Chapter 39#

Have You Ever Kissed Anyone?#

This stubborn mule. Su Ruhui’s teeth itched with annoyance. He said, “Although my life isn’t in danger, it’s true that I have a fever. Do you have the heart to leave a weak man like me all alone here? If a fever lasts too long, my brain will be fried. Maybe next time we meet, I’ll be an idiot. Thanks to you, the world will have one less genius.”

Sang Chiyu ignored him and walked to the door.

“The alcohol is in the kitchen,” Su Ruhui said before he left.

Sang Chiyu pushed the door open and stepped into the bitter cold wind.

Su Ruhui huddled under the covers and waited for a while. As expected, he heard the sound of footsteps returning. How could someone be so soft-hearted? Su Ruhui couldn’t help but smile. He sat up very consciously and took off his outer robe before Sang Chiyu returned, leaving only his inner garment. After a moment of hesitation, he untied the strings, exposing his shoulders.

So, when Sang Chiyu entered the room, what he saw was Su Ruhui sitting on the heated k’ang, his clothes in disarray. Su Ruhui’s self-awareness was too much; wearing that inner garment was the same as not wearing it at all. The front was wide open, and the candlelight spilled over his shoulders, waist, and abdomen like golden oil, outlining his firm muscles.

Sang Chiyu’s gaze lingered on his body for a moment before slowly moving away. He placed the wine jar and a clean towel on the k’ang table, his voice as steady as ever. “Wipe yourself.”

“Do you think I’ll wipe myself?” Su Ruhui tilted his head. “Either you help me, or you let me burn into an idiot.”

Sang Chiyu’s lips pressed into a straight line. Su Ruhui was a reckless fellow; he believed Su Ruhui was capable of such a foolish thing.

“You can blindfold yourself and help me wipe,” Su Ruhui suggested with a smile.

Sang Chiyu’s brow furrowed. This seemed like a good idea.

“But I don’t guarantee that you won’t touch me anywhere else.”

Sang Chiyu’s hand, reaching for his hairband, froze in mid-air.

Su Ruhui slumped on the k’ang, whimpering, “It’s so uncomfortable, I’m so hot.”

The man in front of him seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He bent down and sat on the edge of the k’ang, using a towel dipped in alcohol to wipe Su Ruhui’s body. The rich aroma of wine filled the cool air. Though no one was drinking, it felt as if they were; it was as if their chests were soaked in sweet-smelling wine. Su Ruhui’s smile even had a hint of intoxication. Sang Chiyu was extremely disciplined. He wiped Su Ruhui’s upper body thoroughly, yet didn’t touch him at all.

Su Ruhui took a breath of the rich wine scent and felt a bit lightheaded.

He said, “Sang Chiyu, you could have actually refused.”

Sang Chiyu didn’t reply. He dipped the towel in the wine again and wiped Su Ruhui’s palms.

“Have you noticed? I’m seducing you.” Su Ruhui pulled his hand away and pressed down on Sang Chiyu’s pulse. “Have I succeeded?”

The pulse under his fingertips was incredibly fast, beating like a small drum. Yet, the man before him had a normal expression; his handsome face was blank, showing no sign of his stray thoughts.

“You’re this shy just because I took off some clothes? Yu-er, why are you so cute?”

Su Ruhui teased him with a smile and poked his cold, pale cheek. Sang Chiyu gave him a silent look, his dark eyes deep and somber, like an immeasurable well.

“That’s enough,” he said.

The words were brief, carrying a hint of warning.

Su Ruhui didn’t take this level of warning seriously at all. He propped himself up and slowly approached Sang Chiyu, asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Sang Chiyu’s brow slowly furrowed, and the way he looked at Su Ruhui became complex.

“Just one kiss,” Su Ruhui stopped an inch away from him, his eyes sparkling. “Want to try? You can’t be a bachelor your whole life.”

Su Ruhui couldn’t feel his breath; the man was holding it. His fingertips still pressed on Sang Chiyu’s pulse, and Su Ruhui felt it getting faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out from under that thin layer of flesh.

Su Ruhui thought Sang Chiyu was moved, but he wasn’t. When Sang Chiyu broke into the Mystic Sect, he had used several secret techniques in succession, and his spiritual energy flow already showed signs of going out of control. He had been trying his best to suppress the spiritual energy flow, but at this moment, his blood was surging, and he finally showed signs of being unable to hold it back. The accelerated heartbeat was a precursor to his loss of control. Sang Chiyu’s heart grew increasingly irritable as his demonic nature, which obeyed desire, began to devour his reason.

