Chapter 45

Why would he need alcohol?! Just a few simple movements had him burning with heat… Succubus! This damned succubus!

"I'll teach you, and you adjust it yourself." Ling Yin said in his ear.

"Hmm..." Qu Xing tilted his shoulders, trying to shake off the breath that was following him like a shadow.

Ling Yin pushed him back, and Qu Xing was forced to press his whole body against him.

Ling Yin: "Can't move."

The voice was very soft, one word stuck to another, a bit like being drunk, but the tone was steady.

He seemed to have shed his dignified appearance today, becoming willful and wild—though he wasn't wearing it very tightly anyway.

Qu Xing lowered his eyes and saw the lust that was carelessly hidden in his eyes.

Qu Xing: "Why?"

"The rule for mixing this drink is you can't move." Ling Yin gave a seductive smile, "You can only use your right hand."

"Okay, brother." Qu Xing lowered her head and gently kissed his eyelashes, suppressing the urge to pounce on him. She let Ling Yin hold her tightly, their body heat transmitting through the fabric.

Qu Xing said, thinking about the ambiguity and the restlessness in his body, "Then what should I do?"

"Take that." Ling Yin held him still with both hands and tapped the glass bottle not far away with his chin.

Qu Xing stretched out his arm and reached it with difficulty: "This?"

Qu Xing looked at the bottle: Bourbon Whiskey, 116PROOF.

"What does this mean?" Qu Xing asked.

Ling Yin said quietly: "The alcohol content is 58 degrees."

"Pour it into this shaker."

In contrast to the seemingly calm words he spoke, the arm that was wrapped around Qu Xing's upper body moved. The fingertips were barely noticeable, but they did brush lightly across his chest.

Qu Xing: “…”

Ling Yin said calmly, "That's enough."

Ling Yin tapped his chin lightly: "Take that, syrup."

Qu Xing took it and said, "This is..."

"It's made with roasted scorpions and brown sugar." Ling Yin laughed in his ear: "How is it? Are you okay with it?"

Qu Xing's mind was already blank from his teasing, so he didn't care about these things anymore: "How much?"

"Pour slowly, I'll tell you when it's enough." Ling Yin locked Qu Xing's left hand.

"All right. Absinthe, one drop."

Qu Xing took the green wine and poured it in carefully with one hand - "Oops! There are a few extra drops." He turned his head to look at Ling Yin: "Are you okay?"

Ling Yin smiled and said, "It's okay, you drink it yourself anyway."

Qu Xing: "No, you have to drink too."

"Okay." Ling Yin took three thorn fruits and placed them where Qu Xing could reach with his arms outstretched, as if he really enjoyed watching Qu Xing being trapped in his arms and struggling to reach something.

Ling Yin: "Take it."

Qu Xing: “…”

Not only is he willful, but he is also mean and evil.

His entire upper body was locked by him. Qu Xing pinched his thigh fiercely with his right hand and said, "Can't you just give it to me?"

Ling Yin groaned as he pinched her. Perhaps because he was doing something bad, to coax Qu Xing, he used his charm again—his lips lightly touched the back of Qu Xing's neck. Feeling the stiffness of the person in front of him, he intensified his temptation, licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue, and said, "Hurry and take it."

Qu Xing almost collapsed in his arms.

He pressed down his sore body and reached for the three small fruits. Ling Yin continued, "Drip its juice in."

"What's going on?" Qu Xing was confused and looked around: "Don't you have a little tool like that to squeeze juice?"

"Use your hands to crush it," Ling Yin said with a low laugh, "and squeeze it in."

Qu Xing was silent for a moment, holding the small fruit.

They were mixing drinks, yes, and they were dressed properly. But being held in their lover's arms, both of them felt a simmering fire within them, and every movement was imbued with special meaning.

He wanted to maintain this intimate posture with Ling Yin, and under Ling Yin's gaze, which was obviously intended to be amiss, he would crush the small red fruit with his hands and squeeze its juice into the wine.

Qu Xing tried to speak calmly, "Then I'm going to wipe my dirty hands on your clothes."

"No need," Ling Yin narrowed his eyes slightly and rested his chin on his shoulder: "I'll lick it off for you."

Qu Xing: “Fuck…”

He seldom said this, but now he couldn't. It seemed that only this way could he dispel the impulse that was about to overwhelm his brain.

He didn't know how Ling Yin managed to appear calm on the surface, but he didn't dare to move at all. He was so unbearable that he wished he could teleport back to the hotel right now and press this hateful succubus against the wall and kiss her hard.

