Chapter 65 - 3#

It seemed that this wine was truly a good thing.

Over there, Jingzhe was already lying on the bed, having tidied everything up, and called Rong Jiu over.

The man came over, holding a bowl of clear water in his hand.

“Go rinse your mouth.”

Jingzhe blinked, held it, and went to the side to rinse his mouth.

The faint smell of alcohol was washed away a bit. Jingzhe breathed into his palm. Was Rong Jiu disgusted with him?

Before he finished thinking, Rong Jiu took the water bowl from his hand and said plainly, “Don’t sleep with the smell of alcohol, you won’t be able to stand it tomorrow.”

Jingzhe: “You could smell even this?”

Rong Jiu raised his eyebrows, looking at those bright black eyes. It seemed Jingzhe didn’t know the influence he was under.

Also, he rarely touched alcohol.

Except for eating some at Mingyu’s place, he rarely touched it usually.

Rong Jiu pinched Jingzhe’s chin, kissed him on the mouth, and carried him to the bedside.

“Sleep.”

Who exactly is the owner of this room? Jingzhe slandered in his heart while climbing up with difficulty.

He lay down, his whole body seemed unable to get up again.

His limbs all revealed a comfortable laziness, unwilling to even move.

Rong Jiu shoveled Jingzhe inside a bit, making room for himself to lie down.

Jingzhe stared at the dim room and whispered: “You didn’t put out the lamp.”

“Let it shine.”

“Wasteful, lamp oil is not cheap.”

“I’ll send you some later.”

“Willful with money.”

The two said they were going to sleep, but didn’t really sleep. Instead, they talked sporadically.

Jingzhe: “Rong Jiu, do you have anything you like?”

“Asking again.” Rong Jiu said coldly, “Insincere.”

He knew what Jingzhe was thinking as soon as he heard it.

Every time this person couldn’t think of what gift to give him, he would ask him sneakily like this.

Jingzhe said righteously: “You refuse to say your birthday. It’s already good that I can remember to send you something every year.”

Rong Jiu was silent for a moment: “Ninth day of the sixth month.”

Jingzhe calculated with his fingers, it had been more than three months!

He sat up, then lay down again.

“Forget it, forget it, if you don’t mind, what should I mind.” Jingzhe rolled over and began to think about what to prepare for Rong Jiu when his birthday arrived.

Although there was none this year, it was still in time to prepare for next year.

Rong Jiu: “Noisy.”

Jingzhe: “I haven’t spoken yet.”

Rong Jiu: “Your thinking is noisy.”

Jingzhe was unconvinced and wanted to reason with him, but Rong Jiu lowered his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

There was a bit of hoarseness in the man’s voice.

“Jingzhe, you were the one who actively asked me to stay. If you don’t sleep now, don’t blame me if I do something.”

Jingzhe was angry for a moment.

He quickly closed his eyes to sleep.

Jingzhe originally thought he might have trouble falling asleep, but as soon as his head touched the pillow and he hugged the cold Rong Jiu, he fell asleep in no time.

Rong Jiu, however, did not sleep.

He silently watched Jingzhe, almost exhausting the patience he had accumulated over the years.

He was actually not a very patient person.

He had used almost all his forbearance on Jingzhe to restrain that crazy and weird behavior, so as not to let that violent emotion destroy Jingzhe’s frail body.

It was the first time Rong Jiu discovered that he could have so much restraint.

“Still not a bit guarded.”

His fingers landed on Jingzhe’s face. The cool feeling made the person in the dream frown slightly, “Too easy to be deceived.”

Rong Jiu sat up. His tall figure, borrowing the thin light, completely shrouded Jingzhe in shadow.

Jingzhe slept deeply, completely unaware of Rong Jiu’s strange gaze lingering on him for a long time.

If these gazes had substance, they would probably burrow into Jingzhe’s body like threads, crawling along the flesh and blood, tightly wrapping everything up, just like a snake’s tail coiling around its prey, with no possibility of leaving.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Jingzhe’s lips.

