Chapter 74 Slap
Mu Yan's body instinctively wanted to push the man away, but reason told him that he shouldn't provoke the kidnapper at this moment.
Mu Yan's jaw trembled slightly. Then, he felt his clothes being slowly lifted, and a breeze, slightly cooler than his body temperature, brushed against his bare skin. Warm lips kissed his lower abdomen once again.
His breath sprayed onto his sensitive skin.
From the day he was marked, Mu Yan had not experienced any intimate contact. But his body had long since developed a taste for it, and his physiological instincts had sculpted him into an overly sensitive state.
The air conditioning was on in the room, keeping it at a comfortable temperature, so it wasn't too cold. However, Mu Yan still couldn't help but shiver slightly, and even his breathing became erratic.
The man seemed to notice his physical reaction, and gave a light, wicked laugh, his lips brushing against Mu Yan's skin, moving down his lower abdomen little by little.
Mu Yan opened his eyes wide. His vision was completely obscured by darkness. The inability to see and the unpredictable sensations made him tremble with helplessness.
He tried to curl his legs up, but the man easily pressed down on his knees, as if handling a beloved toy, his movements gentle yet controlling.
Just as the man was about to touch a more sensitive spot, a sudden cell phone notification broke the almost out-of-control silence.
bite--.
Mu Yan seemed to have finally found a lifeline, his body tensed up suddenly, and he subconsciously struggled.
The man froze for a moment.
A moment later, the man slowly got up, his forehead resting on Mu Yan's shoulder. He was breathing heavily but he was holding back, and he did not continue.
As his fingertips gently traced along his side, Mu Yan heard him let out a barely audible chuckle, as if mocking himself.
The phone rang again the next second.
The man finally released him and stepped away from him.
Mu Yan was panting, curled up, trembling slightly, whether from fear or a sudden feeling of emptiness.
The man gently took his hand again, skillfully untied the tie on his wrist, and unlocked his phone with the fingerprint of his right index finger.
Mu Yan's heart was about to jump out of his throat. Most people use their right thumb to unlock their fingerprints, so why did he think of using his index finger to unlock it on the first try?
Could this person have been stalking me for a long time?
The man remained motionless for a long time, presumably looking at his phone.
Mu Yan's heart pounded like a drum as he silently prayed.
Hopefully it's his older brother, or He Fan, Shen Jiayu, or anyone else. As long as someone notices that he hasn't replied to messages or that his tone is strange, they will definitely call the police immediately.
The man opened the newly received message, swiped his finger lightly, and pressed the voice playback button.
A clear and gentle male voice rang out in the quiet space.
It is He Fan.
"Brother, are you home yet? Haven't you eaten yet? Let me order you some takeout."
"Or I can pick you up now, and we can grab a late-night snack together. It seems like that really good and cheap Japanese restaurant behind the school has opened a branch here. The food at this bar isn't very good, and I haven't eaten much, so I'm actually a bit hungry now."
Mu Yan subconsciously struggled, trying to reach for her phone in the direction of the sound, but the man grabbed her arm.
The man's movements weren't particularly rough, but no matter how much Mu Yan struggled, he couldn't break free.
Mu Yan was panting, her voice trembling, but she still tried to soften her tone and plead with the man in front of her: "...Could I reply to a message? My friend can't find me, what if they call the police...? I'll do whatever you want after this..."
He Fan doesn't eat sashimi, so as long as he sends a message saying that they should go eat sashimi together again next time, he will definitely know.
Mu Yan felt he was about to grasp a glimmer of hope, but the next second, the man chuckled softly.
The man skillfully operated Mu Yan's phone, the sound of typing and sending messages being exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Mu Yan felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, his whole body turning ice-cold.
"Please..." Mu Yan gritted her teeth, struggling to suppress her involuntary sobs, "I'll just say one thing. My friends will worry..."
The other person's hand pressed down on him showed no sign of loosening, and Mu Yan even heard the other person take a deep breath.
