Chapter 30 "Again."
Jiang Yao put his hands in his pockets, walked slowly around the restaurant, and went to the private bathroom on the first floor. He took off his short jacket before entering.
The man behind him followed him in and locked the door, as if he was committing a crime.
"Just check it out here."
Standing face to face, Jiang Yao ignored Duan Zhuxian's deep gaze that seemed to suck him in, and casually unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. Just as he was about to turn around, Duan Zhuxian grabbed the back of his neck again.
Jiang Yao paused, his eyebrows raised in a questioning arc.
Duan Zhuxian didn't say anything, and pressed the person into his arms with one hand in this position, and his hand went straight from the collar to the back.
Jiang Yao was caught off guard and stumbled, his chin hitting Duan Zhuxian's shoulder. He almost fainted and cursed "fuck you" but couldn't utter the rest of the curse word because of the sudden trembling of his Adam's apple.
The hand on the back went down along the sensitive spine, like counting the joints, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes pinching, sometimes kneading. I don't know if it was wreaking havoc or starting a fire. In short, it had nothing to do with checking the injury.
His collar had already drooped badly, not to mention one shoulder blade, half of his back was exposed to the air, and his skin and flesh were aroused to endless reactions, but Duan Zhuxian's movements became calm and unhurried.
Jiang Yao was a little annoyed by the teasing. He raised his head and forced a fist distance between him and Duan Zhuxian. He shook his shoulders and put the collar that had slid to his upper arm back into place.
"Did you see it clearly?" Jiang Yao asked.
Duan Zhuxian took a half step closer, put his lips close to his ear and uttered two words: "No."
Anyone who believes it is an idiot!
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes: "Blind?"
Duan Zhuxian didn't say anything, and the only response to Jiang Yao was the friction sound of his shirt being pulled out from his trouser waistband.
Jiang Yao tried to stop him but failed.
He said angrily: "You are not only blind, but also deaf. I told you that the injury is on the upper part..."
But soon, he couldn't come out anymore...
More than ten minutes later, Duan Zhuxian chuckled: "Looks like you've been holding it in for quite a while."
Jiang Yao didn't deny it, as he was still breathing unsteadily in the afterglow.
Ever since he set the "three rules" for Duan Zhuxian that day, Duan Zhuxian never asked him to do that kind of thing again, just like a hungry beast suddenly put on human skin and became a gentleman again.
Of course, if Duan Zhuxian didn't mention it, he would definitely not take the initiative. The most recent related incident was yesterday morning when Duan Zhuxian used his hands to "wake him up."
In fact, when Duan Zhuxian was touching him on the island just now, he was already distracted and his body responded very honestly. Duan Zhuxian must have seen it. Men are naturally weak in willpower in this regard, and this is not something shameful.
But he just didn't want to see Duan Zhuxian always being confident and complacent in such matters. It would be best if he could hang Duan Zhuxian and make him anxious without any result.
After a while, the sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. Their skin, exposed to the warm air, collided and instantly caught fire. The scorching flames penetrated their flesh and blood, erupting with considerable force, weighing them down and forcing them to chase after each other...
From the bathroom to the bedroom.
Like a ship that has dropped anchor being dragged into a whirlpool, the sea water is beating against the embankment that can never be reached.
*
The ship docked and the sheets were in disarray.
Jiang Yao used up his last bit of energy, turned over and sat on Duan Zhuxian, ignoring the fact that he was still breathing heavily, and pressed all his weight onto the other's abdomen as if to vent his anger.
Duan Zhuxian was sitting on the bedside in his pajamas, half dressed, texting someone with his cell phone in his hand, his expression unchanged, as if he was not bearing the weight of an adult man. His other hand was stroking Jiang Yao's back back and forth in a flirtatious manner.
Jiang Yao's skin was smooth and felt great, especially the undulating line from his spine to his waist and hips, which flowed exactly into the shape of his palm. Whether it arched or collapsed, it was in perfect sync with his hand.
Seeing Duan Zhuxian motionless, Jiang Yao lowered his eyes and glared at him: "You really are a beast, right? Don't you feel tired?"
Duan Zhuxian raised his eyelids: "It's been less than two hours, are you tired?"
