—they clung to each other and could no longer bear to part.
Outside the window, the night sky was deep blue and the moonlight shone golden. Beside the bed, the two coconut-shell dolls detected a faint vibration, and the little wooden sticks between their legs began swaying gently.
Naked, Xia Liu Yi lay immersed in the moonlight. Beads of water as large as beans clung to his tanned chest as it rose and fell—some left over from the bath, others newly formed sweat. He had already climaxed once while bathing together with He Chu San, and the languid comfort after release had soaked him from the tips of his hair to his toes. Yet He Chu San’s lips continued wandering over his body, steadily stirring desire anew. The night had only just begun.
Lying on the soft bedding, Xia Liu Yi relaxed and spread his limbs, letting He Chu San kiss slowly down the central line of his abdomen until he reached his navel. He Chu San parted his lips around the hollow and sucked lightly, his wet tongue sliding downward along the groove beneath it. Xia Liu Yi’s breathing quickened. Turning his head restlessly, he spotted the two offensively inappropriate dolls beside the bed.
“Damn it! Why did you bring those things in here?” He grabbed He Chu San by the hair and pulled until he caught his ear, forcing him to pause. He Chu San raised his head, glanced at the dolls, then slid his tongue once across Xia Liu Yi’s already rigid cock. Without stopping the teasing, he switched to his fingers and continued playing with him. “They’re pretty unusual. Aren’t they supposed to sit beside the bed?”
“Bullshit, you…” Xia Liu Yi gasped again under his touch. Even now, he still had enough presence of mind to worry about those two obscene dolls. “Take them outside!”
He Chu San straightened and spread Xia Liu Yi’s long legs farther apart. Looking at the entrance below his slick, toyed-with cock, fluttering faintly as it contracted, he said, “No.”
“What did you say?” Boss Xia glared at him. You’re rebelling against me now?!
“A day this wonderful needs witnesses. I invited them to watch.”
“Damn you—ngh…” Xia Liu Yi had not finished cursing when He Chu San pressed a finger inside him. His voice trembled, and his body instinctively tightened around it.
“Relax. Don’t you like ‘smoking’? You’re ‘smoking’ right now.”
“Bullshit. Usually you’re the one smoking.”
He Chu San chuckled. Leaning over him, he pushed two fingers inside and stirred deeper. Hot breath brushed Xia Liu Yi’s ear as he whispered, “That’s right. Usually I use my mouth to help you smoke. Today, will you use the ‘mouth’ below to smoke me?”
Xia Liu Yi flushed from head to toe. He grabbed a pillow to hit him, but had barely raised it when his arm trembled and dropped again. The little bastard had pressed against the sensitive place deep inside him. Xia Liu Yi’s legs shook and spread farther apart, while his hips twitched slightly toward He Chu San. “Little bastard… slow down…”
He Chu San not only refused to slow down, but lowered his head and took one of Xia Liu Yi’s already hardened nipples into his mouth. He sucked firmly at the taut muscle, the little nipple flicking against his tongue. Xia Liu Yi let out a loud moan he could not suppress and covered his face with the pillow, his entire body flushing red.
Without stopping his relentless torment of Boss Xia’s extremely sensitive nipples, He Chu San freed one hand and felt between the mattress and bed frame. He pulled out a brand-new little blue bottle, generously poured more than half of it into his palm, spread the slick liquid between Xia Liu Yi’s thighs, rubbed twice, then forced four fingers inside in one motion. Xia Liu Yi’s waist immediately tensed. His left hand still held the pillow over his face, while his trembling right hand caught He Chu San’s other hand. “Slow down. Don’t…”
He Chu San turned his wrist and caught Xia Liu Yi’s hand instead, entwining their fingers and pinning it beside his head. Xia Liu Yi’s face remained hidden under the pillow, but that did not matter—his ear was still exposed. Smiling, He Chu San moved upward until their bare chests pressed and rubbed together. His breath lingered beside Brother Liu Yi’s ear while his fingers continued opening him. In a hoarse voice, he laughed. “I can’t afford to go slowly, Brother Liu Yi. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. I’ve waited so long I’m practically becoming celibate like you.”
Xia Liu Yi panted rapidly, entirely occupied with enduring the fingers boring and stirring through him like an octopus. He had no attention left to answer, much less curse him.
“I was afraid you’d be uncomfortable, so I never dared before.” The fox king chuckled wickedly, finally revealing his enormous tail. “But look at you now. Not only are you perfectly comfortable, you’re so comfortable you’re leaking water.”
He suddenly pulled all his fingers out. The inner walls clung and sucked at them unwillingly before finally releasing them with a wet pop, drawing out the lubricant he had pushed inside. It spilled damply across the bedding—was that not “water” flowing out?
Xia Liu Yi’s face burned so fiercely he felt ready to explode. Humiliated and furious, he threw away the pillow and opened his mouth to curse. He Chu San immediately thrust his fingers back inside and rubbed hard against his sensitive spot. Boss Xia’s curses transformed once again into moans. He threw his head back through clenched teeth as the fox king surnamed He continued licking his nipples and laughing while pushing his luck.
“See? Not only do you leak water, you suck me in too. Every time I pull back, you clamp down and won’t let me—”
Before he could finish, Xia Liu Yi brutally slapped a hand over his mouth, gripping the entire lower half of his face. He Chu San shook his head but could not break free. Helplessly, he mumbled into Xia Liu Yi’s palm, “Brother Liu Yi, you’re ruining the fun. This is part of the mood.”
With a ferocious expression, Xia Liu Yi dragged He Chu San’s face down until their lips almost touched. Breathing against his mouth, he snarled, “You can play your games, but don’t play with your Boss! Little bastard, shut your mouth!”
He Chu San gave him an exceptionally aggrieved look and still tried to argue. “If I close my mouth, how am I supposed to kiss—mmph!”
Xia Liu Yi abruptly sealed his lips, biting and kissing him fiercely several times. The instant their mouths separated, before He Chu San could even catch his breath, Xia Liu Yi wrapped both long legs around his waist, hooked his arms around his neck, and flipped them over. Now on top, he glared viciously down at him.
After glaring for a moment, Xia Liu Yi bent down and kissed He Chu San again. His right hand wrapped around He Chu San’s already hard cock and freely stroked and teased him. Taking command and working him up and down, he issued an order with all the dignity of a Boss. “Enough nonsense. If you want to do it, hurry up.”
He Chu San’s eyes widened. Too excited to waste another word, he seized Xia Liu Yi’s proudly raised, moonlit ass with both foxlike paws. Starting with a position this wild for your first time? Boss, when you play, you really go all out.
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