"Friend?" The man's voice was deliberately lowered, but he was so angry that he almost couldn't suppress his true voice if he said a few more words.
Then, keeping his hands above his head, the man pressed his body down and pried open Mu Yan's lips.
He kissed Mu Yan fiercely and forcefully, as if he wanted to devour him whole.
Mu Yan was startled and struggled to push him away, but his hands were already bound, and he could only shake them helplessly.
He was pinned down on the bed, blindfolded and unable to see, but his senses became unusually sharp as a result.
The man's scent was clearly that of the cigars Shang Qiyue usually smoked!
Mu Yan froze as if struck by lightning.
He suddenly used all his strength to push away the person who was pressing down on him, and without hesitation, slapped him hard across the face.
A crisp sound exploded in the dim and quiet room.
Mu Yan was panting, gritting his teeth, his eyes bloodshot beneath the blindfold, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end, staring intently at the other person, his whole body trembling slightly.
His voice was hoarse and trembling uncontrollably: "Shang Qiyue... get out of here!"
Shang Qiyue's head tilted slightly from the blow, and his movements paused briefly. Mu Yan had used all his strength when he hit him; even as an S-rank alpha, he was experiencing tinnitus.
The moment he regained consciousness, his first reaction was to kneel down in front of Mu Yan and help him remove the silk blindfold that no longer served any purpose.
The moment Mu Yan regained his freedom, he pushed him away forcefully, but Shang Qiyue quickly hugged him tightly again, as if he had been prepared for this, and Mu Yan couldn't break free at all.
Shang Qiyue held him tightly in his arms, calling him "baby" in a slightly hoarse voice.
The moment Mu Yan saw him, she noticed that he had lost a lot of weight and looked unwell.
If Mu Yan didn't feel heartache unconsciously, then she wouldn't be Mu Yan.
But Mu Yan still avoided eye contact and said nothing.
"Why are you so close to that person in the bar?"
"What's it to you? Let go." Mu Yan gritted her teeth and replied coldly.
Shang Qiyue tightened his grip on her arm: "Please don't go, okay? Don't go on a date with him, okay... He's just a bastard child. Everything he can give you, I can give you too. I like you more than he does, I like you more than anyone else..."
“I can date whoever I want,” Mu Yan said. He didn’t know anything about He Fan’s family affairs, but he also knew that nothing was a secret to someone like Shang Qiyue. Hearing Shang Qiyue insult He Fan like that, he became even angrier. “Can’t you say anything else without belittling others?”
"You said you'd like me more than anyone else, and your way of showing your affection is by blindfolding me and tying me up here? Shang Qiyue, if you'd dared to show your face from the start, I might have thought more highly of you."
Shang Qiyue lowered his head and whispered sorry, but there was no remorse in his eyes.
Otherwise, Mu Yan will really be snatched away by someone else.
Mu Yan would also use the same tenderness he showed to others, just like when he no longer wanted Lu Chong.
Just thinking about it made Shang Qiyue tremble with anger.
Not only is He Fan younger than me, but he also has a good appearance that rivals mine, and he has all sorts of despicable methods. He even went so far as to deliberately make Mu Yan fall on him.
If it were him, how could he bear to let Mu Yan fall over a little physical contact? What if he couldn't catch him?
That little bastard is not good enough for Mu Yan! He doesn't genuinely like Mu Yan at all!
"A ring," Shang Qiyue seemed to remember something, hurriedly found a ring box on the bedside table in the bedroom, took out the ring, and wanted to put it on Mu Yan's finger, "Baby, I ordered a ring. It's the last design by a designer in Milan before he retired. It's one of a kind in the whole world..."
The ring was indeed beautiful, with a deep blue diamond paired with an exquisite setting that complemented each other perfectly. Even Mu Yan, who had no knowledge of jewelry, could tell from the large diamond that it was very valuable.
Shang Qiyue was in such a hurry to find the ring that he accidentally knocked over the cigar box on the bedside table, and the remaining two cigars fell out. Mu Yan glanced at it with disgust and said, "Smoking so much, why don't you just smoke yourself to death?"
