Chapter 69 He will no longer be a child with a longevity lock placed in his body…
"Yes, it's Xiao He." Ning Buyi's eyes glistened with tears, his hair was casually scattered, and he looked like he had been bullied badly, as pitiful as could be.
"Xiao He won't bite." Zhu Yanhe bit his neck in dissatisfaction. The itchiness mixed with pain almost overwhelmed Ning Buyi's senses. He groaned with a sob in his voice, but his mind was still working on the correct answer: "Zhu, Yanhe."
Zhu Yanhe chuckled softly, determined to tease him. He didn't stop: "Guess again."
The heat flowed down his collarbone into the oversized hoodie, and Ning Buyi trembled slightly. His mind was a complete mess. He blinked in confusion, looking utterly bewildered. The person on top of him was still biting him, making him so anxious that he was about to cry again. Anyone who saw him would feel sorry for him.
The boy rubbed one eye, sobbing intermittently, "It's... Zhu Yanhe."
"Why?" Zhu Yanhe looked at him with great interest, her eyes filled with a spring-like water that could almost drown a person, both alluring and extremely dangerous.
Ning Buyi's face looked as if it had been soaked in a wine jar, even his neck was pink. He said haltingly, "Only Zhu Yanhe will... will bite me."
Zhu Yanhe gave a soft scoff, then bit his lower lip again, gently grinding his thick, soft lip between her teeth, her voice hoarse: "Would he bite like that?"
Ning Buyi shook his head, saying that Zhu Yanhe would never bite his lips.
The hand slowly roamed over his waist, slipping under his clothes from some unknown gap. The warm palm had barely touched his soft flesh when he was so agitated that he burrowed into the arms of the person next to him, then hurriedly grabbed the mischievous hand and squeezed it tightly, only managing to let out a few sobs.
It unnecessarily adds to the desire for blessings and harmony, thus aiding and abetting evil.
Would he bite like that?
Zhu Yanhe then put that piece of flesh from the collarbone into his mouth again. The faint pain was almost completely washed away by the continuous pleasure. Ning Buyi pressed his legs together tightly, and his hazy eyes simply closed as he watched. He still shook his head.
"What will he do?" Zhu Yanhe pressed his forehead against his, his heavy breathing revealing his undisguised desire, which was being aroused layer by layer, coaxing the boy little by little.
Ning Buyi's face looked as if he had applied rouge. He cupped the face of the person in front of him, straightened his body, bit his cheek with his white teeth, and gently scraped the skin, like a puppy teasing a human.
"Yes, that's how it is." The boy's eyes were filled with a thick mist, obscuring everything he saw. Zhu Yanhe gazed at him from below, his heart already leaping into the boy's body during their passionate kiss, a one-sided, unspoken connection.
The two people looked at each other, one with a clear gaze and the other with a blurred one.
Ning Buyi grabbed his drooping hand and rubbed it against his cheek, absorbing the warmth. He seemed a little embarrassed and whispered, "I want more."
With a deep breath, Zhu Yan asked softly, "What do you want?"
"I want you to kiss me...it feels so good." He lowered his head, his ears twitching, and he felt ashamed to express his thoughts.
"Look up." He commanded, and Ning Buyi obediently raised his head, his pupils sparkling with starlight.
A long-awaited kiss then fell, tender and lingering, pouring out all its love.
Zhu Yanhe also had his own selfish motives. He liked Ning Buyi when he was drunk, as if Ning Buyi belonged to him for that moment, and they were lovers openly and legitimately.
A drunken Ning Buyi is a unique blessing and a crystal shoe that exists before midnight.
A month ago, Zhu Yanhe also carried someone out under the moonlight, but one destination was an internet cafe, and the other was his home.
As night fell, the moonlight quietly climbed the high-rise building. In the dimly lit room, Zhu Yanhe stared at the sleeping boy's face.
His cheeks were bulging, and he reached out to gently stroke the boy's upturned nose with his knuckles. His thick eyelashes trembled and lightly brushed against his skin. Zhu Yanhe's eyes were deep and dark, and he felt that with every glance at him, his love grew a little more.
This love first sprouted at a certain moment, and then grew wildly, uncontrollably, and savagely.
They attempted to tightly control the boy.
The morning sunlight climbed up along the path of last night's moonlight, warmly bathing the boy and playfully lifting his eyelids. Ning Buyi rubbed his eyes and stretched out under the covers before getting up.
Her hair fell in disarray, and as she began to regain consciousness, the belated pain from the alcohol surged up. Ning Buyi rubbed her head and looked around. The room layout was familiar, but one side of the bed was empty. Zhu Yanhe had already gotten up.
He had changed into soft pajamas. He looked down at himself and saw red marks scattered across his fair skin. Was Zhu Yanhe a dog?
He remembered something and groped around, only to find a silver ring on his hand. The sunlight shone on it, making it glow white. The boy raised his hand to look at it, wondering how he had suddenly gotten a ring on his hand!
He tried desperately to recall the memories, but the pages were blank. Ning Buyi struggled to climb out of bed, planning to give Zhu Yan a fright, but just as he was getting off the bed, a flash of white caught his eye.
He stopped in his tracks. The wooden floor was warm from the sun, and a white rabbit and bear sat quietly beside a book with folded pages.
Ning Buyi moved closer, picking up the small doll with his fingertips. Didn't he send it to Xiao He? Why is it here?
He turned the little doll around again and sure enough, he saw that touch of pink—the color from when he ate the dragon fruit that day. This was the little bear.
