Chapter 44
It felt like touching the bony back of a cheetah, or like pinching its smooth and soft fur with your fingers, ruffling the already beautiful pattern that was so favored by God.
What is beautiful is the collarbone, the ribs, and every part extending from the shoulders and neck.
Every inch of texture stretches and rises and falls in the light, revealing a tension that transcends the food chain.
If you don't grip his relaxed muscles hard, you may not feel this psychological pressure.
——Once you tense up and find the right point to exert force, you will feel the oppressive feeling of having your neck kicked and broken without mercy.
Xiang Mingqi thought to himself with self-mockery. He really had to thank the drug for its effectiveness. If not, he would be beheaded right now.
He reached down and pressed his hand against the center of his sternum. The rise of his pectoral muscles on either side was truly remarkable, like a layer of ripples blown by the wind into the shallows.
His body fat percentage is too low, and the thinness of the fat layer makes his muscles appear to be relaxed and strong, and there is no sense of excess at all.
Touching along the waist, the side abdominal muscles are like well-arranged layers of mountains, and feel great.
"Brother, you're in great shape," he complimented with a smile. "I've always felt that way. You look thin, yet you feel so light when I hold you. Your wrist bones and knuckles are just as prominent, but your coordination and explosive power are the best I've ever seen. Is it because of your muscle density? It feels so firm and beautiful."
The latter frowned and didn't want to pay attention.
Xiang Mingqi held his waist with both hands, measured it with his tiger's mouth, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
So slender. The tuck under the ribs was visually striking. He had never imagined a body could truly have arms like an ape and a waist like a wolf. It made him want to gnaw on those muscles even more, leaving behind the marks of his possession.
While being obscenely touched, Pei Huai kept looking at the other person with an unhappy expression, his chin slightly raised, as if he didn't take this harassment seriously.
Xiang Mingqi had no choice but to bend down and open his mouth to bite the straight collarbone.
The latter turned his face away and bit his thick and full lower lip.
"Do you hate me doing this?" He blinked and asked, lying on Pei Huai's chest, "I'm sorry. But you look... so tempting."
Not a single word is flattering, and not a single word is exaggerated.
It was so tempting. He had the illusion that he was caressing the most beautiful and powerful animal on the snowy plains, and every tendon his hand touched was controlled by a force that could kill him.
It is the golden apple of Eris, and it is also the whisper of Satan.
When Xiang Mingqi first transferred the unconscious young man here, he knew he might encounter the most intense resistance ever. This was indeed the case, but it was only the beginning.
Pei Huai quickly understood his situation.
He knew that without the password, he couldn't escape, and without Xiang Mingqi, he wouldn't be able to get through the rest of his life. Seemingly getting along harmoniously was the first step.
So he calmed down, like a lion in a cage that knew its fate, his head never bowed, a symbol of his unconquerable wildness. But this compromise caught the invader by surprise.
He nibbled along the midline of his abdomen, biting the right muscle mass, licking and sucking it harshly. Pei Huai didn't want to look, but a hand touched his spine. His side was also lightly bitten, and he couldn't help but moan.
“…Wow.”
"Brother, every time you breathe, you're so sensual and sexy. Your voice is clearly a husky, clean masculine voice, so why is it so lethal?" Xiang Mingqi touched the other side of his waistline, rubbing it against his senior's suppressed nasal voice until it turned red. "Did your ex ever bully you like this?"
As he spoke, his hands pressed along his spine to create an arc in his lower back. Pei Huai gritted his teeth, his handsome eyebrows slightly frowning.
The former turned his shoulder and insisted on looking into those dark eyes.
"Aha, you're silent again." He twirled his index finger clockwise in the air, tilting his head and smiling. "I guess you're going to yell at me, 'It's none of your business,' 'Mind your own business.' Look, look, brother, I know everything you want to say. What do you call this, telepathy? Husband and wife follow suit?"
Pei Huai turned his eyes away and ignored him.
"Oh, don't be so distant from me." He put on a pitiful attitude again, and approached eagerly, "I even prepared a gift to make you happy. Remember the first time we met? I asked you if you wanted to eat cake together. But you refused at that time. Since today is so special, brother, can you please not refuse me?"
Still no response.
The latter raised his shoulders, leaned over and kissed his senior's tightly closed lips.
Perhaps because they had been closed for so long, their lips were dry and chapped. But the kiss felt just like usual—just a simple suck, and Xiang Mingqi couldn't control his behavior.
He pressed down on him, propped his arms forward, and wrapped the senior in the shadow of his body.
As the nasal sound escaped, his hand, not feeling satisfied, grabbed a plate of cake on the coffee table, dipped a little in it, and rubbed it on the senior's chest and abdomen: this was the result of his spending several hours baking, with chestnuts, salted butter, egg yolks and taro paste, and decorated with a few pieces of white chocolate.
"If you don't say anything, I'll do it myself?" He smiled harmlessly, but his hand slid from the gap between his chest muscles to his sensitive waist.
The light grey cream leaves a foam of salt and cookie crumbs on the skin, with a unique milky aroma.
