Chapter 102
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As soon as he entered the bathroom, Lou Yan’s eyes subtly scanned the ground and quickly found the two syringes rolling together in the corner.
His eyes flickered, and he hurried over to pick them up. But just as he bent down, Fu Xuezhou walked in, a playful smirk on his face. “What are you doing?”
Lou Yan’s outstretched hand paused, tossing the prison guard uniform and mask he was holding onto the syringes. He naturally shifted his hand to his pants, his tone impatient as he coldly said, “Taking off my pants.”
To avoid Fu Xuezhou discovering the syringes hidden beneath the prison guard uniform, Lou Yan seemingly casually took two steps to the left, away from where the syringes were hidden. He even went so far as to divert Fu Xuezhou’s attention with himself as bait, swiftly and decisively removing his pants and calmly stepping out.
He wasn’t the least bit shy about being bare-legged; after all, he had already been naked in front of Fu Xuezhou once. Besides, being bare-legged wasn’t a big deal for a man, especially since Lou Yan had voluntarily taken off his clothes this time. So, he didn’t feel the anger he felt when Fu Xuezhou forcefully pulled down his pants last time.
His two long legs were calmly exposed before Fu Xuezhou’s eyes. Lou Yan had a good body proportion, with a slim waist and long legs. He was a frequent visitor to the gym, and his leg muscles had beautiful and powerful lines. From thighs to calves, and from calves to ankles, they were filled with firm and sexy flesh.
The gray shirt on Lou Yan’s body was not fitted; it was much looser than his physique. Without pants, the prison guard uniform barely covered Lou Yan’s buttocks, just covering his damp underwear sticking to his skin.
Fu Xuezhou watched his every move, his gaze pausing on Lou Yan’s legs for a moment, his voice deep as he said, “Keep going.”
Keep going?
Lou Yan almost laughed out loud. Was Fu Xuezhou telling him to continue undressing?
He paused his actions, looking at Fu Xuezhou with a wry smile. “Continue what?”
Fu Xuezhou stepped closer, lowering his head to meet Lou Yan’s gaze. The pressure in his eyes was strong, his tone indifferent, as if discussing something unrelated to romance, yet the content he uttered was at odds with his demeanor: “Continue undressing.”
Lou Yan glanced at the prison guard uniform and syringes, then glanced at the curtain door behind Fu Xuezhou. Suddenly, he chuckled and leaned back against the wall, raising his hands slightly. Like an emperor enjoying the service of his concubines, he ordered Fu Xuezhou in a high-handed manner as if giving him a reward, “You come and help me undress.”
Fu Xuezhou felt like he had misheard. He squinted, “What did you say?”
Lou Yan raised his hands higher, whether intentionally or inadvertently, as his arms lifted, the prison uniform on his upper body was pulled up, revealing the covered underwear underneath.
He tilted his chin towards Fu Xuezhou, a smirk playing on his lips, his arrogant demeanor at this moment adding an indescribable allure to his image. “Are you deaf? I said come over and help me take this off.”
“Fu Xuezhou,” Lou Yan looked Fu Xuezhou up and down with a mocking gaze, “You want to be with me but can’t even handle this little task. You might as well lie down and let me take charge.”
The displeasure and simmering anger in his words were evident, even to Fu Xuezhou.
Although Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou had never explicitly stated it, given the ghost marriage seal imprinted on their bodies, they both understood that if they were to act to dissolve the ghost marriage contract, one would be the bearer while the other would be the aggressor taking advantage.
Clearly, Lou Yan had drawn the short straw. As soon as Fu Xuezhou stepped into the red coffin that night, he became the unlucky “ghost bride.” However, being the “ghost bride” did not mean he was weaker than the “ghost groom.” In fact, in terms of eerie terror, the “ghost bride” was scarier than the “ghost groom.” It’s just that in the matter of “marital” relations, the ghost marriage contract imprinted on them still adhered to the traditional notion that the “ghost groom” would be the one “on top” of the “ghost bride.”