Okay, you know how to ask rhetorical questions.
Jiang Yao kept his mouth shut, fearing to expose the fact that he was exhausted from being too indulgent in a long time.
Fortunately, he had thought that Duan Zhuxian was a little tired before, and was slightly moved by Duan Zhuxian's behavior of rushing to the racetrack.
Jiang Yao was the one who was tired after tormenting Duan Zhuxian, so he simply gave up and put on some clothes, leaning against the head of the bed to recuperate.
For no reason, he thought of yesterday and Chen Yiqi's words "die under the peony flowers", and he kicked Duan Zhuxian lightly.
It should be a carnivorous plant, the kind that eats people without leaving any bones.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Jiang Yao was the first to break the silence: "Do you know about your brother's gambling?"
Duan Zhuxian paused and said, "Gambling?"
Jiang Yao hummed, then turned sideways to Duan Zhuxian and said, "His card playing skills are very professional. He occasionally blurts out some jargon, and that look in his eyes is something only someone addicted to gambling would have."
Duan Zhuxian stared at Jiang Yao's face as he analyzed the situation seriously, his eyebrows slightly raised: "You still understand these things?"
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes at him and said, "Stop asking questions and just say you don't understand."
He hated Duan Zhuxian's tone the most. It seemed as if he was questioning his ability, which made him always want to prove himself in front of Duan Zhuxian. When he came to his senses, he realized that he had poured too much time and energy into Duan Zhuxian.
So much so that half of his life from high school to now has someone around him.
Duan Zhuxian nodded and teased Jiang Yao deliberately: "I forgot you like playing cards."
Jiang Yao took the bait immediately and hurriedly explained, "I was playing Landlord. I rarely counted the money seriously. It was just a small gamble for fun. A few years ago, when I was traveling to Las Vegas, I watched some backroom games. They were all experienced gamblers there."
After he finished speaking, he stared at Duan Zhuxian's expression until the other party made an ambiguous "hmm" sound.
Jiang Yao frowned and asked, "You don't believe it?"
Although it was expected, Duan Zhuxian was still touched by Jiang Yao's cute reaction, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Of course he believed it.
He knew better than anyone that although Jiang Yao looked arrogant, he was actually a good young man with a good family background. He was like a ray of blazing but clear sunshine that had cleared away many of the hazes in his heart.
Moreover, Jiang Yao has always had a good memory and reasoning ability. In the past, he was also a talented student in school, with almost full marks in mathematics, physics and chemistry. The people and things in this world are mostly divided into those he wants to pay attention to and those he doesn't want to pay attention to.
"Well, you are a good boy." Duan Zhuxian said.
Jiang Yao was speechless, unable to tell whether Duan Zhuxian was praising him, teasing him, or taking the opportunity to demote him and take advantage of him.
As he spoke, that restless hand came up again. Jiang Yao didn't dodge and was hooked by the strong arm around his waist and pulled forcefully to his steaming bare chest.
Jiang Yao even suspected that Duan Zhuxian had some kind of skin hunger, otherwise why did he always like to touch him afterwards, even though Duan Zhuxian obviously had what he had.
He asked Duan Zhuxian: "Do you have any thoughts on what I said?"
"Yes." Duan Zhuxian said, but this time he didn't ask back. "I really haven't paid attention to these things before. I wonder where he gets the money to gamble."
Jiang Yao was quite pleased to see someone so humble, so he added a few words: "After running into him at the club last night, I was bored and asked a friend to help me check. I found out that he has a good reputation in the casino over there. His winning rate is not high, but he is very generous."
Seeing Duan Zhuxian looking thoughtful, he narrowed his eyes and said, "Looks like I sold you some important information?"
Duan Zhuxian said, "Well, it's up to you to name your price."
Jiang Yao asked, "Aren't you afraid that I might ask for too much?"
Duan Zhuxian smiled and said, "Except for the divorce certificate, you can have anything you want."
"What's the deal with the divorce certificate? You want to give it to me but I don't want it yet. I don't need to push Jiang Li into the fire pit." Jiang Yao muttered, and then his eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something fun. "Just owe it to me first, and I'll ask you for it later."
"Okay." Duan Zhuxian agreed readily.
