Chapter 36 I Love You vs. Self-Righteousness 1 "You...you don't mean to..."
This was also the closest contact the two had ever had.
Wen Yinhe thought he would have to give himself up on the first day, but in fact, Lu Huaijin didn't even kiss him for a whole year after that.
At most, she would gently touch his hair, forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks with her lips with utmost affection and tenderness.
Each time felt like a kiss on Wen Yinhe's soul, causing his nerves, which should have been completely numb, to tremble uncontrollably.
He thought that this man might have some kind of magic.
Wen Yinhe gently touched Lu Huaijin's lips, then lowered his eyelashes, intending to leave.
Unexpectedly, the moment their lips parted, a large hand suddenly pressed down on the back of Wen Yinhe's head, slamming him down so hard he almost fell onto the bed.
Wen Yinhe quickly braced his hands on the bed, forced to fall onto the man, his mouth slightly agape in surprise.
Lu Huaijin, who had woken up at some unknown time, took the opportunity to deftly slip his tongue into Wen Yinhe's lips.
Wen Yinhe was caught off guard, his breathing became erratic, and he almost passively endured Lu Huaijin's onslaught.
The touch on the lips wasn't fierce. After the initial haste and frantic pace, it was followed by an extremely long and tender lingering, as if one wanted to savor every inch of the other's body, like a devout prayer who had been waiting for a long time finally receiving their own blessing.
Wen Yinhe noticed that the man's palm, which was holding the back of his head, was trembling slightly, as if he was extremely excited. The other hand pressed down hard on his back, not allowing Wen Yinhe to back down in the slightest.
Heaven knows how joyful and excited Lu Huaijin felt when he suddenly sensed the familiar and alluring scent on his lips while he was half asleep.
He finally got to see this day.
The day came when Wen Yinhe took the initiative to approach him.
To everyone's surprise, Wen Yinhe's first initiative was to offer himself a kiss.
They're quite self-aware.
Lu Huaijin tried his best to restrain himself from opening his eyes too excitedly at the first moment, lest he scare the other person away.
However, who could have imagined that Wen Yinhe would only lightly touch his lips for a few seconds, without even sticking out his tongue, before trying to run away.
So pure?
He waited a whole year, and this is what he got?
How could Lu Huaijin tolerate Wen Yinhe's easy escape after provoking him? He immediately opened his eyes, seized the initiative, and firmly controlled Wen Yinhe in his palm, not allowing Wen Yinhe to escape from his side even half a step.
Fortunately, Wen Yinhe was very obedient throughout and did not resist in the slightest, allowing Lu Huaijin to do whatever he wanted.
Of course, it's also possible that they were terrified.
A pang of tenderness rose in Lu Huaijin's heart.
He gently kissed Wen Yinhe's lips while slowly pulling away, his hot breath spraying between their lips so close together. Their rapid breaths mingled with each other's scent, making the air feel thick and sluggish.
"This is what kissing is all about, have you learned it?" Lu Huaijin's voice had become extremely husky and alluring, full of passionate sexiness, and his breath seemed to still carry the moisture and heat from their previous entanglement.
Wen Yinhe lowered his head, his chest rising and falling slightly, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks quickly turning red, and a thin layer of sweat appearing at his temples, as if he hadn't come to his senses yet.
Lu Huaijin thought to himself how cute he was, and cupped Wen Yinhe's face in his hands, only to find it wet to the touch.
He paused for a moment, then pinched Wen Yinhe's chin, making him turn his head towards the window to examine him carefully in the moonlight.
The handsome man was seen silently shedding tears.
His thick eyelashes were covered with tears, making them wet. His skin appeared even paler and colder in the moonlight, with faint blue veins visible underneath. It was almost like a fragile piece of porcelain, making Lu Huaijin involuntarily become careful and gentle when he touched it.
He realized that the salty taste he had just experienced during the kiss wasn't sweat, but tears.
"Why are you crying?" Lu Huaijin kissed Wen Yinhe's wet eyelashes tenderly, stroking his cold, damp face. His voice was so gentle it was almost melting. "Baby, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
At this moment, Lu Huaijin realized that he had misjudged Wen Yinhe's emotions during the day.