"Ling Yin, you're crazy," Qu Xing said, pinching the small fruit between his fingers and squeezing it into the cup bit by bit. A few drops of juice flowed in, and the rest flowed through the boy's white fingertips and into his fingers.

Qu Xing suspected that he did this on purpose for Ling Yin to see.

Ling Yin hugged her tighter, lowered his head slightly to inhale the fragrance on Xingxing's body, and then said, "There are two more."

He held her so tightly that she felt like she was melting into flesh and blood, and the body temperatures between them, pressed against each other through the fabric, grew hotter and hotter.

Ling Yin was smelling him.

I'm crazy too.

Qu Xing thought to himself.

He could hardly even hold the tiny fruits, which were of little weight. He struggled to squeeze them for a long time before he finally finished eating all three of them.

Ling Yin's fingers slowly slid upwards from the waist through the fabric of his clothes, as if trying to grab his right hand.

It feels exciting when I say it out loud, but if I really let him lick it, things will be out of control.

Qu Xing grabbed a tissue beside him, wiped his hands clean, and said quickly, "Next!"

Ling Yin paused for a moment, then covered the shaker for him and said, "You can shake it now, use both hands." He released Qu Xing's left hand and then locked his upper body again, "Don't move your body, or you'll be punished."

"What punishment?" Qu Xing narrowed his eyes.

"Speak later." Ling Yin smiled: "Quick, shake it seven times. Don't let me feel you shaking."

"You might as well just punish me." Qu Xing held the shaker with both hands: "How... Wait, why are you punishing me?"

Ling Yin looked at him with a pair of unclear succubus eyes: "Because that's the rule of the game."

Qu Xing curled his lips into a smile and started shaking vigorously. Before he had shaken it seven times, Qu Xing suddenly trembled all over, bent over abruptly, and then looked at Ling Yin in disbelief.

Ling Yin bit him and said, "I said I would punish you."

Facing Qu Xing's scorching gaze, Ling Yin calmly took an obsidian cup from the shelf behind him, a long clamp, a long copper nail, and burned it red with a flamethrower. It was as if he was not the one who had just done such a vulgar thing.

"..." Qu Xing took a deep breath and said, "Didn't you start playing esports at the age of 17? How come you're so skilled at making cocktails?"

"I'll come over sometimes during holidays." Ling Yin dropped the hot copper nail into the obsidian cup, "Pour it out."

The liquor fell on the copper nail at the bottom of the cup with a "hiss" sound.

"Okay." Ling Yin picked up the cup and said, "Try it."

The salty smell of scorpion salt and the burning sensation of strong liquor made it unpalatable to Qu Xing. He looked at Ling Yin's lips and felt that the liquor that had just passed through his mouth seemed to be stronger and less unpalatable.

"Don't like it?" Ling Yin was about to take the cup, but Qu Xing stepped aside, gave him a sly smile, and stroked Ling Yin's chin with his thumb. Something in him was so restless that it was about to burst out, so light a touch of less than a square centimeter seemed trembling.

Qu Xing said: "You have been bullying me for a long time, now it's my turn to bully you."

Ling Yin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Okay."

Qu Xing turned the rim of the glass halfway, bringing the side coated with the most scorpion salt to his lips. Ling Yin, almost obediently, took the wine from his hand and drank it all in one gulp. Qu Xing tightened his grip around his neck, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with this beauty. Ling Yin seemed aware of her seduction. After finishing her drink, she glanced up at him for a split second, smiled, and was about to speak. Qu Xing finally couldn't help himself and jumped down, dragging her away.

Exit the back door of the winery and walk through a long wooden corridor to the hotel. This place is beautiful, but strangely, there are very few people, so few that I didn't encounter anyone during the 500-meter walk.

They headed straight for the penthouse suite, and the moment the door closed, their conscious minds, which had been clinging tightly to their chests, completely shattered. The entire room, along with the two of them, burned with heat. The aroma of liquor spread wildly along their lips and tongues, their breathing becoming even more chaotic than before, and every cell in their body was agitated for the person before them. It felt like there was no way to fully vent the surging love, and Qu Xing truly felt like he was going mad.

Lingyin Lingyin Lingyin Lingyin Lingyin Lingyin...

Breathing heavily, he walked from the door to the bed. Ling Yin's kiss stopped at his lips, and his hand suddenly reached down. Qu Xing suddenly grabbed his hand tightly, and heard his low murmur amidst the rapid beating of his heart: "Baby, help me..."

