Chapter 22 I Want to Kiss You
Chapter 22
It was 1:50 in the morning and the world was in silence. Wen Xi, who should have been fast asleep, was unusually awake. All the nerves in his body were tense, and his breathing and heartbeat were disrupted by the rapid knocks on the door.
He stood up in a panic, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and stood barefoot on the bedroom carpet. The huge floor-length dressing mirror beside him showed Wen Xi's panic-stricken appearance.
The kneeling position allowed the pleated skirt to hide the thighs, but when he stood up, the short and narrow skirt could not cover the boy's young body at all. His legs were long, straight and smooth, with almost no hair. The thigh flesh that was finally exposed was all stained with a fleshy pink color due to the heat.
The cold white light from the mobile phone screen hit Wen Xi's face. The mechanical rabbit ears on his head automatically lifted up, then floated down. The fur on the ears brushed against the back of his cold white neck, causing a shiver. But Wen Xi didn't care about that. He stared at the message on the screen with a flushed face.
In addition to a 34-second video call, there were only four concise and clear words in the chat box.
【Wenwen, open the door. 】
A clear and straightforward notification.
It was clear who was outside the door.
Those who had left came back.
What was the background of Yan Jue's chat just now? Wen Xi couldn't remember it. All his attention was on the performance, accusing Yan Jue of being bad in a seemingly sincere but actually false manner.
Has Yanjue arrived home? How far is his home? How can Yanjue, who has been away for half an hour, rush back to the community within fifteen minutes after the video call is hung up?
These questions and the still crisp knocking sound outside the door weighed on Wen Xi's heart.
Wen Xi's brain was in a mess, and his rational thoughts were only a thin thread away from collapse because of Yan Jue's sudden visit.
Things have now begun to become out of control.
The vicious dog, hooked by the sweet meat, did not bow its head and beg for mercy as the hunter wished. Instead, after the hunter turned away triumphantly, the dog broke through the cage with bloodshot eyes, followed the fishy and sweet smell to the hunter's residence, crawled down in the dark corner outside the house, and assumed an attacking posture.
Wen Xi stood there motionless, his narrow fox eyes fixed on the screen of his mobile phone. He was waiting for Yan Jue to continue sending messages, but two minutes later, Yan Jue only sent that one message.
Even the hurried knocking on the door became silent.
The knocking on the door stopped, as if the person outside had never been there, and as if everything that had just happened was Wen Xi's illusion.
The whole house returned to its former tranquility.
Eat the sweet meat, eat the superior human hunter who teased it - this is the thought that every vicious dog that has been teased will have.
They will be eager to bite the throat of the hunter who is teasing them. Their sharp canine teeth can penetrate the fragile human skin/flesh with just a little force. The rich fishy/sweet smell will continuously emerge from the warm and soft human body. Listening to the prey's pitiful sobs for mercy, the greed that itches to the bones will be satisfied.
Wen Xi stood barefoot on the carpet, listening to the outside world. There was no sound, and no new messages on the phone screen. The only message was "Wen Wen, open the door."
There was no peephole on Ming Yao's door, let alone an outdoor camera to get information from the outside world. Once he replied to the message to test it, he would have to accept the fact that he heard the knock on the door, and the further result would be opening the door to face the unknown.
Did Yan Jue leave?
Wenxi couldn't be sure. It was possible that Yanjue saw that he didn't respond and thought he was asleep, so he left for fear of disturbing others. But a more likely result was that Yanjue didn't leave, he was just outside the door, waiting quietly, waiting for Wenxi to open the door and check out out of curiosity.
Compared to Wenxi's carefulness, Yanjue was even worse. He came to Wenxi's residence with great fanfare, making noises to alert Wenxi to his presence, but then he quietly hid in a dark corner, waiting for the timid and playful human to timidly go out to check, and then he would suddenly jump out from the corner.
This is a silent game that is played out in the open.
But the initiative and right of choice are in Wenxi's hands.
The unknown stimulation forced Wen Xi to make a choice as soon as possible.
The air-conditioning unit that had been operating quietly all of a sudden began to roar dully, and a strong gust of cold wind blew directly on Wenxi's exposed skin, stimulating him to shiver violently. The rabbit ears on his head swayed and swept across the back of his neck, bringing with them a slight tremor.
He raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, then suddenly paused.
Yan Jue was coveting him - Wen Xi had always understood that, after all, no one would get close to another person and spend money for no reason, and would travel thousands of miles just to take him to the observatory for a race.
Perhaps the distinguished guest had some affection for him, but how much sincerity this affection had was not particularly important to Wenxi, after all, Wenxi himself had not put much sincerity into the banquet. Carrying a huge debt, Wenxi would never indulge in love.
