Chapter 85 They Can't See
Ye Xiang's lips finally moved away from Xiao Qihao's swollen mouth, but her fingertips still lingered on his red collarbone.
The moonlight shone through the gauze curtains, casting tiny silver spots on their intertwined bodies. His hair hung in disarray, and the burning desire in his eyes was gradually replaced by tenderness.
"Look,"
He bit his Adam's apple gently and whispered as he shuddered,
"We're meant to be entangled like this."
Ye Xiang's gentleness is full of bloodthirstiness, which makes people palpitate.
Xiao Qihao's chest rose and fell violently, and the iron chain made a crackling sound as he struggled, but it suddenly froze the moment Ye Xiang's palm covered his heart.
His body temperature was transmitted through his palms, gradually syncing with his frantic heartbeat.
"Don't run away again."
Ye Xiang buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice sounding a little fragile.
"I've been looking for you for so long..."
The night wind rolled up the gauze curtains, and an ambiguous atmosphere flowed in the small space.
Xiao Qihao looked at the flickering light above his head, feeling bitterness and throbbing in his throat.
If so many things hadn't happened, would he and Ye Xiang have spent their leisure time in Bali instead of torturing each other here?
"Ye Xiang... this doesn't make sense..."
“So what do you think is meaningful?”
Ye Xiang's fingers were slowly moving along his waistline, sometimes pinching, sometimes soothing, and finally stopping at the old scar on his waist - that was the mark left by an accident when they were young.
"Remember this?"
He suddenly chuckled, and his warm breath brushed against his reddened ears.
"From that moment on, you should have known that our lives were already tied together."
"What's the meaning?"
The iron chain suddenly became hot, and Xiao Qihao stopped struggling without knowing when.
Ye Xiang loosened the restraints on his feet and pulled him up.
The sound of the metal chain falling to the ground awakened the dead silence. Ye Xiang's slender fingers ran through Xiao Qihao's messy hair, and her fingertips trembled slightly when they brushed against the back of his neck.
Xiao Qihao's legs were still twitching, but he instinctively curled up when he fell into that warm embrace, and a broken sob came out of his throat.
"Ye Xiang..what are you doing?"
"Go take a shower, so we can get down to business after we're clean."
The rising water vapor blurred the outline of the frosted glass, and the surging water in the bathtub reflected Ye Xiang's red eyes.
He lowered his eyes and took off Xiao Qihao's sweat-soaked shirt. His knuckles brushed the purple bruises on the boy's waist. Suddenly, he leaned over and bit the corner of his trembling lips.
"Hiss! Are you really a dog?!"
"You can if you want"
The salty taste of blood spread between his teeth, but Xiao Qihao's struggling movements suddenly froze when the other person's palm covered his spine.
The hands were slowly sliding down along the depression of the coccyx, grinding heavily on the sensitive area!
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Xiang's breath mixed with the mist of warm water blew behind his ears, and her fingertips pinched the soft flesh of the boy's waist, pressing him into the water surface where rose petals were floating.
Xiao Qihao raised his head while coughing, and saw the dark tide in the man's eyes, just like the way his shirt was torn apart on a rainstorm night.
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
"I'm sorry, I was so angry at the time and didn't pay attention."
Ye Xiang's eyes did not show any remorse, but only aftertaste. Xiao Qihao felt particularly unhappy and sneered,
"It's okay, how about you let me slap you now?"
"Maybe next time. I have important things to do now."
The moment the warm water flooded over his Adam's apple, Xiao Qihao heard the dull sound of the chain falling into the bathtub.
The cold metal buckle was wrapped around his ankle. In Ye Xiang's pupils, he was being pressed against the porcelain wall by those gentle hands, with his neck against the cool porcelain wall behind him.
"Why do you have to cover your face when taking a shower?"
“I’m afraid you’ll run away.”
"Do you think I'm playing whack-a-mole? You can just dig a hole here and run away."
"You can try, I don't mind playing cat and mouse game",
"But if I catch you, you just need to think about whether you can bear the punishment."
Ye Xiang had a strong sense of games since he was a child. Every time they played campfire games together, he always won.
Moreover, Xiao Qihao didn’t think that the cat and mouse game that Ye Xiang mentioned was really a game for him.
“I don’t play”
"Then be obedient."
Ye Xiang raised his head, and when his wet lips were about to fall again, he heard Xiao Qihao's hoarse voice trembling,
"Ye Xiang...you are really crazy!"
But before he could finish his words, he was swallowed up in an even deeper kiss, and the moisture and lust finally enveloped the two of them completely.
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Ye Xiang's arms were like a cage made of steel, and the bath towel wrapped in moisture was wrinkled by Xiao Qihao's fist.
Ye Xiang's bare feet rolled over the Persian carpet, the fine fluff entangled his pale toes, Xiao Qihao was still panting in his arms,
I don't know when the velvet curtains were drawn open, and the dazzling scene in front of the French window hit my pupils.
It was not a gorgeous garden, but a picture of hell.
Outside the one-way tempered glass, a man in black wearing a bronze mask was whipping a man and a woman kneeling in the mud.
Some people had bloodstains mixed with mud on their backs, some were dragged by chains and crawling on the gravel road, and in the distance, half of a blue-gray arm was vaguely visible under the sackcloth hanging from the scaffolding.
This was clearly a slave arena forgotten by modern civilization. The screams penetrated the double-layer glass and left fine blood marks on Xiao Qihao's eardrums.
He widened his eyes in disbelief. He didn't react even when he was pressed against the window. He couldn't believe what he saw.
"What is this? Where on earth is this?!"
Ye Xiang's hot breath suddenly sprayed on the back of his neck, and the bathrobe soaked in warm water slipped off his shoulders without him noticing.
"Like this view?"
The thinly calloused fingers snaked up along the spine and pressed hard on the hollow of the shoulder blade. The other hand had already reached under the hem of the bath towel and pinched his trembling waist.
"Instead of caring about them, you should care about yourself first. We are not done yet~"
"Ye Xiang....Answer me, what are they doing?"
Xiao Qihao stumbled into his hot chest, his nose brushing against his jaw.
He quickly turned his head away, vaguely seeing the huge flag on the top of the scaffolding. The snake-shaped totem on the scarlet background was spitting out its signal in the wind.
It looks so familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere.
Ye Xiang bit his earlobe so hard that Xiao Qihao groaned.
"They are building the birthplace of the gods and creating gods."
"Creating a god?"
Ye Xiang's palm, which smelled of medicine, had already covered his most vulnerable part, and was slowly kneading it through the damp cloth.
Xiao Qihao was trembling, wondering how much energy Ye Xiang had to torment him.
"The recent disappearances, car accidents, and strange organizations, are they all your doing?"
"Are you blaming me?"
Ye Xiang's expression looked very aggrieved, but his hands' actions were completely the opposite.
"Rather than watching them suffer,"
The hoarse voice mixed with the sound of cloth falling to the ground,
"It's better to take a closer look..."
The hot lips and teeth bit his collarbone,
“Who are the people you should care about right now?”
"Not here!"
“It’s okay, they can’t see it.”
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