A violent storm was raging outside.
A terrifying flash of lightning streaked across the dark night, the shaking windowpanes almost made one fear they would be shattered by the wind and rain, and the ear-splitting howl of the wind assaulted through the thick windows.
Two figures, leaning on each other, walked up the steps one by one.
The bright, warm stairwell lights shone on them, and golden-orange petals fell behind them, as if paving a warm, sunlit flower path.
Storms and hardships outside.
Only in this secluded, undiscovered little house did the two of them create a warm and wonderful world.
At this moment, Zuo Shihuan, who was being held in Gu Heng’s arms, could not hear a sound from the outside world, but he no longer felt that the silence here was so lonely and bewildering.
Because of Gu Heng’s company.
He rested his head on Gu Heng’s broad shoulders, feeling an immense sense of warmth and security in his embrace, as if he had finally found peace and no longer felt the cold and turbulent winds and rain outside.
He didn’t feel any difference between the inside and outside.
If he hadn’t glanced out the window out of the corner of his eye…
The dark rain pounded against the windowpane, continuously dripping cold droplets that seemed to freeze into a thin mist as if caught in the extremely cold wind.
Now, Zuo Shihuan leaned against Gu Heng’s warm and strong arms.
Listening to the steady, powerful heartbeat, he leaned against his slightly warm chest.
Zuo Shihuan’s slightly lowered, light brown eyes, filled with the misty spring atmosphere, gradually came back to their senses. Unconsciously, a warm and affectionate feeling welled up inside him. He smiled comfortably and curled up the corners of his mouth, burying himself even deeper into that furnace-like embrace, not letting go even as his cheeks flushed red.
Even though he was only wrapped in a pure white bath towel, he leaned comfortably against Gu Heng, his swan-like nape exposed, and the graceful curve of his back was faintly visible through the towel.
He stretched out his two long, slender, fair legs and dangled them outside, seemingly oblivious to the cold.
On the contrary, it was a bit too hot.
Zuo Shihuan gradually felt it was too hot, as if he were being roasted by a blazing furnace. Slowly, his face became flushed and hot, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stretched out his feet from his bathrobe, showing off his neat, beautiful, and pink toes.
He tried to move around to cool down.
Gu Heng thought he was about to get down, so he held him even tighter and said gently, “Don’t move yet, I’ll put you down in a bit.”
Zuo Shihuan smiled and raised his eyebrows: “I didn’t say I wanted to get down. If you want to carry me, then carry me. It’ll save me from walking.”
Gu Heng glanced down at Zuo Shihuan, who was smiling. A small dimple appeared on his flushed cheeks, making him look like a ripe apple that made one want to take a bite.
And he actually did it.
While Zuo Shihuan was secretly laughing to himself and didn’t notice.
Gu Heng suddenly launched a sneak attack and kissed Zuo Shihuan on the dimple on his cheek. It wasn’t just a sudden kiss; it was a gentle, affectionate bite.
A faint tooth mark was left on Zuo Shihuan’s stunned face, looking like a bite taken from a rosy apple.
Gu Heng’s cunning black eyes gleamed as he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He raised an eyebrow, hugged Zuo Shihuan, and said, “Shihuan, since you’ve said that, I really won’t let go. As payment, give me a kiss; it won’t be a loss.”
Zuo Shihuan was stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses and touched his cheek. He could still feel the saliva on his face, as if he had been bitten by some b*stard who had ambushed him.
Although it doesn’t hurt, it just feels numb, which was strange.
Zuo Shihuan wanted to get revenge.
But when he saw Gu Heng looking back at him with a warm and loving smile in his bright black eyes, Zuo Shihuan couldn’t help but laugh along. He playfully wrapped his arms around Gu Heng’s neck and bit Gu Heng’s chin.
A small tooth mark remained on Gu Heng’s chin, looking rather comical.
Gu Heng raised an eyebrow, as if accepting Zuo Shihuan’s challenge. Seemingly unwilling to admit defeat, he bared his teeth and claws and exaggeratedly kissed Zuo Shihuan’s cheek.
Not the kind of ordinary kiss.
