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The smell of smoke rushed into his nose, followed by Ye Xingzhou's soft and slippery tongue invading his mouth. When his tongue was entangled, Qi Xing's mind exploded with a "bang," and his scalp felt like it was about to burst.
"Let go, um—"
He struggled violently, kicking and punching the man pressing down on him, but it was useless. Ye Xingzhou's legs firmly pinned his knees, one hand gripping his wrists and forcing them above his head, while the other hand pinched his chin, forcing him to open his mouth, making it easier for him to wreak havoc inside.
Ye Xingzhou's breath overwhelmed him, and Qi Xing had nowhere to escape. This person maliciously seized his lips and tongue, which forced him to swallow the taste that belonged to Ye Xingzhou. The wicked tongue stirred through his mouth. Grinding from the roof of his mouth down to the root of his tongue, not missing any sensitive spots.
Qi Xing was left dizzy and disoriented by the fierce and aggressive kiss, struggling and resisting, making muffled "um um" sounds but it was futile. His eyes were nearly bloodshot, only making the man above him more audacious and wicked.
The sticky sound of saliva, the collision of lips and tongues, and the heavy breaths intertwined. This kiss lasted a long time until Qi Xing's breathing became increasingly rapid, almost gasping for air and only then did Ye Xingzhou finally stop and unsteadily pulled back from his mouth but he didn’t move away and instead lowering his gaze to stare at Qi Xing's lips, which were ravaged and swollen and glistening with moisture for a long while without moving.
Qi Xing was still dazed. Gasping for breath with his mouth wide open, which gradually replenished the oxygen in his chest and only then did he slowly regain his composure. So he didn’t see the complex and obscure emotions in Ye Xingzhou's eyes as he looked down. The first thing he did upon regaining consciousness was to throw a punch at Ye Xingzhou's face.
His fist brushed past Ye Xingzhou's face, which he dodged.
Ye Xingzhou sat up and extinguished the cigarette in his hand and then rubbed Qi Xing's waist. When Qi Xing glared at him in anger, he pressed him down: "We already did it, and you're still so furious. Don't you think that's ridiculous?"
Qi Xing spat twice as his face flushed. The corners of his eyes were red, both came from being annoyed and resentful: "Who the hell agreed to kiss you? You took advantage of me on purpose."
Ye Xingzhou's fingers brushed over the corner of his lips, wiping away the moisture from their earlier kiss, his voice slightly hoarse: "So what if we kissed?"
Qi Xing cursed: "Are you a pervert?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Is kissing a perversion? Then what were you doing with me just now?"
Qi Xing choked.
They had done it already and besides it's just a kiss, it really wasn’t a big deal. Logically, that was true but he just felt awkward. They were just friends with benefits, why kiss? Wasn’t it disgusting to be all sticky and mushy?
"Don't you have a cleanliness obsession? Isn't kissing someone dirty?"
Ye Xingzhou replied coldly: "I don't mind you being dirty."
"You don't mind me being dirty?! How dare you look down on me?!" Qi Xing was furious, almost dying of anger. The bastard who had forced a kiss on him was now acting so nonchalant, as if kissing him was a reward.
What the hell!
When he got angry, he started to act foolishly.
He climbed up from the sofa and pushed Ye Xingzhou hard which pushed him back into the couch then straddled him and grabbed Ye Xingzhou's hair and kissed him.
It couldn't be called a kiss as it was more like a fight in this manner.
Qi Xing's way of kissing was purely aggressive and venting his frustration. Even deliberately biting Ye Xingzhou's lips and tongue and applying heavy pressure and refusing to let go.
Ye Xingzhou wasn’t angry. He leaned against the back of the sofa and placed a hand on Qi Xing's lower back.
Leisurely patting him, as if teasing a cat.
This kid was still completely naked and kneeling on him in this kind of position.
Completely unaware of the danger.
Tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, Qi Xing frowned and finally pulled back. He spit twice then met Ye Xingzhou's gaze. Even if his breathing was unsteady, he still hissed: "What are you looking at?"
Ye Xingzhou slowly licked his tongue. His lips and tongue were bitten and bleeding by this little wildcat.
It hurt but he didn’t care at all.
Qi Xing saw his nonchalant, lewd expression and felt particularly displeased: "Next time, don’t kiss me casually."
Ye Xingzhou: "So if it’s not casual, can I kiss you?"
Qi Xing: "…You still say you’re not secretly in love with me. If you’re not, why kiss me? Are you sick?"
"You just kissed me too," Ye Xingzhou reminded him.
Qi Xing's brows furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly: "Do you have any shame? Who did it first? Tell me the truth, are you secretly in love with me or not?"
Ye Xingzhou remained silent, his palm still slowly rubbing Qi Xing's lower back.
Qi Xing felt uneasy under his gaze and instinctively changed the subject: "Forget it, maybe you shouldn’t say anything."
"Kissing is also a way to stimulate physiological desires and release hormones," Ye Xingzhou's fingers grazed his sensitive lower back, "You’re the one overthinking it."
Qi Xing wanted to avoid this beast's hand, but he was the one who had taken the initiative to sit on him, essentially throwing himself into his arms.
Being mocked by Ye Xingzhou with just a few words, Qi Xing felt a mix of embarrassment and anger: "You better not be."
Ye Xingzhou hooked one of his legs around his waist: "Since you still have the energy to think wildly, let’s do it again."
Qi Xing: "You bastard…"
The rest of his words turned into a gasp.
…………
It was well past midnight when they finally finished. Qi Xing went to take a shower but his stomach growled with hunger. When he came out, he raised his chin at Ye Xingzhou: "I want to eat."
