Qin Hao was not someone with particularly outrageous ideas. At first, even something like trying a riding position felt novel and special. But as time went on and he and Kevin became more like an old married couple, Kevin proved to be someone who loved experimenting with new things, while Qin Hao was open-minded and highly receptive. Gradually, they introduced handcuffs and whips into their activities, becoming increasingly bold and uninhibited. This relationship, which had begun from a one-night stand, remained exceptionally harmonious in their nightlife.
Because Qin Hao had fulfilled his duty and protected a witness in the Xie Ying Jie case, earning a modest merit, and with Xie Jia Hua’s strong recommendation and insistence, he was transferred back to the Major Crime Unit, returning to serve under Xie Jia Hua once more. Quick-witted, agile, and deeply familiar with underworld affairs, he solved numerous difficult cases within the unit. Two years later, he was promoted to Inspector and began leading his own team.
Meanwhile, Kevin continued working under He Chu San. Through diligence, intelligence, and constant learning, he gradually transformed from a barely literate assistant into an all-capable executive secretary—a brilliant right-hand man to He Chu San.
After restructuring Xiao Qi Hall, He Chu San handed over all its business operations to Ma Ru Long, while he himself returned to the financial sector, establishing his own investment fund company. He boldly attracted large-scale investments and actively competed in the market, building his career with great ambition. This financial prodigy flourished in business, achieving remarkable success—but in matters of love, he continued to suffer devastating setbacks.
For three years, he sought out every Justice of the Peace in Hong Kong, tirelessly lobbying for Xia Liu Yi’s case, yet achieved nothing. Worse still, Xia Liu Yi, imprisoned, continued to refuse to see him, determined to sever all ties completely.
On this day, Kevin accompanied He Chu San to visit another Justice of the Peace, only to be rejected once more. He Chu San became momentarily fixated, then went straight to Stanley Prison for a visit—only to be refused by Xia Liu Yi yet again.
After leaving the prison gates, He Chu San suddenly leaned against a roadside utility pole and sat down, refusing Kevin’s support, saying he wanted to “be alone for a while.”
Kevin’s words of encouragement from years ago had sustained him for three years. But even now, he could not bring himself to turn love into hatred. He had exhausted every possible method—yet he could not reduce Xia Liu Yi’s sentence by even a single day, nor see him even once. He was so exhausted he no longer knew how to move forward.
Kevin watched from a distance. Knowing he could not help, he could only stay by his side in silence.
After sitting alone for a long time, He Chu San finally stood up by himself, wiped his face, and straightened his clothes and tie.
“Brother Chu San,” Kevin stepped forward.
“Let’s go back,” He Chu San said calmly, just as he had done countless times after facing setbacks and failures. After regaining his composure, he already had a new plan. “Help me arrange a meeting with Sister Dong Dong. Ask if she’s free this Saturday afternoon.”
That evening, Kevin returned home—to the small apartment he shared with Qin Hao. Qin Hao had prepared his favorite pineapple seafood fried rice, and had already booked movie tickets for eight o’clock.
“Hurry and eat,” Qin Hao said, already finished with his meal as he placed the utensils in front of him. “The movie starts in an hour.”
Kevin picked up his bowl and began eating quickly. As he reached the last few bites, he spoke with his mouth full, words slightly slurred, “Brother Chu San… mm… went to see Xia Liu Yi again… and Xia Liu Yi still… won’t see him…”
Qin Hao seized the time to mop the floor in front of him—both of them were busy with work and didn’t want to hire domestic help to disturb their private space, so they often made use of every spare moment to clean. Without even lifting his head, he said, “Brother Jia Hua has been arguing with Brother Ming these past few days. When he came to work today, there were two rows of bite marks on his face.”
“Pfft—!” Kevin sprayed out the pineapple in his mouth.
“Don’t laugh,” Qin Hao said seriously, but immediately couldn’t help laughing himself. “It looked painful. Everyone was holding it in—but no one managed, except me.”
Kevin quickly wiped the table, then took the dishes to wash them. “Their relationship is so good—why are they always arguing? Or like Brother Chu San, breaking up and refusing to meet? Why haven’t we argued even once after being together for three years?”
Qin Hao paused with the mop and thought about it. It was true—they had never argued even once.
Kevin poked his head out from the kitchen, shouting over the sound of running water, “When I was little, my mom always said, ‘Hitting is affection, scolding is love—if you don’t hit or scold, there’s no love!’ Lovers are supposed to be joyful rivals—you have to argue and fight a bit to last long!”
Qin Hao shouted back, “But she later divorced your dad!”
