Chapter 8#

Hospital#

The memories are somewhat hazy.

Han Qingsu considers himself to have considerable strength, and he is fierce enough in bed, but at least that stays within a normal range. Most of the time, he knows his limits and takes care of his partners so they can enjoy it too, unlike Lin Muhai, who is fierce, insidious, and completely disregards anyone’s life. He even feels that if anyone with a weaker physique had been in his place, they would have been sent to the hospital long ago.

“You fucking… that’s enough!” He tried to leave, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged from the foot of the bed back to the headboard by Lin Muhai.

Han Qingsu was so shocked that he didn’t even react in time. He never expected that a 1.87-meter tall man like himself would one day be dragged around like this; it was simply a fucking humiliation.

Lin Muhai seemed tireless. His sweat-dampened eyelashes hung low, observing every reaction of Han Qingsu. Han Qingsu felt that this kid was here for revenge.

“Baby, big brother was wrong, really wrong!”

He is capable of bending and stretching, gritting his teeth to coax the other, fearing he might actually die in bed.

Lin Muhai’s eyes suddenly reddened. He pressed Han Qingsu into his arms with force, acting even more excessively, and murmured: “It’s too late, brother. Your apology is too late now.”

“I won’t let you go even if I die.”

Regardless of whether Han Qingsu begged for mercy or lashed out, the boy was unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, finally clamping the man tightly in his arms, listening to Han Qingsu’s voice gradually crumble into collapse.

……

Han Qingsu doesn’t know when he fell asleep, but his sleep was not peaceful. His whole body felt as if he had been beaten up. The suffocating smell of smoke and the pain on his collarbone were intertwined. He struggled to open his eyes, only to see Lin Muhai biting a cigarette, head bowed, pouring alcohol from his hand onto his collarbone. The blood mixed with the alcohol soaked the sheets; the tooth marks were ferocious and terrifying, glowing a deep red.

“Fuck…” Han Qingsu cursed with a hoarse voice and grabbed his wrist. “Get lost, it hurts like hell.”

Lin Muhai put the alcohol aside, looking down at his collarbone, feeling some regret that he hadn’t bitten through it.

“I need to go get a rabies shot.” Han Qingsu turned over. The anomaly coming from behind made his face change, and he nearly bit his teeth into pieces. “You just wait for me.”

Lin Muhai pressed the cigarette out in the bedside ashtray, gripped his shoulders to help him turn over, his gaze sweeping over his miserable yet beautiful back before landing on the indentation at the small of his back.

“Cigarette.” Han Qingsu’s head was splitting with pain; the alcohol hadn’t worn off, and the aftereffects had yet to fade. He was too lazy to move a single finger, feeling like he might already be paralyzed from all the fucking.

Lin Muhai gave him a cigarette, leaning against the headboard to watch the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead and his reddened eye corners, asking him: “Brother, does it feel good?”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Han Qingsu snapped irritably.

Lin Muhai curled his lips: “You didn’t refuse.”

Han Qingsu’s face turned green. He stared at Lin Muhai with an unreadable expression. Lin Muhai suddenly leaned down and kissed him, only raising his head after a long time, whispering: “Brother, you’re really amazing, clinging to me like a beast in heat.”

Han Qingsu couldn’t be bothered to deal with him. He lay on the bed, feeling rather depressed, one arm dangling off the edge, the lit cigarette held between his fingers, ash falling onto the old floorboards.

In the past, he would never have believed that Lin Muhai could say such things or do such things. This damn kid was stubborn and arrogant, the model of a good student, a goody-two-shoes. When offered a million a month as an allowance, he called it an insult, yet in the end, he took meal money from him—thirty thousand wasn’t even enough for Han Qingsu to open a bottle of wine.

He frowned, filled with confusion and doubt: “You were so well-behaved before, how did you become… like this?”

“I was always like this.” Lin Muhai leaned affectionately against him, reached out to take the cigarette from him and held it between his teeth, revealing an ominous, cold smile at him: “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.”

The first time he saw Han Qingsu, he thought this man was good-looking—broad-shouldered, long-legged, both handsome and fierce, like an elegant and untamable black panther, beautiful and dangerous.

Han Qingsu cursed angrily, and Lin Muhai’s hand began to get restless again. He lowered his head and bit Han Qingsu’s ear: “Brother, I still want to continue.”

“Continue your grandpa!” Han Qingsu elbowed him in the stomach. “You might as well just kill me.”

“I’ve thought about it, but it’s against the law.” Lin Muhai bit his shoulder. “Can you still * when you’re dead?”

This hellish conversation was dancing right on Han Qingsu’s nerves. The gloomy tone of Lin Muhai made his back feel cold. He turned his head to look at him: “Are you sick in the head?”

“I’m clean.” Lin Muhai lay on his shoulder, speaking with a serious tone, “I only mess with you, legally and exclusively.”

“Fuck.” Han Qingsu felt his neck itching from his kisses, so he reached out to push his head away: “That’s enough out of you, I’m already annoyed.”

Lin Muhai touched his collarbone and said: “Brother, wash off that tattoo.”

“Mind your own business.” Han Qingsu frowned.

“What, are you still holding onto an undying love for that Chu Jingyuan? He already cheated on you.” Lin Muhai’s gaze turned gloomy. “How about I send the videos and photos to him, let him see how you opened your legs for me?”

“You actually recorded a video?!” Han Qingsu opened his eyes wide. He vaguely remembered this dog of a person taking a few photos, but he never expected him to do something even more excessive.

