Chapter 128#
“I’ll *die you.”#
Qin Mu lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, cupping his face and whispering, “You’re hurting.”
The tenderness in his words flowed into Jian Yunchen’s heart like a warm current, filling his small heart with emotion, making his beating heart feel numb and soft.
Jian Yunchen buried himself in Qin Mu’s arms, his entwined arms tightening, his thighs slowly sliding up, hooking around Qin Mu’s waist. Qin Mu scooped him up with one hand, firmly squeezing the soft flesh of his thighs, his fingertips sinking in, leaving a small red imprint.
“Mmm…” Jian Yunchen let out a soft hum, his hand resting on Qin Mu’s chest. The sound of his beating heart transmitted through, making his palm go numb.
He tilted his head up, extending his tongue, like a kitten, gently licking Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple, an unintentional allure.
The numb sensation stimulated his sensitive Adam’s apple, making Qin Mu’s throat itch, and he swallowed hard.
“Your heart is beating so fast…” Jian Yunchen’s long eyelashes drooped, his fingertips softly tracing Qin Mu’s hot chest, “Hurt me… husband…”
Qin Mu’s fingertips tightened abruptly, his heart beating even faster.
His hand slid up, kneading fiercely, and he lowered his head to bite Jian Yunchen’s lips. His body trembled continuously, and broken moans constantly frayed Qin Mu’s nerves.
Qin Mu opened his dark eyes and said hoarsely, “I’ll *die you.”
Jian Yunchen looked at him with eyes full of moisture, filled with obvious lust. His swollen lips opened and closed. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Qin Mu’s, his clear voice becoming soft and gentle, infinitely alluring, “*Die me, husband…”
Qin Mu’s gaze deepened, and he embraced him, taking his tongue.
Confused gasps mingled with bouts of crying echoed in the room.
Later, faint sobs were mixed with several choked curses. The curses were interrupted, and the crying became increasingly chaotic.
Two hours later, the crying subsided.
The bathroom light flicked on. The spacious bathtub was not crowded even with two people in it. A exhausted Jian Yunchen snuggled obediently in Qin Mu’s arms, his eyelids tinged with a light red, his eyelashes clinging together, wet.
Qin Mu lifted a small handful of clear water and gently applied it to Jian Yunchen’s red-marked shoulders. Jian Yunchen’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell asleep in Qin Mu’s arms.
“Mmm…” Jian Yunchen frowned slightly, batting away Qin Mu’s hand, too lazy to even open his eyes. His voice was hoarse and soft, “No, don’t touch…”
Qin Mu tilted his head and kissed Jian Yunchen’s earlobe, his voice filled with a low, hoarse desire, “If it’s not cleaned, you’ll get sick.”
Jian Yunchen frowned and dodged, his body trembling, he moaned in Qin Mu’s arms.
Qin Mu was almost amused to the point of anger. He tightened his grip around Jian Yunchen’s waist, his heavy breaths landing on Jian Yunchen’s ears, “Are you enjoying this or is it hurting?”
Jian Yunchen opened his eyes, his fingertips gently fanning his chin which was within reach. His bright black eyes were still misty, as if he hadn’t finished crying. “It hurts, I told you to be gentle!”
The next moment, Qin Mu grabbed Jian Yunchen’s retreating fingers. He tilted his head and chuckled softly, lowering his head to gently bite Jian Yunchen’s fingertip, the smile on his lips irrepressible. “Didn’t you ask me to *die you? Are you unhappy now that I haven’t?”
Jian Yunchen’s heart skipped a beat, and the momentum he had just gathered quickly dissipated. Those words had been coaxed out of him, and after he sobered up, the shame flooded him.
His face flushed, and he pursed his lips, remaining silent.
Qin Mu looked at his lowered face, knowing that Jian Yunchen was being awkward and shy again. He found it amusing and also felt he was cute. He wrapped his long arm around him and gently embraced him.
