The handsome Xia Liu Yi, sporting a buzz cut with barely a centimeter of stubble, was driven to humiliated rage by the laughter. He sat up and snatched the necktie, intent on binding the man again. He Chu San dodged while laughing, “No, no, it really is handsome.” He cupped Xia Liu Yi’s face. “Let me get a good look at you.”
Warm fingers traced Xia Liu Yi’s brow bone, sliding down the bridge of his straight nose toward the corner of his lips. This face, which he had caressed countless times, held far less malice than before and much more tenderness. Yet He Chu San still let out a soft sigh as he touched a very faint bruise near the corner of his mouth. “How did this happen?”
Xia Liu Yi grunted, “A fall.”
“Hmm?”
Xia Liu Yi buried his prickly head against the man’s shoulder and changed his story in a tiny voice, “Got into a fight.”
“A fight again? Are you hurt anywhere else? And your hair—how did that happen? Did the person yank your hair?”
The “fight” had been with Inspector Xie. The hair had been butchered by Cui Dong Dong and subsequently shaved out of necessity. Xia Liu Yi couldn’t explain it all in a moment, so he simply gave up and slumped against He Chu San, acting uncharacteristically clingy. “I’ll tell you later. I’m cold.”
“…” He was actually acting spoiled!
Caught between laughter and tears, He Chu San sat up and fished two blankets from the back. Xia Liu Yi insisted on sharing the same one; the two huddled together, touching and kissing. It wasn’t long before Xia Liu Yi threw back the blanket and mounted He Chu San. Feeling that mere touching wasn’t enough, he began stripping off their shirts.
“Weren’t you cold?”
“It’ll get hot once you’re inside.”
“…” Fine. Brother Liu Yi was more turbulent than the sea outside tonight. If he didn’t get his fill of “exercise,” there would be no proper talking. Might as well sacrifice his essence to accompany him!
Before long, the Jeep began to rock violently once more.
After several bouts of passion, Xia Liu Yi was kneeling against the seatback, his hips gripped as He Chu San thrust powerfully from behind. This was entirely different from the gentle tenderness of the previous round; the relentless, fierce impacts felt as though they would shatter his very soul. Xia Liu Yi gasped sharply, looking down at his trembling abdomen—the hard heat inside felt as though it truly intended to pierce through him and reach his stomach.
“A’San… A’San…” He pressed his forehead against his right arm, moaning and shuddering with every impact. He Chu San’s broad arms enveloped him from behind, his left hand sliding down Xia Liu Yi’s left arm to lace their fingers together. Feeling the tremors in his body, he licked Xia Liu Yi’s ear and whispered, “Mm?”
“Too deep… gent—gentler…” Before he could finish, He Chu San actually withdrew from the “depths,” shifting his focus to grinding and thrusting against his sensitive spots. Xia Liu Yi let out a loud wail as waves of pleasure arrived without pause. For a time, the sound of flesh striking flesh and his moans drowned out the wind outside.
He instinctively tried to lean forward to escape, yet his rear passage swayed and tightened around the intruder. He Chu San pressed him firmly against the seatback; his erect nipples chafed against the leather, becoming hot and sore. He winced, pulling his chest back slightly, only for He Chu San to pinch one small tip, kneading and ravaging it.
“You damn brat… ah… stop, stop for a second… mm…” Xia Liu Yi wanted to elbow him but couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he struck the seat weakly in frustration. He Chu San bit his flushed cheek and let out a deep, raspy growl, “How can I feed you if I stop? You started this fire; it’s not up to you anymore.”
Xia Liu Yi’s breath hitched, and in an instant, even his voice was swallowed by his tremors. In that moment, He Chu San bit the back of his sweat-drenched neck—as if carving a mark that belonged solely to him—and let out a beast-like roar as he poured his seed into him.
Xia Liu Yi lay slumped against the seatback with his eyes closed, panting heavily. His entire body felt numb, aching, and ecstatic; it took him a long time to recover his senses. He Chu San hadn’t stopped his movements; he turned Xia Liu Yi’s face over to kiss and bite his lips, licking the faint bruise at the corner of his mouth. Xia Liu Yi knit his brows in slight pain and opened his eyes to look at him—he wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but he thought he saw a fierce, bloodshot glint in He Chu San’s eyes. One of He Chu San’s arms was clamped tightly around his waist, holding him with painful force—as if out of extreme longing, yet also like a display of aggressive conquest and obsession.
He didn’t feel afraid. On the contrary, his heart felt incredibly soft and pained for the man. He gently returned the kiss, even though he was too exhausted to catch his breath. As they kissed, he grabbed the nearby blanket and draped it over them both.
He Chu San held him tightly and continued kissing him for a long while before letting out a sigh and resting his head on Xia Liu Yi’s shoulder.
Xia Liu Yi sensed his complex, low mood. “A’San?”
“Mm,” He Chu San responded with a clingy, nasal hum.
“The hair was just Dong Dong making a mess. It had nothing to do with the fight.”
“Mm.”
“The fight was with Xie Jia Hua. He came to the door poking around, talking trash, so I thrashed him. He fought back, but it didn’t last long. Xiao Ma sent him away afterward.”
“…”
—Thrashing Inspector Xie?? You actually dared!!
“He didn’t make things difficult for you?”
“No. He was the one in the wrong.”
“Good. As long as you’re okay.”
“Are you unhappy today?”
“No, I’m very happy to see you.” He Chu San nuzzled against his shoulder. Suddenly realizing he couldn’t hide his emotions, he could only sigh, “I’ve run into some minor trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
He Chu San hesitated, remaining silent. Xia Liu Yi struggled to turn around, the sound of their bodies separating creating a soft squelch. The sudden void caused a surge of intense anxiety in his heart. He looked into He Chu San’s eyes and asked seriously, “How far have you gone? Have you met the Old Shopkeeper? Are you in danger right now?”
He Chu San looked back at him calmly. “No.”
“Don’t play a role with me. Tell me the truth.”
He Chu San gave a wry smile, realizing he’d been seen through. “There is no danger for now. It’s just that the ‘Old Shopkeeper’ Master Qiao met isn’t actually Xie Ying Jie; it’s his proxy. I need to do one more thing to earn his true trust.”
“What thing?”
He Chu San’s lips parted, and his calm expression flickered with a slight crack. “I… haven’t decided yet.”
Xia Liu Yi didn’t expose his lie. He simply grabbed the man’s hand pleadingly. “A’San, stop now! I don’t want anything else—in this whole world, I only want you!”
He Chu San shook his head with grim determination. “The arrow has left the bow; there is no turning back. Trust me, I will bring everything to an end. But the Old Shopkeeper is too paranoid. To be safe, we cannot meet again after tonight. Once everything is settled, I will come for you.”
Xia Liu Yi felt as if his heart were being twisted by a blade. “Xie Jia Hua said… it was I who ruined you.”
He Chu San smiled and touched the teeth marks he had left on the back of the man’s neck. “Don’t listen to him. It was you who loved me.”
The night grew deeper. The moon was obscured by clouds, and the tide became heavier and darker. The jagged rocks on the shore pointed straight toward the heavens, and the wild grass shivered in the gale. The Jeep’s headlights flickered on; He Chu San, now fully dressed, intended to drive Xia Liu Yi back to the main road—to avoid detection, Xia Liu Yi had parked his car in a more distant lot.
But before the car could start, Xia Liu Yi suddenly pulled open the driver’s door, hauled He Chu San out, and dragged him back into the rear seat once more.
The Jeep did not rock again. It simply sat quietly on the beach throughout the night.
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