The two squeezed into the bathroom to let “A-Er” and “A-Si” play happily together for a while. Then, they retreated to the bedroom to provide “A-Si” with a warm and humid space for exercise.
For some reason, tonight, He Chu San abandoned his usual cautious and prudent approach. From the very beginning, he gripped and kneaded Xia Liu Yi’s buttock cheeks, thrusting inside with a fierce intensity. His movements were violent and eager, colliding incessantly as if driven by a motor. Xia Liu Yi lay prone on the pillow, his moans sharp and unrestrained. Sweat beads seeped from his bare skin, which was densely covered in old scars, slowly trickling down with the swaying of his frame to collect in the two small, exquisite dimples of his lower back. His upturned backside followed He Chu San’s rhythm closely, the tight entrance gradually becoming drenched, swollen, and lewd from the friction. The sight intensified He Chu San’s lust, making his lower body even more aggressive. In his daze, Xia Liu Yi felt as though he were being cleaved in two by that intense heat. Unable to endure it, he grabbed the pillow and cried out, forced for the first time to call for a halt.
“Slower, ah… damn brat… no more…”
He Chu San reached down to touch the place where they were joined, his hand coming away slick and greasy. He moved forward to knead Xia Liu Yi’s testicles, laughing with an unmistakable tone, “No more what? You’re so excited that you’re leaking water.”
Of course, it wasn’t Xia Liu Yi who “leaked”; it was the lubricant that had been squeezed in earlier. Xia Liu Yi was furious and ashamed, hurling incoherent curses at him, but he was thrust so hard he could barely catch his breath. Sensations of climax exploded within him like fireworks. Drenched in sweat, he could only muffle his cries against the pillow, trembling uncontrollably.
He Chu San flipped him over and pressed him against the headboard for a face-to-face impalement. His swollen nipples were once again heavily gnawed and sucked by lips and teeth. He Chu San deliberately avoided touching Xia Liu Yi’s erect member, instead trapping it between their abdomens to grind it while simultaneously gripping and kneading his lower back and buttocks with great force. The deep, driving thrusts felt as though they were reaching into his very stomach.
Being invaded with such unprecedented ferocity and dominance, Xia Liu Yi’s body turned soft with heat, and his scalp tingled. He clawed at He Chu San’s shoulders and back, his mouth open but unable to utter a single coherent word, only broken, intermittent gasps.
He Chu San pinned him to the bed for a brutal round of labor. After a brief rest, he carried him to the sofa and seated Xia Liu Yi atop him to thrust upward from below. Xia Liu Yi straddled him, gasping incessantly. He Chu San deliberately kept his entries shallow, poking and prodding only at his sensitive spots.
He was toyed with until his toes curled, and his legs shook so much he could find no leverage, nearly sliding off the sofa.
“Stop, stop… A’San… A’San…”
He Chu San finally ceased his movements. Seeing the way Xia Liu Yi called his name with vacant eyes while pleading for mercy, he found him so adorable he could go mad. He smiled and kissed the sweat on Xia’s forehead.
Xia Liu Yi, exhausted and unable to muster the energy to retaliate against He Chu San’s mocking grin, swallowed hard. The earlier gasp had left his throat parched, as if it were on the verge of smoking. “Are you truly recovered from your illness?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
He Chu San, sensing his thoughts, smiled slightly. “Of course,” he replied. “It’s been nearly two weeks.”
Xia Liu Yi’s trembling hand reached out to feel He Chu San’s solid chest. He pinched the abdominal muscles on his waist, which seemed even more defined. A surge of suspicion coursed through him. Damn it, this kid was either sick or sat in an office all day—where did he get this strength?!
“Don’t underestimate me, Brother Liu Yi,” He Chu San said, his voice laced with a hint of exasperation. “To hell with you, I’ve worked very hard indeed.”
The hardships he had endured were truly beyond words. A year ago today, when the two of them first engaged in intimate activities, that failed princess carry had deeply wounded He Chu San’s pride as a “top”. Since then, he had gritted his teeth and intensified his physical training, determined to shed the title of “weakling” and master various erotic positions. Practicing Taiji in his spare time was insufficient to satisfy his ultimate goal of “eating the Big Boss clean”. Whenever he could squeeze out the time, he would go to the gym two to three times a week and jog for an hour a day. He even hid dumbbells, ab-rollers, push-up stands, and a change of athletic wear in his office, training in the gaps between work tasks. He sighed while eating egg whites and chicken breast, enduring all of it just to successfully pull off a standing carry position in the end…
Ashamed and annoyed, Xia Liu Yi raised a hand to slap He Chu San, but the wicked thrust he delivered turned his swinging hand into a desperate embrace around He Chu San’s neck. Xia Liu Yi began to gasp violently again.
