Lovely Allergen - Chap 77

Song Yu liked teasing Yue Zhishi since they’d been children, because Yue Zhishi was pure, docile and unequivocally believed in him.

No matter what he requested Yue Zhishi to do, Yue Zhishi would do it extremely happily and would even think being able to do something for him was an incomparable joy. When Song Yu realised this, he intentionally restrained his desire to ask for more — even though he truly longed to do so.

He frequently worried over Yue Zhishi using such a pure heart to treat just anyone. Whenever he thought of that possibility, Song Yu became irritated, even agonised.

Yue Zhishi had been born with a beautiful face that made people willing to get close to him and protect him; it lured you into intriguing, fanciful thoughts, yet it found any such conduct disgraceful. When he had been younger and secretly in love with Yue Zhishi, Song Yu had often felt anxious because of Yue Zhishi’s displayed attachment to his older brother. If there was no way he could possess him, then Song Yu would rather Yue Zhishi never smile at him, never appear in front of him; he would rather they live like two completely unfamiliar strangers — and leave him a dignified way out.

He’d even gone as far to tell himself gloomily during sleepless nights: Yue Zhishi was actually a trap pretending to be innocent. The reliance, desire to please and warmth he displayed weren’t targeted to anyone at all, and anyone who met him could also gain the illusion of being worshipped and loved. Wave after wave, everyone jumped in and was confined, just like him.

On one hand, to an insane degree, he wanted to possess him; on the other hand, he kept continuously persuading himself to set Yue Zhishi free. For so many years, Song Yu’s feelings had been so isolated from each other.

And Yue Zhishi knew nothing of it.

“I don’t know…” Yue Zhishi practically breathed out his answer to Song Yu’s question. He didn’t know if his reaction was because he was feeling guilty for lying, or because he was nervous.

He was clean like a piece of white paper. Any small movement from Song Yu could ramp up his temperature until he could be set on fire — the lightest touch, and he’d ignite.

Hearing Song Yu’s question, Yue Zhishi inevitably had to think about that intimate couple and think about what they might be doing. But to be honest, he’d already forgotten how they looked — all of the ardent and feverish visions in his mind contained only his and Song Yu’s figures.

They were overly close, the tips of their noses balanced against each other. The clean, pleasant-smelling fragrance on Song Yu’s body bewitched Yue Zhishi and made him lean in closer; it was like a lure that was always guaranteed to succeed. His breathing grew uncontrollably heavier, and having not been able to wait for Song Yu’s kiss, he couldn’t help but press himself against Song Yu, attempting to fit their lips together.

But Song Yu backed away.

Confusion and the smallest bit of frustration appeared in Yue Zhishi’s eyes.

“Answer my question.” Song Yu stared at his eyes, voice exceptionally calm.

Understanding that his intentionally vague answer didn’t succeed, Yue Zhishi’s eyelashes lowered before he lifted his eyes to look at Song Yu and said, faltering, “…doing adult things.”

There was some amusement in Song Yu’s deep eyes. He raised a hand, his eyes falling to Yue Zhishi’s lips, and crooked his knuckle to lightly scrape at Yue Zhishi’s Adam’s apple.

“What about you?”

Yue Zhishi opened his mouth, his heart about to surge out of his chest. Song Yu’s hand stretched around his throat, the strength of it very light — the web between his thumb and index finger caught onto the side of his throat, and the pad of his thumb gently rubbed against Yue Zhishi’s soft skin. “Do you want to?”

“Mn.” Yue Zhishi frankly admitted his own desire, easing over to press his lips against Song Yu’s; this time, Song Yu didn’t back away. The moment their lips merged together, Yue Zhishi’s body faintly shivered. His hands went around Song Yu’s neck by themselves, and he lowered his head, wanting to press himself even closer.

He’d eaten a piece of grapefruit flavoured candy earlier when they were waiting at the front reception desk, and it was now completely melted away. The residual sweet taste and pink colouring stained the tip of his tongue, and he used it to carefully, cautiously lick, trying to enter deeper. He didn’t feel any resistance from Song Yu, so his tongue became a bit braver and touched the tip of Song Yu’s tongue.

Waves flowed in at the meeting of soft and damp flesh; the flavour of candy must be shared between lovers.