Pei Huai gasped nervously and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't you like it?" Xiang Mingqi didn't shake him off, but just looked at him pretending to be apologetic. "Brother, you always reject me. No matter how many cakes I make for you and how much effort I put into it, you are unwilling to take another look. Give it a try. Maybe you will really like it..."
The index finger that was moving towards his hip was slapped away. Pei Huai stared at him and warned him sternly.
"I can do it myself."
As a dessert that he seldom eats, he initially tasted it with little interest.
For the past twenty years, the only time he had the privilege of eating a cake was on his younger brother's birthday. Of course, the tragedy of reconstituted families didn't exist from the beginning.
When his mother was still alive, cakes, candles, and wishes had briefly belonged to him. He was loved, cherished, and allowed to laugh all night long within the pages of fairy tales. But when death banished them, when he was forced to carry everything on his shoulders, these beautiful things tore him apart.
In his new family, his stepmother would occasionally remember his birthday and he would get a decent cake. But with the birth of his younger brother, this little chick was finally pushed out of the nest and had nowhere to live anymore.
That day, his stepmother brought home a strawberry cake from the county bakery. She carried Pei Huai to a chair and told him to count down to three and make a wish. As he clasped his hands together and pursed his lips to blow out the candles, his younger brother tiptoed to the table, blew out the already dim candle, and then thrust a toy airplane head-on into the cake.
He simulated the sound of wind "whooshing" with his mouth, opened his arms and shouted "Plane crash, plane crash".
Under his stunned gaze, the boy sucked his fingers and chuckled, hiding in his father's arms. Pei Huai tried to reach out and pull him away, but the man swatted his arm away, complaining that it was just a few candles. His younger brother was young, so what was wrong with letting him blow them out? Then he lowered his head and asked his son if his hands were burned.
Yu Mingrui lay proudly in his father's arms, lowered his eyelids and stuck out his tongue at his brother.
After that, Pei Huai stopped celebrating his birthday. Even though Yu Mingrui begged him and showered him with gifts, it was of no use.
The cream spreads in your mouth, a mixture of salty and sweet, with a unique appeal.
When Pei Huai picked up a chocolate bar with two fingers and took the first bite, he noticed that his junior was staring at him with his eyes wide open, and his breath was so hot that it could burn his skin.
He turned away uncomfortably.
"Brother." Xiang Mingqi's voice was hoarse. "I want to see you. Don't hide. Okay?"
Amidst the pleading, the former closed his eyes silently.
As if stimulated by the other party's melancholy expression, Xiang Mingqi bent down, rolled up his thumb with his tongue and sucked it. As he sucked, he couldn't help but lean his body towards his lips.
As they embraced and kissed, their breathing gradually becoming heavier, Xiang Mingqi pressed him into the pillow without a second thought. This was the first time he saw a shadow on that cold face. He felt it was sadness.
After this, it doesn’t matter what happens.
The fear of having one's throat bitten, the love of being spitted on and hated, none of them can compare to the moment of possessing this man.
He leaned over and gently bit Pei Huai's shoulder.
"Happy birthday, brother."
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Pei Huai couldn't remember the exact number, the month, or even any details. Life at the firm kept demanding from him, just like his unknowingly greedy family.
As long as he is willing to sell freedom and humanity, he can get a contract and a chance to survive.
Someone once asked him about his birthday, and he said he had forgotten, that he could no longer recall it. Then, as if nothing had happened, he casually joined the adults in smoking cigarettes, being dragged to one drinking table after another until he was drunk. He would never forget the moment when light leaked in through the cracks at the bottom of the curtains, when the men were drunk and asleep, and he no longer had to endure unnecessary humiliation.
He once vaguely remembered this string of numbers, remembering that wishes could come true and that someone was willing to fulfill them for him.
But in countless streets and alleys, even if it existed, it was worthless. He was twelve years old, and he had wasted almost his entire youth in darkness.
So when Xiang Mingqi mentioned this word, he paused symbolically.
"You..." Pei Huai seemed to be hesitant to speak.
The other person was still smiling.
That friendly smiling face was so close that it almost filled the entire field of vision, with curved eyebrows and sincerity in the eyes surging like a sky full of stars.
It's true. He thought, Xiang Mingqi hadn't lied. This cake was truly made for a day that no one cared about anymore.
"Brother, act a little happier. Don't keep a straight face just because you're handsome."
A genuine smile like this could easily make people overlook the madness within. But Pei Huai could distinguish reality and the original intention of every beat of his heart.
It's not beating for this string of numbers.
"No need." He turned his face away.
Birthdays were the last thing he needed, the most unnecessary thing. Those childhood wishes had been blown out one by one long, long ago, like candles that would eventually go out.
A hand caressed his cheek, rubbing the corner of his lips with its fingertips. Then, Xiang Mingqi leaned in, stubbornly wanting to hear the powerful beating of his senior's chest.
"But I care, brother."
Pei Huai lowered his eyelashes, and a shadow fell in front of his eyes. It was a kind of scrutiny, a kind of waiting.
"You always keep people at a distance, never letting them care about you or get close to you," the boy said. "But you can't stop people from loving you, liking you, and risking their lives for you."
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