It was a strong, sucking motion, ending with a “pop” sound.
He kissed Zuo Shihuan’s face until a red mark the size of a coin appeared.
Zuo Shihuan was stunned for a while after being kissed. When he recovered, his eyes were blank. He raised his hand and touched his numb face.
He felt as if he had been kissed hard by a vacuum cleaner.
The marks left by kisses between couples are usually called strawberry marks, so the marks Gu Heng left on Zuo Shihuan’s face should be called tomato marks.
When Gu Heng saw his masterpiece, his eyes showed surprise and disbelief. He felt guilty for half a second, but quickly continued his provocative arrogance, saying to Zuo Shihuan, “Scared now?”
Zuo Shihuan touched his numb face, gritted his teeth, and couldn’t help but pounce on him.
He bit back at Gu Heng.
The two of them were on the stairs, oblivious to everything else, playing a childish biting game.
Because he was being held by Gu Heng and couldn’t move freely, the situation was unfavorable for Zuo Shihuan.
He quickly fell into a losing position in the biting game.
Zuo Shihuan held his head high, and could only bite Gu Heng’s chin, but Gu Heng casually hugged and dragged him around, kissing and biting him all he wanted.
Gu Heng’s persistent and clingy manner made Zuo Shihuan blush with embarrassment. He felt his face was covered in teeth marks, and he couldn’t even push him away to wipe his face.
He kept being kissed on the cheeks, lips, neck, and collarbone…
He kissed Zuo Shihuan until he was powerless to resist, his face and neck turning bright red. He was only covered by a large, pure white bath towel, which barely covered him. His fair, smooth back, exposed after their playful antics, was both shy and alluring, with a pure and pinkish hue.
Gu Heng’s eyes darkened at the sight, and he wrapped his arms around Zuo Shihuan’s waist, slowly tightening his grip, letting the delicate, white, and silky soft skin flow between his fingers.
Completely oblivious to the danger, Zuo Shihuan buried his head in Gu Heng’s neck and mumbled, “I’m done playing. I give up.”
Gu Heng was surprisingly silent, only hugging him and stroking his back repeatedly.
Because they were playing around for a while, many petals fell off the bouquet.
The path was strewn with golden-orange petals, the gradient of warm colors resembling patches of sunlight of varying intensity scattered across the ground.
Zuo Shihuan looked at the flowers that Gu Heng had given him for the first time on the ground, his eyes filled with reluctance, and said regretfully, “Many of the flowers have fallen… They were given to me by you.”
Gu Heng smiled and said, “I will send you flowers again tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and I will keep sending them to you if you want.”
“Send it only once in a while, don’t be too wasteful.”
Zuo Shihuan chuckled involuntarily as he listened, but his gaze lingered on the fallen petals on the ground. His tone softened, yet a hint of regret and sorrow lingered as he said, “This was the first flower you ever gave me, Gu Heng. Even though the petals have fallen, I want to look at them, I want to preserve them carefully…”
Gu Heng lowered his eyes and focused intently on Zuo Shihuan, while Zuo Shihuan gazed intently at the gradient golden-orange petals on the ground, as if the two were looking at each other from afar.
Gu Heng’s eyes flickered deeply, suppressing his intense love deep within. He restrained his trembling fingers, and the urge to pull Zuo Shihuan, who so cherished him and had given him flowers, into his very bones and flesh…
He suppressed the surging, possessive love and urges that welled up within him, as if a sudden, violent surge of emotions had gripped his throat, making it hard to breathe and impossible to calm down. His mind was filled with the desire for Zuo Shihuan, to keep his gaze fixed on him forever; he was going crazy…
He loved him.
The fact that Zuo Shihuan looked at the flowers but not at him made Gu Heng feel both loved and jealous of everything else that received Zuo Shihuan’s attention.
Because those flowers were given by him.
Because they were flowers he gave, Zuo Shihuan cherished them so much… The one Zuo Shihuan truly cherished was Gu Heng, the one kept close in his heart, the one he loved, was Gu Heng.