Song Yu allowed Yue Zhishi to unskilfully kiss him and stroked Yue Zhishi’s nape in encouragement. His other hand opened the lower buttons on Yue Zhishi’s shirt, unfastening only three, and reached inside, gently brushing over the side of Yue Zhishi’s delicate and soft waist.

“How is your waist so thin…” Song Yu murmured in between their lips. His voice was low and deep, but his hand kept gliding upwards, pushing that white shirt up to Yue Zhishi’s ribs.

Even though he was skinny, Yue Zhishi still felt supple and pliant in his hands — it was a wonderful sensation.

Song Yu’s thumb reached the already hardened nibs on his chest. Yue Zhishi twitched away, releasing a very indistinct moan.

Song Yu hadn’t touched this area before. Even during their previous intimacy, he had only pressed kisses into Yue Zhishi’s skin, leaving behind some marks, but Yue Zhishi was even more sensitive than he’d imagined — he was helpless at these feelings. And yet he wanted to please Song Yu, just like the first time he’d taken Song Yu into his mouth.

Yue Zhishi’s kiss became more needy, having gotten used to kissing with his tongue. Except the feeling of suffocation remained, especially when Song Yu’s right hand was still wrapped around his throat as though that was the reason for his lack of air. The arteries in his neck pulsed actively as they kissed, steadily and continuously delivering warm blood under the pounding of his heart. Song Yu grasped it all in his hand.

With only the fondling of Song Yu’s hand, Yue Zhishi was already hard.

His body started to weaken, and he sporadically called out gege during their long, wet kiss. He pitched entirely into Song Yu’s arms.

Song Yu pulled away his lips and tongue and gave him a very affectionate kiss on his nose. He smoothed a hand down Yue Zhishi’s shuddering back like he was comforting him, but his movement had the opposite effect on Yue Zhishi.

“Gege…” Yue Zhishi’s light-coloured eyes were moist and very wide, and like a small animal’s nose, his nose that’d just been kissed was also damp. He leaned over, rubbing his lips against the corner of Song Yu’s mouth like he was trying to coax him. “Can we do it?”

The answer he received was a dizzying, whirling embrace. Yue Zhishi was picked up, an arm under his legs and another around his back, and the ceiling’s multicoloured sparks of light shined on him the entire way out of the bathroom until he was placed onto a soft bed. His pair of legs were half resting on the windowsill, and he felt faint and giddy from the glare of the room’s overhead light.

“I should be asking a question like that.” Song Yu stood by the bed and bent forward, the shadow of his body enveloping Yue Zhishi entirely.

His kiss arrived like heavy rain, smooth, wet lips and tongues tangling together. Yue Zhishi couldn’t think, and he didn’t know how the buttons on his shirt were undone — his pale, almost glowing chest was revealed, and Song Yu’s long and slender fingers played with his pink, flushing nipples.

He started to find it hard to breathe, letting out uncontainable whimpers as they kissed. Freeing him somewhat, Song Yu allowed Yue Zhishi to smoothly pull in air while he himself lowered his head, his lips caressing from Yue Zhishi’s earlobe to the side of his neck. He continued all the way down to Yue Zhishi’s chest, and everywhere on the pale skin seemed to turn pink.

Yue Zhishi had never experienced something like this before, where he was delighted at even unbearable suffering.

He hazily raised his chest, as though wanting to feed his nipples into Song Yu’s mouth, but Song Yu didn’t pause for long and trailed downwards until his mouth reached the edge of his pants.

Feeling Song Yu was about to do something, Yue Zhishi slightly shrunk backwards onto the bed, but Song Yu grabbed his knees and pulled him back down.

“Why are you running?” Song Yu deftly opened Yue Zhishi’s pants. The white cotton underwear was already stained, and Yue Zhishi reached out a hand to cover it — but Song Yu forcefully caught his wrist. With his head lowered, he kissed Yue Zhishi’s cock through his underwear and asked as a reminder, “And yet you weren’t afraid when you were doing this yourself?”

Yue Zhishi was panting, and he blocked his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling his underwear being pulled down.

The instant his cock was swallowed, his entire body shook; the sensations openly charged straight towards his cerebral cortex, and it made him feel insecure. He reached out, wanting to touch Song Yu, and both of his hands ended up being controlled — he became a robot that could only import pleasure.

