Bai Shijing x Cheng Rui ②
Bai Shijing had just finished a fierce battle and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath before seamlessly taking over from the next person.
He had heard of the man on top of him before; his name was Cheng Rui, a rich young master who, relying on his family's wealth, always did whatever he wanted in the circle. The man he had just been with was clearly a couple with this man, but now this man was like an insatiable puppy, straddling him.
Numerous kisses rained down on his neck, occasionally accompanied by gentle nibbling with his teeth, a touch of youthful fierceness.
His bronze skin, covered with a thin layer of sweat, gleamed damply in the light, exuding a wild tension.
The other person's kisses traveled downwards, from the side of the neck, across the collarbone, and down to the heaving chest, as if meticulously tracing a rare treasure. A familiar shiver ran through his body, and Bai Shijing couldn't help but let out two soft gasps.
After a bizarre night, when Cheng Rui woke up the next day, Bai Shijing was still asleep.
The mandatory mute period had barely ended when the system exploded, screaming in his mind: "Host, are you crazy! Do you know what a stupid thing you did yesterday?!"
"I know," Cheng Rui answered in his mind. "I slept with the cannon fodder seme."
"How dare you say that! Your main mission is to win over the protagonist, not to mess around with these plot minutiae!" The system was furious, practically spitting fire. "Do you know how many butterfly effects this will have on the plot?"
"Oh," Cheng Rui said lazily, without a trace of apology. "Then I'm really sorry."
"That's it? Don't you have anything else to say?"
Yes, I wanted to thank you.
"ah?"
"After all, I slept with a top-notch person on our first time having sex, so I should thank you."
"..." The system seemed to have been muted, and after a long pause, it finally burst out, "You...you...you! Hopeless!"
Cheng Rui ignored the noise in his head and turned his gaze to Bai Shijing.
The other person had a perfect figure; his bronze skin glowed with a healthy sheen in the morning light, and the crisscrossing kiss marks and teeth marks on his chest were traces of last night's passion.
Lustful.
He leaned forward almost instinctively, wanting to kiss her. The other person suddenly opened her eyes, her dark eyes clear, without any trace of the drowsiness of just waking up.
Cheng Rui froze, caught off guard.
Bai Shijing suddenly leaned in and gently pecked his lips.
"I was very satisfied last night." He narrowed his eyes, a lazy smile curving his lips, with an indescribable allure. "See you again if fate allows."
Cheng Rui was stunned for a few seconds, watching the other person stand up briskly and pick up the coat draped over the back of the chair.
They're leaving already?
Damn it, that's ruthless.
When the door closed, Cheng Rui was still in the position of resting his chin on his hand, with a subtle displeasure on his face from being abandoned.
"See? See? That's how cannon fodder tops are—used and then discarded." The system seized the opportunity to jump in and make its presence felt. "Now you know you were wrong, right? Hurry up and get back to the main storyline and conquer the protagonist bottom!"
Cheng Rui slowly lay back down on the bed, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, and suddenly chuckled.
"Use and then throw away?" His eyes darkened slightly. "That depends on whether I'm willing to be thrown away."
On the other side, Bai Shijing left the club, hailed a taxi, and gave them the address of the racetrack.
As soon as we entered the track entrance, a few friends gathered around, one of them whistling: "Jing, that mark on your neck is pretty wild, where were you having fun last night?"
Bai Shijing twitched the corner of his lips but didn't reply.
"Is the vehicle inspection done?" He put on his helmet and tugged at the helmet strap.
"I finished a long time ago, just waiting for you, Mr. White, the race car driver."
Bai Shijing bent down and sat in the cockpit, the roar of the engine filling his ears instantly. But what flashed through his mind wasn't the race track, but the hands that had been wrapped around his back last night.
But it only lasted for a moment.
He stepped on the gas, and the race car shot off like an arrow, the wind whistling past his ears.
He never sleeps with the same person twice.
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