After completing this round, He Chu San intended to take Xia Liu Yi to try the long-planned standing carry position. Xia Liu Yi was on the verge of tears—having been injured twice in the past year, his constitution was already frail. Add to that the recent turmoil of a breakup and reconciliation, he was mentally exhausted and had neglected his training. His physical strength was significantly diminished, and today, He Chu San relentlessly and savagely worked him over. His entire body was limp and aching, his backside felt like it was on fire, and he was at his wit’s end! He had to summon his authority as a Big Boss to command the man to put him down immediately and return “A’Si” to its rightful place!
He Chu San was still unsatisfied. “Before, we could clearly go a few more rounds…”
“You weren’t this fierce before!” Xia Liu Yi barked with a raspy voice.
He Chu San chuckled. “Are you praising my progress, Brother Liu Yi?”
Xia Liu Yi was unsure if he was facing a continuously upgraded “Third Generation Brat” or the true nature of the long-disguised “Best Actor He”. He only felt that the man was like a Great Fox King with a mouth full of fangs and an evil smile; if he didn’t resist now, he would be torn apart and devoured whole.
“I really can’t!” Xia Liu Yi exclaimed. “I have to go to the company tomorrow.”
“I’ll drive you there.”
“Damn it, are you going to carry me into the office too?!”
“Why not… Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts! Don’t pull, don’t pull…”
Xia Liu Yi let go with a huff. He Chu San was forcibly downgraded back to a “First Generation Weakling Brat,” rubbing his ear with a piteous expression. “Brat Liu Yi, can we negotiate something?”
“What?”
“Next time, can you switch sides when you pinch me? I looked in the mirror and found my right earlobe is bigger than my left. Ahhh! It hurts! I meant next time! Next time…”
Five minutes later, a miserable He Chu San clutched his now-symmetrical ears and obediently followed Xia Liu Yi to the bath.
Xia Liu Yi refused to be carried and walked ahead, his every step leaving his waist aching and his legs weak. He Chu San followed behind, his mind filled with lustful thoughts, struggling to restrain himself. As Xia Liu Yi approached the showerhead, reaching out tiredly to turn on the water, he suddenly felt a scorching gaze from behind. He turned around to find He Chu San standing there with a blood-surged “A-Si,” looking at him helplessly.
He was both annoyed and amused. “You can get hard just by walking?”
“Don’t worry about it,” He Chu San said helplessly. He took a bath lily from the shelf, intending to scrub Xia Liu Yi’s back, but his hand was pressed down by Xia Liu Yi. Xia Liu Yi sighed in resignation, snatched the bath lily, tossed it aside, and leaned in to kiss him.
He followed the line of He Chu San’s jaw and neck, kissing downward to his chest, navel, and the thicket below his abdomen. Finally, he knelt on the floor and took He Chu San into his mouth.
He Chu San’s breath hitched with excitement. With furrowed brows, he watched with rapt devotion as Xia Liu Yi’s head moved up and down. His tensed member swelled a fraction larger against the back of the other’s throat. Xia Liu Yi paused uncomfortably, swallowed hard, and made a renewed effort to take him deeper.
He sucked and caressed He Chu San clumsily, lacking any technique, yet with the utmost tenderness and all the strength he could muster. For He Chu San, merely seeing him like this stirred his emotions beyond measure. He couldn’t help but thread his fingers through Xia’s hair, desperately restraining the urge to press down on his head and force a deeper entry. Instead, he settled for a restless stroking of the back of his skull.
Before ejaculating, He Chu San pulled himself out. With a sharp, low growl, strands of white turbidity sprayed across Xia Liu Yi’s face. Xia Liu Yi closed his eyes and endured it, not flinching in the slightest.
Once the peak of the orgasm subsided, He Chu San wordlessly crouched down and pulled Xia Liu Yi into a tight embrace, burying his head in Xia’s shoulder.
Xia Liu Yi hugged him back, lightly patting the top of his head. “Damn brat, are you comfortable now?”
He Chu San held him so tightly that the strength in his arms made Xia Liu Yi’s back ache. Only after a long silence did he whisper, “Brother Liu Yi, I love you so much.”
“Mm.”