“It’s not like we’re getting into bed, don’t be nervous.” Su Ruhui’s voice carried a hint of raspiness.

As he leaned closer, Sang Chiyu’s palm pressed against his chest.

“Your memory is incomplete, right?” Sang Chiyu suddenly asked.

Su Ruhui was stunned for a moment. “How did you know? Jiang Xueya extracted some of my memories and put them in a glazed vessel.”

The heartbeat under his fingertips was getting faster and faster, unnaturally fast—the speed far exceeded that of a normal person. Sang Chiyu’s eyes were also tinged with a color Su Ruhui didn’t understand. Su Ruhui didn’t know what was happening, but he suddenly felt the atmosphere become a bit dangerous. The air was cool, but goosebumps broke out on the back of Su Ruhui’s neck.

“Su Ruhui,” Sang Chiyu took a breath and said, “you are too wicked. I have already warned you.”

He suddenly pushed Su Ruhui with force. Su Ruhui fell back onto the bedding, his spine aching slightly from the impact. The next moment, a deep shadow loomed over him. Sang Chiyu leaned down and bit his lip. Su Ruhui was stunned by Sang Chiyu’s action. This fellow had bitten his lip, and the grinding and sucking motions were not unfamiliar; on the contrary, they seemed somewhat practiced. One hand held Su Ruhui down, while the other moved down, reaching into his waistband.

It was as if a thunderclap went off in Su Ruhui’s mind. He couldn’t help but struggle, shouting unclearly, “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?” Sang Chiyu’s breath splashed across his lips and teeth, so hot that he almost felt like he was burning up. “You seduced me. You succeeded.”

What happened!? Su Ruhui was shocked beyond measure. He just wanted to enjoy some beauty; he hadn’t expected Sang Chiyu to suddenly go crazy.

This guy Sang Chiyu was more of a gentleman than anyone else. How did he become like this!?

[Detected that Sang Chiyu’s blood pressure has risen, heart rate has accelerated, breathing has deepened, spiritual energy flow is turbulent, and demonic nature has resurfaced. Determined to be a sudden onset of heat.]

Heat!?

[His spiritual energy flow is unstable. If you anger him now, his demonic nature will overpower his human nature, and he will act according to his primal desires. Predator-type demons are very aggressive. You should be glad his primal desire isn’t to kill you, but just to fuck you. Does the host want the system to provide escape suggestions?]

Su Ruhui shouted, “Yes, yes, yes! I want them!”

[One word: Wait.]

Huh? What kind of suggestion is that!

Only then did he realize that in his urgency, he had inadvertently spoken his words to the system aloud. Sang Chiyu thought Su Ruhui was talking to him and said coldly, “I’ll fulfill your wish.”

The next moment, Sang Chiyu’s left hand had completely reached into his waistband and grasped his buttock. Su Ruhui’s brain exploded again, his mind going blank as he instinctively grabbed Sang Chiyu’s forearm. This fellow was incredibly strong, and since Su Ruhui was sick, he couldn’t budge him at all. Sang Chiyu squeezed his buttock forcefully, his flesh overflowing between the man’s fingers. Su Ruhui felt a clear pain; later, there might be a handprint from Sang Chiyu left on his backside.

Su Ruhui turned his face away, dodging his kisses—or rather, his biting.

“I didn’t mean that! Let’s talk! I apologize, Sang Chiyu, I apologize!” Su Ruhui surrendered.

Sang Chiyu looked down at him, his eyes cold as if an ice storm were brewing within them.

“I apologize,” Su Ruhui panted.

Sang Chiyu lifted himself slightly and pulled his hand out from behind Su Ruhui’s backside. Su Ruhui thought he was letting him go and let out a sigh of relief. Who would have thought that Sang Chiyu would flip him over, making him face the bedding with his back up, and then pull his pants down to his knees? When the cold air touched his naked thighs, Su Ruhui shivered violently.

“I don’t accept it,” Sang Chiyu said coldly.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Su Ruhui’s backside. In the dim yellow candlelight, the handprint on a certain part of Su Ruhui’s body was very clear. The scene was filled with eroticism and ambiguity, making Sang Chiyu’s blood surge even faster.

Su Ruhui’s brain exploded again. Heavens, it wasn’t what he thought, was it!

