Xia Liu Yi stood before the bathroom mirror, not even bothering to dry the water clinging to his body. With a bird’s nest of messy hair and squinted eyes, he cautiously brandished a pair of scissors, attempting to trim his own fringe.
Cui Dong Dong had just returned from a fishing trip. Humming a tune, she pushed open the bathroom door to wash her hands, only to collide eyes with the Boss’s bare backside. She let out an instantaneous shriek! Xia Liu Yi’s hand jerked—snip!—a massive chunk of hair fell away, leaving him with an inverted concave-shaped fringe.
“……” “……”
In the kitchen, Xiao Ma was expertly tossing a wok while Xiao Luo assisted by chopping vegetables at the cutting board. Suddenly, they heard a cacophony of cursing from outside. Xiao Luo rolled her eyes in annoyance and nudged Xiao Ma. Xiao Ma cut the flame and rushed out to investigate—only to see the Boss wrapped in a single bath towel, sporting an inverted concave mushroom-cut on his forehead, roaring as he chased the Lady Boss with a pair of scissors. The Lady Boss was sprinting in circles around the sofa, firing back, “You didn’t lock the door! How was I supposed to know you were in there? Why are you taking a bath right before dinner anyway?! Are you still chasing me?! Your towel is falling off!”
“Boss, Boss, forget it, forget it!” Xiao Ma rushed over to mediate. “A peaceful home brings prosperity, a peaceful home brings prosperity!”
“Peaceful my ass! Look at my head! What am I supposed to do now?!” Xia Liu Yi bellowed.
“Why were you preening in the mirror like a vain peacock anyway? Just go find Uncle Wang at the village entrance tomorrow to fix it,” the Lady Boss said.
“Fix my ass!” Xia Liu Yi’s eyes were red with frantic desperation. Xiao Ma quickly pulled the Lady Boss aside and whispered a few words. She let out a surprised “Oh??” followed by an enlightened “Oh!!”, then shrugged at the Boss and offered a very sincere apology. “Boss, I was wrong! I’m sorry! I just got back; I didn’t know you were going to meet your beau tonight. But, ahem, you shouldn’t have cut it yourself in the first place, not with your skills…”
Xia Liu Yi glanced at the floor clock in the corner. He shot her an angry, anxious glare, hitched up his sagging towel, and strode back into the bathroom. Cui Dong Dong hammered on the door after him, trying to salvage their crumbling friendship. “Boss, don’t panic! Put on some pants and come out; I’ll help you trim it. Back at the Tan Xiang Pavilion, I used to help all those pretty little girls cut their bangs…”
The door finally creaked open a while later. Xia Liu Yi emerged dressed in a sharp, crisp set of casual clothes. His physique was dashing, his hairstyle was idiotic, and his face was as black as charcoal. “Truly?”
Cui Dong Dong swore an oath, “Truly.”
At sunset, a secluded and deserted little beach lay at the southern end of Hong Kong Island. The beach was small and narrow; as night approached, the sea breeze blew inward with increasing ferocity. The tide surged wave after wave, “crash—crash—” striking the rocks on either side of the sand.
A few scattered tourists, unable to withstand the wind and tide, had all departed. Beside the empty beach, only a single Jeep sat quietly by the roadside. The driver sat alone inside, dressed as heavily as a secret agent—black shirt, black gloves, a black mask, and a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He reclined in his seat, facing the sky as if asleep.
The last pair of lovers walked hand-in-hand out of the beach area. The driver sat up, removed his sunglasses and mask, and pulled off his leather gloves. He checked his face in the rearview mirror; his slightly pale and haggard complexion could not hide his earnest anticipation. A vast expanse of burning clouds ignited at the horizon where the sea met the sky, their brilliant colors reflected in his pitch-black eyes.
Someone rapped “thump-thump” on the driver’s side window. He turned his head and immediately broke into a smile more radiant than the sunset clouds.
He unlocked the car. Xia Liu Yi pulled open the door, crashing into that smile along with the glow of the sunset. He pressed the man back into the seat, and their lips met in an impatient, desperate kiss.
He Chu San kissed him while caressing Xia Liu Yi’s face. When his hand reached the baseball cap on Xia Liu Yi’s head, he couldn’t help but chuckle—Brother Liu Yi was dressed in a flashy set of casual clothes today with a baseball cap worn backward. He looked like a Hip-Hop idol singer, both handsome and incredibly cute.
He laughed out loud, but Xia Liu Yi suddenly covered his eyes. Still feeling uneasy, Xia Liu Yi fished a pre-prepared necktie from his pocket and tied it directly around the back of the man’s head.
“Brother Liu Yi?”
“Don’t move.”
“Are you hurt?” He Chu San’s sensitive mind immediately began to wander toward dark thoughts as he reached out to grope around. Xia Liu Yi took the opportunity to pin his wrists, pulled out another necktie, and bound them together.
“Brother Liu Yi? What are you doing?” He Chu San was led out of the driver’s seat by the tie around his wrists and pushed into the back seat. The car door slammed shut. He Chu San was pressed down onto the seat; without a shred of wariness, he continued to fret with a dazed expression, “Is something wrong…”
Xia Liu Yi bit down on his Adam’s apple, cutting off his words, then followed with a hot, passionate kiss that forced the rest of his questions back into his stomach. Caught off guard, He Chu San was kissed breathless. He heard Xia Liu Yi mutter into his ear, “Silly boy, I’m not hurt.”
“I want to see you. We haven’t met in so long.”
“Look after we’re done.”
