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Jiang Yibai held Lin Xiyan in his arms, walking through the crowds of medical staff and the scattered patients leaving their shifts, his expression unwavering and his steps steady. Lin Xiyan buried her face in his shoulder, her ears ringing, aware only of the vague stares and whispers around her. Blood rushed to her face, burning her head and making her dizzy. He had never been so "attractive" in his life.
It wasn't until he walked out of the hospital gate and felt the cool evening breeze on his face that Lin Xiyan felt he could breathe again. He struggled a bit, his voice muffled by Jiang Yibai's clothes, trembling with shame and anger: "...Put me down, I can walk on my own."
"No." Jiang Yibai refused decisively, tightening his grip on her arms. He even lowered his head to rub the top of his head, his tone brimming with self-righteousness. "Tired. Holding saves energy."
Lin Xiyan: “…” Who is tired?
He couldn't persuade him, and was afraid of attracting more onlookers, so he had no choice but to give up and continue to be a large pendant, letting Jiang Yibai carry him to the roadside, stop a taxi, stuff him into the back seat, and then he got in right after him, gave an address, and his arms were still domineeringly around his waist, with no intention of letting go.
The taxi started, and the street scene outside the window quickly receded. In the small space, only the mingling breaths of the two people and the soothing music on the car radio remained. Lin Xiyan's tense nerves slowly relaxed, but the heat in his cheeks remained. He secretly raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Yibai beside him.
He tilted his head slightly to gaze out the window. The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the car window, casting a soft, warm golden hue on his chiseled profile. His long hair hung loose, partially obscuring his earrings. Behind his glasses, his eyes narrowed slightly in relaxation, his long lashes casting a light shadow beneath his eyes. Compared to the aggressive, possessive demeanor he had displayed in the hospital moments before, he now possessed a more relaxed, quiet demeanor, akin to the rest of his journey.
It seems... I've really lost some weight. Lin Xiyan felt a slight pain in his heart.
As if sensing his gaze, Jiang Yibai turned his head, his purple eyes accurately capturing his gaze. The coldness and hardness from earlier were gone, leaving only a deep, almost drowning tenderness and... a certain simmering, unsatisfied desire.
Lin Xiyan's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly looked away, looking out the window, his fingers unconsciously scratching the cushion under him.
The car stopped at the foot of the apartment building they rented. Jiang Yibai paid the fare, got out first, and then without saying anything, picked up Lin Xiyan again.
"!" Lin Xiyan cried out softly, and subconsciously grabbed his collar, "There's someone in the hallway..."
"Whatever." Jiang Yibai held him in his arms and strode into the apartment building, swiping his card and getting into the elevator. His movements were smooth and seamless, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
In the cramped space of the elevator, there were only the two of them. The mirrored wall reflected their figures, tightly entwined. Lin Xiyan looked in the mirror at himself, held tightly in Jiang Yibai's arms. His face, which had just cooled down, suddenly heated up again. He struggled to get down, but Jiang Yibai held him tighter.
"Don't move." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of warning, and his hot breath sprayed on Lin Xiyan's sensitive earlobe, "If you move again, I will kiss you here."
Lin Xiyan froze instantly, not daring to move, even his breathing became lighter. He knew that if Jiang Yibai said it, he would definitely do it.
The elevator reached the floor, and with a soft "ding" sound, the door slowly opened. Jiang Yibai carried him out, walked to the door, took out the key with one hand, opened the door neatly, entered the house, and closed the door with his backhand.
"Click." The sound of the lock closing was particularly clear in the quiet entrance.
A familiar scent washed over me, the scent of home, a mixture of the warm fragrance of sun-dried quilts and a hint of the cool aroma of the fragrance Jiang Yibai often used.
Jiang Yibai did not put him down immediately, but held him in this position and walked step by step to the center of the living room. Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, or in other words, he had finally returned to an absolutely safe territory. He held Lin Xiyan and fell directly back into the soft and spacious sofa.
Lin Xiyan sank into the soft cushions with him, letting out a muffled groan. Jiang Yibai's arms were still tightly around him, and he buried his head in the crook of his neck. He took a deep, deep breath and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"Finally..." His voice was muffled, filled with weariness and an indescribable sense of relief, "...I've recharged."