“Gege… gege…” The mouth that could always kiss him until he was about to suffocate was currently devouring a part of his body, that moist space extracting out his desire.

Yue Zhishi’s scalp tingled every time he felt himself going in deep, but the higher his desire was fanned, the less he was able to be without Song Yu’s embrace. So in the midst of his gasps, he continuously moaned, “I can’t… hold me, I want you to hold me… please, gege, hold me…”

Song Yu was half kneeling on the carpet and wasn’t planning on getting up, but Yue Zhishi’s voice sounded too pitiful — it was originally a good opportunity to tease him, but in the end, he wasn’t able to harden his heart. Pulling away, he sucked Yue Zhishi’s balls and the skin between them in a particularly lewd way; he left behind a deeply red mark, and then he took off Yue Zhishi’s white canvas shoes for him before standing back up.

Yue Zhishi blinked open his eyes in a daze. Song Yu was standing with his back against the light, and he was still clean and orderly in his black shirt and dress pants. It would be believable if someone said he was about to participate in a conference — but in reality, he was making love, and even extremely aggressively.

He came up and pressed onto Yue Zhishi, his left hand seizing Yue Zhishi’s lower jaw. He forced Yue Zhishi to kiss him with an open mouth, his tongue plundering and licking inside like a kiss from a pornographic film. Yue Zhishi was given what he wanted — he wrapped his arms around Song Yu, his snow white hands leaving behind scratch marks on Song Yu’s shirt. His breathing had only marginally recovered when Song Yu once again caught his cock.

Song Yu was kissing him so lustfully, so erotically while moving his hand up and down his cock — Yue Zhishi nearly drowned under Song Yu’s body, filled with all those sensations.

Sometimes, Song Yu really enjoyed how Yue Zhishi looked with his air as thin as a gossamer thread; he enjoyed watching him turn red in the face, on the verge of suffocating, and then rescuing and kissing him like a vulgar hero.

“Ge… ge… I…” Yue Zhishi pretty much couldn’t say any continuous words anymore, only able to push out single syllables. His hands tightly clutched onto Song Yu’s back, and his snow white knuckles were touched with pink from using too much force, as if they were going to shred through the black cloth in the next second.

But they didn’t. In the next second, his fingers abruptly slackened — because he came.

He came onto Song Yu’s dress pants, his body unable to stop trembling, but Song Yu didn’t stop moving his hand. Song Yu didn’t stop until translucent cum completely trickled over his fingers and hand, and nothing else came out from the opening of that pink flesh.

Getting up slightly, he smeared the cum on his hand onto Yue Zhishi’s face, as well as those full lips gently swollen from kissing.

“Yue Zhishi, you came everywhere.” His voice sounded a bit stern, as though he was blaming him. Those fingers coated with fluid were firmly pushed into Yue Zhishi’s mouth, and they slowly thrust in and out, pressing against Yue Zhishi’s tongue like they were simulating a blowjob. In a commanding voice, Song Yu said, “Lick them clean.”

“Mm….” Yue Zhishi was extraordinarily docile after coming, and he licked Song Yu’s slender fingers. He sucked them with as much effort as he would a piece of candy, from one finger to two, spit dribbling out of the corner of his mouth without him realising.

He didn’t know when Song Yu pulled out his hand, a glittering thread following after it.

“Still want to continue?” Even though he could’ve naturally carried on, Song Yu still asked.

Torrential rain was once again pouring outside, and raindrops beat onto the ceiling to floor glass so high up in the air. The transparency, the suspension in midair — it was as though they were committing illicit sexual relations in the rain.

“Yes.” Yue Zhishi nodded in the midst of his pants. He wasn’t satisfied with this kind of comfort; he needed a deeper union. He knew what that was.

Whenever Yue Zhishi touched himself while thinking of Song Yu, he had already done it countless amount of times with Song Yu within his murky imagination.

With his consciousness fuzzy from his orgasm, Yue Zhishi was stripped of his clothes. His pale skin dazzled the eyes underneath the lights, but every single joint was a pale pink colour except for a strip of purple on his knee that had yet to fade.

Song Yu stared at Yue Zhishi. He was so contradictory — beautiful yet easily injured, traces from love and sex so effortlessly left behind. It was like he had been born with a human body that needed to be protected, and yet at the same time, it was suited for being cruelly treated.