The only purpose of currying favor with the waiter is to stabilize the only guest staying in his room and get stable tips, but in fact no waiter would secretly drive with the guest to watch the stars outside of working hours without telling anyone else.
The daily interactions between them do not conform to the pattern of interactions between bar waiters and customers. Compared with others, they are more like a pair of anonymous lovers who have not exchanged true feelings.
So, why can't he just date Yan Jue directly?
Having a love affair without true love with a young and handsome guest who was generous and had never been in love before. After paying off the debt and Yanjue losing interest, Wenxi could use the excuse of breaking up to get out smoothly, and then leave directly with Ranran after graduation. He took his sister and mother's ashes to find a quiet place where he would not be disturbed and live a peaceful and safe life in his dreams.
The night always indulges the most sticky dark side of people's hearts, and Wenxi is no exception. Once bad thoughts take root in the heart, they will grow wildly under the nourishment of desire.
The confused thoughts finally flashed with inspiration and found a clear breakthrough. Wen Xi blinked slowly, and his eyeballs moved very slowly. He tilted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart began to beat rapidly.
Between opening the door and not opening the door, he found a third way for himself.
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Wenxi came to the entrance and gently put his ear against the door. There was no sound, and there was silence inside and outside the room.
Although he had decided to open the door and take a look, Wen Xi was still nervous. After all, this kind of physiological emotion could not be changed or eliminated in a short time.
Wen Xi bit her lip, leaned against the door and picked up her cell phone, preparing to send a message to Yan Jue, and listened to whether there was any ringing outside the door.
As soon as he opened the phone interface, the Blue Cat app suddenly pushed him a message that the anchor Li Bai had started a live broadcast. This was the female anchor that Wen Xi had followed when he was looking for inspiration for women's clothing not long ago. But he had never watched live broadcasts online, and he didn't know that the system would automatically push notification messages when the blogger he followed started broadcasting.
As luck would have it, just before he hid behind the door and prepared to test the banquet, the special prompt sound of Blue Cat Live rang.
“Meow——”
The sudden cat's cry scared Wen Xi so much that he shivered and dropped his phone to the ground.
“Bang!”
The silence inside and outside was eerie. Wen Xi's pupils shrank and his mind went blank. He subconsciously squatted down quickly, holding his phone and turning the volume to mute. His heart was beating wildly with fear, and he froze, almost daring not to move.
In fact, Wen Xi still hoped that there was no one outside the door, because the clothes he was wearing were really too embarrassing, and he was not ready to flirt with Yan Jue in this state.
But what you fear will come true. The moment Wen Xi stood up, there were three steady knocks on the door which had been unresponsive.
No longer in a hurry, but slowly and casually knocking on the door.
"Wenxi, your phone is ringing."
The man's low and hoarse voice reached Wenxi's ears through the thin door panel. It was steady, with a hint of confidence, clearly telling Wenxi, I know you are right across the street.
Wen Xi's eyelids jumped, and he lowered his head to look at the crack under the door, then he slowly realized that Yan Jue could judge whether there was someone inside the door by the light from the crack. Before he came, the light from the living room was always leaking out through the loose crack of the door, but the light was blocked by Wen Xi's body, so less light leaked out, and Wen Xi was discovered.
In fact, they all knew that the other party had not left, and they were all testing and waiting, but unfortunately, Wen Xi exposed his weakness first.
Wen Xi's throat rolled, he swallowed silently, and bit the tip of his tongue. The slight pain made him calm down a little, and he dared to reach out and hold the door handle.
Wenxi's palms were very hot, but the steel door handle was surprisingly cold. Wenxi took a deep breath, quickly cheered himself up, and finally mustered up the courage to open the door.
The old staircase was equipped with voice-controlled lights. The sound of opening the door would light up the highly bright incandescent lamp. Wen Xi was always dazzled by it. He subconsciously turned his head, but what greeted him was not the dazzling white light.
Wen Xi paused, remembering that Yan Jue would block the light, so he turned his head back as if nothing had happened, raised his eyes, and met Yan Jue's gaze.
The tall and slender figure of the man standing on the narrow old stairs gave Wenxi an oppressive feeling of being besieged. The dazzling pale light was blocked by Yan Jue behind him, which made Wenxi's eyes no longer hurt, but at the same time also made Yan Jue's eyebrows and eyes fall into dimness.
Yan Jue took off his glasses, and his pair of long, black wolf eyes were exposed to the field of vision without any obstruction. His eye sockets were deep, his pupils were dark, and when he stared at people, there was a sense of crisis as if he was being stared at by a wild beast.