Slowly, gently, until the upper lip was swollen and red, then he moved away.

This was a trace enough to make Jingzhe angry.

Rong Jiu wiped away the residual water shine with his finger pad, while the other hand deftly lifted the quilt.

The tightly closed doors and windows locked the heat inside the room. Jingzhe felt a bit warm under the quilt. After it was lifted, Rong Jiu seemed to hear him sigh softly, a comfortable sigh, sleeping even more deeply.

After Jingzhe had no movement, that clean and beautiful hand opened his clothes, revealing a smooth lower abdomen.

Rong Jiu’s five fingers stayed on it. The warm and cool touch made Jingzhe’s body tremble. Like a crawling snake, those few fingers continued upwards and deftly pressed on Jingzhe’s heart.

Pressed on the small piece of flesh.

Soft, and somewhat cute.

The dark eyes were soaked with greedy evil desire. The deep-rooted predatory nature was merely covered by a seemingly gentle facade, creating a peaceful appearance.

Even if Jingzhe was sharp, this was enough to make him relax his guard… especially since this person was Rong Jiu, whom he would never suspect.

At this time, Jingzhe’s sensitivity would become a paralyzing weapon instead.

As long as Jingzhe believed, he rarely suspected again.

Rong Jiu released his malice little by little. In the back and forth tug-of-war, he had paralyzed Jingzhe’s nerves until they were lax, just like prey bitten by a venomous snake.

The venom that permeated the whole body was enough to make him lose all guard.

Then, it was time to enjoy arbitrarily.

Rong Jiu had always respected Jingzhe. Look, he never pried into his secrets or exposed his fear before Jingzhe actively spoke out… even in those few times of precarious loss of control, it was still so.

This was such a rare concession.

Rong Jiu leaned over, almost enveloping Jingzhe completely, finally revealing a greedy and ruthless side. That was a madness wishing to tear Jingzhe apart and devour him.

Peel open, eat.

What a simple choice.

Tonight, it was Jingzhe who asked him to stay.

…

Jingzhe woke up with great difficulty.

He clearly remembered going to bed quite early last night, but somehow, his whole body felt like his skeleton had been taken apart, uncomfortable everywhere.

He opened his eyes groggily, looking at the sky outside.

Still dark.

It was still early, so he closed his eyes again.

Only in his half-asleep state, not only did Jingzhe not fall asleep, but he also groggily recalled last night’s dream.

That should be a dream.

Jingzhe dreamed that he seemed to have been carried back by a spider as prey, wrapped in spider silk all over his body and unable to move, and hung in a damp cave as food.

He tried very hard to struggle, but couldn’t overcome the sticky spider silk.

That feeling of being stuck to his body was creepy, like ubiquitous shadows.

In the dream, Jingzhe couldn’t speak or move.

…Vaguely, something seemed to rustle in from outside. That was a monster far larger than a spider.

It was a snake.

The cold snake tongue almost pierced his ear, and that distinct gurgling water sound made him shiver uncontrollably.

The wicked snake didn’t eat him, but treated him as a toy to play with.

This made Jingzhe in the dream struggle even more to wake up. This is a dream, this is indeed a dream…

That coldness wandering everywhere scared him badly when it stayed below.

The sticky spider silk made the prey unable to move, even hands and feet were separated, unable to dodge at all.

The snake ate the mushroom.

Jingzhe woke up with a start, inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat. He shivered and touched below, then breathed a sigh of relief.

He found himself sweating profusely.

What kind of broken dream was this?

Spiders, poisonous snakes, dreaming of animals all night, tossing him about.

Jingzhe thought of Rong Jiu, reached out, but found no one.

Rong Jiu was not there.

Jingzhe struggled a few times, but still crawled out of the gentle dreamland, pinching his arms painfully.

Actually, the arms were fine, what was uncomfortable was his lower body.

Always felt a little sore.

Could it be that his struggle with spiders and poisonous snakes in the dream also made his body uncomfortable?

