Chapter 110#

Good at Coaxing, But Not…#

An unknown amount of time passed.

Qin Mu’s thin eyelids trembled slightly. They felt so heavy he could barely open them. His fingertips rubbed slowly, coming into contact with a patch of skin that was cool and smooth like silk, and he couldn’t help but begin to slide his fingers gently along it.

Just as his palm brushed over it, his wrist was suddenly clamped.

A voice carrying a hint of coldness rang out softly in the silent, dark room.

“Qin Mu? You’re awake and still pretending!”

Qin Mu curled his lips slightly and lightly lifted his eyelids.

What met his eyes was a lightless, dim room. A few faint rays of light leaking from the crack of the door were the only light source in the entire room. Through the intermittent, warm yellow natural light, he could vaguely discern the facial features of the person sitting on top of him.

Jian Yunchen was wearing a thin black shirt with his collarbone slightly exposed, the hem of the shirt barely covering his thighs. The temperature in the basement was quite low, and Qin Mu noticed that the thigh he was holding in his hand seemed to be trembling faintly.

Qin Mu’s gaze drifted slowly downward, held fast by the sight.

Jian Yunchen suddenly grabbed his collar, forcing him to meet his eyes. Anger radiated from his moist, dark pupils, and his tone carried a hint of gritted teeth: “Where are you looking?”

Qin Mu paused for a moment. His palm slid upward to support Jian Yunchen’s waist. The iron chains shackled to his wrists made a faint clinking sound. The freezing metal fell against Jian Yunchen’s body, causing him to shudder instinctively.

Qin Mu’s fingertips tightened slightly as he lifted him up and moved him upward. Somewhat dazed, Jian Yunchen instinctively followed the movement. Only after he reacted did he realize Qin Mu’s intention.

He suddenly let go, the tips of his ears quickly flushing red.

Jian Yunchen propped his hands on Qin Mu’s shoulders. Feeling the sensation against his lower back, he gritted his teeth. After a long while, the heat in his ears subsided slightly.

He couldn’t help but glare at Qin Mu: “I thought you liked the well-behaved type, I didn’t expect you to like…”

Qin Mu couldn’t help but laugh.

He tilted his head back to look at Jian Yunchen quietly, the smile at the corners of his mouth full of deep meaning. The heavy iron chains bound his wrists, yet thick fur had been added to the inner side where they touched his skin. He kneaded the flesh of Jian Yunchen’s waist, his voice husky: “Jian Yunchen, aren’t you being a bit too impatient? Did I starve you?”

Jian Yunchen’s face quickly turned red. He tightened his grip on Qin Mu’s collar and said coldly, “You’re still being glib. Don’t you know that Qin Zheng and Yan Yi are looking for you everywhere right now? They clearly want to finish you off. If you go out, it’s a dead end!”

A flash of darkness crossed Qin Mu’s eyes, and he smiled with a curl of his lips. “And you don’t want to kill me?”

Jian Yunchen’s grip on his wrist loosened slightly, and his eyes flickered. He leaned in a little closer. The natural scent of body wash from his skin lingered around Qin Mu, causing Qin Mu’s thoughts to slowly drift.

“Qin Mu…” Jian Yunchen whispered softly. Despite his dominant posture, his tone carried a hint of imperceptible pleading: “You only have me now… stay by my side obediently, alright? I’ll help you. I’ll solve everything for you. You just need to stay by my side obediently…”

“Sure.” Qin Mu accepted exceptionally readily.

Jian Yunchen was the one who paused, his eyes even widening slightly. He had thought that with Qin Mu’s temper, being kept this way would at least lead to a dispute, or at the very least, he wouldn’t be given a good face. Such a straightforward agreement was not part of his original plan.

Qin Mu had agreed so quickly that the prepared arguments in Jian Yunchen’s head became useless. He frowned slightly, staring unblinkingly into Qin Mu’s eyes.

Qin Mu wasn’t a fool.

Between staying here, being pampered with good food and drink with a beauty in his arms, or returning to that dim, cramped little house to face someone like Jian Jinbao, he had his own judgment.

Qin Mu turned his head to the side, lightly rubbing his high nose bridge against Jian Yunchen’s cheek. His palm slid gently across Jian Yunchen’s back, dragging the iron chains and entining them around him.

