Chapter 108 N-Use

Xing Yu grabbed his chin and tried to kiss him, but Chu Beiling slapped him away, rolled over, and tumbled off the bed, lying on the edge with a cat-like grin as he watched him.

"..." Xing Yu chuckled: "Chu Beiling, are you a slippery eel?"

Seeing Xing Yu's helpless yet amused expression, Chu Beiling's temper, which had just been soured by him, instantly dissipated, and she felt much better.

He raised his chin, his face full of arrogance: "No, I am the King of Fanfan."

“Okay, King Fanfan,” Xing Yu lifted the blanket, leaned in slightly, and coaxed, “It’s still early, come and sleep a little longer, the blankets are still warm.”

Chu Beiling climbed onto the bed, snuggled into Xing Yu's arms, and scratched his chin: "My dear consort is so good."

"How could I dare disobey Your Majesty's orders?" Xing Yu tightened his arms around him, rubbing his chin against the top of his head, and added naturally, "After all, it is my duty to warm Your Majesty's bed."

"Xing Yu." A blush crept up his face, and Chu Beiling reached out to pinch his waist: "Who, who asked you to warm the bed? This is called serving the emperor! No... shut up."

Seeing the person in his arms become angry again, Xing Yu smiled with satisfaction, his chest trembling slightly. He easily grabbed Chu Beiling's hand that was attacking him and kissed the fingertip: "Yes, King Fanfan, I will serve you in bed."

One of Xing Yu's favorite pastimes has always been to provoke people until they get angry, and then leisurely reach out to soothe them. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to Chu Beiling's, continuing the kiss that had just been interrupted.

In winter, dawn breaks late, and it is still pitch black outside the window. Only a floor lamp is on in the room, and the room temperature gradually rises in the soft, warm light.

Xing Yu's movements were slow and restrained. His tongue, like a foxtail grass, teased every inch of Chu Beiling's body, making him tremble. After kissing for a few minutes, Chu Beiling pushed him away: "Wait... take a break... I can't kiss anymore."

Xing Yu gave a soft "hmm," then asked, "Is it colorful enough?"

Chu Beiling lifted her eyelids and looked up at him: "That's it? There's not a shred of skill involved."

Xing Yu pinched his chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously: "You're the most stubborn one."

“This is called ‘being influenced by one’s surroundings.’” Chu Beiling leaned closer, raised his chin slightly, and playfully clicked his tongue, saying with a smile, “Right? Black sesame dumplings, and bamboo charcoal flavored too, black on the outside and black on the inside.”

Xing Yu wasn't angry at all; instead, the smile in his eyes deepened. He pinched Chu Beiling's chin and applied a little force, forcing him to open his mouth. His thumb brushed against Chu Beiling's lower lip in an ambiguous way.

"Bamboo charcoal flavor?!" Xing Yu's voice was low and whispered, close to my ear: "Then you'll have to try it yourself to know if it's the same black inside and out."

Without waiting for a reply, he kissed her again.

Chu Beiling pressed her index finger against his lips, leaned back, smacked her lips, raised an eyebrow at him, and said provocatively, "I've tried it. It's just so-so, not very flavorful."

Xing Yu said quietly, "You can't even handle a kiss, where do you get the confidence to keep provoking me?"

"..." How could he tolerate this? Chu Beiling raised her chin slightly, meeting his deeply suspicious gaze: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Xing Yu propped his elbows on the pillow, leaned forward, and looked at him calmly: "Chu Beiling, you have the wildest mouth of anyone, and you don't know what's good for you. But when it comes to fighting, you run faster than a rabbit. Do you want me to give you an example?"

"Oh, give me an example." Chu Beiling gave him a look that said, "Let's see what kind of nonsense you can come up with."

Xing Yu: "You know you want me!"

"I know about this?!" Chu Beiling thought for a moment.

Xing Yu ran her fingertips across his lips: "Yes, baby, you know."

"Okay, I'll take it as I know." Chu Beiling cupped his face and kissed him directly, showing him with his actions that he had more than just a mouth.

Xing Yu's lips curled slightly.

—Knowing that Xing Yu was doing it on purpose, he still couldn't help but jump down every time, offering himself up willingly. He's hopeless.