“I really love you so much.”
“Mm.”
“Don’t hate me. Don’t leave me.”
Xia Liu Yi chuckled, turning his head to kiss the other’s crimson earlobe. “Silly boy, how could I?”
… Xia Liu Yi woke in the faint light of dawn. With squinted eyes, he reached out beside him and caught He Chu San, who was lying on his side, secretly watching him. He pulled the chuckling He Chu San into his arms. “How long have you been awake?”
“Just now.”
“What are you looking at me for?”
“Looking at you… you have eye-crust.”
“Get lost!”
He Chu San’s chest shook with laughter as he leaned in to kiss him. “No eye-crust, no eye-crust. You’re a handsome guy no matter how I look at you. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Whatever.”
“Alright then, I’ll go make some ‘Whatever’.” He Chu San gave him two more nips before reluctantly climbing out of bed.
Xia Liu Yi stretched his limbs wide under the covers, still feeling the ache in his waist and a faint numbness in his backside. Lazily rubbing his eyes, he discovered there was indeed a mood-killing clump of eye-crust.
“…”
Fine, fine. A handsome guy is only human; which handsome guy doesn’t have eye-crust?
Xia Liu Yi eventually dragged himself out of bed, shuffled into the bathroom in his slippers for a thorough wash, and came out to eat breakfast. He Chu San had prepared two large plates of “Whatever”: fried eggs, French sausages, boiled potatoes, small chunks of apple and tomato, accompanied by two glasses of milk. The two sat together for a warm, cozy meal. He Chu San tied Xia Liu Yi’s necktie and draped his coat over him before seeing him to the door.
“Have you notified Kevin? When is he coming to fetch you?” Xia Liu Yi asked while fastening his cufflinks as he prepared to leave.
“He’ll be here in a moment,” He Chu San said. “I have to go to my own company today. I have a lunch meeting with a client, so I won’t come to see you.”
“Mm.”
Xia Liu Yi turned toward the hallway but was pulled back by He Chu San. He Chu San pulled him into a brief kiss; the feeling of being tightly restricted was fleeting.
“See you tonight,” He Chu San said with a smile as he let go.
…
When Xia Liu Yi later recalled that scene, he remembered the reluctance hidden within He Chu San’s smile and the slight trembling of his arms. He also remembered the warmth that lingered on his lips upon waking, the hidden sorrow when He Chu San said “Don’t hate me, don’t leave me,” the unusual intensity of their passion that night, and the complex look in He Chu San’s eyes when he had looked at Master Qiao.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed any omens; he simply hadn’t wanted to speculate or doubt He Chu San in that direction—not even a little bit.
Everything that happened later that day remained vivid in his mind even a long, long time afterward, as distinct as the frames of a picture book.
On that morning, Cui Dong Dong arrived at the head office to prepare the command for the day’s operation with Qin Hao. They had planned five different transaction times and locations. Cui Dong Dong was to lead Qin Hao, Tiger Head, Black Chicken, Big Crab, and Snake Sister to their respective spots. Along the way, they would pretend to step out to take a call, giving the mole an opportunity to notify their handler. Whoever acted suspiciously or whose transaction spot saw police presence would be the mole.
However, before the first call could be made, a bodyguard knocked and brought in Xiao Luo.
“Someone shoved an envelope through our front door,” Xiao Luo said. “I looked at the contents and felt something was wrong, so I rushed it over.”
Cui Dong Dong took the envelope in confusion and shook out a photograph—in a dimly lit corner of a disco, Qin Hao and Xie Jia Hua were sitting at the same table, drinking and talking.
A bone-chilling cold shot ran down his spine to his toes. He stood frozen, speechless.
Cui Dong Dong was even more shocked. “Who sent this?!”
“They rang the bell and bolted,” Xiao Luo said. “Not a trace of them.”
He snatched the photo and charged out the door, intending to confront Qin Hao himself. But just as he stepped into the corridor, the piercing wail of a police siren suddenly rang out!
“What’s happening?!” he asked the bodyguards who were running toward him in a panic.
A’Nan, running at the front, grabbed him urgently and shoved him toward the emergency exit. “The police are here! They’re here to arrest you and Boss Dong Dong!”
A massive force of police, led by Xie Jia Hua, had surrounded the headquarters building, brandishing search warrants and arrest warrants. Cui Dong Dong, Xiao Luo, A’Nan, and A’Mao reached the secret basement via the emergency exit and escaped the surrounded building through a hidden tunnel. They were breathless and in a wretched state.
