Chapter 39#

Don’t provoke me easily.#

“Like this?”

“Or like this?”

The surrounding air seemed to begin to heat up. Qin Mu carried out that “I won’t” very thoroughly.

With every change of movement, he would lean close and ask if it was okay, or if he could.

Jian Yunchen was so soft all over that he couldn’t stand steadily; he could only lean his entire body against Qin Mu.

The corners of his eyes were stained red, and his waist was trembling. He hooked his arms around Qin Mu’s neck, suppressing the gasps that kept rising due to the pleasure.

“You… you’re a man, how could you not know?!”

A belt lay on the floor. Jian Yunchen’s hem was in disarray, half-pulled out. Qin Mu held him steadily with one hand while his other hand moved below.

Qin Mu’s lips curved slightly. “Am I not trying to serve you well?”

“Does it feel good?”

“Wu…” Jian Yunchen let out a quick whimper and buried his flushed face in Qin Mu’s chest, refusing to look up again. His knees went soft, nearly kneeling on the ground.

Qin Mu scooped him up; his shaking legs wrapped around Qin Mu’s lean waist as he was hoisted up.

After all, Jian Yunchen was an adult man nearly 180cm tall, yet he was picked up so effortlessly by Qin Mu—and in such an embarrassing posture. Jian Yunchen’s already red face grew even deeper in color. He bit his lower lip hard and began to struggle with both hands and feet: “Put me down! Qin Mu!”

Qin Mu casually slapped the struggling person’s buttocks.

The sound of the smack made Jian Yunchen shudder all over, and he slumped down completely, silenced.

“What are you making a fuss for?”

Qin Mu turned the tables, questioning him with perfect composure.

He began walking toward the bedroom while holding him.

Jian Yunchen didn’t speak, remaining buried in his chest, his eyelashes trembling.

As they moved inward, a large bed sat quietly in the center of the room. The closer they got, the more the body in his arms stiffened.

This naturally didn’t escape Qin Mu’s eyes; moreover, the person who was about to turn into a block of wood was right in his arms.

He didn’t turn on the light. The silvery-white moonlight spilled across the edge of the bed through the sheer white curtains.

He placed Jian Yunchen on the bed. Just as he was about to stand up, Jian Yunchen refused to let go.

Jian Yunchen maintained his original posture, face buried in Qin Mu’s chest, his voice trembling slightly if one listened closely: “Qin Mu… don’t go…”

Qin Mu considered himself relatively “kind.” Having helped him to the best of his ability, he hadn’t expected to be clung to. He reached out to rub the back of Jian Yunchen’s head, his deep voice sounding softly: “Don’t provoke me easily.”

This was already one of the few kind warnings he could give.

But some people simply wouldn’t take the favor. Jian Yunchen gently rubbed against Qin Mu’s face, smooth skin frictioning against smooth skin as their body heat continuously exchanged. He didn’t understand Qin Mu’s true meaning, assuming only that he refused to overstep for Jiang Yunhan’s sake. He gripped Qin Mu’s collar tightly, refusing to let go. “You… you can treat me as Jiang Yunhan.”

Once shattered, those broken bits of self-esteem seemed much easier to speak of.

Jian Yunchen’s voice was slightly hoarse, still carrying the lingering traces of lust: “Anyway… don’t we look the same? Qin Mu, don’t go, just treat me as him…”

Qin Mu chuckled softly. “Do you really want to go to that extent?”

“Is my service that comfortable?”

Jian Yunchen looked up at him. The hazy moonlight fell upon him, making him look aloof and thin-blooded. He tilted his head up and moved closer, following along with the joke: “Can I give you a five-star review?”

Qin Mu turned his head away, and his lips fell lightly on the other’s chin.

The cool kiss was gone in an instant. Jian Yunchen didn’t speak; it seemed like just an accident.

The mattress sank. Qin Mu pressed one leg beside Jian Yunchen’s side, and Jian Yunchen fell back accordingly. Amidst the gasping, Qin Mu pressed down on top of him.

Even at a time like this, that air of effortless composure and that smile remained on the corners of Qin Mu’s mouth.

It was a sight he was used to, but at this moment, it felt slightly eyesore.

Jian Yunchen narrowed his eyes. The places that had been touched felt as if fire had landed on them, and a hard-to-ignore stinging pain throbbed beneath the skin. The blood of his entire body seemed to rush toward one place, and he could only immerse himself in the pleasure and indulgence Qin Mu brought him.

His heart rate quickened, his breathing accelerated, and his body lost all strength. By this point, Jian Yunchen couldn’t distinguish whether it was the effect of the drug or because of Qin Mu.

He looked up at him, several layers of grievance rising in his heart, magnified infinitely in this night where expressions couldn’t be seen: “Qin Mu…”

Jian Yunchen called his name, his arms hugging tighter. Qin Mu’s hands didn’t stop moving; as he shifted up, his dry lips brushed against the side of the other’s face.

“Say my name…”

Jian Yunchen wouldn’t let him leave, holding him tighter, his tone sounding like a child who had suffered great grievance.

“Jian Yunchen.”

The voice was as gentle as a dream.

“Say it again.”

“Jian Yunchen…”

The continuously met demands and the increasingly gentle tone gave Jian Yunchen a fleeting illusion of being cared for. His heart felt hot and his eyes burned; it was an easier thing to sink into than desire.

He tilted his head back, his encircling arms sliding downward.

But the moment he touched something, his fingertips felt a chill. His wrist was seized by Qin Mu and moved away.

But even if it was only for a moment, it was enough to make Jian Yunchen sober up.

Qin Mu had no reaction.

They were both men; he understood better than anyone. No matter how nice the words sounded, they were nothing more than animals governed by their lower halves. When desire took over, there was no room for logic.

But even when he was like this, Qin Mu still had no reaction.

This fact stung him instantly like a needle, and along with it, the budding palpitations and emotions were thoroughly doused by cold water.

His hand stalled in place, and he pushed him away gently.

“I don’t want it anymore.”

Qin Mu’s movements paused slightly. He released his grip, and with a flick of his wrist, he reached up under the open hem of the shirt.

The body beneath him was supple and slightly hot. He accurately found the position of the side waist, his fingertips sliding along the contour of the lines, causing waves of tremors in the person beneath him.

Qin Mu leaned close to Jian Yunchen’s ear. As he spoke, his lips brushed against the other’s earlobe intentionally or otherwise: “Did I ever tell you? The tattoo is very beautiful.”

These words caused the tips of Jian Yunchen’s ears to heat up instantly. The hands that were originally pushing him away went soft. The skin on that side had become very sensitive because of the tattoo; it was currently in the stage of scabbing, and it radiated a faint itchiness at all times. Qin Mu’s gentle touch instantly intensified that itch.

Qin Mu sensed the change in the body beneath him and curled his lips.

“The medicine is so powerful. It’s up again.”

Jian Yunchen bit down on the side of Qin Mu’s shoulder. His sharp canines clamped onto that piece of skin, refusing to let go. The pleasure constantly crashed against his consciousness, causing him to unknowingly lose his strength until the bite turned into a gentle grinding. “Shut up…”

The words, devoid of any threat, were spat out unclearly. Qin Mu only felt that the piece of skin being held was pressed against soft lips, as if he were acting spoiled.

Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down unconsciously. His other hand rubbed Jian Yunchen’s lips, prying his mouth open. Jian Yunchen’s consciousness was blurred; he followed the movement like a cat exposing its belly, opening his mouth. A thumb rubbed against his canines, making them feel slightly sore.

Qin Mu looked down at him and chuckled softly: “Not a good boy.”