Shang Qiyue was taken aback: "Are you worried about me, baby...? I won't smoke anymore. If you don't like it, I won't smoke anymore..."
Mu Yan only said this one sentence before looking at him again. He pushed away Shang Qiyue's hand, which was trying to put a ring on his finger, and tried to get out of bed and leave.
Shang Qiyue hugged him again, his arms trembling slightly from the excitement.
"Luo Cheng, my dad, all the doctors involved in that incident... I've made all the people you hate disappear. Please stop hating me, okay?"
"He Fan... I saw your chat. I know you're just friends, but I just can't stand it... Seeing you with someone else makes me feel like I'm going crazy..."
"We're friends now, but that might not be the case in the future." Mu Yan coldly interrupted him. "If you can't stand it now, there will be even more unbearable things for you in the future. If it wasn't He Fan, it would be someone else. Just because you slept with me for a few months, does that mean I have to be a widow for you for the rest of my life?"
Shang Qiyue seemed to have been stabbed hard, and his eyes suddenly became painful and obsessive.
He leaned in and kissed Mu Yan again, hoping to stop Mu Yan from talking anymore.
He didn't want to hear it; he didn't want to hear any of it.
He cupped Mu Yan's face in his hands. Mu Yan's words were sharp and barbed, but his lips were as soft as jelly, warm and tender.
Why didn't I kiss him more often when we could kiss freely back then?
"Baby, let's not talk about these things, okay? I... I'll just pretend he never existed. Let's just live our lives well. I've picked a date; we can get our marriage certificate the day after tomorrow. You don't like too many people watching the wedding, so let's have a destination wedding abroad, and your family can come along too..."
"Your mother and brother both like me quite a bit..." Shang Qiyue said softly, lacking confidence.
His words were so humble, like those of an honest husband who had been cheated on by his wife but was still enduring humiliation and trying to win her back. Mu Yan finally couldn't hold back anymore and bit his shoulder hard.
Shang Qiyue winced in pain, but hugged him even tighter.
"Let go!" Mu Yan pushed him angrily. "I want to go home."
Shang Qiyue ignored it.
"This is your home, baby. If you don't like living here, we'll move back to Rose Garden. If you don't like Rose Garden either, I'll buy whichever house you prefer, and you can decorate it however you like, okay? As long as you want to be with me, I'll do whatever you say..."
"Do you still like the place you're living in now? I think it's a little cramped, but it's okay. Then we can't hire a live-in housekeeper anymore..."
"Let go!" Mu Yan was about to be driven crazy by his shameless self-talk. "I can't breathe."
Shang Qiyue was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously obeyed and reduced his strength a little.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mu Yan used all her strength to push him away and staggered towards the door.
But before he could even touch the doorknob, the person behind him grabbed him around the waist and easily pulled him back.
Mu Yan really didn't have the patience to play this game of cat and mouse with him anymore. He pushed Shang Qiyue hard and cursed angrily.
"I said this is the end, Shang Qiyue! I've cured your illness. You can go find whoever you want from now on. The only reason you're still hung up on me is because we slept together. And I really did try my best to please you before..."
Mu Yan took a deep breath.
"But this ends here. You're cured, you can find someone else now. Alphas and omegas are the perfect match, and there are plenty of people willing to pamper and indulge you more than I have. You'll see once you try. I'm just born with a lowly fate, I'm incompatible with you rich people. Let me go, and let yourself go too, okay?"
"But..." Shang Qiyue gasped for breath, pressing him tightly into his arms, "But I only love you. I only love you in this life, and I'll haunt you even as a ghost in the next."
[Author's Note]
Business Dog's Diary: Actually, when a baby slaps you, the first thing you smell is the fragrance, then the slap. The moment the fragrance fills your nostrils, the burning sensation on your face isn't pain anymore, it's pleasure. (Source: Internet)
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