Since last night, they have been kissing non-stop. This feeling is more wonderful than ever before. It seems like they can never get enough of kissing. Xing Yu's kisses have changed from restrained and teasing to a passionate and possessive kiss.

As they explored further, Xing Yu grabbed his waist and slowly lowered him: "Little Blueberry, how about experiencing the feeling of vibrant colors?"

A vigorous adult male is most sensitive in the early morning. After all that commotion, he was already aroused and knew exactly what Chu Beiling was talking about. Besides, Chu Beiling had wanted to sleep with him for a long time.

Chu Beiling hooked her arms around Xing Yu's neck, trying to turn him over, but he was pinned down and couldn't move.

After struggling for a moment, Master Chu became too lazy to move and simply waited patiently and calmly for his bedchamber service.

only--

Xing Yu's every movement was so slow it was almost frustrating, as if he was waiting for Xing Yu's approval, or as if he was deliberately teasing him.

The moment he was touched, even though he was somewhat prepared, Chu Beiling still exploded instantly. He was about to curse and kick Xing Yu off the bed, but he pressed down on Xing Yu's legs and covered his lips first.

Chu Beiling couldn't find a way to breathe, and her brain was about to run out of oxygen. She kept gesturing with her eyes to him to let go.

Xing Yu quickly released his grip: "I wouldn't dare not force you."

"Who wouldn't dare!" Chu Beiling instantly exploded: "I mean, are you even a man? If you're so capable, then hurry up and do it. What are you dawdling about?"

A smile crept into the corners of his eyes, and Xing Yu said patiently, "Be good, don't rush."

He was always extremely patient. His hands, as he plucked the strings, moved with a delicate, calloused touch, skillfully teasing the strings. It was like practicing scales before playing the cello, learning to control the tempo and make choices, until he was flexible enough to get straight to the point.

Despite this, Chu Beiling frowned repeatedly as he was being pushed up. He hugged him tightly and bit down hard on the skin of his neck.

Xing Yu frowned slightly, and after he relented, she lowered her head and kissed him, patiently comforting him from top to bottom, and he quickly got used to the dryness.

“Xing Yu…” Chu Beiling’s voice was hoarse and trembling.

"I'm here," Xing Yu replied softly, his breathing shallow and disordered.

Chu Beiling bit down on his neck, her fingertips digging deep into his latissimus dorsi muscle: "Xing Yu."

Xing Yu stepped forward and said, "I'm here."

Chu Beiling slightly raised her eyes, pressed her lips to his ear, and bit his earlobe: "Brother Ayu."

"I am here."

Chu Beiling's eyes were misty with tears, and her voice gradually faded, leaving only a faint whisper: "I love you."

"I love you." Xing Yu lowered his head and kissed him, not saying 'Me too,' but responding with the same three words.

Neither of them spoke again; all their emotions were caught in this dazed, weightless, and unfocused state...

It was like taking a ferry through stormy seas. He and Xing Yu swam across the sea together and arrived at a small island where they were alone. Their bodies and hearts were closely intertwined.

The sky outside the window was already bright, and the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the tightly closed curtains, falling directly on the two of them and casting a soft, fuzzy glow.

Xing Yu's forehead was covered in sweat, and Chu Beiling's neck was also soaked.

Xing Yu leaned closer to sniff, then kissed away his sweat: "Blueberry flavor, very sweet."

"You're always making fun of me." Chu Beiling nudged him, her voice hoarse again.

When they were young, after every kiss and intimacy, Xing Yu would always sniff his neck and say that he had a faint blueberry scent. But Chu Beiling himself couldn't smell it at all. Unlike Xing Yu, he liked lemon-flavored things, so they were all marinated in the scent.

Everything about him is in cool tones, so how could it have a sweet, fruity flavor?

Chu Beiling tilted her head, looking suspicious.

Xing Yu smiled faintly: "Really."

Chu Beiling snorted twice and stopped arguing; whatever he said went.

Suddenly—

He suddenly remembered something and began to question, "When were these things prepared?"

Xing Yu: "Guess."

"I can't guess." Chu Beiling half-opened her eyes to look at him.

Xing Yu whispered in his ear, "December 7th, the first day I met you."

