Chapter 100 Have you thought it through? "Uh, you..."
"Uh, you, you're not going to get on?" The young man in the white coat looked at the person on the bed, then at the calm and nonchalant man beside him.
He thought he'd called him over because he had a fever and a cold, and he didn't have any medicine in his suitcase. Turns out it was this. This is easy to solve, just like in novels, you could do *that*, why bother calling him over?
Zhu Yanhe clicked his tongue, and the young man immediately continued, "I can't prepare any medicine for you right now. Why don't you show him some films to relieve the symptoms? It's the same thing."
"What's the movie?" The person on the bed pulled the blanket up, revealing a pair of round eyes.
"Don't ask, kid." The young man smiled, picked up his suitcase, and went out the door. "Make sure the lubrication is done properly."
"What is lubrication?" Ning Buyi poked his head out a little and asked.
"Don't ask, little kids."
A sound came from afar, followed by the sound of a door closing. Zhu Yanhe stood there for a while, and then there was a rustling sound on the bed. The boy curled up in a ball under the covers.
Zhu Yanhe asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
He poked his head out from under the covers, nodded, and then immediately shrank back inside after responding to Zhu Yanhe.
The man sighed, went out for a while, and came back with a notebook in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled the person out of the blanket, and found that Ning Buyi's body temperature was very high, making the blanket warm.
"What do you want to see?" Zhu Yanhe casually searched for a website and clicked on it. This kind of website is a guaranteed pop-up when browsing the internet, and finding it is as easy as drinking water.
"I don't know." He covered his eyes, peeking out a crack. The things on the screen made his heart race. Was this even something to watch?!
Zhu Yanhe casually clicked on a video, and the screen switched to play. The boy was leaning against the man's chest, his eyes fixed on the electronic screen.
The screen is filled with white, and this body looks like Zhu Yanhe and him. Why are they doing this? Is this what they call "on top"? They both seem to be very comfortable.
He pointed at the two people and said, "Zhu Yanhe, I feel like this is me and you."
Zhu Yanhe's forehead twitched upon hearing this. This little fool was so clueless and reckless, not even afraid of getting his shoes wet by the river.
"Zhu Yanhe, I feel terrible." He lay on Zhu Yanhe's body, his voice filled with grievance. This sight made him feel very strange; he would inexplicably think of him and Zhu Yanhe.
Before Zhu Yanhe could do anything, he started breathing heavily, his body rising and falling slightly, as if he were lying on a beach, with waves lapping against him.
Zhu Yanhe's breathing became rapid, his breaths mingling together, and the temperature in the room began to rise gradually. An indescribable feeling surged up with each of Zhu Yanhe's movements.
He couldn't help but squeeze his legs together, but they were held in place by the man's large hand. The video on the computer was at its climax, and intermittent sounds came through. He glanced at it briefly, then quickly turned his head away.
The sound struck Ning Buyi's eardrums again and again, making him blush from his face to the roots of his ears. Zhu Yanhe lifted the boy's chin with one free hand and looked down at him.
The boy seemed to know what the man was going to do. Before Zhu Yanhe could kiss him, his red tongue darted out first. This kiss was more passionate than ever before, and his mouth was warmer than usual. Zhu Yanhe held him and slowly swept his tongue across his mouth.
The man's heavy breathing sprayed onto his face, and that strange feeling kept rising. The boy suddenly tried to pry Zhu Yanhe's hands off, but the back of his head was still being held.
The wicked, soft tongue retreated, and he lay listlessly in the man's arms, forgetting even to remove the red mark. After a while, he buried his face in Zhu Yanhe's chest, refusing to see anyone.
He actually did that! How embarrassing!
"Your first time," Zhu Yanhe whispered, pressing a light kiss against his earlobe.
Ning Buyi couldn't understand what he was saying. He grabbed the man's collar and looked up at him, his pupils glistening with tears.
Zhu Yanhe felt dry and couldn't help but swallow.
The boy asked, puzzled, "What is the first time?"
Zhu Yanhe took a wet wipe from the bedside table and wiped his fingertips.
The effects of the drug seemed to be wearing off, and the man explained basic physiological knowledge to him, which Ning Buyi listened to with nods.
"Then I'll help you with your first time too."
Ning Buyi lowered her head and followed the movement of his hand, her fair hand reaching out towards Zhu Yanhe.
"No need." The man grabbed his hand as he tried to touch him. "Are you still feeling unwell?"
The boy shook his head, snorted and bumped into Zhu Yanhe, his little mouth babbling incessantly: "You, you, then go away, all you know how to do is mess with me and not let me mess with you, how can you be so bad, you're always like this, you're never going to play with me anymore, I'm going to lose points and I don't like you anymore."
"You really don't like me anymore?" Zhu Yanhe chuckled and pecked the boy's lips.
"Mmm, I'll like you if you let me do it." His eyes were sparkling, completely unaware of what he was asking for.
Zhu Yanhe pondered for a moment, then released his hand and leaned back lazily, his eyelashes drooping as he watched the boy slowly approach.
He heard a soft panting as soon as he touched her. Ning Buyi didn't understand why Zhu Yanhe was reacting so strongly. It was just a touch.
He looked up and saw that Zhu Yanhe's cheeks were flushed. Ning Buyi stared in disbelief: "Zhu Yanhe, look closely."
Zhu Yanhe lifted her eyelids to look at him, her voice slightly hoarse: "Mm."
"Zhu Yanhe, why can't I hold onto this?" Ning Buyi asked, his curiosity piqued, as he slid the pen and pondered.
