Chapter 119#
Seduction#
As the words fell, a cold sneer escaped Jian Yunchen’s lips. As if he truly didn’t understand, he looked at Jiang Yunhan with mock humility. “Then tell me, what is true love?”
Jiang Yunhan blinked, pondering his own understanding of love before providing an answer:
“Love is respect, it is trust, it is choosing each other firmly—”
“Wrong,” Jian Yunchen interrupted suddenly.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his thick, long lashes casting shadows that concealed the expression in his eyes.
“Love is possession, destruction, and ruin. it is doing whatever it takes to obtain the other person.”
“The essence of love is a continuous cycle of pain; only receiving the same love from the other person can serve as the antidote.”
Hearing this, Jiang Yunhan couldn’t help but frown. Just as he was about to speak again, Jian Yunchen lost interest in their heart-to-heart.
He grabbed his phone from the table and rose to leave.
However, his wrist was firmly caught by Jiang Yunhan.
He looked back at the gripped wrist and brushed it off impatiently, but in his lack of caution, the phone slipped and crashed to the floor.
“Clack—”
The sound of the phone hitting the ground startled Jiang Yunhan. He abruptly retracted his hand and stood up, at a loss for words.
Before he could explain himself.
Jian Yunchen suddenly frowned, looking at the cracked back cover of the phone on the floor.
He crouched down, staring blankly at a red light that was flickering incessantly behind the casing.
By the time the “beep” sounded at the front door, the clock was already moving toward nine.
The living room was pitch black. An exquisite dinner sat on the table without a trace of having been touched, slowly growing cold.
Jian Yunchen paused while removing his scarf, then suddenly walked quickly toward the bedroom.
After opening the door, he saw a figure huddled under the covers, rising and falling slightly with breath.
The room was dim and lightless. The discarded iron chains were still piled in their original place, a silent omen of this “imprisonment” carried out “in the name of love.”
Jian Yunchen hesitated for a few seconds before slowly walking to the bedside.
Before he could get fully close, the person on the bed suddenly moved.
Qin Mu slowly opened his eyes and turned around. The visibility in the room was extremely low; he could only vaguely make out the silhouette of the person standing there.
He paused for a moment, his voice raspy from just waking up. “You’re back?”
Jian Yunchen didn’t step closer, only giving a quiet “Mhm.”
Qin Mu sat up, waited a moment, then slowly stood up and brushed past him. “I’m going to take a shower.”
Jian Yunchen’s spine stiffened; he sensed that Qin Mu was angry.
The bathroom light turned on, and a sliver of light finally entered the room. The warm yellow glow leaked through the crack in the door, yet it couldn’t dispel the darkness surrounding Jian Yunchen.
He watched the bathroom door slowly close, his fingertips gradually tightening.
Qin Mu brushed his hair back, the damp strands clinging to the back of his head and revealing his full forehead. He sat in the spacious bathtub, one hand resting on the side.
He casually draped a towel over his eyes, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts.
Just then, there was a faint sound from the bathroom door, as if someone was tentatively trying to open it.
Qin Mu’s ears twitched. When he pulled the towel away, he saw Jian Yunchen standing not far from him, stripped of nearly everything.
Steam billowed, and a hazy mist swirled between the two of them. Jian Yunchen’s fair skin was flushed with a thin layer of pink, making the ambiguous marks on his collarbone appear even redder.
Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly. His voice was dark and low as he looked away. “What are you doing?”
Jian Yunchen tried his best to keep a straight face, feigning composure, but his voice trembled slightly. “It’s raining outside… I got soaked. I’m afraid of catching a cold…”
Qin Mu lifted his eyes to glance at him, the corners of his mouth curving slightly as a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes. He nodded. “Then you really should hurry up and wash, otherwise, what if you actually catch a cold?”
That playful smile continued to flicker in his eyes, clearly visible even through the layers of mist.
With a stiff spine, Jian Yunchen moved his feet, slowly shuffling closer.