Hot breath sprayed into the crook of Jian Yunchen’s neck, making his entire body go soft. The iron chains that were meant to confine Qin Mu now coiled around him like a giant snake. This sense of losing control made his heart rate begin to accelerate.

“Mmh…”

Jian Yunchen suddenly turned his head away, burying it in Qin Mu’s chest and biting his lip in silence.

Faint wet sounds echoed softly in the empty room.

Qin Mu looked at his reddened ear tips and chuckled softly. The laughter vibrated through his chest, making Jian Yunchen’s ears grow even hotter.

Jian Yunchen lay in Qin Mu’s arms, his body trembling slightly and his head beginning to feel dizzy. He couldn’t help but bite Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple as a warning.

Qin Mu, however, misunderstood the intention. He reached out his fingers and instead gripped Jian Yunchen’s waist.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Jian Yunchen’s head: “In such a hurry?”

“Shut up—” Jian Yunchen said through gritted teeth, but his body shook even more violently.

He held Jian Yunchen tight, whispering softly into his ear.

Jian Yunchen shuddered and sat up, propping himself up with trembling hands.

This matter wasn’t as difficult as Jian Yunchen had imagined in his head. He had been intimate with Qin Mu many times, but never like this. At first, he only thought that Qin Mu wasn’t that interested in his body.

But now, it seemed he was wrong.

Qin Mu supported his waist, watching the watery light in his eyes grow heavier, while the dark light in his own eyes grew deeper.

Jian Yunchen’s propped-up arms began to go soft, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

“I…” Jian Yunchen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, his eyes slightly red and filled with a bit of helplessness.

Qin Mu interrupted with a smile, his voice ambiguous and lingering: “Baby, you’re so impressive…”

Jian Yunchen’s breath hitched, his gasps becoming more chaotic.

He instinctively wanted to pull back, but Qin Mu held his waist firmly, making him unable to move.

He struggled to straighten his back, his expression frantic and helpless. The mist gathered in his eyes swayed gently as he looked at Qin Mu with a gaze full of grievance and reproach.

This matter really wasn’t as difficult as Jian Yunchen thought, but Qin Mu’s way was different.

“Mmh…!” Jian Yunchen’s arms gave out, losing the strength to support himself.

Qin Mu considerately tightened his fingers, firmly gripping Jian Yunchen’s waist, as the stiffness in his body gradually faded.

The mist in Jian Yunchen’s eyes finally couldn’t be held back and fell, splashing onto Qin Mu. He spoke almost with a sob: “I don’t want it anymore, next time…”

Qin Mu gave a low hum and pulled the crying, gasping Jian Yunchen into his arms, carefully kissing away his tears.

Jian Yunchen paused in a daze, tears half-hanging from his eyes as he looked at him blankly.

In stark contrast to Qin Mu’s gentle expression was his movement, which carried a forceful authority that would not be refused.

Jian Yunchen was nearly breathless, only able to open his mouth wide and gasp repeatedly. He slapped Qin Mu’s shoulder, his tensed toes flailing about with nowhere to rest, only to be caught firmly by Qin Mu.

Qin Mu laughed softly, pressing against his ear, “You’re shaking so much.”

Jian Yunchen gave a soft whimper, his tears wetting the pillow.

“Do you like it like this?”

Jian Yunchen shook his head repeatedly, his vision blurred by tears.

Qin Mu leaned down and kissed his lips, blocking the broken gasps in his throat.

Jian Yunchen’s fingertips trembled; he wanted to push him away but couldn’t, only able to passively accept everything.

“Mmh…!” Jian Yunchen let out a muffled groan, his body starting to convulse. He shook his head and tried to crawl away.

The sheets left a trail of marks. Qin Mu’s breathing was heavy as he firmly grasped Jian Yunchen’s ankle and dragged him back.

He lay over Jian Yunchen’s back. The half-slipped shirt revealed the slender nape of his neck. Qin Mu bit down on it, causing Jian Yunchen to cry out as his tears fell even more fiercely.

Qin Mu pressed close to his ear, his voice low and raspy: “Why do you like to cry so much, you little brat…”