Zhu Yanhe pressed his knuckles together, unwilling to speak. The boy's current actions had greatly shocked the man. Zhu Yanhe met his earnest gaze, and his heart pounded vigorously, as if coated with a layer of frosting sugar.
He liked Zhu Yanhe, but he himself was unaware of it.
Ning Buyi also has a major advantage: he is quick-witted and learns things very fast.
He felt the warmth in his palms, but saw no results. With a spirit of learning, Ning Buyi remembered the method taught in the video and bent down.
Looking closely at Ning Buyi made him blush. He had barely stammered a little when Zhu Yanhe pulled him up. He was confused, and his vision was already blurred. What else could he be but a little genius!
Zhu Yanhe leaned against the headboard with his eyes closed, the sudden pain and heat causing him to surrender. The man picked up the boy and gently wiped away the "tears" from his face, pinching his chin.
Zhu Yan held his face and kissed him tenderly, their hot breaths mingling. Ning Buyi didn't let go of his hand either. After thinking for a moment, he continued, and the person kissing him breathed a little heavier.
If things continue to develop like this, neither Zhu Yan nor he himself will be able to hold back.
The man grasped his wrist and gently moved it away, his eyes and cheeks flushed, his voice hoarse: "That's enough."
"Zhu Yanhe, but I still feel unwell." Ning Buyi's heart pounded at the sight of this man, and he mischievously lied. He rolled over and straddled Zhu Yanhe's waist and abdomen, leaning forward to nibble on the man's lips like a puppy.
Zhu Yanhe remained silent, indulging the boy's wishes.
Ning Buyi gently nuzzled Zhu Yanhe, just like he had done in the video. He wanted to see more of Zhu Yanhe's handsome face, and as he thought this, his hand rested on her again as if out of nowhere.
The beautiful flower in front of him was unfolding its petals, inviting Zhu Yanhe to pick it. He led the man to touch the flower's stamen.
In that instant, a pair of large hands grabbed his waist and lifted him up: "That's enough, baby."
Ning Buyi turned back to look, his hands reluctant to let go, like a child playing with a toy. He spoke in a daze:
"Zhu Yanhe, if we can't get in here, why can we get in there?"
Zhu Yanhe took a deep breath and gently coaxed, "Let's not go in, let's go to sleep."
"But I'm still not feeling well." He kissed Zhu Yan and tried to distract the man, while his hand continued to probe inside, but he couldn't get in no matter what he did.
Zhu Yanhe's forehead was beaded with sweat from being aroused. No matter how much he tried to control his desires, he couldn't resist Ning Buyi's pleas at this moment. He asked in a deep voice, panting, "Have you thought it through?"
Ning Buyi blinked, only to find his lips so inviting to kiss, and leaned in again. At that moment, Ning Buyi's request for a kiss was no different from his acceptance; the fire that had been suppressed within him seemed to reignite.
The room was constantly heated, raising the temperature by several degrees. The figures on the bed were intertwined, the buttons of the boy's shirt were all undone, and his skin looked even whiter under the man's large hands. The man's palms slid gently over his waist and abdomen.
"You can still regret it now." Zhu Yanhe brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, his eyes reflecting his innocent yet slightly bitter expression.
Ning Buyi looked confused and said earnestly, "Zhu Yanhe, are you not good enough?"
Zhu Yanhe didn't speak, but reached into the bedside table and took out a few things. He gently patted the boy's pert buttocks and said with a smile, "Don't cry."
Ning Buyi draped his legs over the man's waist and rubbed against him impatiently. He wasn't going to cry!
The moonlight quietly faded, taking away the pale white light from the window. The warm yellow wall lamp cast a soft glow, and the solid wood bed swayed gently.
The boy's face was covered in tears, his eyes were red and his eyes were still glistening with tears, as if they were made of water and kept flowing.
Her jet-black hair was slightly damp and stuck to her forehead. She was still clutching a cotton sheet tightly in her hand, just like the grass swaying up and down when a summer rain shower came and raindrops the size of beans hit it.
The man's muscles, usually hidden under his suit, were now fully revealed, and he could easily lift Ning Buyi with one hand.
The room was filled with a strong smell mixed with the warmth of the heating, and a series of faint moans followed one after another. At first, he covered his mouth and refused to make a sound, but later even his voice was broken into pieces.
As dawn broke, Zhu Yanhe carried the exhausted man, who was nearly fainting, to the bathroom to wash him. Ning Buyi lay back in the bathtub, idly splashing water with his hands, while the man carefully rubbed foam into his skin: "Does it hurt?"
The boy wiggled his index finger; it was the only part of his body he could move, and it only hurt a little at first.
The man chuckled. There were many red marks on his back, all from a cat's scratches. There were also a few teeth marks on his shoulders and neck, which might not fade for a long time.
He fell asleep in Zhu Yanhe's arms before he had even finished showering. The man quickly washed them both clean, then carried them out of the bathroom. Since the master bedroom was no longer suitable for sleeping, Zhu Yanhe carried him to the second bedroom.
The boy was fast asleep. When Zhu Yanhe held him tightly in his arms, he could hear him breathing softly. The man kissed his cheek, as if he were treating something precious.
Zhu Yanhe pressed his head against the boy's, gently stroking the boy's palm. Zhu Yanhe knew he had acted impulsively and couldn't control his desires. Ning Buyi had been drugged, but he hadn't. He was shamelessly and consciously sinking into depravity.
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Author's Note: [Stand-up rabbit head] To find out what happens next...
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