Chapter 91

Although he was told he could be discharged the day after tomorrow, Pei Huai was still detained by the Han Consortium for a week, with blood drawn every other day for observation. His hands were long and thin, and even a simple crossing of them made them look bony. His veins were pale blue, standing out against the light, warm skin. Even a few injections left him with dark bruises, a heartbreaking sight.

During this period, Xiang Mingqi took special care of him, cooking porridge, stewing soup and serving him meals in various ways, probably because he forgot that he was a lame patient.

Pei Huai wasn't picky about food on a normal day, but when he was sick, he was incredibly difficult to care for. During the first few days, when his appetite wasn't fully developed, he'd eat a few bites before putting his food aside, wrapping himself in a blanket and insisting on going to bed.

Xiang Mingqi calculated that his senior hadn't eaten in nearly sixteen hours, only requesting water. Worried, he asked the doctor, "Have you removed his stomach? He's been taking longer to eat than to go to work these days." No one paid any attention, so he ran to the store downstairs and bought a bottle of barley tea, hoping to stimulate his appetite.

As a result, as soon as he entered the ward, he saw Pei Huai, who had just woken up, sitting up by the bed, scooping porridge and drinking it slowly. His heart finally settled down.

But he was a slow eater to begin with, and when he got sick, he ate even slower.

Around noon the next day, Xiang Mingqi was rushed off to look after Zhuangzhuang. It was said that the fat cat had overeaten and emptied himself yesterday. Pei Huai closed his book, pulled down his pillow, and prepared for a nap. Just as he lay down, he received a text message from a number he had called twice.

The other party asked him: [Are you feeling better? ]

He didn't reply. After putting the person on the block list, he turned the phone upside down and fell asleep.

On the third day, Xiang Mingqi came again, beaming with joy, saying he was going to feed him corn and lean meat porridge. This was quite touching, but Pei Huai couldn't stand it: if he ate a few more bites of any dish, Xiang Mingqi would assume he liked it and would cook the same dish three times a day.

He felt disgusted and wanted to refuse, but Xiang Mingqi grabbed his chest muscles and kissed and fed him. He was also threatened that if he didn't eat, he would bully his brother's sexy breasts.

No matter whether there was leftover porridge or the bottom was scraped off, Xiang Mingqi would inevitably get a slap on the forehead.

That night, he was so annoyed that he forgot about the text message. After taking a shower, he ignored everyone and went to sleep. But Xiang Mingqi's phone ran out of battery, and fearing boredom, he went to ask Pei Huai if he would lend him his phone.

Pei Huai thought he was noisy and told him to mute the phone and go play by himself. Unexpectedly, when Xiang Mingqi sat down to massage his calf, his phone buzzed twice, and he received a text message from an unfamiliar number.

The message popped up automatically, and Pei Huai had set up facial recognition. He flicked the front camera at the handsome face, and with a glance, he could see the content directly.

[Mr. Pei, I won't let go.]

This message box was a real eye-opener. Pei Huai had set up a text blocker, blocking almost everything he could. Strangers, notifications, and MMS messages were all blocked. He probably had to remove people from his list before he could communicate.

But even so, when I opened the trash, I still saw countless strange calls. When I clicked on it, two or three more blocked text messages came in.

MMS.

He counted nearly a hundred messages. He clicked on a random download and saw a man with a fantastic figure, young, strong, and looking like a fashion magazine star. He left a message saying, "Brother, I miss you so much. I'm coming to the studio near the bar tomorrow to shoot the cover, and I want to see you. Can I treat you to a Western meal?"

"I really like you, brother. I waited for you every day at the bar before, but I couldn't see you. Don't you like it there? I know a very famous French restaurant and I want to take you there."

I'm in great shape now, but my coach said if I keep going, you might not like me anymore. Come meet me, I'm sure I can make you happy.

That's only a fraction of a percent. Scroll down, and any click you make will reveal incredibly handsome men, like a puppy collecting stamps. The older ones are even more unrestrained, snapping photos while showcasing their expensive sports cars, watches, and tie clips, their words hinting at their muscular build and impressive waists. There are also those who check in on "Love Brother" for the 77th, 17th, 27th, and 3rd days.

He was speechless.

After carefully topping up Pei Huai's phone number for MMS, he opened WeChat. The homepage was calm, with all but the company group messages completely deleted. The list was sparse. But when he clicked on the friend requests, it was a torrent of love bombardment.

He scrolled down the screen for ages, unable to reach the bottom. None of his applications were approved; all were expired. But the text messages from different people left a deep impression on Xiang Mingqi: [You ignored me, you still ignore me. Brother, do you have another man? But I love you, love you, love you, so much.]

[Hubby, add me, hubby, add me. Hubby, let me hear your voice, my chosen hubby, woo woo.]

[I dreamed of you last night. Ah, you hit me and called me a lowly pig that only knew how to mate. You stepped on me and it made me so excited...]

[I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you? Can you add me? I won't cause you any trouble.]

[My wife is soft after touching, kissing and making love]

There's something really perverted!!!