“Done? Eh?” Only then did He Chu San realize his pants had already been stripped off. “Too—too fast, isn’t it? Brother Liu—Liu Yi, ah!”
In the darkness, he let out a sharp gasp as he was enveloped by a warm, moist mouth.
He furrowed his brows, instinctively looking down, but could see nothing. He slid into the swamp of desire amidst the blackness, pleasure winding around him like tangled waterweeds. He let out a restless, almost coquettish wheeze and quickly blocked his mouth with the back of his hand. A single thought paced back and forth in his mind: Next time I’m going to do this to Brother Liu Yi too. Yes, blindfold him and do him against a mirror.
The suction and caresses from below were passionate, tender, and urgent, making him lose himself in excitement in a very short time. He imagined Xia Liu Yi with his hands bound and eyes covered, pressed against a mirror and being fucked until he was drenched in fluids… Not long after, he covered his own mouth tightly and released his load with a low growl.
Xia Liu Yi lay slumped between his legs; for a moment, there was no movement. He Chu San felt for his face, touching the moisture at the corner of his mouth. “Hurry and spit it out.”
“Swallowed it.”
“What?”
“I’ll let you taste it too.”
The following kiss carried a hint of bitterness and salt. The two of them urgently explored each other’s bodies. He Chu San still wanted to lift the tie from his face, but he was pinned down with his hands held above him, his recently satisfied member being played with and caressed eagerly. He Chu San groaned softly, feeling as though his Brother Liu Yi were some local tyrant forcing himself on a helpless village boy. He couldn’t help but wonder: if his father saw this, how many legs would he break?
“Don’t get distracted.” Xia Liu Yi bit his earlobe.
“I want to see you.”
“Look after we’re done.”
“Wha—I haven’t even—ah…” He was quickly mounted again.
With his hands pinned above his head, He Chu San twisted his waist to be taken at will. As he was squeezed and enveloped by that long-awaited moist, tight passage, he let out a pained yet intoxicated gasp: Heavens, it’s so wet. Brother Liu Yi used the little blue bottle before coming. Didn’t it leak into his underwear on the way? He must have had to clench his backside very tight.
Xia Liu Yi, riding on top, suddenly felt the man swell even larger inside him. He couldn’t help but let out a low gasp and arched his back, propping his hands beside the man’s head, taking him in with shallow thrusts. He heard Xia Liu Yi’s heavy breathing above him. “You damn brat… even drove a Jeep… huff… back seat is big enough, eh? Just for this?”
“It’s not… mm…”
“It’s not?”
He Chu San was given a fierce squeeze from within, nearly losing his composure on the spot. With a flushed face, he felt Xia Liu Yi’s chest and stuttered his confession, “It—it is, but I—I didn’t think it would be this fast…”
“Heh heh heh.” Xia Liu Yi let out a triumphant, soft laugh. In the enclosed cabin, the echo sounded exceptionally deep and seductive. He untied the tie around He Chu San’s wrists. In the darkness, He Chu San couldn’t wait to touch him, feeling his damp, trembling inner thighs and his lean, powerful waist, pulling him down by the hips. Xia Liu Yi pressed his body down with the movement; the moment they were perfectly joined at the deepest point, both felt a shiver like an electric shock and embraced each other uncontrollably.
He Chu San thrust powerfully dozens of times, then gasped as he pulled himself out and flipped over to pin Xia Liu Yi beneath him. This movement caused the baseball cap on Xia Liu Yi’s head to fall off with a soft clatter. He Chu San instinctively reached for the tie on his face again, but was held down by Xia Liu Yi. “Not allowed. You can only look when we’re done.”
He Chu San didn’t understand why, but he still gave a submissive, gentle smile. That long-absent, shy innocence made Xia Liu Yi’s veteran face burn with heat, and his lower half hardened until it was ramrod straight. He covered his face restlessly, yet couldn’t help but peek through the gaps of his fingers at He Chu San. He Chu San hoisted one of Xia Liu Yi’s legs over his shoulder and leaned down toward him with a smile. The flexibility from his martial arts training made this pose effortless for Xia Liu Yi; he parted his lips slightly to welcome He Chu San’s kiss. A scalding heat then surged into his body; his soul was touched at its softest point, and from the depths of his throat, he let out a low, raspy sigh…
The burning clouds at the horizon gradually faded. The moonlight faintly emerged from the other direction, staining the dark blue night sky with a pale golden glow. The tide continued to strike the sand wave after wave, surging forward and sweeping away. Under the faint moonlight, the Jeep by the beach rocked urgently and slightly up and down, the creaking of the tires drowned out by the sound of the sea.
The two clung to each other, breathing heavily. The night wind whistled against the windows. Fearing Xia Liu Yi would catch a cold, He Chu San propped himself up, intending to fetch a blanket from the trunk. In the process, he instinctively reached to pull the tie from his face.
“Don’t…” Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-slicked arms circled his neck, pulling him back down. He Chu San dodged the kiss with a soft laugh. “Wait a moment, I’m getting the blanket. It’s cold.”
“Don’t go.” The handsome Xia was being uncharacteristically clingy, still trying to employ his “Beauty Trap”. He Chu San finally realized something was amiss and caught his hands. “What exactly is wrong with you? Is your head injured?”
“No!” Xia Liu Yi immediately offered a stern denial. But before he could say more, He Chu San suddenly increased his strength, pinning him down with irresistible force, and snatched the tie off in one swift motion.
“…Pfft.”
“Don’t you dare laugh!”
“No, Hahahaha, so handsome, Hahahaha…”
“I’m handsome and you’re still laughing?!”
“Hahahahah…”
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