In the end—
Afraid of startling Zuo Shihuan, Gu Heng’s face went rigid and pale. His fingers trembled slightly as he gently wrapped his arms around Zuo Shihuan, forcing a smile as he said softly, “Anything I give you will never go to waste.”
Then he too lowered his gaze to the petals scattered on the ground.
Gu Heng’s eyes softened, as though through those flowers he was gazing at his beloved. His voice was gentle: “How about I make them into dried flowers? Or maybe I could use cryogenic preservation to keep them frozen forever at their moment of bloom. That way, Shihuan, you could look at them whenever you wanted…”
Zuo Shihuan’s heart stirred.
But he thought letting Gu Heng go that far was a bit too willful, so he shook his head.
Yet the next moment, Gu Heng bent down, without putting Zuo Shihuan down, and started picking up the petals one by one, gathering them carefully into his palm.
Zuo Shihuan froze in surprise, his face flushing red, flustered and unsure what to do, yet he couldn’t help but smile warmly.
He only thought it would trouble Gu Heng too much, not that he didn’t want to keep those flowers Gu Heng had given him for the first time, not that he didn’t want to be able to look at them every day, just as Gu Heng said.
But Zuo Shihuan’s heart ached a little seeing Gu Heng still holding him, juggling the bouquet, and using his only free hand to pick up those orange-gold petals for his sake.
Watching Gu Heng bend down with effort, picking up five, six, seven petals…
Zuo Shihuan’s eyes showed worry, and he murmured, “Gu Heng, you’ve already picked enough. I’m happy with this much, you don’t need to pick more. Or… you could put me down, I can walk and help you pick them up…”
Gu Heng just kept bending down to collect the petals, still not putting Zuo Shihuan down. He smiled and replied lightly, “You’re not heavy. I’ll be done soon. Do you want me to make these into dried flowers, or freeze them to preserve them?”
Zuo Shihuan didn’t even know himself.
When Gu Heng bent down and looked up at him with that smile, Zuo Shihuan suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. His mind went blank, before he could think, he followed his heart and looped his arms around Gu Heng’s neck, giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips.
Gu Heng’s eyes widened in shock, his bent posture wavering before he steadied himself again. A faint shyness flickered in his eyes as he slowly blinked.
He turned his head slightly to hide the redness at his ears and murmured, “Don’t fool around, I might drop you.”
Zuo Shihuan, however, wasn’t scared at all. Still smiling, his light brown eyes stayed fixed on Gu Heng, not looking away for even a second, taking in every detail of his flustered, shy expression.
Gu Heng could only sigh in helpless fondness. In his dark eyes, affection unconsciously deepened as he softly scolded, “Do you know how dangerous that was? You almost made me drop you.”
Zuo Shihuan nodded, acknowledging that he’d heard.
Just as Gu Heng thought Zuo Shihuan might reflect on that, the latter suddenly leaned forward and kissed him again.
That soft, warm touch brushed against Gu Heng’s lips, fleeting as it was, it rippled through his heart like waves spreading endlessly across still water, like a hot spring welling up from deep within.
Gu Heng froze, eyes dilating and contracting, staring blankly at Zuo Shihuan, who smiled with bright, clear eyes. His heart thumped chaotically.
Zuo Shihuan laughed happily, eyes narrowing with joy, his voice full of sweetness and affection: “See? You didn’t drop me, Gu Heng. If you ever do, then I’ll blame you!”
Gu Heng finally came back to himself and pretended to be angry: “Oh, great, Shihuan, you’re learning to be naughty now!”
Zuo Shihuan grinned proudly, his bright eyes so inviting one could hardly resist kissing him, a dimple appearing at his cheek as he said, “Even if I am, I must’ve learned it from you.”
Gu Heng feigned outrage, glaring at him. “Don’t forget, you’re still in my hands!”
Zuo Shihuan blinked, realizing what that meant. A flicker of panic crossed his light brown eyes, but he still lifted his chin stubbornly. “So what if I am?”
“…I really can’t do anything to you,” Gu Heng said, but a moment later, his lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Since you’re not afraid, I’ll just keep doing what I was doing.”
Zuo Shihuan blinked in confusion, a sudden sense of unease rising—
And then—
That sudden, sinking feeling of weightlessness.