From the moment he was burdened with a ghost marriage contract, Lou Yan vaguely understood this fact. He didn’t want to accept it and had even tried to pretend to ignore the truth, but deep down, he knew: if he forced himself onto Fu Xuezhou, it wouldn’t have any effect on lifting the ghost marriage contract.
To dissolve the ghost marriage contract, only Fu Xuezhou topping him would work.
Lou Yan was disgusted by this outcome, feeling that this ghost marriage contract was so d*mn unfair.
But expecting fairness from the anomaly was a joke in itself.
If Lou Yan were the one in control, he wouldn’t have been so averse to having relations with Fu Xuezhou. To survive, and to prevent the two of them from becoming “ghost bride” and “ghost groom” after death, Lou Yan might have done what Fu Xuezhou was now doing to him, forcing Fu Xuezhou to bed to dissolve the ghost marriage contract.
But the reality was that Lou Yan was the unlucky one being oppressed, which was the real reason why he resisted Fu Xuezhou’s advances.
Lou Yan knew that sooner or later, he would indeed make love to Fu Xuezhou.
Just as Fu Xuezhou said, he wanted to live, and Fu Xuezhou didn’t want to die. Especially with the premise that they would become anomalies after death due to the ghost marriage contract, Lou Yan couldn’t even think about dragging Fu Xuezhou along to die with him.
Even if Lou Yan could pass through the amusement park, enter the eighth level, and get a promised wish from the Anomaly Lord… Lou Yan would still choose to ask the Anomaly Lord how to delay the revival of the anomaly in his body. He would inquire why the anomaly appeared on Earth, and even ask how to end the Anomaly Resurgence, even if he might not get answers. He wouldn’t wish for the Anomaly Lord to lift the ghost marriage contract within his body.
The reason was simple: there were ways to solve the ghost marriage contract currently, and Lou Yan didn’t want to waste his precious wish on a known problem.
So no matter how you looked at it, Lou Yan clearly understood: making love with Fu Xuezhou was an inevitable outcome.
But even though Lou Yan knew, even though he understood rationally, he didn’t want to accept being topped by Fu Xuezhou.
After all, Duan Zege had divined that there were three months to delay the ghost marriage contract. Why should Lou Yan submit to Fu Xuezhou’s demand for a week’s time, allowing Fu Xuezhou to top him within that week?
What right did Fu Xuezhou have to command him?
What right did he have to control him?
Lou Yan could accept making love with Fu Xuezhou, but he had to be the true controller.
How to do it, where to do it, for how long, in what position, how many times, where Fu Xuezhou could touch him… all of these had to be decided by Lou Yan for him to reluctantly consent.
But obviously, Lou Yan was a strong-willed person, and Fu Xuezhou was not a weakling who would allow himself to be controlled by others.
They were both stubborn and authoritative, like two hard and sharp stones colliding with all their might. The most probable outcome was mutual destruction.
Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou knew this very well.
They also knew that neither of them would surrender, nor would they be the first to bow down. They could only clash head-on, to see whether the east wind would prevail over the west wind, or if it would be the other way around.
This contest couldn’t rely on the opponent to lose first; they could only hope to win first. If they lost, they could blame no one but themselves for their incompetence.
Lou Yan and Fu Xuezhou locked eyes, neither of them speaking, but it felt like everything had been said. Lou Yan maintained his relaxed posture, smiling at Fu Xuezhou, while Fu Xuezhou stood still for a moment before finally stepping towards Lou Yan.
Step by step, within just three steps’ distance, Fu Xuezhou reached Lou Yan.
Lou Yan’s posture became even more relaxed as he raised an eyebrow at Fu Xuezhou.
Fu Xuezhou expressionlessly lifted his hands and placed them on the hem of Lou Yan’s waist, lifting Lou Yan’s clothes.
Lou Yan’s waist, with its thin layer of muscles, was exposed, and the feeling of personally undressing Lou Yan was quite different from watching Lou Yan undress himself earlier. Fu Xuezhou’s movements paused for a moment before he continued slowly and leisurely.