Kevin tilted his head, thought for a moment. “Oh… that’s true.” He shrank back sheepishly and returned to washing dishes.
But he still didn’t want to give up the idea of becoming “joyful rivals” with Qin Hao. After a while, he popped his head out again. “But if two people care about each other, there will always be arguments, right? It’s impossible to have no friction—I mean friction beyond the physical kind.”
Qin Hao stopped mopping again. “So you want to argue with me?”
“Not really. But… if I went to prison and had to break up with you, would you agree?”
Qin Hao’s gaze immediately sharpened. “Did you do something that would land you in prison?”
Kevin quickly shook his head. “No no no, I’m a good citizen just like Brother Chu San, really, really!”
Qin Hao shot him a look that clearly said then why even say that, and carried the mop into the bathroom.
Kevin hurriedly finished washing the dishes and ran to the bathroom door, clinging to him and continuing to chatter nonsense. “Then what if Brother Jia Hua and Brother Ming argued to the point of breaking up, and Brother Jia Hua said he wanted to be with you—would you agree?”
Qin Hao wrung out the mop without turning back. “Brother Jia Hua has always seen me as a younger brother.”
“What if he took back the ‘little brother card’ and said he wanted to be with you?”
Still without turning, Qin Hao said, “Then I’d tell him, ‘I like Kevin. In this whole world, I only like Kevin. I only love Kevin.’”
Kevin put his hands on his hips. “Hey! You’re supposed to be the cold iceberg type—why are you suddenly so cheesy?!”
Qin Hao hung the mop on the wall and went to wash his hands, still not turning around. “That’s not cheesy. It’s the truth.”
“If you’re saying you love me, look at me when you say it—not at the sink!”
Qin Hao turned off the faucet. With his still-wet hands, he pressed Kevin against the sink, saying nothing—only gently kissing him. Kevin wrapped his arms around his waist and let out a contented sigh. “I want that kind of thing.”
“Then let’s do it.”
“But the movie’s about to start.”
“Then we won’t go.”
“You worked hard to book it.”
“You’re someone I worked hard to pursue too.”
“Hey, what hard work? You won me over with one muscle-man book.”
Qin Hao had never mentioned that he had even killed a corrupt cop for him, worried it would frighten him. He simply lowered his head and kissed him again.
In the end, they still went to the movie first, hand in hand. Afterward, they found a quiet, secluded seaside walkway and continued strolling together.
Only then did Kevin suddenly remember. “Weren’t we supposed to argue?”
“Who said that?”
“Arguing adds flavor to a relationship.”
“Want some flavor? How about I handcuff you again tonight?”
Kevin beamed. “Yes, yes, yes!” After a few steps, he leaned onto Qin Hao again. “No, no—Hao Hao, I want to try something else tonight…” He whispered a few words into Qin Hao’s ear. “Do you want to try?”
Qin Hao’s ears turned slightly red, but he nodded.
Before going home, they stopped by an adult shop. After returning, Kevin followed a new position he had found on their latest Windows 95 computer, using a long red leather cord to tie Qin Hao up.
Looking at the result, he grinned widely. “Hehe, not bad, right? Is it uncomfortable?”
Qin Hao was bound tightly, arms behind his back, the red cord wrapping firmly across his body. He shifted slightly and said softly, “Not uncomfortable… just a bit strange.”
Kevin nearly got a nosebleed, covering his nose as he climbed onto him. “Hehe, my baby looks so good…”
Qin Hao’s breathing grew heavier, his face flushing.
“Like it?” Kevin teased, his tone playful.
“…Mm.”
“Why are you so obedient? So honest?”
“Because I like you.”
“Ah, I’m really going to get a nosebleed.” Kevin leaned down and kissed him hard. “Good answer—reward.”
Kevin moved over him slowly, teasing and touching, his actions as gentle and attentive as ever. Qin Hao’s breathing grew uneven, his body reacting instinctively, completely at ease under Kevin’s care.
The restraint made every sensation sharper, more intense. Qin Hao couldn’t help but shift restlessly, his voice soft and strained. “Faster…”
“Faster what?”
“…Hurry…”
Kevin grinned mischievously, moving closer, his voice low and teasing.
“Coming, coming…”
He climbed over him, already fully aroused, brushing against him.
“My turn now…”
But after a long moment—nothing happened.
Qin Hao, flushed and breathing hard, looked down—only to see Kevin frowning in concentration, struggling to untangle the knot in the ropes.
“What are you doing… ah…” Qin Hao’s voice trembled as he spoke. The tightly bound knot had already pressed the massager completely inside him—even the switch at the end had been forced in. The pressure inside him felt as if he were about to split apart.