His body dropped out of nowhere.
The ground rushed up to meet him, like a bird suddenly falling from the sky.
Instinctively, Zuo Shihuan’s hands clenched tight, his pupils trembling, gaze unfocused and frightened as he watched the ground rush closer.
When he thought he was about to hit it, he couldn’t help squeezing his eyes shut halfway, his body reacting instinctively to protect itself.
But then—
He stopped.
Like a bird that had been plummeting through the air, suddenly caught and held aloft by a soft cloud.
“Shihuan, does this count as you throwing yourself into my arms?”
Gu Heng’s black eyes glinted with mischief. He caught Zuo Shihuan again, smirking with arrogant delight, a total scoundrel, utterly pleased with himself.
He never felt guilty for his mischief.
Or maybe he just didn’t have the nerve endings for guilt at all.
He was simply born that way, a b*stard through and through, confidence and all.
Meanwhile, Zuo Shihuan was still wide-eyed, heart pounding wildly from fright, his light brown eyes dazed as he glanced from the ground back to Gu Heng’s face, unsure where to look.
But Gu Heng didn’t seem to care, bending down again to keep picking up the petals, as if nothing had happened. With perfect justification, he raised an eyebrow and said,
“Well then, Shihuan, I still have work to finish, this time, you’d better hold on tight—”
Fearing Gu Heng might really drop him again, Zuo Shihuan instinctively tightened his arms around Gu Heng’s neck at once, clutching him so tightly it almost choked him.
Gu Heng coughed lightly, amused. “Shihuan, maybe loosen your grip just a little.”
Zuo Shihuan’s eyes, still wide from shock, turned toward Gu Heng. Gu Heng’s neck was caught in Zuo Shihuan’s tight grip, his face showing clear discomfort. Yet once Zuo Shihuan realized what kind of mischief Gu Heng had just pulled, his lips pressed into a thin line, his expression darkening with anger.
Even so, he loosened his hands a little from around Gu Heng’s neck.
But the next second, Zuo Shihuan couldn’t hold it in, he clenched his fists and pounded them against Gu Heng’s chest. This scoundrel had deliberately loosened his hold just now, almost making him fall and giving him quite a scare.
Each punch landed with a loud thump.
Just when Zuo Shihuan thought Gu Heng might finally show a little remorse and realize his mistake—
Gu Heng, watching Zuo Shihuan beat at his chest, noticed a little tuft of hair on his own head sticking up from being startled earlier. It bounced with every movement, making the scene unexpectedly cute and funny.
He could hardly stop himself from laughing but knew if he said anything, the easily angered Zuo Shihuan would only get madder.
Trying to hold it back, Gu Heng’s mouth twitched… but in the end he completely lost control, bursting into hearty laughter. He swept Zuo Shihuan up into his arms, still laughing loudly as Zuo Shihuan, red-faced and furious, continued to pound at his chest.
“Hahahaha Shihuan, you’re too cute! You can hit me as much as you want!”
“…?” Zuo Shihuan’s face went cold. He couldn’t figure out what on earth Gu Heng was laughing at, but that obnoxious laughter was ringing right in his ears, making his head buzz.
His cheeks flushed red as he ground out between his teeth, “Stop laughing—stop it!”
But Gu Heng couldn’t stop.
As his laughter filled the room, Zuo Shihuan’s emotions went through irritation, exasperation, confusion, and finally helpless amusement. Somehow, he found himself laughing too, a sudden snort slipping out.
In the end, the two of them couldn’t help but laugh together, holding each other, laughing freely and carelessly, their shared laughter filling the room with warmth and affection.
In their little world, it seemed there was nothing but laughter and closeness.
When their eyes met, it felt like unspoken words of love were being exchanged. Like two magnets, they were drawn together again, laughing, embracing, and then kissing deeply until they forgot everything else.
By the time they came back to their senses, Zuo Shihuan had regained his composure. His brows furrowed as his laughter faded, expression darkening again.
He was puzzled.
Why had he started laughing along with Gu Heng? What was even funny about that?