On their way, they received a call from a subordinate: every company under the Xiao Qi Hall, including his and Cui Dong Dong’s private assets, was being simultaneously cordoned off and searched by the police.
“It’s Qin Hao!” Cui Dong Dong exclaimed. “He must have stolen crucial evidence! I must immediately head to the ‘Finance Room’ to destroy the old records. You should go to the safe house at the pier first. I’ll meet you later!”
He recalled the leader’s ledger, located at the Azure Dragon villa, which was also a property under his name. The police might eventually search it and discover the ledger hidden in the sofa.
“I have matters to attend to as well,” he informed Cui Dong Dong. “Split up. See you at the safe house.”
They were certain that Qin Hao was behind the entire incident. This traitor, seeing his identity about to be exposed, had alerted the police to close in. Sitting in the back of the car, he couldn’t help but reflect on the past moments spent with Qin Hao and the trust he had shown him just yesterday. A wave of uncontrollable grief and fury washed over him.
Traffic was congested during the day, so the car constantly maneuvered through narrow alleys, overtaking other vehicles, running red lights, and weaving left and right as it drove into the Kowloon City district.
Suddenly, A’Nan’s phone rang. He answered hurriedly. After hanging up, he said nervously, “Boss, Kevin reported that Mr. He suddenly coughed up blood and fainted at the office. He’s been rushed to the hospital.”
It felt as if a massive boulder had exploded in his ears. He looked up and saw that the road ahead split into two paths—the left led to the seaside villa, while the right led to Gaau Sing Hospital.
Dark memories, filled with the smell of blood, flooded his mind:
“The vital organs weren’t hit, he’s been sent to the hospital!”
“She… after she stabbed the Boss, she jumped from the villa roof…”
Four years ago, on that late night, he had made a fateful decision at this very fork in the road, leading to a lifetime of regret. He had witnessed the lifeless body by the pool and the unblinking eyes of the man on the hospital bed, unable to save anyone.
The nerves in his neck throbbed violently, and his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Terror enveloped him like a landslide or a tsunami, causing him to lose his voice instantly. “Go… go…” he shouted.
A’Mao, driving, couldn’t hear him clearly. “Boss, where are you going?”
“To the hospital! To the hospital!” he burst out, his voice tearing. “Give me the phone! Call Dong Dong!”
The car veered onto the right road, heading towards Gaau Sing Hospital. A’Nan scrambled to dial Cui Dong Dong’s backup number and picked up the handset. “Where are you? Are you safe?”
“I’ve reached the Finance Room; the police haven’t searched here yet,” Cui Dong Dong replied. On the other end, the sound of splashing gasoline could be heard. “I’ll be done in a moment. What’s wrong?”
“Something happened to A’San. I’m going to the hospital,” he said, trying to steady his hand so the handset wouldn’t fall. “Go get the ledger immediately. If you can, move it; if not, burn it.”
“Alright, I understand,” Cui Dong Dong answered quickly. “What happened to A’San?”
“Suddenly, he fainted, and they exclaimed, ‘He coughed up blood!’ How could someone cough up blood out of nowhere?” His voice trembled. He was like an anxious, out-of-control child seeking help from a family member. Azure Dragon, Xiao Man, and even Xiao Ma were all gone—Cui Dong Dong was truly his only remaining kin in this world.
“Don’t be nervous,” Cui Dong Dong soothed him. “Perhaps he’s simply too tired. Nothing will happen. Leave the ledger to me; just ensure your safety.”
He struggled to control his breathing. “Good. You stay safe too.”
He rushed to the hospital, burst out of the elevator, and hurried toward He Chu San’s ward. Kevin and several bodyguards stood watch at the door and by the bed, stepping aside to clear a path for him. He saw He Chu San lying on the bed and rushed forward to touch his cold face and check his forehead.
“What’s wrong with him? What’s the illness?” he asked urgently. “A’San? A’San!”
He Chu San opened his eyes; his dark pupils were deep as the sea. Xia Liu Yi felt a chill behind his shoulder as a needle was injected into him.
He opened his mouth but made no sound; he offered no resistance as he slowly collapsed into He Chu San’s arms.
Until the moment he completely lost consciousness, he never once blamed He Chu San, nor did he believe that He Chu San would do anything to harm him. He simply couldn’t understand the look in He Chu San’s eyes. He simply did not understand why.
Bone-piercing cold and endless darkness—such was the final page of this picture book.
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