Still dazed, Yue Zhishi felt those fingers he’d just sucked suddenly reach his butt, covered by a slippery paste. He opened his eyes in a bit of a fluster, and he saw an unopened condom in between Song Yu’s teeth.

His heart raced.

One of Song Yu’s hands was rubbing Yue Zhishi’s entrance, while the other spread and held down his legs.

The image simply just didn’t match — Song Yu did the most obscene thing with his face that looked like it had no connection whatsoever with desire.

“Ge… I want a kiss…”

Song Yu’s innate nature was no different from Yue Zhishi’s; no matter how aggressive he was, his love for Yue Zhishi forever came first. He had no way of rejecting Yue Zhishi.

His teeth opened, and that condom packet fell onto Yue Zhishi’s soft belly, the jagged edges rasping against his skin.

Song Yu kissed aggressively, and so were his commands — but he treated Yue Zhishi with the utmost patience and tenderness. He continuously used his kisses to lull and console Yue Zhishi as his fingers opened him up, telling him to relax, don’t be afraid. The fingers inside gradually delved deeper in exploration, searching for the bit that could excite Yue Zhishi.

Sexual reliance was still reliance — Song Yu wanted to possess that as well.

At first, Yue Zhishi was very nervous, finding the feeling of being stretched as very strange and breathlessly begged Song Yu to enter. “Don’t do that anymore, just come in, gege…”

“You’re too tight, you won’t be able to fit me,” Song Yu said, adding in another finger. “This way it won’t hurt when we do it.”

In reality, Yue Zhishi was willing for Song Yu to hurt him. To him, any feeling Song Yu imposed on him was good.

Fingers slid in and out, the white paste melting into soft pink flesh; Yue Zhishi weakly called out Song Yu’s name, called him gege, and reached out a hand to undo Song Yu’s belt with unusual initiative. He pulled out the hard cock that was already bulging with veins, and it jumped in his hand as though it was alive.

Song Yu was kissing his neck, and he thrust a few times once he felt Yue Zhishi holding him, as though he was fucking Yue Zhishi’s hand.

A layer of sweat covered Yue Zhishi’s back. He held on, not daring to move.

“Put the condom on me.” The sound of Song Yu’s authoritative voice hovered around his ear.

“Can we not use it?” Yue Zhishi very naively requested, lying underneath Song Yu’s body. It was a request that extremely tested people’s strength of will. “We don’t have to use it…”

Song Yu felt sweat rolling down his back. “No, we have to use it.”

His voice slightly gentling, he kissed Yue Zhishi’s lower lip. “It won’t be good for you. Behave.”

Yue Zhishi lost himself in that too sweet kiss, and he turned obedient, nodding slowly twice before fumbling for the foil on his stomach.

Song Yu was holding his own cock, nudging against Yue Zhishi’s entrance with the tip of that large organ already spilling with fluid; it made Yue Zhishi unable to breathe normally, his breaths hitching.

It was very difficult for him to tear open the packaging. The lube inside dripped onto his flat belly, flowing along his waist to leak onto the bed. He said a bit weakly, “I’ve opened it…” He then searched for Song Yu’s cock, struggling — he was very unskilled with the movements, and he tried many times before barely managing to push the condom on. He fell backwards onto the pillows, breathing deeply.

He felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, sending himself under the sharp blade.

Song Yu curved over and gave him a sweet kiss like a prize. “Be a good boy and stretch out your tongue.”

As Yue Zhishi obediently gave him his tongue in a kiss, Song Yu pushed into that well-stretched entrance. Only his tip had gone in, and yet Yue Zhishi whimpered into his lips, “Big…”

Song Yu clutched his inner thighs, pressing in a bit further — Yue Zhishi was ridiculously tight, and he could feel his cock imperceptibly jerking from the squeeze.

“This is just the start.” His voice had already changed.

Yue Zhishi’s legs subconsciously wound themselves around Song Yu’s body, and one of them was caught and placed onto Song Yu’s shoulder. Song Yu pushed inside so slowly, little by little, his hand clenched onto Yue Zhishi’s narrow and pale calf. Turning his face over, he kissed Yue Zhishi’s ankle, his other hand kneading Yue Zhishi’s butt.