He knew that Jiang Yao was deliberately casting the line to try to hook him, but he was willing to take the bait and expected that one day Jiang Yao would suddenly reel in the line and give him a surprise.
The arm around Jiang Yao's waist tightened a little, and soon both of them were sweating again, their sweat sticking together.
*
After returning home and drinking a pot of tea, we started hanging out and didn’t finish our dinner until almost twelve o’clock.
In the study, Duan Zhuxian sat in front of the computer with a sullen expression, watching the recording sent by Lin Zhu.
In the audio, Li Ruizhi's tone was awkward, as if he was under some kind of coercion, and he told the person who was questioning him everything about how he had blocked Jiang Yao at the door of the bar last night.
This is probably how Jiang Yao got the bruises on his back.
Although it has almost faded, if you look closely, you can still see a circle of dotted brown outlines, which looks like it was caused by being hit by a stick or something. In any case, it is not as simple as Jiang Yao explained.
Talking about the fight, Li Ruizhi said, "Although it was a one-on-one fight, we definitely didn't get any advantage. On the contrary, we were the ones who got beaten up badly. Young Master Jiang didn't want to bother with us at first, but when he heard someone slandering Mr. Duan, he immediately got furious and taught us a lesson one by one. Oh, by the way, I wasn't the one who slandered Mr. Duan in the first place. I just heard the rumors spread by Duan Feiyi!"
"Jiang, Young Master Jiang also said that no one is allowed to gossip about Mr. Duan anymore, or else it will all be blamed on me and I will regret it."
By the end, Li Ruizhi was almost incoherent, and there was a certain amount of exaggeration in his descriptive words.
But Duan Zhuxian was still very surprised.
When it comes to Jiang Yao, he can hardly associate words like "mad" with himself.
He had driven Jiang Yao "crazy" a few times.
Jiang Yao had long since made his stance clear to him: dislike, resistance, incompatible... practically every negative term imaginable. He had long since accepted it, even grown accustomed to it, and wouldn't easily cross the line of "sworn enemies," causing their relationship to become unbalanced and veer into an uncertain future.
But while Jiang Yao wrapped himself up like a hedgehog, he subconsciously protected him in front of outsiders, inadvertently revealing a little bit of his soft belly to him, and on the other end of the seesaw, he completely disobeyed the rules and created variables in an extremely willful manner.
It makes him waver, makes him want to push the person into a corner and force him to find out what the other person is thinking.
But his reason always prevailed, and he could only swallow this thought into his stomach, locking it up with countless suppressed impulses, which surged all day long and were dark and gloomy.
*
In the living room, Jiang Yao was pacing back and forth by the window, frowning as he flipped through his address book. When he turned around, he was unexpectedly bumped into a hot embrace and surrounded by male hormones.
Jiang Yao pushed Duan Zhuxian impatiently and said, "Pull over. I'll find someone to fix the car."
Although Duan Feiyi promised to take care of the issue of his car, he was still afraid that the other party would be perfunctory. After all, he had only owned the sports car last year. He had been trying to persuade his parents for a long time in exchange for his promise to manage the family business in Jiangli. In the end, the driver's seat was hit before he could even get comfortable.
Duan Zhuxian lowered his head and said, "If you can't fix it, don't fix it. I'll buy you a new one."
Jiang Yao suddenly raised his eyes and said unhappily, "What's so great about being rich? Of course you don't feel bad about it if it's not your car."
Duan Zhuxian reported a sports car model.
Jiang Yao was silent.
How did this guy know he had been coveting this car for so long?
Taking advantage of the moment when Jiang Yao was stunned, Duan Zhuxian lifted him up by his buttocks and put him on the sofa a few meters away.
"Tomorrow is Sunday."
Duan Zhuxian held Jiang Yao's thighs face to face, and pushed them towards Jiang Yao's chest with his knees folded. The loose hems of his silk nightgown were affected by gravity and slid down to pile up on his abdomen.
"so what?"
Jiang Yao couldn't stand this stupid posture of lying on his back, and wanted to put his legs down, but was restrained by Duan Zhuxian.
Duan Zhuxian lowered his head and kissed the exposed center of his legs. He said in a hoarse voice, "So it's still early, let's do it again."
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