Chapter 102 It's really addictive
Wu Suowei looked at the priceless paperweight on Chi Cheng's desk and couldn't help but pick it up to weigh it, muttering, "Tsk, what can this thing really suppress? It's not even as effective as the ten-dollar copper Pixiu sold by Lao Wang at the door! What a waste of money!"
Chi Cheng looked up from the documents and saw Wu Suowei's "heartbroken" comment. He didn't refute it, but asked, "Where is Lao Wang setting up his stall?"
Wu Suowei's eyes lit up, and he immediately became energetic. He came to the desk and gestured excitedly: "It's at XX intersection! The stall will be open at 3 pm on time! His Pixiu is very powerful! Last time I..."
He began to talk about the "miracles" of Lao Wang's Pixiu. The sunlight shone through the window onto his vivid profile, bringing a long-lost, heartless vitality.
Chi Cheng put down his pen, leaned back slightly in his chair, and focused his gaze on Wu Suowei's beaming face.
The sunshine-like light, filled with petty-bourgeois wisdom, dispelled the usual coldness in the study.
As he listened to these seemingly illogical "miracles," the faint curve of his lips remained. Well, this was good. His people should stay alive in his territory like this.
Wu Suowei was wearing the pajamas that Chi Cheng bought for him, the material of which was so good that it hurt his flesh, and he was lying on the railing to enjoy the breeze.
My mood...is a bit complicated. I'm still afraid of those snakes, and I still think Chi Cheng is a lunatic.
But... I don't seem to want to escape anymore? I'm even a little used to this madman's domineering presence?
This realization made him despise himself a little.
The balcony door was pushed open.
Chi Cheng walked over and stood next to Wu Suowei very naturally, very close to him, with his arm barely touching his.
Wu Suowei's body stiffened for a moment, but he did not jump away immediately like before.
He hesitated for a moment, then very slowly and tentatively placed his elbow on Chi Cheng's strong arm.
A tiny, active approach.
The slight touch on his arm caused Chi Cheng's breathing to pause almost imperceptibly for a moment.
He turned his head and looked at Wu Suowei's profile, which seemed somewhat soft in the night.
There was no refusal. He raised his hand, not pinching his chin or restraining him like before, but with an unfamiliar, yet unquestionable strength, he grasped Wu Suowei's shoulders and pulled him into his arms.
Wu Suowei's body tensed instantly, but he did not struggle.
He leaned stiffly in Chi Cheng's arms, his nose filled with the other's scent.
The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness, but the chest against my back felt hot and solid.
A strange, complex mixture of fear, resignation, peace of mind, and a hint of... a sense of belonging, quietly spread within him. He sighed softly, as if accepting his fate, but also as... a silent response. He tilted his head slightly and gently rested his cheek against Chi Cheng's shoulder.
A clumsy, tentative dependence.
Feeling the warm and cautious touch on his shoulder, Chi Cheng suddenly tightened his arms around Wu Suowei!
A strong, almost satisfied undercurrent welled up in his eyes.
He lowered his head, rubbing his chin against the soft crown of Wu Suowei's head, and his voice melted into the night: "I'll take you to buy a Pixiu tomorrow. It's Lao Wang's."
Wu Suowei buried his face in Chi Cheng's shoulder and curled the corners of his mouth almost imperceptibly.
Well, this madman, sometimes... doesn't seem that bad?
At least, I promised to buy him a Pi Xiu.
Even though he was spending a madman's money, he still felt a little pain.
But this feels... like... not bad?
He closed his eyes and let himself indulge in this twisted yet blazing warmth.
Forget it, I can’t run away.
That's it.
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the thick curtains, making Wu Suowei's eyelids itchy.
He tried to turn over in a daze, but found himself entangled like an octopus and unable to move.
His back was pressed against the hot, solid chest, and an iron arm was across his waist, holding him in his arms domineeringly.
It’s Chi Cheng.
Wu Suowei regained consciousness instantly, and his body stiffened instinctively.
Although... although he had already accepted his fate, this close, strong hug still made his heart beat disorderly, mixed with residual fear and a strange... throbbing.
He tried to quietly move the heavy arm from around his waist.
He held his breath, and carefully placed his fingers on Chi Cheng's arm that was across his waist. "Think a little." His struggle was obviously weaker, with a bit of panic.
Looking at the person under him with his eyes tightly closed, eyelashes trembling, and ears red, Chi Cheng felt a sense of control and satisfaction mixed with a deeper, lustful desire in his heart.
This little thing says it's not afraid, but its body is very honest.
This look of obvious resistance yet a bit of youthful allure fascinated him more than pure fear.
He enjoyed this kind of pulling, and enjoyed the feeling of Wu Suowei losing control little by little under his control.
Chi Cheng did not let him go immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and slowly moved his hot lips along Wu Suowei's red earlobe. Finally, he took the small and sensitive earlobe into his mouth and rubbed it with his teeth.
"Ah!" Wu Suowei's body suddenly arched up as if he had been struck by electricity! A strong tingling sensation instantly spread from his earlobe to his whole body! He gasped in shock and struggled even harder, his voice filled with tears and shame: "Chi Cheng! You...you don't bite! Let go...mmmm!"
Chi Cheng stopped him from saying anything else. It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a deep one that carried a sense of plunder and punishment, forcefully prying open his teeth and conquering him.
The hand that was pinching his chin loosened and instead clasped the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place and allowing him to endure this undeniable kiss.
The other hand that was clasping his wrist also loosened, but slid in along the hem of his pajamas, and the palm with thin calluses pressed against the sensitive skin on his waist.
Wu Suowei's struggles gradually turned into futile sobs and trembling under Chi Cheng's forceful kisses and touches on his waist. His initial fear and resistance, swept by the suffocating kisses and unfamiliar emotions, were slowly replaced by a dizzy, confused, and somewhat sinking feeling of powerlessness.
He endured it passively, his fingers unconsciously clenching the sheets beneath him, his body trembling slightly in Chi Cheng's hot embrace.
Only when he felt the person in his arms was about to suffocate did Chi Cheng reluctantly let go of his lips.
Looking at Wu Suowei breathing heavily, his eyes blurred and his lips swollen and red, the darkness in Chi Cheng's eyes became even darker.
He wiped the water stains from the corners of Wu Suowei's mouth with the back of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you still getting up?"
Wu Suowei finally caught his breath. When he heard the question, he glared at Chi Cheng with embarrassment and annoyance. His eyes were wet, but not very murderous, and instead seemed like a reproach.
He pushed away Chi Cheng's arm that was still pressing on him, and like a frightened rabbit, he rolled off the bed, standing barefoot on the carpet, away from the bed. While tidying up his torn pajamas, he growled with a red face, "Get up! Go wash up now!"
After saying that, he rushed into the bathroom without looking back and slammed the door!
Chi Cheng leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the tightly closed bathroom door and listening to the obviously hurried sound of water coming from inside.
He raised his hand and touched his lower lip with his fingertips as if savoring the feeling, as if the soft and warm touch was still lingering.
The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a satisfied and wild arc.
Well, a new day starts with a "wake-up call", which feels...good.
He stood up slowly, walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door, his voice carrying an unquestionable command: "Hurry up. Breakfast is getting cold."
The sound of water inside suddenly stopped, and there was a flurry of crashing sounds.
The smile in Chi Cheng's eyes deepened. This feeling of holding someone tightly in your hand, watching them struggle, feel embarrassed and helpless, is really... addictive.
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