…No way, if so, did his body also move randomly when he had a nightmare?

Speaking of which, when Rong Jiu and Jingzhe slept together, the man had a habit of hugging something.

At first, the two of them still had strange probing, not letting this habit show too obviously. Later, they became much more familiar, naturally relaxed, and no longer deliberately concealed it.

Jingzhe didn’t hate being hugged to sleep. It was a bit cold in winter, just cover more quilts.

…But in this case, could the spider and poisonous snake in his dream yesterday be Rong Jiu hugging him tightly while sleeping?

Jingzhe gasped and began to worry about Rong Jiu sincerely.

But, why did his hip bone ache faintly?

Jingzhe felt it, there was no stinging feeling there, which showed that Rong Jiu couldn’t have attacked him in the middle of the night… Heh, putting this word together with Rong Jiu felt strange no matter what.

Why would a person like him do such a thing?

…Although sometimes he was indeed quite shameless.

But he wouldn’t be so devoid of shame!

Alas, this sleep was really strange everywhere.

Jingzhe pursed his lips, suddenly tasting a little sweetness.

He was stunned, raised his hand to touch his lips, his fingertips rubbing against a moist greasiness.

His mouth was coated with a thick layer of fragrant balm.

This moistened Jingzhe’s dry and peeling lips so that even when he woke up, they felt moist.

…What exactly did Rong Jiu do after he fell asleep last night?

Jingzhe got up, felt around the bedside for a while, found his clothes and put them on, then opened the door to take a look.

The howling cold wind outside chilled people’s hearts.

Jingzhe listened to the vague movements in the wind, only then realizing that it wasn’t that he got up early, but that today was too dark and the wind too strong, filling people’s ears with only the sound of wind and no other movements.

No wonder Rong Jiu left. It was time to wake up.

He came back shivering, preparing to put on another piece of clothing.

The room was really too dark. Jingzhe fumbled, wanting to find a candle, but touched yesterday’s oil lamp. Feeling it, it was actually still a full lamp.

Jingzhe raised his eyebrows. After lighting the lamp, borrowing this dim light, he realized that this oil lamp, which should have burned out overnight, was not only full, but there was also new lamp oil under the table.

Rong Jiu just said it last night, and sent the things over in the morning?

This was a bit too efficient.

Jingzhe rubbed his hands. Opening the door just now blew away all the warmth in the room. He glanced at the charcoal basin and found a little residual warmth left, so he made do with changing clothes here.

One pair of cotton trousers was probably not enough. This had to be one more pair than before, otherwise, he might freeze to death going out.

The wind and snow outside were rarely seen last year.

What a harsh winter.

Jingzhe thought while struggling to put on his trouser legs. Just as he pulled past his knees, his movement froze. He stared suspiciously at the root of his thigh.

The light was dim, and he couldn’t see clearly.

But, was that, redness?

Jingzhe reached out and touched it. It didn’t hurt, just a strange swelling. fingertips pressed, then moved to other places. accidentally, brushed against the sleeping mushroom.

A strange feeling made Jingzhe’s whole body shiver.

As if something had been silent from last night until today, suddenly broken by this inadvertent action, awakening an endless aftertaste.

Jingzhe’s movement froze in place.

He looked strange, suddenly pulled up his waistband, looked everywhere for a bronze mirror, leaned close to the oil lamp, and carefully examined himself in the mirror. Looking horizontally and vertically, he didn’t see anything different from before.

There was no strange redness and swelling on the lips. That fragrant balm should just be for moisturizing.

Jingzhe put down the bronze mirror, found nothing wrong, but had inexplicable unease.

He unconsciously touched the back of his neck.

Should be, overthinking it.

Little did he know, under his palm, there was a large patch of rose red.

That position was just hidden by the collar, not showing itself, but underneath were dense bite marks.

This was more like a terrible punishment, a brutal brand.

It was also a silent plunder.

Just as Rong Jiu said, Jingzhe was relieved about him too early, too early.

He was never a kind person, Jingzhe.