Shouldn't one be having sweet dreams on the day they avenge their great wrongs? Why would they have nightmares?
When he checked the bedroom's security camera footage the next day, he saw the man suddenly get up in the middle of the night and stand alone at the head of his bed like a ghost, silently shedding tears while staring at him. His feelings were indescribably complicated.
However, at this moment, Lu Huaijin, who still had doubts in his heart, simply took Wen Yinhe's hands gently, placed them to his lips and kissed them tenderly, trying to reduce Wen Yinhe's unease and fear.
However, a faint smell of rust unexpectedly filled his nostrils.
Lu Huaijin paused slightly, then immediately opened Wen Yinhe's palm, only to see that both of his palms were covered in bloody marks from being pinched, and the marks had even solidified for some time.
No one knows how long Wen Yinhe secretly harmed himself while he was asleep.
His face immediately turned cold, his furrowed brows showing no trace of blame or anger, only a deep sense of heartache and sorrow.
Wen Yinhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Lu Huaijin's furrowed brows.
He felt that all the pain he had endured over the past year was nothing compared to the heartache etched on the man's face at that moment.
Suddenly, Lu Huaijin grabbed Wen Yinhe's hand, pulled him onto the bed, pressed him down hard, and then kissed Wen Yinhe's lips forcefully again.
This kiss was no longer as tender and warm as before; instead, it was filled with a masculine sense of predation and aggression.
The hand gripping Wen Yinhe's head was strong and domineering, while the other hand pressed Wen Yinhe's shoulder firmly into the bed. Then, in rhythm with the kiss, the hand kept stroking Wen Yinhe's slender and beautiful neck.
Wen Yinhe's fair neck suddenly turned bright red, almost as if it had been rubbed raw by a man.
The pressure on my body was so great, each tight entanglement felt like a fierce attack, making it almost impossible to breathe.
"Let's do it."
In a brief but intense exchange of breath, Lu Huaijin suddenly pressed his lips against Wen Yinhe's and said in a low, deep voice.
"Wen Yinhe, since you dared to kiss me first, you must have been prepared for this."
Taking the opportunity to adjust his breathing, Wen Yinhe looked at Lu Huaijin with eyes that were unfathomably dark, as if he were caught in some extremely deep and turbulent emotions. When he heard the man's extremely provocative words, his pupils dilated instantly, revealing an uncontrollable desire.
Lu Huaijin couldn't see the changes in Wen Yinhe's expression, but he noticed that Wen Yinhe's body suddenly stiffened after hearing his suggestion, and even his breathing seemed to freeze.
I guess I'm still a little scared after all.
Lu Huaijin thought to himself.
His Adam's apple bobbed, he licked his cheek, and finally leaned down to kiss Wen Yinhe's sweaty forehead with tenderness, saying in a low, hoarse voice:
"I'll give you a chance. Push me away now, and I'll let you go tonight—"
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Huaijin felt a sudden, powerful force on his shoulder, and then he felt dizzy and disoriented.
Before Lu Huaijin could react, Wen Yinhe had already flipped him over and pinned him down, grabbed his wrists, pressed his hands hard against his head, and kissed him fiercely and intensely again.
This could hardly be called a kiss; it was more of a one-sided plunder.
The sound of breathing was amplified infinitely in my ears, and all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head, surging and roaring in my ears.
The illusion of gentleness and kindness was shattered, leaving only the most primal and intense instincts.
This is no different from a wild animal eating.
Wen Yinhe was clearly caught in some kind of out-of-control vortex.
His world was shifting, the ceiling and the floor were spinning wildly before his eyes, and the whole world was turned into mottled fragments.
Blood rushed to his head, veins throbbed wildly in his temples, and his heavy heartbeat, like drumsticks, pounded against Wen Yinhe's cochlea, the sharp ringing in his ears tearing apart his shaky clarity.
He thought that he must love Lu Huaijin.
He was madly in love with Lu Huaijin.