His fingers inevitably touched Lou Yan’s skin, and it was hard to tell if it was deliberate or accidental. The two bodies were extremely close, and there was no sound in the bathroom, not even the sound of running water that had served as background noise before. All that could be heard were their breathing, and the fast and slow beats of their hearts.
Their intimate contact caused the ghost marriage contract on their backs to visibly heat up. Fu Xuezhou lowered his gaze, and his fingers touched the ghost marriage contract tattoo on Lou Yan’s back. His fingertips could clearly feel the heat emanating from the tattoo.
Perhaps it was because Fu Xuezhou was already emotionally stirred, or perhaps it was because the previous fevers had accumulated the effects of the ghost marriage contract to a certain extent, this time, the heat emitted by the ghost marriage contract tattoo was fierce and intense. As the temperature increased with the ghost marriage contract, an inexplicable feeling of suffocation and dizziness assaulted their bodies abnormally.
Despite the absence of hot water pouring over them or the steam making it hard to breathe, Lou Yan’s breath became rapid. He frowned uncomfortably, moisture appearing in his eyes, and an abnormal flush rising on his face.
Something was wrong…
The ghost marriage contract was acting up.
Lou Yan noticed that his heartbeat was abnormal. He gritted his teeth to suppress the itching sensation in his throat, trying to stay alert as he looked up at Fu Xuezhou to see how much he was affected. But he saw Fu Xuezhou’s expression remained indifferent, still calmly undressing him, as if he felt nothing.
But something below touched Lou Yan’s abdomen and twitched twice.
Lou Yan inwardly scorned Fu Xuezhou’s false saintly facade, while fine sweat beaded on his forehead. He couldn’t help but exhale a breath.
No, he couldn’t delay this any longer.
The situation they were in right now was too dangerous; it was as if the ghost marriage contract had drugged them. Lou Yan didn’t dare to gamble on what would happen next.
Lou Yan pinched his thigh, using the pain to suppress those restless urges.
After coming to his senses, Lou Yan’s face pretended to still be in a dazed state, as if his mind was affected by the ghost marriage contract and he wasn’t fully awake. Suddenly, he raised his hands and placed them on Fu Xuezhou’s neck. Leaning his face forward, it seemed as if he was in a confused and infatuated state, intending to kiss Fu Xuezhou.
The breath was scorching, and the scent of shower gel became ambiguously enticing. Fu Xuezhou stopped his movements, lowering his gaze to Lou Yan’s face, which was getting closer.
The lips of the black-haired prisoner were slightly parted, unlike Fu Xuezhou’s lips, which carried a hint of coldness. Instead, they were plump and soft, full of seduction.
Fu Xuezhou rarely looked at Lou Yan’s face from such a close distance.
Lou Yan’s personality was flamboyant and domineering, and his appearance reflected the same sharpness. Black eyebrows, red lips, a high nose bridge, and affectionate yet ruthless peach blossom eyes, like a poisonous snake with colorful scales.
As beautiful as the exterior appeared, the danger lurked beneath.
Just like now.
Fu Xuezhou chuckled lightly, reaching out to grasp Lou Yan’s right hand that was placed on the back of his neck, lifting it up. Almost simultaneously, a sharp crack split open in the palm of Lou Yan’s right hand, and sharp, icy-white bone spurs viciously emerged from the crack.
If Fu Xuezhou hadn’t reacted quickly enough, his neck would have been pierced by Lou Yan’s bone spikes by now.
Lou Yan opened his eyes, staring coldly at Fu Xuezhou, who had evaded his attack. All the deliberate expressions on his face turned expressionless in that instant.
Fu Xuezhou pinched the lower half of Lou Yan’s face, pressing him against the wall. The silver-haired man bent down, leaning closer to Lou Yan’s face, his silver hair swaying between their bodies.
Fu Xuezhou said calmly, “The game is over.”
With that, he leaned forward slightly, and his cold lips pressed against Lou Yan’s.
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