Can't sleep at all.

Qu Xing was wearing the big shorts he had bought yesterday, with his two white and slender legs exposed. One was hanging over the edge of the bed, and the other was bent and placed on Ling Yin.

A difficult and bold posture.

Even though he didn't get what he wanted, after all that nonsense, Qu Xing decided to let it go. Ling Yin was too... Anyway, if they really did that, it would be too exciting. Otherwise, he wouldn't have enough energy to play in the competition in two days.

Ling Yin: "Stars."

"Hmm?" Qu Xing looked up at him.

Ling Yin leaned back, resting his hand on Qu Xing's leg. He looked down at him and said, "Will you blame me if we lose against UNG when we get back?"

Qu Xing looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Aren't you very vicious? Do you care what I think?"

Ling Yin's hand traced his knee up a few inches, but Qu Xing lifted his leg and shoved it down: "Go away, stop teasing me."

Ling Yin smiled: "I don't... I didn't think I would care, but after thinking about it carefully——"

Qu Xing looked up at him with bright eyes.

Ling Yin raised her hand to cover his eyes: "I will be very uncomfortable if you are unhappy."

Qu Xing curled his lips and closed his eyes: "Have some confidence in yourself, okay, brother? If you can't win the competition without playing games for two days, how can you still have the leisure to come out and see if the sky is falling?"

Ling Yin looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Cool air seeped in from the window, and Qu Xing opened his eyes. He suddenly turned over and sat astride Ling Yin, looking at him and saying quietly, "Wind God, you haven't let me fully understand you yet."

Ling Yin looked up at him.

"That's normal," Qu Xing kissed the tip of his nose. "Maybe one day, after we've been dating for seven years, I'll suddenly realize that you look so good because you get up early every morning to put on makeup."

Ling Yin laughed.

"But it doesn't matter." Qu Xing said with a smile: "Just put on makeup. Anyway, I'm already madly in love with you."

"I love you too." Ling Yin said.

Qu Xing said, "You might be thinking, even if you're not the Wind God, but just an ordinary player who needs to practice every day to maintain his touch, if you encounter something like this, you might still rush out to prove that the sky won't fall."

Ling Yin looked at him with a smile.

"Just because you don't fear God doesn't mean you'll trample Him underfoot." Qu Xing tilted his head. "The sky won't fall if I don't win the championship, and you won't stop wanting to win the championship just because the sky doesn't fall, right?"

Ling Yin chuckled and shook his head: "Not really."

"Be good~" Qu Xing smiled and stroked his face: "If you really keep slacking off, I will whip you with a small whip."

Ling Yin's expression seemed to be full of anticipation: "It's okay, as long as you don't dislike me."

Qu Xing quickly covered his eyes and sat up: "It's easy for me to commit a crime if you do this."

Ling Yin said: "Go down."

"You are so fierce." Qu Xing retracted his hand and rubbed it down.

"I'm not being mean." Ling Yin imitated Qu Xing's words: "I told you to stop teasing me."

Qu Xing's eyes widened as he let Ling Yin pull him up and wrap him in a blanket: "You're not done yet?! You're such a...ah!"

Ling Yin slapped him on the butt: "Accompany me to see the stars."

"Okay... let's go." Qu Xing was wrapped up so tightly that he couldn't move easily. He moved forward and Ling Yin picked him up and put him on the rocking chair on the terrace. Ling Yin also sat beside him.

They were so busy fooling around that they hadn't even looked up. This place was already sparsely populated and lighted, and now, in the dead of night, there was almost no light except for the single light behind them. The brilliant starry sky above them became the only source of light for their eyes.

Qu Xing had never seen such a beautiful galaxy even though he had been counting stars since he was a child. In that moment, he forgot everything and stared blankly at the sky.

He stared for a long time. It was eerily quiet here, yet the deep galaxy seemed to emit some kind of deafening sound. The distant humming penetrated layer by layer, passing through some of his impenetrable defenses, illuminating him completely and turning him the same color as the sky.

By the time Qu Xing came to his senses, Ling Yin's kiss had already landed on her cheek. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Qu Xing's face. "Why are you crying?"

"Hmm?" Qu Xing looked at him with moist eyes, only to find that Ling Yin was kissing the tears off his face: "...I don't know."

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The author has something to say: Desert Scorpion Sting is the name of the wine they mixed