He is loving him with his lips, his body, his heart, his blood, his skin, every bone in his body, and even his soul.
No one could love him more than he did.
No one deserves to love him more than he does.
It turns out that love to the extreme can even cause heartache. A crack was pierced in his heart, and love rushed out, scalding his limbs and bones, burning his body from the inside out.
He even felt that he would explode and die at any moment.
Simply because of this love that is too intense and too terrifying.
He loved him so much, he wanted to touch him more, he wanted to put him in his mouth, he wanted to embed him into his flesh and blood, he wanted to merge his soul with his own.
He thought...
He also wanted to...
He seemed to hear a faint call in his ear, a familiar voice calling his name.
Wen Yinhe couldn't hear clearly; he was completely engulfed in a turbulent, chaotic vortex.
"Yinhe...Wen Yinhe...wait a minute!"
Suddenly, a strong force grabbed Wen Yinhe's shoulder and shoved him away.
Wen Yinhe leaned over Lu Huaijin, his sweat-drenched bangs hanging down his forehead, his chest heaving violently, and his pale face flushed crimson, the red spreading from his ears down to the depths of his chest.
His usually empty and lifeless eyes now resembled two deep black holes burning with intense flames.
All the fervor, all the intense emotions, surged wildly into those eyes, so intense that they seemed to devour the man beneath her.
Wen Yinhe gazed at Lu Huaijin with deep, quiet eyes, and for the first time saw shock and panic on the other's face.
Lu Huaijin opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, almost unable to utter the first word, his eyes filled with disbelief:
"You...you don't actually want to sleep with me, do you?"
Wen Yinhe gazed at him silently, his calm yet determined dark eyes saying it all.
"Wait a minute, let me think about it first. My mind is a bit muddled right now."
Lu Huaijin took a deep breath, slowly pushed Wen Yinhe's shoulder away, and sat up, one hand supporting his sweaty forehead.
"To be honest with you, I never imagined I would be the bottom. In all my fantasies, I've always been the one on top, the one in control. You know what I mean?"
Considering that Wen Yinhe was still a patient, Lu Huaijin tried his best to speak carefully, for fear of upsetting him.
Wen Yinhe paused for two seconds, then slowly crawled to his side, his large, hot palm gently caressing Lu Huaijin's waist, making Lu Huaijin shudder.
"Mr. Lu..." Wen Yinhe called Lu Huaijin's name in a low, tender voice, while his palm gradually moved upward, pushing and piling up the fabric of the clothes.
The icy air instantly invaded Lu Huaijin's skin. Lu Huaijin gripped Wen Yinhe's arm tightly, his fingers crumpling the fabric of Wen Yinhe's sleeve. He tried his best to control himself from trembling, but he couldn't stop Wen Yinhe's gentle yet forceful advance.
"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu..."
Wen Yinhe called out to the man again and again, his hand already resting on Lu Huaijin's smooth shoulder. His arm slipped through Lu Huaijin's pajamas, several buttons undone, the soft fabric loosely piled in Wen Yinhe's strong and powerful arms.
Lu Huaijin felt as if he were being entangled by a fairy, his mind filled with an indescribable dizziness.
Every low, husky, and sexy call from Wen Yinhe made his heart clench and release in his chest, causing him to feel a near-painful excitement.
Warm lips pressed against Lu Huaijin's burning earlobe, and Wen Yinhe whispered in his ear in a suppressed and hoarse voice:
"Mr. Lu, I love you..."
Lu Huaijin trembled violently and could no longer control himself, grabbing Wen Yinhe's hair to stop him from taking any further action.
Wen Yinhe's dark, almost enchanting eyes met Lu Huaijin's gaze without blinking.
After a long pause, Lu Huaijin seemed defeated. He covered his forehead with one hand, his Adam's apple bobbing on his flushed neck, and said with feigned nonchalance:
"Alright, so you just want to sleep with me? What's the big deal? Stop nagging, I'll let you sleep with me, okay?"