Once the sting from being entered gradually faded away, another kind of desire took over, and the sounds of Yue Zhishi’s light and weak voice also changed. His head started to tilt backwards, his whole face flushed, and his entire person angled in Song Yu’s direction. The curve of his arched back was mesmerising, and his naked body was utterly destroyed by pleasure, so hot it seemed to be dissolving.

He kept whispering Song Yu’s name among his unsteady gasps for air and wasn’t quite willing to say anything else. When Song Yu’s cock pushed into a certain place, Yue Zhishi suddenly called out — it was a very brief groan, and then he shook his head in distress, saying again and again he didn’t want it.

“Here?” As though he was confirming something, Song Yu roughly fucked into that direction.

The upper half of Yue Zhishi’s body nearly flew up, and he sounded tearful and very pitiful as he said, “Gege, don’t press there…”

Song Yu stroked Yue Zhishi’s face. “That’s your prostate. You’ll feel really good.” And then, he pressed Yue Zhishi’s long legs open and mercilessly rammed into that spot, fucking Yue Zhishi so deeply his body shifted upwards on the bed. Yue Zhishi’s head was practically buried into the pillows, and his voice fragmented from Song Yu’s thrusts, that softened cock bobbing again and again and hitting against Song Yu’s lower belly.

It was raining violently outside the windows, stirring up the earth. Yue Zhishi’s most sensitive place was almost smashed into pieces by Song Yu, and Yue Zhishi had an odd delusion in between his sexual pleasure and lack of oxygen. It was as though he was just an overripe persimmon being crushed by Song Yu until he no longer had a form, only a sweet and sticky red juice poured all over Song Yu’s hands.

Later, both of his legs were lifted onto Song Yu’s shoulders. His entire body was like a bent folder, compressed underneath Song Yu’s body; there was a pillow under his highly lifted waist, and Song Yu fucked his small, curled up body until Yue Zhishi could no longer speak clearly, heat and liquid gathering in his half-closed eyes.

“What did you say?” Song Yu panted, gripping Yue Zhishi’s hips, and forced him to speak.

Yue Zhishi was breathless from Song Yu’s thrusts, and he sharply coughed a few times. He felt the strength of Song Yu’s movements slightly decrease, and he struggled to speak clearly. “Gege… do, do you feel good?”

“Yes.” Song Yu’s rough pants intermingled with the sound of water, and he lowered his head to kiss Yue Zhishi’s nose and lips. “What about you? You’re so tight.”

“Mn…” Yue Zhishi’s hair was fluttering from the fierce onslaught; his eyes remained half-closed, and he foolishly smiled, using the most pure facial expression to say the most erotic words. “I feel so good from gege fucking me…”

Finding it hot, Song Yu pulled off his shirt and laid down sideways, embracing Yue Zhishi from behind. His arms slipped over to play with Yue Zhishi’s nipples, and then he pushed in again into Yue Zhishi’s body.

“Gege, I, I can’t, it’s too deep…”

“You can’t handle it anymore?” Song Yu sucked the mole on his nape. “Then why did my cock slide right in.”

“Yue Zhishi, don’t lie.”

Yue Zhishi felt like an entire field of black was right in front of his eyes. His entire body was paralysed, as though it could no longer feel anything; he could only weakly pull in insubstantial air to save himself — their current sideways position made him feel like Song Yu could completely pierce him through.

Song Yu had once used this very position to hug him to sleep, like a dependable and safe bed.

But he could also use this position to feed devastating pleasure into his body.

Yue Zhishi was all too familiar with the feeling of suffocation. He was used to not having enough air, used to experiencing the most extreme sensations in his body — even used to dying.

But the suffocation Song Yu gave him was safe: there was no need for him to endure and get used to it — he could indulge himself in it, enjoy it as much as he wanted.

“Really, it’s too deep, Song Yu, Song Yu…”

“Not calling me gege anymore?” Song Yu bit the small piece of flesh on his neck and somewhat fiercely sucked on it. “You were such a good boy when you were younger. Do you remember what you used to call me?”

Under Song Yu’s hints, Yue Zhishi thickly called out Xiao Yu gege, and he spoke them as though he was actually a child, indistinctly and without any self-control.

He was weak and fragile, very easy to control, and it tested and tortured Song Yu even more.

“You said you wanted to be Xiao Yu gege’s girlfriend. Were you speaking truthfully?” Song Yu pressed his lips against Yue Zhishi’s ear, the slap of his hips growing faster. “Or were you lying as well.”