Could it be… that after spending so much time together, he’d caught Gu Heng’s strange habit of laughing for no reason?
Zuo Shihuan stared blankly at the thought, then grew even more serious and worried.
Gu Heng, on the other hand, didn’t think it was a big deal. He leaned closer, wanting to sneak another kiss, especially since Zuo Shihuan had gone quiet, which only made him want to tease him more.
But—
“Ow!”
Gu Heng gasped in pain. There was now a faint bite mark on his lip. He looked at Zuo Shihuan with wide, hurt eyes, as if asking why did you bite me?
Zuo Shihuan, lost in thought, didn’t even notice. The bite had been entirely reflexive.
But Gu Heng’s repeated interruptions, his attempts to kiss him again and again, finally made Zuo Shihuan snap. He reached out and pinched Gu Heng’s lips shut.
Gu Heng froze on the spot.
His nicely shaped lips were now being held shut, just like a duck’s beak.
Zuo Shihuan couldn’t help bursting into laughter, triumphant as he said, “Now you can’t just kiss me whenever you want, can you?”
Gu Heng blinked his clear, innocent black eyes pitifully, like a child begging for mercy. He even rubbed his head against Zuo Shihuan’s cheek, soft and clingy, acting so wronged that Zuo Shihuan’s heart softened.
He sighed and released him, mumbling awkwardly, “Alright, alright, I’ll let go. Just… don’t look at me like that.”
That look could melt anyone’s resolve.
Zuo Shihuan shyly turned his face away, pulling his hands back to himself.
Gu Heng blinked, then leaned close with a teasing grin. “What kind of look? I didn’t do anything. It’s you, Shihuan, you’re bullying me. Poor me, I can’t even kiss my boyfriend properly.”
Zuo Shihuan’s teeth clenched. “……”
In the end, he reached out again and pinched Gu Heng’s mouth shut for the second time, cutting off that sweet, clingy nonsense.
“Enough. I heard you.”
“Mmmf—mmmf!” Gu Heng could only let out muffled, aggrieved sounds.
“I already let you kiss me,” Zuo Shihuan said. “You’ve kissed me plenty of times.”
“Mmm—mmmf!!” Gu Heng’s muffled protests grew louder, clearly disagreeing.
“What, that’s still not enough?” Zuo Shihuan frowned in exasperation. He didn’t need to hear words to know exactly what this greedy man was thinking.
“Mm… mm-mm…” Seeing that Zuo Shihuan wasn’t taking the bait, Gu Heng switched tactics, starting to fake-cry instead, making pitiful whimpering noises.
Zuo Shihuan looked at him, pretending to sob but without shedding a single tear, and couldn’t help laughing. He released his grip, pinching Gu Heng’s cheeks instead. “Stop pretending. Not even one tear, and you think you can fool me?”
Realizing his act was up, Gu Heng raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Ah, caught by Shihuan. I guess I’ll have to improve my acting next time.”
Zuo Shihuan scolded him half-laughing, “Forget acting, at least make it convincing. If you could actually squeeze out a few tears, even fake ones, I’d go easy on you.”
Gu Heng’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “So… if I really cried, you’d go easy on me, right?”
Zuo Shihuan suddenly felt a sense of danger. He answered cautiously, “Let’s see you cry first.”
Gu Heng lifted an eyebrow confidently. “Shihuan, don’t forget what my job is. Crying on cue? That’s nothing, I’ll show you right now.”
Zuo Shihuan suddenly realized he had underestimated Gu Heng.
He immediately became so nervous that he didn’t even dare blink, staring fixedly at Gu Heng.
Very quickly.
Zuo Shihuan saw Gu Heng’s pair of dignified, deep black eyes gazing at him with affectionate grievance, as if already veiled with a layer of moisture.
For no reason at all, tension mixed with anticipation and heartache welled up.
It felt as though he was already about to see Gu Heng cry in front of him, looking pitiful and wronged. His heart wavered, thinking maybe he should just let it go, yet he still hesitated, falling silent.
He waited for Gu Heng, this b*stard who was fake-crying, to really cry in front of him.