"..." Chu Beiling nudged his chest with her elbow: "Xing Yu, you're not being honest. You're playing dumb with me, wanting me to make the first move, huh?!"

"I'm so sorry~ I really apologize." Xing Yu's eyes were full of smiles, and although he said sorry, he didn't feel a bit sorry at all.

Chu Beiling, still angry, nudged him with her elbow. Xing Yu hissed loudly, startled, and quickly checked himself: "I didn't use much force! It hurts!!"

Xing Yu lowered his eyes: "You know how hard you bit."

"..."

Chu Beiling was still angry and bit him several more times: "I think it's necessary to buy a washboard. No, I'll go to the fruit shop outside the community and get some durian peels. You can use that as an apology."

Xing Yu chuckled noncommittally, then lowered his head and rubbed his lower abdomen: "Go take a shower."

"I don't want to move anymore," Chu Beiling said defiantly, grabbing a handful of his hair. "Whoever uses it is responsible for after-sales service. If you're not responsible, who is?"

Xing Yu used the app to fill the bathtub in the master bedroom with water. When it was almost ready, adhering to the principles of a conscientious, ethical, and good product manager, he carried Chu Beiling to the bathroom to do after-sales work.

—While they were repairing the bathroom, the two of them started arguing again and ended up playing around in the bathroom for a while before coming out.

I went back to sleep for a while after I got back, and by the time I actually woke up, it was time for lunch.

Xing Yu got up and washed up, then told him to lie in bed for a while longer.

Chu Beiling rarely gets up at this time. Even though his body feels like it's about to fall apart, he can't stay in bed any longer. The moment he gets up, a dull pain locks him back under the covers, and he recovers for a few moments.

He slowly got up and went to find Xing Yu.

"What's for lunch?" Chu Beiling surveyed the kitchen counter.

Xing Yu looked over: "Aren't you feeling unwell?"

It took Chu Beiling a moment to realize what he was talking about. "What are you kidding me..." he laughed. The movement was too large, causing him to ache and furrow his brow. After a while...

Chu Beiling calmly straightened her body and said, "No, it's nothing, I'm fine."

Xing Yu nodded: "Fine, keep being stubborn."

Chu Beiling leaned over and pinched his waist hard: "Then whose fault is this?"

"It's my fault," Xing Yu pointed to the kitchen counter, "I prepared a lot of delicious food to help you recover."

Chu Beiling pinched his lips: "Okay, I know. Go cook your meal and shut up."

Xing Yu chuckled to himself.

"What do you need me to do?" Chu Beiling rolled up his sleeves, ready to help.

"I don't need your help, I can do it faster by myself." Xing Yu pointed to the sideboard: "It'll be a while, there are fruits and snacks over there, have some to tide you over, but don't eat too much."

Chu Beiling turned around to find something to eat, and when she saw the bagels still on the bar, her face immediately darkened. She picked up a few bagels and said, "I'm throwing these away, they're annoying to look at." Before Xing Yu could answer, the bagels flew in an arc into the trash can.

Thinking that such behavior was a waste of food, he retrieved a few bagels from the trash can.

Xing Yu glanced at him and laughed, "Don't pick it up. It's been sitting there for days, it's probably inedible now."

Chu Beiling carefully examined the bagel; it already had some mold on it and was indeed inedible. He threw it back into the trash can and told him, "Next time someone offers you a bagel, please refuse it without hesitation."

Xing Yu: "Okay, next time I won't even open the door, I'll just close it and leave you outside."

Chu Beiling was satisfied: "That's more like it."

The little celebrity downstairs has been trying to get on his good side because of her dog. When she's at home, she often makes things and brings them over. Xing Yu always politely refuses, but she can't resist her enthusiasm and keeps doing it again and again.

Xing Yu hadn't planned to accept these bagels, but someone saw him chatting with another man, didn't even look at him, and just left.

In the past, a jealous person might have charged forward with an 800-meter-long cleaver and told the other person to go somewhere cool.

"But that doesn't seem very polite..."

Chu Beiling was about to offer him a broom and a taste of bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork when Xing Yu said to him, "Next time you open the door, just tell the other person decisively, 'I'm yours.'"