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t.” Yue Zhishi couldn’t get enough air, arguing back for himself without conscious thought. “I wasn’t lying…”

“What a good boy. And now you are.” Song Yu grabbed Yue Zhishi’s tightly clenched hand and put it onto his own belly. Separated by a thin layer of skin and flesh, Yue Zhishi could almost feel the cock plunging in, jutting out again and again underneath his stomach. “Can you feel it?”

“Mn…” Yue Zhishi was a bit scared, and he turned his head over in shame, his eyes seeing nothing but a vast expanse. He was practically unable to see Song Yu, yet he yearned to kiss him. “Gege, kiss.”

The kiss covered his broken moans, as well as his mind nearly fucked blank by Song Yu. He heard Song Yu’s breathing grow increasingly heavier, and Song Yu fucked him into coming. He couldn’t see anything, faint and dizzy, only sensing the rain outside the window falling harder.

He felt Song Yu coming, pressing against his prostate and reluctant to finish. Song Yu left his lips on his nape for a long, long time.

Song Yu had yet to completely soften, but Yue Zhishi was truly unable to continue — his physical strength couldn’t keep up, and he couldn’t do anything except breathe in large gasps of air. The mistaken impression of being once again rescued prior to dying lingered around him, his consciousness breaking away from his flushed and weak body.

The rain ambushed the city, dragging the city into darkness. No plant was able to successfully puff for air, having been recklessly assaulted by the fierce rain; the typhoon swept in from the sea with the intention to gobble up everything and engulfed all the life within the dark city.

Yue Zhishi liked torrential rain, liked the flavour of upturned soil in the air — it seemed to hint at nature pulsating with life, taken apart under the violence of the rain before being reborn.

He heard phantom echoes under the sound of rain. His ears were surrounded by Song Yu’s voice, the sound of it drifting both closely and far away.

“Not calling me gege anymore?”

His voice had been very low, slightly hoarse.

“You were such a good boy when you were younger. Do you remember what you used to call me?”

Under Song Yu’s guidance, Yue Zhishi thickly called out Xiao Yu gege, and he spoke them as though he was actually a child, indistinctly and without any self-control.

He saw himself as a child with Song Yu holding his hand, shoulders against each other as they walked in water under heavy rain.

“You said you wanted to be Xiao Yu gege’s girlfriend. Were you speaking truthfully?” Song Yu pressed his lips against Yue Zhishi’s ear. “Or were you lying as well.”

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t.” Yue Zhishi couldn’t get enough air, arguing back for himself without conscious thought. “I wasn’t lying…”

“What a good boy,” he said, as though he was pronouncing a judgement. “And now you are.”

“Mn…” Yue Zhishi turned his head over in shame. He was practically unable to see Song Yu, yet he yearned to kiss him. “Gege, kiss.”

He was vaguely aware of being wrapped up in clothing and being picked up. He curled in, hearing water, and felt warm steam clinging to the skin of his ankles. When he entered the water, Yue Zhishi sensed Song Yu calling out his name, tenderly pecking at his lips.

“Baobao, you’re such a good boy.”

Song Yu called him with an endearment he’d never let out of his mouth, an endearment that he’d perhaps recited many times within his heart.

Yue Zhishi’s chest was still heaving, and he said to Song Yu very softly, “I’m not a good boy… I love you.”

He was too tired, directly falling asleep in the bathtub. Half awake and half dreaming, he let Song Yu clean him, and then he was carried out, cared for and treated like a newborn before being placed under a warm blanket. The rain outside the windows poured like it would never again stop, but Song Yu’s embrace was warm and safe — it was the sole haven he wanted to go to. He wasn’t scared at all.

When the sky was about to brighten, Yue Zhishi woke up in a bit of a stupor. He was slightly dehydrated, mumbling that he wanted some water. Song Yu, who’d always hated being bothered awake, woke up almost instantly; he got up to pour Yue Zhishi a cup of warm water and returned back to him, supporting Yue Zhishi’s neck as he fed him the water.

Yue Zhishi burrowed his way into Song Yu’s arms very naturally once they laid back down. His arms went around Song Yu’s waist, fitting their bodies together without a single gap in between as if they had depended on each other, protected each other just like that within their mother’s body.