Sang Chiyu’s reason was completely replaced by his demonic nature. His transformation technique was completely undone; his eyes turned a deep blue, and his hair became white as snow. His spiritual energy flow surged wildly through his meridians like a flooding tide. His body was glowing, and icy-blue meridians spread along the back of his hands like vines. With the fluctuations of his spiritual energy, he became even more irritable, his brutal nature tearing at his heart.

Su Ruhui wanted to look back, but Sang Chiyu raised a hand and covered his eyes. The other hand pulled aside his clothes, exposing his bare back. Sang Chiyu leaned down and kissed his way down from the back of Su Ruhui’s neck and along his spine. Everywhere his lips passed, Su Ruhui’s body broke out in waves of tremors.

Seeing that he was kissing lower and lower, Su Ruhui got scared and begged for mercy, “I was wrong, Brother Sang. I’ll never seduce you again.”

Sang Chiyu leaned down, his snow-white hair piling up next to Su Ruhui’s neck.

“You won’t seduce me?” Sang Chiyu’s words sounded as if they were soaked in ice shards, so cold that they made one’s heart tremble. “Who are you going to seduce then?”

Su Ruhui’s brain exploded. What on earth was this bastard saying!?

“Jiang Xueya, Han Ye,” Sang Chiyu whispered in his ear, “just how many people do you like?”

Jiang Xueya and Su Ruhui shared the secret of the top-grade flesh puppet. Su Ruhui had hidden it from the whole world, trusting only Jiang Xueya. Han Ye could name Su Ruhui’s cat “Han Baobao”—what an intimate name. Su Ruhui’s relationship with them was far more intimate than Sang Chiyu knew.

Su Ruhui had always been such a person. He had many older brothers and many younger brothers. Many people liked him, and he liked many people. He called Sang Chiyu cute, but how many people had he said the same thing to?

Thinking of this, his remaining reason was somewhat recalled. Sang Chiyu must never have such an unclear entanglement with this person, otherwise, in the end, the only one hurt would be Sang Chiyu himself. Sang Chiyu panted, leaning over Su Ruhui’s back, tightly grasping Su Ruhui’s hand. He gritted his teeth, enduring the irritability and desire in his chest, in great pain.

“What are you talking about? Why do you make it sound like I’m so promiscuous?” Su Ruhui asked.

Sang Chiyu’s voice was cold and harsh, every word like a knife. “That’s exactly what you are.”

“…” Something must have happened in the past, but Su Ruhui had forgotten. Su Ruhui thought he would definitely have to recover those memories later. He took a deep breath and shouted, “My relationships with Han Ye and my senior sister are innocent!”

“Liar,” Sang Chiyu suppressed his anger. “Your words have never been trustworthy!”

This was the consequence of lying too much. It was over, Su Ruhui thought; he wouldn’t escape being fucked today.

Sang Chiyu hesitated to take further action. Su Ruhui was pressed onto the bed, as if a sword were hanging over his head, enduring the same torment as a death-row prisoner waiting for judgment. Sang Chiyu was still trying his best to suppress his turbulent spiritual energy flow, but his entire body’s spiritual energy was no longer under his control. In the end, he even lost control of his form. He turned his head to look at the bronze mirror on the table; his reflection had already grown fangs, and furry ears popped out from the top of his head.

Su Ruhui tried to comfort himself. Fine, isn’t it just being “stir-fried” once? He had already died; what was being fried compared to that? Su Ruhui took a deep breath, trying to accept the fact that he was about to be “stir-fried” by Sang Chiyu. He hoped Sang Chiyu would be a bit gentler, he thought miserably.

However, the weight on him suddenly lifted. He turned around in a daze and found that Sang Chiyu was gone. He sat up and looked around. The guy had seemingly vanished into thin air, without even a shadow left behind. From the scuffle with Sang Chiyu, he had broken into a sweat, and his head didn’t feel as dizzy anymore. He put on his pants, draped a furry cloak over himself, opened the door a crack, and peeked out. It was a pitch-black night, and the lanterns illuminated the swirling, feather-like snow. Sang Chiyu wasn’t outside; he was really gone.

Su Ruhui actually felt a bit melancholy. He had just been prepared for Sang Chiyu to do that.

He was about to go back to bed when he saw a furry white figure appear on the veranda. It was blended with the snow, making it hard to see clearly. Su Ruhui shaded his eyes with his hand, trying to get a better look. The shadow became clearer—it was a cat, walking with difficulty, seemingly lacking strength.

Su Ruhui’s eyes lit up, and he called out, “Baobao!”