“Uh… it seems… it won’t come undone. Did I tie a dead knot just now? I’ll go check on the computer.” Kevin turned awkwardly, about to leave.
“Don’t go!” Qin Hao said urgently, panting. “Cut it—hurry…”
Kevin grabbed a pair of scissors and struggled for a while. “Uh… it won’t cut. This rope quality is really good…” He pressed the cold scissors near Qin Hao’s thigh, carefully trying to make space. “I’ll try cutting from here.”
“Turn off the massager first!” Qin Hao gasped. “It feels terrible—I’m about to—!”
Kevin hurriedly tried to slide his fingers into the gap between the massager and the knot to find the switch. “Wait, let me feel for it…”
“Ah—ah—ah—!” Qin Hao suddenly cried out sharply. In his panic, Kevin had pressed the wrong direction, pushing the massager to maximum intensity. Qin Hao arched violently, his back bending like a drawn bow, abdominal muscles trembling and tightening as he cried out and climaxed.
Kevin nearly jumped in fright. He hurriedly pulled aside the waistband of Qin Hao’s underwear, freeing him, while still fumbling to reach the switch, trying to turn it off.
“Kevin—I’ll kill you—ah—!” Qin Hao kicked hard, collapsing against the pillow with a strained cry.
“Shh, don’t panic—don’t move,” Kevin said, sweating as he tried to calm him. “I’ve almost got it…”
The intense sensations still hadn’t stopped. Bound tightly by the ropes, every sensation was amplified to the extreme. Qin Hao’s body tensed, overwhelmed, his voice breaking as he bit into the pillow, a trembling, almost tearful tone in his voice:
“Kevin… I’ll kill you… ah… damn it…”
At last, Kevin managed to switch it off.
Qin Hao collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, still bound in the damp red ropes, arms restrained behind him. He looked utterly disheveled. The knot remained lodged in place, the situation a complete mess.
Kevin rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the sharpest knife he could find, then turned Qin Hao over onto his stomach. With great effort, he finally sawed through the thick, sturdy rope and carefully removed the massager. Qin Hao lay weakly on the bed, body flushed from the tight binding, glaring at him.
Kevin stood there, shirt still on but otherwise disheveled, his earlier confidence completely gone. He asked nervously, “Are… are you going to argue with me now?”
Qin Hao suddenly flipped over and bit him hard on the face.
“Ahhh—!”
The next morning, Kevin went to work with two rows of bite marks on his cheek.
He Chu San, who always arrived earlier than everyone else, was sitting at his desk focused on his computer. Hearing bursts of suppressed laughter outside, he looked up and saw Kevin walking in, face flushed.
“Brother Chu San,” Kevin greeted awkwardly.
“What happened? Did you two argue?” He Chu San asked with amusement.
“I… accidentally bullied him a bit.”
“With that face, how are you going to attend meetings with me?” He Chu San laughed uncontrollably. “Take the day off. Go home and coax your wife.”
“He’s at work today, I can’t coax him,” Kevin said gloomily. “I’ll just stay and work.”
He spent the whole day enduring everyone’s suppressed laughter, and because of his heavy workload, he even stayed late.
Late at night, when he returned home, he found Qin Hao already back, sitting in the study in front of the computer. Kevin stood at the doorway, cautiously poking his head in.
“Are you still angry… baby?”
“Sweetheart?”
“My dear Hao Hao?”
Qin Hao closed the computer, walked over without a word, grabbed Kevin by the ear, and dragged him straight into the bedroom.
Kevin, nervous, was quickly stripped of his clothes and watched as Qin Hao seriously tied him up with a new red rope, finishing with a secure knot at a critical spot.
“Did you see clearly? A slipknot should be tied like this—so it can be undone,” Qin Hao said seriously.
Kevin nodded rapidly. “Got it, got it.”
Qin Hao swung a leg over and straddled him. Soon, the bedroom was filled with movement and intensity.
“Dizzy… ah… so dizzy… you’re too tight…”
Kevin nearly got overwhelmed again.
Afterward, he collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat. Qin Hao untied the ropes, and Kevin mustered his last bit of strength to turn over and hug him, rubbing his face against Qin Hao’s chest with satisfaction.
“That scared me to death… I thought I was going to get heartbroken today,” he said pitifully.
“Still want to argue?” Qin Hao asked.
“No, no. I’ll never argue with you in this lifetime.” Kevin pouted, then gently kissed him. The two of them clung to each other like koalas and fell asleep.
From then on, there would be no more heartbreak.
Heartbreak — END.
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