Pei Huai slept until noon the next day. When he opened his eyes, he found himself no longer in the hospital. Instead, he had been moved from his single bed to... a beautifully decorated new bedroom. The quilt was made of duck down, silky and smooth. He felt as if he had been imprisoned for the second time.

There was a note on the bedside table.

[Brother, I'm angry. Are you secretly seducing perverts all over the world? ]

【I’ve locked you up now XDDD】

Let's play a guessing game. If you can't guess the door code, you'll stay here forever, haha. Handsome brothers are born to be eaten by perverts.

It’s hard to imagine the mental state of this person when he wrote this.

Pei Huai got out of bed and began to change his clothes leisurely. He pulled up the hem of his shirt, revealing a narrow but well-shaped waist.

He had an incredibly good figure, with well-proportioned bones and a straight spine, which made the muscles in his waist and abdomen smooth and full of vitality, with a unique sense of tension and relaxation of the flesh. It was healthy, powerful, and also full of sensuality.

He flipped to the back of the paper: [I've told you the first two digits of the password, you can guess the last two. If you get the password wrong twice, it will automatically lock you for an hour. Just give up, brother.]

Pei Huai put down the paper, walked to the door, looked at the camera next to the door handle without any expression, and pressed the number [12] without hesitation.

A voice came over the loudspeaker: "You're quite brave, brother. Now, show me your breasts. I'll tell you the third digit of the password."

Enter a digit on the combination pad.

【3】

[Uh uh uh, you just got lucky and guessed right. Let me give you a hint. The last digit isn't 4, so I advise you not to waste your time and touch the breasts quickly!]

Then, without even a second's hesitation, he pressed down with his index finger.

With a "click".

The door opened.

He quietly walked over to Xiang Mingqi, who was lying on the sofa watching TV and eating potato chips, and asked, "Any more questions?"

Xiang Mingqi froze, barely able to swallow half a potato chip before he was shoved onto the sofa and smacked with a pillow. He screamed, "What are you doing?! I, I, I'm giving you rehabilitation training. Didn't the doctor say you need more observation? I'm just checking to see if there's anything wrong with your clever brain!"

"Next time, don't use someone else's birthday as your password."

"I know, I know." Xiang Mingqi put one arm around his waist, trying to get him to ride on him, but Pei Huai twisted his arm and restrained him. During the struggle, he secretly glanced at his phone, which was lying upside down on the coffee table. Anyway, he had set the text message blocking to clear as soon as it was received. His brother would never know, and never would.

Then, the desire aroused by the friction between their bodies became uncontrollable. Their lips pressed together, nibbling and kissing each other. Xiang Mingqi reached into Pei Huai's clothes, grasped his waist, and massaged every muscle and every vein.

He felt his senior's hair brushing against his cheek, it tickled him: "Let's leave the day after tomorrow, brother."

I bit my lower lip a little harder. But no one said anything.

Instead, Xiang Mingqi unbuckled their belts. He'd always wanted to do this. These days, for various reasons, they'd been refraining from excessive intimacy, a torment for a couple in the throes of love. They kissed and bit each other passionately, tossing aside clothing. The panting breaths escaping their noses became a sensory stimulation, sending Xiang Mingqi on the verge of exploding.

"What happened to what you said before?"

"It's all settled. There's no problem with your house. Your second uncle is willing to give it up, so we can just wait and get the property certificate reissued. The B&B is still under construction, so it'll take some time. As for my properties, I've entrusted the rental procedures to an agent. I don't want to get involved. I hate trouble the most."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xiang Mingqi asked in a low voice: "Aren't you going to ask me why your second uncle gave in?"

"No question."

"Why don't you ask? Don't you have any curiosity?" He poked his waist with his finger.

A perfectly timed silence. But his eyes spoke volumes. Xiang Mingqi suddenly felt that his actions might not have escaped his brother's eyes. Even if he wasn't there, with his quick wit, he could easily have guessed how horrific the scene was.

So he didn't ask.

"Tomorrow, we'll finish what we need to do, and then we'll head north." They intertwined their fingers. They kissed as they advanced, then bit harder and whispered, "Brother, is there anything you need to do?"

"To Mingqi."

"Um?"

"Come with me to the cemetery."

"Are you going to visit someone?"

"My mother."

"Wow, I'm going to meet my parents with my brother." Xiang Mingqi put his hands on his waist and sat up. He rubbed his chin affectionately against his senior's neck and hugged him tightly. "I'm going to bring her a flower and tell her that we are going to the north, to a very far and cold place. And I will love you. I want to be the person in this world who loves you the most and makes you the happiest."

One hand pinched his cheek so that Pei Huai could look down and see his expression: "What about your parents?"

"I'm going to tell them out loud. I'm happy."

He laughed.

"Brother, are you jealous? I am the happiest person in the universe now."

A kiss. A kiss without restraints, without taboos, a kiss that gradually became more erotic amidst the friction of flesh and the sound of the belt being pulled.

Happy.

Happy.

Always happy.