Chapter 36
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To prove that Ning Yiwei was playing with LEGO last night, Liang Chong went to the empty room and stood next to the Imperial Battleship. He took a close-up photo and sent it to Kong Shenfeng.
Since Kong Shenfeng didn’t reply for a long time, Liang Chong made a phone call to his subordinate and briefly explained some work tasks.
Liang Chong had planned today as Ning Yiwei’s birthday. He had made plans in advance and freed up time for Ning Yiwei. Unexpectedly, they spent the day at home together. They had booked a restaurant for the evening, but Liang Chong wasn’t sure if Ning Yiwei would be willing to get up and eat.
After a long conversation with his subordinate, Liang Chong hung up the phone and saw that Kong Shenfeng had sent him a text message saying “Well done” with a thumbs-up emoji. He also sent Liang Chong a retouched family photo, with a circle drawn on a girl’s head using the phone’s editing pen.
This family photo reminded Liang Chong of the one hanging on the wall of his grandmother’s house. He had never carefully looked at it while passing through the corridor, but the wallpaper and frame felt somewhat familiar.
Before Liang Chong could reply, Kong Shenfeng sent over the caption for the photo, answering Liang Chong’s question. He told Liang Chong, “Your aunt before she had plastic surgery.”
Liang Chong zoomed in again and saw a noticeable but inexplicable resemblance to Ning Yiwei. The eyebrows, eyes, chin, posture, and even the habit of slightly tilting the head while taking photos seemed exactly the same. If the girl in the picture stood beside Ning Yiwei, no one would doubt that they were family.
“Very similar,” Liang Chong replied.
Just as he was about to respond, Kong Shenfeng suddenly retracted the message “Your aunt before she had plastic surgery.” After a few seconds, he sent a message saying, “Xinxin’s beautiful appearance at seventeen.”
He must have been scolded by Kang Xixin again. Liang Chong calmly put away his phone, glanced at Ning Yiwei’s beloved Imperial Battleship, and returned to the room.
Ning Yiwei, on the other hand, was fast asleep again.
The curtains were closed, making the room dim. Liang Chong turned on a bedside lamp and saw Ning Yiwei’s long eyelashes peacefully resting on his lower eyelids as he slept.
Ning Yiwei’s genuine sleeping appearance was far different from his silly pretending-to-sleep face. He looked calm and obedient, as if he was having the best dream.
He slept on his side with his right hand placed neatly on top of his left hand, in a secure and comforting sleeping position.
Ning Yiwei had never lacked love and grew up in a healthy and happy family environment. He had experienced some difficulties, but he didn’t hold onto them. He had few material desires and sometimes acted as an unreliable environmentalist, while other times he showed no concern for the environment. It all depended on whether he was engaged in a verbal battle with Liang Chong or not.
Shortly after Liang Chong graduated, he asked his secretary to get an additional credit card for him. During one of Ning Yiwei’s visits to his home, Liang Chong casually handed it to him and told Ning Yiwei the card’s credit limit.
As expected, Ning Yiwei was startled and asked why the limit was so high. He even jokingly threatened Liang Chong, “If you call me your Little Slave again, I’ll go to the mall tomorrow and max it out.”
However, nothing came of it afterward.
Initially, Liang Chong hoped to receive news that the supplementary card had been used by Ning Yiwei. That way, he could know what Ning Yiwei was up to or make a teasing phone call, joking about Ning Yiwei’s expenses at a certain place. But gradually, Liang Chong came to understand that Ning Yiwei neither thought of using nor needed his card.
Ning Yiwei’s biggest expenses each year were joint subscriptions to magazines with Zhou Zirui and taking taxis. If Ning Yiwei remembered to bring the card given to him by Liang Chong, he should count himself lucky. The idea of “maxing it out” was just a passing remark.
Price was a blind spot in Ning Yiwei’s perception. He had a nonchalant attitude toward prices.
Zhou Zirui said that gifts shouldn’t be too cheap for Ning Yiwei to buy the expensive ones. He had even given Liang Chong a birthday card bought for three yuan from a stationery store in their childhood.
He would eat casually, opting for something quick. When it came to clothing, he would wear anything, observing how his mother matched his outfit based on the morning text message she sent. During arguments with Liang Chong, he would say things like, “You’re just like Kong Zong,” or “You also love dressing up.”
Whenever Ning Yiwei said these things, he always had a self-assured expression that invited laughter.
Whenever Liang Chong said something, Ning Yiwei would retort with phrases like “Do you really understand?” or “You’re so silly.” Under Liang Chong’s pressure, he would reluctantly change his words through tears, “I’m sorry! I truly realize my mistake!” or even paradoxically stating, “Liang Chong has a higher IQ than me.”
He would ran off to a distant place and muttered under his breath, “Yeah, right.”
He definitely knew that he was different from others, but that’s just how Ning Yiwei was. He never thought there was anything wrong with himself that needed changing. He was stubborn and twisted, carrying an innocent and righteous demeanor of being loved without ever experiencing deep hurt.