So much so that those light brown eyes showed no effort at all to hide the intense expectation shining within them, leaving Gu Heng who was only pretending to cry to tease Zuo Shihuan completely stuck between a rock and a hard place…
Gu Heng instantly felt he’d miscalculated. Depressed, he pulled back the fake crying, pouted, and said to the clearly expectant Zuo Shihuan, “I don’t want to cry in front of Shihuan. That’d be so embarrassing!”
Zuo Shihuan hurriedly said, “How could it be? I wouldn’t laugh at you. It’s not embarrassing at all.”
Gu Heng narrowed his eyes, pressed his lips together unhappily, and said, “No—”
Zuo Shihuan still wasn’t willing to give up and coaxed him, “Just cry a little bit. I really won’t laugh at you.”
Gu Heng looked surprised, yet still stubbornly insisted, “No way. If you remember what I look like crying, even if it’s fake, it’s still super humiliating—”
Zuo Shihuan tugged at Gu Heng’s arm. “It won’t be. You’ve already got plenty of embarrassing images in my heart. This tiny bit doesn’t count for anything.”
Gu Heng: “Hmm??? ”
Seeing this, Zuo Shihuan lightly bit his red lips, lifted his chin, and leaned close to Gu Heng’s ear, speaking in an ambiguous, seductive tone: “If you’re willing to cry, I’ll agree to what you asked for earlier. I’ll give in to you in everything… as long as you don’t go too far. In return, you also have to agree to one request of mine.”
Gu Heng’s gaze darkened, temptation making his Adam’s apple roll as he asked, “What request?”
Zuo Shihuan ambiguously caressed Gu Heng’s dignified, handsome face. The light brown in his eyes gradually deepened into shadow, an invasive possessiveness surging forth, as though appraising prey. One charming dimple curved as he smiled lightly and said, “You have to cry on the bed.”
Gu Heng’s pupils shrank abruptly. He quickly reacted and responded with a flirtatious smile of his own, leaning close to Zuo Shihuan’s face, as if only a hair’s breadth away from a zero-distance kiss.
His eyes were extremely deep as he raised a brow and smiled. “Fine. Let’s go back to the room.”
—If you can manage it, don’t let the one crying on the bed be you.
***
In the bedroom.
The warm-toned lighting was dim and intimate.
In an instant, golden-orange flowers lay at the bedside. Falling petals scattered onto the deep blue, soft bed, drifting down over the two people sunk into it.
So quiet that only their breathing and heartbeats could be heard.
“Look at me.”
Gu Heng’s deep eyes seemed to draw one in. Fingers interlaced tightly with Zuo Shihuan’s hands, he leaned down, forceful yet deeply affectionate, locking eyes with Zuo Shihuan as his magnetic, husky voice said lowly.
Zuo Shihuan looked back hoarsely, his chest trembling and rising, as though anxious and nervous about what was about to happen.
“Don’t be afraid. You never have to be afraid of me.”
Gu Heng gently caressed Zuo Shihuan’s slightly pale cheek, soothingly kissing him, his burning hand gradually moving downward, igniting every place it touched.
Waves of sensitive shivers followed.
Making the shy lover turn his face aside, burying himself into the soft bedding, ears burning red, unable to suppress the soft, restrained muffled sounds escaping him.
A gentle touch beneath, trembling without end.
His chin was gripped by a forceful hand and turned back, revealing eyes filled with springlike moisture, bitten red lips, flushed with emotion and irresistibly enticing…
Gu Heng’s gaze darkened to the extreme. He paused slightly in his soothing, opening motions, seemingly gentle yet secretly forceful as he pinched Zuo Shihuan’s chin.
And kissed him deeply.
After a long while.
Gu Heng appeared calm and indulgent as he released Zuo Shihuan who had nearly been kissed breathless letting him lie on the spacious bed, chest heaving violently as he gasped for air…
Those light brown eyes, brimming with desire, were unfocused and dazed. The lifted bath towel could no longer hide anything, fair, clean skin covered everywhere with ambiguous, sucking kiss marks, and a flushed body trembling with emotion.
“Shihuan, look at me.”