Ye Xingzhou was smoking, his gaze drifting over: "The chef is off duty."
"You cook, or order takeout. Anyway, this is your house, figure it out," Qi Xing ordered him with confidence.
Ye Xingzhou shook off the ash from his cigarette, seemingly amused and turned to go into the kitchen.
Qi Xing followed him.
Ye Xingzhou opened the fridge to get ingredients, still holding a cigarette in his mouth. Qi Xing saw this and reached out to snatch it, taking a couple of puffs before deliberately blowing the smoke in Ye Xingzhou's face when he turned around.
Ye Xingzhou's expression remained unchanged as he looked at him: "Is it fun?"
Qi Xing pouted, extinguishing the cigarette and tossing it aside: "It stinks. I don’t know what you find interesting about smoking every day."
He seemed to have forgotten that he had asked for a cigarette to cover up his nervousness when he first entered.
Ye Xingzhou ignored him and simply made two bowls of pasta. Although Qi Xing found it unappetizing, he still sat down at the dining table. After all, he hadn’t eaten much at the birthday banquet that night, and he had expended a lot of energy, so he was indeed hungry.
While eating, he was restless and occasionally kicked Ye Xingzhou under the table. Retaliating for how harshly he had treated him earlier and accusing him of why he was still feeling uncomfortable.
Ye Xingzhou's hand reached over, pressing down on Qi Xing's leg when he lifted his foot again and squeezed his calf lightly. Hearing Qi Xing's sharp intake of breath, he slowly released his grip, calmly saying: "Do you know what your behavior right now is called?"
Qi Xing: "...?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Unfulfilled desires and deliberately flirting."
The mockery in his eyes was evident. Qi Xing kicked him hard then pulled his leg back.
If he kept this up, his butt would really explode.
Unfulfilled desires, my ass.
After finishing about half a bowl of pasta, Qi Xing was nearly full and started to make small talk as he recalled the gossip he had heard at the birthday banquet that night then asked Ye Xingzhou about it: "I heard your cousin had a car accident and is paralyzed? Is that true?"
Ye Xingzhou, who was casually picking at his pasta, raised his eyes to look at him. His gaze slightly darker: "Curious?"
Upon meeting that gaze, Qi Xing's heart skipped a beat: "…You didn’t do anything to him, did you?"
Ye Xingzhou's expression was disdainful, seemingly unconcerned.
Qi Xing realized he was tacitly admitting it and widened his eyes: "Did you really do it?"
His mind turned, and he understood: "So that group of people that day was sent by your cousin?"
Ye Xingzhou didn’t want to elaborate: "I just recently learned about it."
Qi Xing caught on, clicking his tongue: "So it really was your own mess that you brought upon yourself, and it has nothing to do with me. I’m completely dragged into this; do you have the nerve to still blame me?"
Ye Xingzhou: "You brought it upon yourself."
"…" Qi Xing was annoyed; that bastard always used this line to shut him down.
But speaking of it, this guy hadn’t lost anything; he had just been limping for a few days, and he had actually left his cousin truly paralyzed. The things that cousin had done were almost the same as what he had originally planned to do…?
Thinking of this, Qi Xing's gaze drifted, and he finally felt a bit guilty.
Ye Xingzhou saw right through him: "Are you scared?"
Qi Xing lowered his head, finishing the pasta in his bowl, putting down his chopsticks and wiping his mouth: "I’m full. I’m leaving."
Just as he stood up, Ye Xingzhou reached out and pulled him back down.
"Really scared?"
Qi Xing scoffed, pulling his hand back: "I’m not afraid of you."
He had indeed felt a bit intimidated just now, but it only lasted a few minutes. He thought that since Ye Xingzhou hadn’t left him paralyzed, what was there to be afraid of?
"I want to go home. Either you drive me, or lend me your car. I’ll return it in a couple of days. I don’t want your car as I can’t explain it to my dad."
Seeing Ye Xingzhou staring at him in silence, Qi Xing felt a bit uneasy and forced a smile, "It’s so late, Brother Ye, please let me go."
"Brother Ye again?" Ye Xingzhou's eyes sparkled with interest, "You’re quite sweet-tongued when you’re feeling guilty."
Qi Xing thought to himself that this was called being adaptable: "Why are you so annoying? Are you going to let me go or not?"
"When did I say you could leave?" Ye Xingzhou reminded him, "If we’re talking about offending me, what you did with my cousin is pretty similar."
Qi Xing's expression changed: "You already talked with my dad about this; are you trying to go back on your words?"
Ye Xingzhou: "Do you really believe the words of a perverted lunatic?"
Qi Xing wished he could fight him again, taking a deep breath: "So what do you want?"
Ye Xingzhou reached out, hooking his waist and pulling him closer. Qi Xing, caught off guard, fell onto his lap and Ye Xingzhou's hands encircled his waist.
"Get away from me, I’m not doing it anymore." Qi Xing frowned and pushed him.
Ye Xingzhou held his hands down: "I want to."
"You’re the one with unfulfilled desires, you beast," Qi Xing cursed, bargaining with Ye Xingzhou, "We can do it but if you let me go then this matter will be forgotten and you’re not allowed to bring it up again."
Ye Xingzhou: "Aren’t you afraid I won’t keep my word?"
Qi Xing gripped his phone: "I’ll record it right now."
But for a perverted lunatic, recording wouldn’t be of any use.
Ye Xingzhou didn’t say this out loud.
Feeling his sensitive waist being pinched, Qi Xing let out a muffled sound and his phone fell to the ground but he quickly forgot about it.