He slept all the way to noon, and Song Yu was no longer by his side when he woke. All by himself in the large and empty bed, Yue Zhishi flipped over — he realised his whole body was aching like the remnants of a fever. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead to check his temperature; there was no real difference.

Just managing to sit up, Yue Zhishi pushed away the covers. He noticed the marks littered all across his body, as well as the faint bruises spread across his calves and hips that looked like they were left behind from being gripped too hard.

“Good thing it’s not summer…” The words had just left his mouth when he realised even his voice was a bit hoarse; he awkwardly coughed twice, clearing his throat, and happened to see Song Yu coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a robe. Song Yu was tall and well built, the lines of his chest muscles still able to be faintly seen.

Yue Zhishi’s first reaction was to cover himself with the blanket, exposing only his pair of eyes. A layer of moisture filmed his eyes, and he blinked meekly.

“We still need to head out later this afternoon, and yet you’ve slept to now.” Song Yu walked towards him rather unhurriedly and sat down on the side of the bed.

Yue Zhishi held onto the blanket and grumbled, “That’s not my fault…”

He thought Song Yu would emphatically pull away his blanket, but he was mistaken. Leaning over, Song Yu delicately kissed Yue Zhishi’s frail and slightly reddened and swollen upper eyelids.

“I seem to keep forgetting to say,” Song Yu used the pad of his thumb to gently massage Yue Zhishi’s brow bone, “your eyelashes are really beautiful. Your eyes are, too. They look like amber.”

Being suddenly complimented, Yue Zhishi was somewhat delighted, so he loosened the hand that had been clutching onto the blanket and tumbled into Song Yu’s arms. He squirmed against his neck and said, “My waist’s really sore, and so are my bones. Do I have a fever?”

“No. I’ve checked.” Song Yu swept a hand down his back, taking all of the responsibility onto himself. “Blame me.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Yue Zhishi inhaled the delicious scent of aftershave on his body and quietly said, “You’re really amazing, you’re super amazing. I really like you.”

A memory abruptly floated across his brain. Somewhat embarrassed, he hummed a bit and then raised his head to give Song Yu’s chin a peck. Like he was pleading, he said, “Gege, can you call me like that again?”

“Like how?” Song Yu watched him, an answer already in his heart, yet he deliberately pretended to not know.

“Like, like how you did at the end.” Yue Zhishi was slightly impatient, and he shamelessly bumped his forehead into Song Yu’s chin again and again. “Song Yu, hurry, call me.”

Unable to resist him, Song Yu could only ease over to his ear, his lips touching the cartilage.

His voice was still husky, and it carried a touch of tenderness within its awkwardness.

“Baobao.”

“It doesn’t sound as nice as last night.” Yue Zhishi said very critically, pinching Song Yu’s arm. He blinked his eyes, quite a playful expression on his face.

Song Yu found him amusing, and he said with a cool voice, “Are you disdaining me?”

“No, no no,” Yue Zhishi denied briskly. His eyes meandered over towards the storm outside the windows, watching the sky that had turned from black to white — the Canton Tower was still faintly visible within the wild spray of water.

One night had already passed.

Yue Zhishi came out from Song Yu’s embrace — or perhaps, it was more like he pushed him away. He groped in all directions for his phone before finally finding it at the head of the bed.

Song Yu hauled the blanket over him, worried he’d be cold. “Get back in, don’t get sick.” Seeing Yue Zhishi so focused on his phone, he was slightly dissatisfied and reached out a hand, wanting to tug at his wrist like a cat unhappy at being ignored. “What are you so busy with?”

“Wait, almost done!” Yue Zhishi wrestled with him, unwilling to let go of his phone. That pair of pure and innocent eyes blinked, staring at the lit up screen.

Song Yu was about to express his discontentment with Yue Zhishi’s phone addiction when he suddenly heard his own phone vibrate. It was a WeChat message from Yue Zhishi.

“What are you doing…” He’d yet to finish speaking — the moment he saw the notification, a vein in his temple furiously throbbed.

[Le Le: WeChat transfer 2000 RMB]

“It’s last night’s…” Yue Zhishi didn’t even have the chance to finish saying the two words of ‘room fee’ when Song Yu caught his chin.

Song Yu’s voice sounded a bit scary.

“Yue Zhishi, are you taking me for a prostitute?”