Gu Heng’s eyes darkened as he firmly gripped Zuo Shihuan’s chin, forcing his unfocused gaze back onto him once more.
Desire surged upward.
“Look at me—”
Gu Heng’s eyes were dark to the extreme, filled with possessiveness. The rising heat of his desire scalded Zuo Shihuan, making him instinctively try to dodge, only to be clamped at the waist even more forcefully.
No looking away allowed.
He was permitted to look at no one else but him.
Left with no choice, Zuo Shihuan slightly lifted his head. His light brown eyes, hazy with desire, were full of tears, his entire vision occupied by Gu Heng’s face as he nervously and tremblingly bit his lower lip.
“Good… just look at me like this…”
—As I enter you.
A sharp glint flashed through Gu Heng’s eyes. Gripping Zuo Shihuan’s trembling slender waist, he once again appeared gentle, kissing his lips delicately, soothing Zuo Shihuan’s tense body and helping the lover beneath him relax.
But at the moment he truly relaxed—
He seized the opportunity.
Forceful yet gentle, he embraced him…
Zuo Shihuan’s face filled with panic in an instant. He couldn’t help but arch his head back, body slightly curling as he tightly grasped Gu Heng’s solid, powerful arms, trembling nonstop, biting down on lips that were gradually turning pale as large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Gu Heng was struggling just as much, teeth clenched, veins standing out on his forehead.
Even though he had fully prepared and stretched him beforehand, it couldn’t change how unusually tight and fragile that inexperienced body was, so much so that he nearly lost control.
Still, Gu Heng desperately restrained himself, forcing out a gentle, reassuring smile as he said,
“Don’t be afraid. Relax. Just leave everything to me.”
Not daring to make the slightest reckless move.
He stopped there.
Just like that.
Gu Heng slowly bent down, gently kissing Zuo Shihuan’s cheek, the beads of sweat on his forehead, nudging open the pale lips that were being bitten, tenderly and meticulously caressing him…
Until Zuo Shihuan recovered, and the color of his lips returned to a healthy red.
Nervous yet shy, he nodded toward Gu Heng, then wrapped his arms around Gu Heng’s neck as if mustering courage, taking the initiative to kiss Gu Heng once.
Gu Heng’s gaze flickered, and he broke into a smile at once.
Continuing with what came next.
***
Late at night.
Cold rain slid down outside the floor-to-ceiling window, yet it could not cool even the slightest bit of the surging heat inside the room.
Fingers clutched the edge of the bed.
Broken, heavy gasps, low sobbing sounds.
A face covered in tears that would not stop, light brown eyes brimming with springlike moisture, large tears falling as if the string had snapped, dropping onto the deep blue bedsheets, the cries growing louder again and again.
Golden-orange petals were crushed and kneaded apart, flower juice staining the entire deep blue bed, gradually releasing a rich scent like fermented apple wine: mature, overripe, intoxicatingly sweet, spreading everywhere…
Hooking someone’s body and soul.
Even the gland where Gu Heng had applied a suppressant could not restrain the Alpha’s instinctive surge of heat, breaking straight through the barrier of the medication.
Cold, sharp whisky-like liquor pheromones, carrying the aloof chill of an iceberg, now burst free, truly like an iceberg sprayed with burning alcohol.
So scorching it felt as though even the last breath would be ignited.
Burned to ashes.
Forceful to the point of possession.
Seizing the lips.
Gu Heng’s eyes darkened. He reached out to wipe away the tears at his lover’s eye corners, curling his lips into a smile as he said, “Shihuan, didn’t you want me to cry on the bed? A few more times, put in a bit more effort and you can make it happen.”
Zuo Shihuan’s eyes shimmered with moisture. He was already biting his lips; repeated waves of kissing and pleasure had drained him of any remaining strength, and he cried until his voice was hoarse, unable to speak.
Even being teased and mocked like this by Gu Heng, Zuo Shihuan could only gather the slightest bit of strength left and glare at Gu Heng without any real threat.
His waist immediately softened, reddened eye corners shedding tears nonstop.
Which Gu Heng kept kissing away.
Taking whatever he wanted in his arms.
Embracing and kissing again and again…
Awake all night.