Xiaohe clearly sent him the photos of what she received, so why are they in Zhuyan and here?
He put the doll back, stepped out onto the cool floor, and pushed open the door. The room was furnished with familiar items, just like when he had been there before, yet there were also some differences.
On the white wall in the living room hung photos he had taken with Zhu Yanhe when they went out to play. As he walked forward, a phone call came from the study, and Ning Buyi unconsciously slowed his pace.
Even through the door, he could hear Zhu Yanhe's cold tone, and he couldn't help but rub his arms; they were so cold.
"My affairs are none of your business."
"It was Zhu Yan who expressed his love for him, and it was I who wanted to be with him under the guise of being a girl. What kind of person are you to bully a child?"
These words struck him like a heavy hammer, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
What's the meaning……
"You have no right to ruin his career. Stop interfering in everything I do. You're not worthy."
Ning Buyi stood there dumbfounded, the wooden floor beneath his feet gradually growing cold, freezing his legs in place.
Xiaohe, I wish you peace.
As if suddenly realizing something, he pulled out a thread and kept pulling it out into a whole line: why Zhu Yanhe and Xiao He are so similar, why Xiao He's account is with Zhu Yanhe, and why Zhu Yanhe answers Xiao He's calls.
Xiao He is Zhu Yanhe.
He was constantly deceived, manipulated, and kept in the dark by a guise only he himself could not see. The culprit behind all of this was Zhu Yanhe.
He believed his sweet romance was all part of Zhu Yanhe's scheme. He became infatuated with this dream woven from deception, and even the timing of his awakening was in Zhu Yanhe's hands.
His work was as insignificant to them as grass; they didn't even need to wave a hand, a single expression would make him vanish in an instant.
A profound sense of powerlessness welled up within him. A dark shadow called deception sprouted from the shadows and crawled up his body, like a sharp blade, slicing down from his chest. Blood beads rushed out, tearing out his once sincere heart and trampling it cruelly.
The dark figure revealed chillingly white teeth, its mouth stretching almost to the back of its cheeks. Ning Buyi's eyes were unfocused, as if he were a doll whose heart had truly been removed. He clearly remembered that this dark figure had once been snow-white, affectionate, and gentle.
She said she liked him.
His stomach churned, and he couldn't help but bend over. Water flowed down his throat, bitter and astringent, and a hoarse, unpleasant sound echoed in his ears. He hadn't eaten much last night, and he couldn't vomit anything else, only a pool of bile at his feet.
The longevity lock hanging precariously around his neck gleamed with an eerie white light. He hadn't known how to put it on before. Ning Buyi ripped the necklace off, and red marks immediately appeared on his originally fair neck.
Ning Buyi leaned against the wall, panting, his hands aching from the intricately carved lock.
He will no longer be that child who had a longevity lock placed in his body by others.
The door in front of them was pulled open from the inside, and Zhu Yanhe stood in the doorway with his back to the light. The sunlight from the doorway spread to Ning Buyi's feet, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment. He caught a glimpse of Ning Buyi about to step forward, but as if his bare feet had been burned by the ray of sunlight, the boy retreated in panic and shouted, "Get away from me!"
Ning Buyi didn't want to see Zhu Yanhe at all. He was disgusting. Why did Zhu Yanhe see him every time he was in a sorry state? Was he only with Ning Buyi because he pitied him?
The boy's thin figure leaned against the wall, so disgusted that he bent over and dry heaved.
The man ignored him, strode forward and picked him up. Ning Buyi struggled violently, his elbow accidentally brushing against his cheekbone. In a moment, Zhu Yan's exquisitely sculpted face turned purplish-blue.
The boy stopped moving, and the air around them seemed to freeze. Ning Buyi turned his head away and quietly said, "Let me go."
“Besides this.” Zhu Yanhe led him back to the room, but held him tightly, as if afraid he would run away if she let him go.
"I'm leaving." He looked up at the big liar, his eyes red from the smoke, and his lips were white and chapped from not getting any water after waking up.
Zhu Yanhe's eyes were deep. He raised his hand to touch the boy's cheek, but Ning Buyi turned his head away. The boy glared at him fiercely: "Don't touch me, you liar."
"You heard me." Zhu Yanhe withdrew her hand and clasped his arm again.
"Zhu Yanhe, should I still call you Xiao He?" The boy's thin figure was filled with sorrow. Even though the two of them were so close, it was as if they were being slashed through flesh by scalpel.
He thought he would finally be someone who would be lucky if he worked hard. His good brother, the person he liked, and his job were all woven into a net, which was torn apart and collapsed in an instant.
Zhu Yanhe's heart, which had been entrusted to him, also succumbed to sorrow. He lowered his eyes and said softly, "Ning Buyi, I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" Ning Buyi's heart ached. He twisted his face and questioned the person in front of him with red eyes, "Why didn't you tell me? We've known each other for so long, you could have told me every single day, and you even said you didn't deliberately hide it from me, you liar!"
Ning Buyi trembled slightly as he spoke, his eyes flushed. He absolutely refused to trust Zhu Yanhe again.
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Author's note: Strong baby, please continue your journey after you've finished crying!
Small Theater
Zhu Yanhe: You can go, I won't stop you.
Zhu Yanhe: I'll only give you three seconds. If you don't leave now, don't ever leave again.
Ning Buyi: Just let go! [Angry]
(A meme featuring a salamander and a crab)
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