His entire body clung to Lin Xiyan like an octopus, its weight bearing down on him, its warmth pressed tightly against his, leaving no gap. Lin Xiyan could clearly feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady, strong beat of his heart. The feeling of being completely relied upon and needed, like a warm tide, slowly washed over his heart, dispelling the last vestiges of embarrassment, leaving only a tenderness and... an indulgence he hadn't even noticed.
He hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and patted Jiang Yibai on the back very lightly and awkwardly.
This subtle response seemed to flip a switch. Jiang Yibai nuzzled into the crook of his neck, purring like a comfortable kitten. Then, he raised his head slightly, his purple eyes looking closely at Lin Xiyan, filled with lingering fatigue and a burning, naked desire.
"Not enough..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and with a hint of grievance, like a child asking for candy.
Before Lin Xiyan could react to what he meant by "not enough", he felt a warm and moist touch on the side of his neck - it was Jiang Yibai's lips, pressing against the sensitive skin of his carotid artery.
Lin Xiyan's body trembled violently, and a tingling sensation like an electric current instantly spread from the side of his neck to his whole body. He subconsciously shrank his neck, put his hand on Jiang Yibai's chest, and said in a panic: "...Don't..."
Jiang Yibai ignored her. He gently caressed the delicate skin with his lips, as if savoring something delicious, his breath burning. Then, when Lin Xiyan tried to turn her head away, he opened his mouth slightly, gently grasped a small piece of flesh with his teeth, and began to grind it gently.
A subtle tingling sensation mixed with a strange, shuddering itch spread. Lin Xiyan's body stiffened, and the hand pressing against his chest lost its strength. Her voice trembled with a pitiful tremor: "Jiang Yibai... it hurts..."
This isn't a coquettish act, it really does hurt, more of it is the panic brought on by the feeling of being marked.
Jiang Yibai paused. He loosened his teeth, raised his head, and looked at Lin Xiyan's slightly red eyes and the clear, pale red mark on the side of her neck, marked by teeth marks. A hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but more of it was a gleam of satisfaction after success.
He stretched out his finger and lightly stroked the mark, his movements filled with an almost reverent cherishment.
"Mine," he declared in a low voice, his tone domineering and unquestionable. Then, looking into Lin Xiyan's misty amber eyes, his tone softened instantly, and he dragged out the last syllable, with a strong hint of coquettishness, "Just for a moment... mark it... otherwise... I'll feel insecure..."
As he spoke, he buried his head in the crook of Lin Xiyan's neck and nuzzled him, like a large dog that had done something wrong and was confidently asking for forgiveness. "Okay... Wife..."
The last word of "wife" was soft and light, like a hook, poking straight into the softest part of Lin Xiyan's heart.
Lin Xiyan looked at him like this, and all the words of rejection got stuck in his throat. He knew clearly that he was doing it on purpose, and that it was wrong, but facing this face, these eyes, this unreasonable dependence and coquettishness, he found that he had no resistance at all.
My heart is so soft.
He took a very light breath, as if accepting his fate, and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness. It was like... tacit consent.
Jiang Yibai looked at his obedient, willing to do whatever he wanted. His throat tightened, and the purple in his eyes deepened. He didn't use any more force, but lowered his head again. Very lightly and soothingly, he licked the shallow mark just left with the tip of his warm tongue, and then covered it with an even softer, cherishing kiss.
The pain is gone, leaving only a burning sensation that seems to be branded into the depths of the soul.
Lin Xiyan curled up on the sofa, letting him move, feeling the gentle licking and sucking on the side of her neck. Her body seemed to be soaked in warm water, softening little by little. Finally, she gave up struggling completely and could only cling weakly to Jiang Yibai's shoulders, making slight, nasal gasps.
The last rays of sunset shone through the window, enveloping the two people hugging each other in a warm halo.
Be it charging or marking.
In this space that belongs only to them, all intimacy seems natural.
The lights outside the window are coming on, and the room is filled with warmth and affection.
After a long separation, we urgently need to confirm each other's existence and the love that has never changed in the most direct way.
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