Regardless of what decisions Kong Shenfeng and Kang Xixin made, Liang Chong hoped they could come up with a gentle landing approach. He wanted Ning Yiwei to be surprised, reflective, and hopefully slowly accept it without causing him worry or pain.
Liang Chong approached Ning Yiwei, looking down with lowered eyes.
Ning Yiwei’s lips had a slightly different shade of red than usual. The blanket covered up to his shoulders, and there were kiss marks on his neck that weren’t there before.
They had gotten intimate last night.
Ning Yiwei clung to Liang Chong’s shoulder, relying on him. With closed eyes, he actively ꜱᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ᴘᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ Liang Chong.
Even in dreams, things weren’t necessarily this good.
Liang Chong used his finger to press against Ning Yiwei’s lower lip.
Half-awake, Ning Yiwei felt something touching his lips. He reached out and patted, but it didn’t go away. He wondered if it was some delicious food, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it once, then again, but couldn’t taste anything.
Before he could think further, the object forced itself into Ning Yiwei’s mouth, swirling and pressing, as if trying to spread its flavor to every corner of his oral cavity.
Ning Yiwei was forced to suck on it, but no matter how hard he sucked, there was no taste. He couldn’t even bite it off. He instantly felt deceived and became very angry. He used his tongue to push against the fake object, trying to push it out.
Under Ning Yiwei’s vigorous resistance, the fake object was finally pulled away, but soon another thing stuck onto his t*ngue, as if it had been waiting for a long time, chasing after Ning Yiwei’s t*ngue without letting go.
After a moment of confusion, Ning Yiwei woke up and realized that it wasn’t real food. Once again, it was Liang Chong playing with him.
Just as he had finally fallen asleep again, he was awakened once more. Annoyed, he closed his eyes and lifted his knee, trying to push Liang Chong away. But as soon as he lifted his leg, Liang Chong grabbed hold of it and forcefully pulled it to the side.
ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘʀ*ꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʟ*ʙʀɪᴄᴀᴛɪ*ɴ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ɪɴꜱ*ᴅᴇ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ.
Ning Yiwei’s reactions were still sluggish, devoid of resistance. He was held down by Liang Chong, pulled downward.
The blanket covered their heads, creating a sealed and cramped space that was stuffy and lacked ventilation. The cool scent of the ointment mixed with a strange, pungent odor that couldn’t be ignored.
Ning Yiwei weakly tapped Liang Chong’s shoulder, feeling a tingling sensation in his ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ that quickly made him lose sensation. He stopped resisting and ʙᴇɴᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʟ*ɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄɪʟɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʟɪᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴏɴɢ’ꜱ ᴍᴏᴠ*ᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.
In the early morning, men naturally experience physiological reactions. Ning Yiwei couldn’t breathe properly under the blanket, and as Liang Chong continued, he couldn’t bear it much longer. He instinctively felt embarrassed and wanted to push Liang Chong away. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰ*ʀᴄᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜʀ*ꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟɪᴀɴɢ ᴄʜᴏɴɢ, ɴɪɴɢ ʏɪᴡᴇɪ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ*ɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢꜱ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ.
Liang Chong paused, lifted the blanket, and held onto Ning Yiwei’s hips, whispering, “I haven’t done anything yet.”
Ning Yiwei felt dizzy with anger.
Angrily, he covered Liang Chong’s mouth with the palm of his hand, but was quickly pulled away.
Liang Chong intentionally misinterpreted Ning Yiwei’s intention and coaxed him like a child, “I understand, don’t stop.”
As he said this, he ᴛʜʀ*ꜱᴛ into Ning Yiwei, but upon hearing Ning Yiwei’s ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ɢʀᴏᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴘʀ*ꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛʀeᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, asking Ning Yiwei, “Does it hurt?”
Ning Yiwei remained silent. Liang Chong asked again, “Does it hurt?”
Ning Yiwei admitted, “It’s a bit painful.”
Despite Liang Chong’s efforts to ʟ*ʙʀɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ and prepare, excessive use and engaging in such activities early in the morning would inevitably cause some discomfort.
Liang Chong hesitated for half a second and then ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. He leaned down, covering Ning Yiwei’s mouth with a passionate kiss. One hand supported himself to prevent their ʙ*ᴅɪᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴘʀ*ꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ. Ning Yiwei felt dizzy and disoriented, his mind unclear. It took him a while to realize that Liang Chong was ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀ*ɴɢ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ while kissing him.
Ning Yiwei wanted to tell Liang Chong that he didn’t need to do this and that they could do it again another time without any issue, but after careful consideration, he remained silent.
He always felt that Liang Chong had gone crazy since last night, like someone who had never tasted candy until they were much older and now needed to lick every kind of candy they had and hadn’t seen before just to confirm its sweetness.
Moreover, it seemed that he needed to immerse himself in sweetness all the time, which was why even during ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱ*ʀᴇ, he had to kiss.
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