It wasn’t until he stood under the showerhead that he still couldn’t believe he had actually done something like this.
The hot steam continued to rise, and along with it, his wavering hesitation softened.
Gritting his teeth, Jian Yunchen turned on the shower.
The hot water slowly drenched his body, but what felt even hotter than the water was the gaze of Qin Mu, who was leaning against the edge of the tub, watching the scene with great interest.
His gaze felt almost tangible as it swept over Jian Yunchen’s entire body—from his profile, sliding slowly down to his beautiful, protruding shoulder blades, then to the curve of his lower back. As water droplets slid down those lines, Qin Mu’s eyes lingered on his straight, slender legs.
Inopportune images of those legs being manipulated in various positions began to surface in his mind.
Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple rolled, his voice dropping another octave. “Are you showering with your clothes on?”
The thin fabric of his underwear was soaked, clinging to his body and outlining his curves. Hearing Qin Mu’s words, the tips of Jian Yunchen’s ears turned red. He bit his lower lip, his fingertips resting on the waistband, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull them down no matter what.
In matters like this, he was ultimately not as uninhibited as Qin Mu.
Jian Yunchen’s face burned. He abruptly turned off the water and moved to leave. “I’m finished—”
“Splash—”
Qin Mu suddenly rose from the water, extending a long arm to firmly clamp onto Jian Yunchen’s wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Jian Yunchen stumbled, spinning backward into Qin Mu’s embrace. He looked down and instantly squeezed his eyes shut.
Qin Mu chuckled, intentionally pressing against him. “Why close your eyes? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
Jian Yunchen refused to open his eyes, the red on his face becoming even more pronounced. No matter how many times he saw it, he still felt that Qin Mu was a bit too terrifying.
Qin Mu let out a few soft laughs, grabbed a nearby towel to wrap around him, casually wrapped one around his own waist, and reached out to pick him up.
Jian Yunchen’s heart rate quickened slightly.
In a few large strides, Jian Yunchen was carried to the bed. Qin Mu tossed him onto the soft mattress. With the quilt acting as a buffer, there was almost no pain, but Jian Yunchen still couldn’t help but let out a soft groan.
Qin Mu stood with his back to the light, the smile on his lips hard to see, but it instinctively made one feel a sense of danger.
Jian Yunchen retracted his legs, but in the next instant, his ankle was gripped firmly.
Qin Mu slowly leaned down, his eyes so dark not a sliver of light could pass through.
“Jian Yunchen, are you seducing me?”
Jian Yunchen’s eyes flickered, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his heart hammered like a drum.
His hands loosened, and the towel wrapped around him fell open, revealing the snow-white skin beneath. The ambiguous marks hadn’t fully faded, scattered across his body, making the atmosphere even more charged.
He hooked his arms around Qin Mu’s neck. His ink-black hair spilled messily across the translucent white bed, making his innocent face look increasingly vivid. Jian Yunchen narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled Qin Mu’s neck down—
The distance closed, breaths mingling, blurred and heavy.
“Yes…”
Jian Yunchen’s low, soft voice echoed in the quiet room, carrying a hint of unconscious charm.
Jian Yunchen raised a leg to rub against Qin Mu, tilting his head to look at him. “So… was the seduction successful?”
Qin Mu clamped down on his leg, his palm sliding upward, leaving a trail of tremors in its wake.
Qin Mu was not a man of weak resolve, but he was also never one to deprive himself. There was no reason to turn away meat that had been delivered to his mouth.
He leaned in to capture Jian Yunchen’s lips. Jian Yunchen’s eyes grew hazy; the deepening kiss caused his whimpers and moans to grow heavier.
The wet sounds of the kiss echoed in their ears, making the skin flush.
Qin Mu suddenly rose. The light from the bathroom outlined his silhouette—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful, fluid muscle lines. He ripped away his towel and grabbed Jian Yunchen’s ankle.
His voice was low and raspy, saturated with desire.
“It was successful.”