Wen Yinhe's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, then his breathing became rapid, his muscles tensed with excitement and tension, and his cheeks turned as red as if they were about to explode.
Just moments ago, he seemed so fierce that he wanted to devour Lu Huaijin on the spot, but now that it was time to really fight, he put on such a pure and innocent act.
What kind of mess is this?
Lu Huaijin peeked at him through his fingers and saw his naive and unworldly appearance. Suddenly, he realized that being taken advantage of wasn't such a big deal after all.
Everyone has a first time. How can you know if you don't try? Maybe he has a special talent?
Moreover, given Wen Yinhe's appearance, even if he were to be taken advantage of, he might not necessarily lose the initiative.
Lu Huaijin quickly figured it out, and then, in front of Wen Yinhe, he unbuttoned the last few buttons on his chest, revealing his chest wide open. His crimson lips lifted slightly, and the corners of his narrow eyes were already tinged with intense passion.
Then, his strong and beautiful body leaned back lazily against the headboard.
She slowly raised her long, beautiful fingers, her knuckles slightly bent, and gently beckoned to Wen Yinhe.
"Wen Yinhe, come here, let me see your performance."
Wen Yinhe's heart skipped a beat, as if drawn by a force that made him involuntarily crawl toward the handsome and alluring man in front of him.
With only one step left, Lu Huaijin impatiently grabbed Wen Yinhe's clothes by the chest and fiercely pulled him over.
Forced to lie on top of Lu Huaijin, Wen Yinhe carefully braced himself with his strong arms on either side of Lu Huaijin. He saw the man beneath him arrogantly raising his chin, his eyes deep and his voice commanding:
Kiss me.
Wen Yinhe took a deep breath, raised his finger, and tentatively touched Lu Huaijin's cheek, pausing for a moment.
Then, with a sense of great reverence, he slowly slid down Lu Huaijin's jawline, finally gently lifting Lu Huaijin's smooth and sharp chin and giving him a comforting kiss on the lips.
Then, without saying a word, she grabbed the pillow beside her and gently placed it under Lu Huaijin's waist.
Lu Huaijin: "..."
grass!
It's unclear what Wen Yinhe's action touched on Lu Huaijin, but Lu Huaijin's composed expression instantly crumbled, redness spreading across his neck and face in a flash, his mind in turmoil.
If Wen Yinhe attacked directly and forcefully, Lu Huaijin wouldn't feel anything.
But the more he did this...
The more meticulous and gentle she was, the more ashamed Lu Huaijin felt.
This posture made it seem as if he were some extremely delicious food that needed to be meticulously plated by Wen Yinhe, placed on a plate with care and attention to detail, before it could be eaten.
Wen Yinhe's subsequent actions perfectly confirmed Lu Huaijin's premonition.
Wen Yinhe obediently lowered his head and gently kissed Lu Huaijin's lips, lingering on them as the kiss moved downwards.
The air quickly became stagnant, and the originally cool air gradually turned hot and humid. The not-so-small bedroom was filled with layers of heat waves, making people dizzy.
Lu Huaijin's long, beautiful fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, the veins on his arms bulging from the force, and a thin layer of sweat covered his fair skin.
With his other hand, he covered his lips with the back of his hand, his unseen teeth grinding uncontrollably against the skin of his hand, leaving deep marks in no time.
Wen Yinhe glanced at him, then suddenly grabbed Lu Huaijin's hand and held it tightly, preventing him from biting her again.
Lu Huaijin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he almost cursed out loud.
He looked down at the man below, who was meticulous and treated with utmost care, as if touching a priceless treasure or a fragile piece of glass, and felt an unbearable anxiety rising within him.
He didn't have any sugar on him, did he? How long are we going to keep licking him?
If we don't get to the point soon, it'll be dawn!
Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Huaijin suddenly flipped Wen Yinhe over and straddled him, his eyes lowered as he looked down at Wen Yinhe. His thin lips were hard and cold, but the corners of his lips seemed to curve upwards slightly.
The taut jawline is smooth yet sharp, extending downwards to the slender neck, with the sexy Adam's apple rolling silently as she swallows.