The woody scent continued to penetrate Wenxi's nostrils. Their eyes met. Wenxi saw Yanjue lower his gaze, and he noticed the pleated skirt he was wearing. His face turned red, and he stepped back, making way for the door, and said in a muffled voice, "Come in."
Yan Jue did not move immediately, but stood in the shadow of the stairwell where the lights had long been turned off, and asked, "Is it okay?"
This is so pretentious that it's not even pretense.
Saliva dripped to the ground, making a sticky and dull falling sound. The hungry dog wanted to eat the delicious meat so much that the desire almost turned into reality from his eyes and was transmitted to the human in front of him with a sweet and fishy smell, but he tried his best to restrain the fangs in his mouth and disguise himself as a harmless good dog.
Yan Jue stood an inch outside the door. The light in the room could not illuminate his face clearly, but Wen Xi could still feel the sharpness of his fangs that he could hardly control and exposed.
Wen Xi's breathing stagnated, his eyes were tangled, and he said fiercely: "If you don't want to come in, forget it."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and heard the sound of the room being closed behind him. Someone grabbed his wrist. Wen Xi's heart trembled, and then the world was spinning, and his back hit the cold door.
Wen Xi exclaimed, raised her eyes in panic, and met those dark eyes. They had hugged, sat on each other's thighs, and had more intimate postures, but that didn't stop Wen Xi from feeling that they were still too close.
The man trapped him between the door and his arms. Behind him was the cold door, and in front of him was a burning body. The double tension of ice and fire attacked his sanity. The light from behind shone on Yan Jue, and the shadow cast engulfed Wen Xi.
Wen Xi's breathing and heartbeat were so rapid that he couldn't control them. His body had a physiological reaction to Yan Jue's sudden aggression. His eyelashes were trembling violently, and the ends of his eyes and the tip of his nose were completely red.
Wen Xi licked her lips subconsciously out of nervousness, leaned her head against the door and looked up, her beautiful narrow fox eyes raised, full of panic, and her voice became uncontrollably tense.
He whispered, "What do you want to do?"
The distance between the tips of their noses was no more than ten centimeters. Yan Jue half lowered his head, and under Wen Xi's nervous gaze, he reached out and lightly brushed a strand of hair hanging on his cheek.
Wen Xi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his mouth opened and closed: "You——"
"Why are you so nervous?" The man curled his hair with his fingertips and stopped at Wenxi's ear. He lowered his eyes and stared at the red and soft earlobe beside his hand, and said, "If you are not angry and don't want to show me the little skirt, why did you let me in?"
"ah?"
How come this is different from the scene he imagined with Wen Xi? Logically speaking, Yan Jue should have pinched his chin domineeringly and kissed him.
Eyes met.
The man suddenly moved the fingers floating beside Wenxi's ear, and the fingertips slid down along the auricle and swept over the earlobe. The eerie touch fell on the sensitive earlobe, and Wenxi shuddered in stimulation. He glared at Yanjue in panic, but the man met his embarrassed gaze with his fingers and pinched his earlobe.
Wen Xi's body suddenly froze, and the faint woody scent from Yan Jue's body continued to penetrate into his nostrils, followed by his earlobes being rubbed/kneaded by hot, calloused fingertips.
This feeling of being plundered was even stronger than the one that kissed Wen Xi had felt. This wasn't even a romantic relationship, just some ambiguous flirting, but it was like this already.
Wen Xi opened her mouth in panic, and finally raised her eyebrows to the man, and said sullenly for a long time with a tense face: "Don't... play with my ears."
Yan Jue stared straight at Wen Xi, the pretty little pig with two rabbit ears almost cried. His throat rolled violently and he finally let go after a long while.
But Yan Jue did not back down, and the two still maintained an overly close distance.
"Wenxi." Yan Jue said in a low voice, enunciating each word: "If you don't hate me, why did you let me in?"
"Because I'm not as bad as you, and I don't hold grudges. I'm soft-hearted, and I'll be fine if you coax me." Wen Xi was secretly dissing Yan Jue again.
"Well, I'm a bad guy." Yan Jue raised his eyelids, pinched Wen Xi's earlobe, and said with a hint of laughter in his voice: "You are very soft-hearted."
Their eyes met, Wen Xi suddenly reached out and touched Yan Jue's heart, her palm felt hot, Wen Xi's eyes trembled, she looked at him with her eyelids lifted, and whispered: "And... I like it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xi felt the man's body under his hand suddenly tense and became hot. Wen Xi wanted to stop, but Yan Jue made a move first.