Lin Muhai smiled: “A keepsake.”

“Keep your ancestors!” Han Qingsu could no longer endure it and kicked him in the waist.

Lin Muhai was caught off guard and kicked off the bed. Han Qingsu scanned the room but didn’t find anything suspicious. He walked over, grabbed Lin Muhai, and slammed him against the wall: “Lin Muhai, don’t force me to beat you.”

Lin Muhai held his waist suggestively: “Just teasing you, brother. I didn’t record anything. Even if I did, I wouldn’t bear to let others see it. I’ve already deleted the photos from my phone, don’t be mad.”

He was methodical, his voice cold and sticky, like a snake that couldn’t be shaken off, clinging tightly to Han Qingsu, making it impossible for him to break free no matter how much he struggled in his rage.

Han Qingsu cursed, new grudges and old ones combined. He punched Lin Muhai in the face and said with a dark expression: “We’re even now. I must have been blind to think you were anything good and come home with you.”

He turned to grab his clothes from the floor and put them on messily. Lin Muhai’s expression changed: “Brother!”

Han Qingsu reached for the doorknob. Lin Muhai, dazed from that punch, lunged forward and grabbed his wrist, saying coldly: “It’s so late, where are you going?”

“None of your business where I’m going!” Han Qingsu jerked away, but the next second a sharp pain struck his wrist. Lin Muhai pinned his arm behind his back and pressed him against the door panel. Han Qingsu went pale with pain: “Lin Muhai!”

Lin Muhai’s chest heaved violently, but he dared not let go. He softened his voice and said: “Brother, I really didn’t record a video, I just wanted to piss you off. I didn’t even take photos… Brother, I was wrong, don’t go.”

It was the first time Han Qingsu had seen someone apologize using a grapple.

“Get lost!” He jerked with force to throw him off, but the momentum was too strong, and his right hand slammed directly into the wall. A sharp pain surged, leaving his mind blank for a moment.

Lin Muhai’s gaze was cold, and he was about to force the man to stay, when he noticed Han Qingsu’s entire arm shaking, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He paused: “What’s wrong?”

“…My hand.” Han Qingsu gritted his teeth. “Damn it, I think it might be broken…”

This jerk of a man was particularly afraid of pain; his back was already soaked through by now.

“Don’t move for a second.” Lin Muhai quickly got dressed, grabbed the car keys, and led him out. Halfway there, he came back to grab him a jacket. “We’re going to the hospital.”

Deep in the night, there were very few cars on the road. Lin Muhai turned to look at him while driving: “Does it hurt a lot?”

Han Qingsu was pale, brow furrowed, teeth gritted: “I’m going to kill you.”

All the injuries he’d suffered from childhood until now didn’t add up to what happened tonight. This god-forsaken bastard Lin Muhai was specifically sent to hold him back!

“Almost there.” Lin Muhai stepped on the gas.

——

Hospital Emergency Room.

The doctor looked at the X-ray, then at Han Qingsu, and said: “The thumb is fractured, but the position of the fracture is excellent; otherwise, you would have needed surgery. In this case, we can treat the fracture with conservative management.”

“Alright, thank you, doctor.” Lin Muhai supported Han Qingsu’s shoulder. “Brother, it’s fine.”

“You call it ‘fine’ when I almost needed surgery?” Han Qingsu lowered his voice.

“I said the fracture position is good,” Lin Muhai said.

“A good fracture position in your family? Should I break your leg and give you a good position too?” Han Qingsu gritted his teeth.

Lin Muhai whispered: “Your foot almost broke my ribs.”

The doctor looked at the two young men in front of him—one with a fractured finger and dislocated wrist, the other punched in the face and bruised—and said earnestly: “You’re not children anymore. Fighting like this with no regard for consequences… what could be so irreconcilable between you brothers?”

“Thank you, doctor.” Lin Muhai smiled slightly. “I’ll go get the medicine.”

“Let him get it himself, his other hand still works,” the doctor said. “And you, go get an X-ray taken too.”

“I don’t need to,” Lin Muhai said.

The doctor looked at him: “You might feel fine now.”

“…” Lin Muhai was silent for a moment, but ultimately succumbed to the doctor’s “death glare” and went to take the X-ray.

“Minor rib fracture.” The doctor had an “I knew it” expression. “I could tell your walking was off just now.”

Han Qingsu laughed gloatingly.

The old doctor, already half-bald, lectured them earnestly, applied a cast for Han Qingsu, and instructed Lin Muhai: “No heavy lifting for the next few months, no strenuous activity, bed rest at home. There’s no better way.”

Lin Muhai naturally agreed to everything, took the medicine, and led Han Qingsu out.

Han Qingsu suddenly remembered something, turned around at the door to look at the old doctor, pulled his collar down to reveal his collarbone, and asked: “Doctor, do I need a rabies shot for this bite mark?”

His neck and chest were covered in purple and crimson hickey marks, and the ferocious, fresh tooth marks on his collarbone didn’t look like they were made by a little girl. The poor old doctor, who had been working the night shift and barely finished tending to the disharmonious brothers, was shocked by the hickey marks on Han Qingsu’s body. He struggled to speak: “A human bite… theoretically, it’s not necessary, provided he doesn’t have rabies.”

“He definitely has it. He’s like a mad dog.” Han Qingsu said solemnly.

Doctor: “…”

Lin Muhai dragged this royal pain out of the hospital with a dark face.