“What’s there to be shy about? If you like hearing it, I can call you that every day, husband—”
Jian Yunchen’s earlobes heated up. He gritted his teeth, covered Qin Mu’s mouth, and glared up at him, “You should say less!”
Qin Mu’s eyes held a bright smile. He pulled Jian Yunchen’s hand away and kissed his palm. Jian Yunchen watched him kiss his hand, the meaning of cherishment too strong, his little temper instantly vanished.
He softened his body and leaned back into Qin Mu’s embrace.
Qin Mu held him gently, his palm sliding across his back. The bruises soaked in the hot water, quickly becoming numb. His fingertips gently massaged the edges of the bruises, “Does it still hurt?”
Jian Yunchen’s eyes were closed, and he replied lazily, “It didn’t hurt much to begin with. Jiang Sheng hurt a lot more than I did.”
He seemed to suddenly remember something and opened his eyes to look at Qin Mu, “Why did you suddenly come here?”
Qin Mu curved his lips slightly and leaned down, intending to kiss Jian Yunchen’s lips, “I missed you—”
Before he could finish speaking, Jian Yunchen interrupted him mercilessly. He frowned slightly, reached out to push away Qin Mu’s approaching face, and his voice turned cold, “Don’t play coy. I just left this morning. What are you doing here?”
A mischievous smile flickered in Qin Mu’s eyes. His eyes curved slightly, the corners of his eyes lifting, “To check on the results.”
“Results?” Jian Yunchen looked at him suspiciously.
Qin Mu chuckled, “Yes, it seems to be progressing smoothly.”
Just as Jian Yunchen was about to ask more—
An extremely piercing scream shattered the midnight silence.
The darkened room was suddenly illuminated by lights, as if coming to life.
Jian Yunchen’s heart skipped a beat, and a very bad premonition washed over him.
A few minutes later, Jian Yunchen walked downstairs.
A crowd had already gathered downstairs, and the scene was chaotic. His gaze, however, was firmly locked on Jiang Sheng, who was lying on the floor.
Jian Yunchen stood frozen, as if unable to move, his gaze fixed on Jiang Sheng, staring intently.
Jiang Sheng still had bruises on his lips from their earlier argument. His face was now tinged with a ghastly purple. His gold-rimmed glasses were long gone. His usually arrogant eyes were now tightly closed, and even the rise and fall of his chest was faint and unclear.
He lay twisted at the foot of the stairs, it was hard to tell if he was dead or alive.
Jiang Yunhan knelt beside him, his eyes red from crying, tears falling onto the floor one by one.
The sound of an ambulance outside was noisy and piercing. Red and blue lights flashed alternately, making the entire hall look like an absurd stage play.
Jian Yunchen’s heartbeat became slow and heavy.
He gripped the handrail, silently observing everything happening below, watching the medical staff lift Jiang Sheng onto a stretcher, watching Jiang Sheng’s wrist hang limply to his side, watching Jiang Yunhan’s eyes turn red, tears streaming down, and as soon as he stood up, he stumbled and was embraced by Qin Zheng.
Watching the commotion below, Jian Yunchen suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
It was as if his soul had been forcibly separated, leaving only his physical body behind.
Jiang Sheng, a person like that.
How could he be like this…
Complex emotions enveloped him tightly. Jian Yunchen himself didn’t know if he was relieved or holding his breath, as if Jiang Sheng would jump up again in the next second, pointing at his nose and acting arrogant.
Jiang Yunhan, who couldn’t support himself and leaned on Qin Zheng, sensed the gaze and looked up with his tear-reddened eyes.
He saw Jian Yunchen standing at the top of the stairs, his expression grim and his eyes indifferent, watching him.
The tears gathered in Jiang Yunhan’s eyes slowly fell. He called out to Jian Yunchen in a trembling voice.
For a moment, the chaotic first floor seemed to hit pause.
All eyes turned to Jian Yunchen in unison.