His right hand touched Wen Xi's exposed waist and abdomen through the gap between her pleated skirt and top. The man's palm was hot, and pressing against her flat and thin abdomen, Wen Xi's breathing became rapid due to the burning sensation.
Yan Jue's hands were actually loosely clenched, and as Wen Xi raised her eyes in surprise, his empty palms completely grasped the slender waist, and the position where his thumb fell was just stuck in the dimple of the waist line at the back.
Wen Xi cried out in surprise, and Yan Jue pressed his waist, as if to confirm whether Wen Xi had any intention of running away.
Wen Xi saw that Yan Jue seemed to be satisfied and smiled, but he soon found that the man in front of him was not satisfied. Yan Jue lowered his head and rubbed his nose. In a low and hoarse voice, he politely asked an impolite question: "I want to kiss you, can I?"
Yan Jue's words seemed to have some kind of magic, and Wen Xi felt weak all over.
His entire waist was held in the man's hand. Wen Xi was shivering from the burning heat of the man. He wanted to run but couldn't. The palm of his hand pressed against Yan Jue's chest tightly grasped the man's shirt on his chest. With a wronged look in his eyes, he said what Yan Jue wanted to hear: "Okay then."
After saying this, Wen Xi closed her eyes nervously, her fingers grabbing the man's shirt turned white, waiting for the violent kiss to fall, but Yan Jue was not eager to be rough.
He just pressed their lips together, rubbing them occasionally. Wen Xi was stunned for a moment. He felt the man's left hand touching his neck. His hot big palm touched the back of his neck, and his rough fingers gently rubbed the fragile skin. His movements were slow and gentle, as if to comfort Wen Xi not to be afraid.
Under such gentle comfort, Wen Xi's stiff body slowly relaxed. He opened his eyelids and met Yan Jue's dark and heavy eyes, which were filled with undisguised satisfaction.
It was not until Wen Xi and Yan Jue met eyes that the man's kiss finally became a little heavier, and he pursed Wen Xi's lips.
Wen Xi was in a trance for a moment, his heart beating very fast, again and again, almost bursting out of his chest.
Yan Jue was quite interested in him, and as expected, Yan Jue had never been in a relationship and his kissing skills were average.
Wen Xi blinked slowly, imitating the movements of the protagonist in the novels she had read when being kissed. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked Yan Jue's lips.
The man paused in his slow kiss, and Wen Xi curved her eyes, like a fool who ranked second to last in the exam and taught the last one, and said with some pride: "I'll teach you how to kiss."
But soon Wenxi couldn't laugh anymore.
The thumb pressing on Wenxi's waist suddenly exerted force, and the rough fingertips rubbed the sensitive area that had never been touched by others and even the owner rarely touched.
The sudden movement caused a tingling electric current in the lower back, which spread along the waist to every part of the body. Wen Xi's steps softened, and she staggered into Yan Jue's arms, subconsciously wrapping her arms around the man's waist.
At the same time, the palm at the back of Wenxi's neck was opened wide and clasped the back of his head, forcing Wenxi to look up.
He let out a short "ah", but this action was simply pushing his little red mouth into someone else's mouth.
Her fair lips were forcefully pushed open, and before she could react her soft, wet tongue was caught and rolled up, with their tips entwined and sucked hard, until the root of her tongue became numb.
Yan Jue pinched the back of his neck and pushed him up, and the arm across his waist almost tried to strangle him into his body.
The moment the man's hot and rough tongue licked Wen Xi's upper jaw, he whimpered in unbearable pain, his pupils contracted violently, and his fingertips gripping the man's shirt tightened suddenly.
The movements of the feast became violent and urgent, and the sound of water overflowed from the entangled lips and tongues.
The fierce French kiss made the novice Wen Xi unable to react at all. He was completely controlled by Yan Jue, and all his sensory experiences were like the other party holding the power of life and death.
The violent and intense French kiss finally ended just before Wen Xi was about to faint. Wen Xi fell into Yan Jue's arms and legs weakly, with the back of her neck pinched as she looked up at the man.
The man's eyes were as dark as a whirlpool. He lowered his head and gently rubbed the boy's red, swollen and soft lips.
"How's it feeling, baby?"
The man's voice was low and sexy, and there was an indescribable sense of satisfaction in it. Wen Xi's confused and chaotic brain slowly came back to his senses.
Wen Xi had a dazed expression, and showed him the tip of her tongue, which was red and swollen from being sucked. She instinctively begged for comfort: "It hurts."
Yan Jue's throat rolled violently. He watched silently as the boy's scattered eyes gradually focused and then slowly turned red. He accused him with shame, timidity, grievance and regret.
"You're so aggressive."
"Do you want to eat me, Yan Jue?"
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