"Don't dawdle, let me do it."
Wen Yinhe sat up in bed, anxiously grabbing Lu Huaijin's wrist: "Not yet..."
The next second, Wen Yinhe's unfinished words abruptly ended.
A drop of sweat slowly trickled down Wen Yinhe's temple and soaked into the dark sheets.
Lu Huaijin's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
"Mr. Lu, are you alright?" Wen Yinhe asked anxiously, wanting to get away.
But the next second, Lu Huaijin stepped on his chest, preventing him from moving an inch.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Lu Huaijin sneered, clearly gritting his teeth, but his narrowed eyes showed no sign of backing down. Instead, they were filled with the demeanor and aura that only true rulers and superiors possess, as if he were determined to win.
"Now that things have come to this, do you think I'm the kind of person who would admit defeat?"
Meanwhile, Lu Huaijin's inner thoughts were—
Damn, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
Wen Yinhe remained silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "I understand."
After that, the situation spiraled completely out of control.
...
Lu Huaijin had already prepared himself to be slowly tortured to death all night.
But then, at a certain moment, his eyes widened in surprise.
Wait a minute... something seemed a little off just now!
After a while.
Lu Huaijin could no longer hold on and collapsed onto Wen Yinhe.
His fingers dug deep into the muscles of Wen Yinhe's shoulder blade.
It was as if a drowning person had grabbed onto the only piece of driftwood, or as if a sacrificer was trying to give up everything they had.
He was swaying precariously.
No... he can't lie down. Lu Huaijin has never made a decision he regrets in his life.
This isn't his problem; it's that Wen Yinhe's physique and strength are abnormal!
With his strong willpower, Lu Huaijin managed to defend his position as a "superior".
Although the initiative had already been handed over obediently long ago.
"Mr. Lu... Mr. Lu..."
When Lu Huaijin heard Wen Yinhe calling out to him affectionately over and over again in his ear, he felt that he had never heard Wen Yinhe say so many words in his entire life.
And each of those words turned out to be his name.
Lu Huaijin's heart ached terribly, and he felt like he was about to lose his soul, yet he still managed to tremble as he snatched Wen Yinhe's hand and kissed his sweaty, blood-stained palm.
"That's right, that's it. If you want to vent, just vent it all on me. From now on, whenever you want to hurt yourself, why not come to my bed? It's much more fun than hurting yourself, isn't it?"
Lu Huaijin clasped Wen Yinhe's fingers tightly, pressing them together against his chest, letting the man feel his heart beating wildly for him alone at this moment.
"Remember this, Wen Yinhe: it's better to have a sex addiction than to harm yourself. This is my order to you, not a command."
Wen Yinhe had completely lost his mind. An unprecedented happiness overwhelmed him, leaving him almost speechless.
The youngest Best Actor, who had memorized millions of classic lines, was now at a loss for words to express the overwhelming emotions and love that were almost killing him.
He couldn't understand how one person could love another to such an extent.
They should have been complete strangers, yet they were able to become more integrated and intimate than even blood relatives.
This must be a miracle.
At this moment, apart from constantly calling out his lover's name, Wen Yinhe had no idea what else he could do.
"Mr. Lu, I love you so much... Lu Huaijin..."
"Huai Jin..."
"Huai Jin, I love you..."
In a moment of distraction, tears uncontrollably seeped from the corners of Lu Huaijin's eyes, only to be fiercely wiped away by him.
Damn it, he's really been raised well this year, he's so ruthless.
Wen Yinhe desperately pulled Lu Huaijin into his arms, kissing Lu Huaijin's sweaty hair and earlobes repeatedly. His strong and powerful heartbeat seemed to be about to burst through his chest and into Lu Huaijin's chest.
He thought he didn't need any revenge as a gift.
The home that Lu Huaijin gave him was the most precious and weighty gift he had ever received.
It was so precious that he was willing to exchange his body, his soul, and the only love of his life for it.
It was so heavy that even if he devoted his entire life to repaying the debt by staying by the man's side, he still wouldn't be able to pay it off.
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