UCTOOT CH78

Xie Wuchi’s figure was shrouded in shadow, as if he hadn’t heard clearly: “Which ‘top’ did you say?”

Shi Shu: “In bed.”

Xie Wuchi turned to look elsewhere: “I don’t understand.”

Shi Shu: “………………”

Fine, refusing to answer these questions. Weren’t you good at talking dirty before? In the deep forest of Qian’an Prefecture that late night, who was it that took off his clothes and guided his hands up, inch by inch touching his neck and chest, smiling and saying he wanted him to touch more?

Who was it that held him and kissed him every day?

Who was it that…

Shi Shu: You still don’t understand?

Shi Shu wanted to say something but closed his mouth. Xie Wuchi lay down beside him. Fine, Shi Shu had to start thinking about the future himself. After all, the memories of being held and touched by Xie Wuchi were still vivid.

When the time came, would Xie Wuchi have to first take off his clothes, then bite his neck and body, then spread his legs open? The more Shi Shu thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, but that snowy night in Senzhou, he and Xie Wuchi had actually been about the same.

Was Xie Wuchi big?

“………………”

The moment Shi Shu thought about it, he couldn’t help but support his forehead with his hand. He decided to think about something more gentle. Xie Wuchi’s body was very hot, holding him on his lap, cupping his face while licking and kissing him. After more than a year of normal friendship with Du Zihan, Shi Shu felt that time had been like an absurd dream. But now, the person from that dream appeared before him again.

Shi Shu lay in the pillow, continuously thinking about positions between men, feeling it was strange but couldn’t help letting his imagination run wild, until he didn’t know when he fell asleep, with vague outlines still in his dreams.

Early morning, Shi Shu couldn’t wake up. The past few days of living in the wilderness had been too exhausting. While Shi Shu was sleeping, Xie Wuchi had long gotten up for morning exercise, inspected the military training, returned to copy letters, received several generals reporting military affairs, and when he returned to the tent, Shi Shu was still sleeping.

“My lord, the food has gone cold,” the attendant said softly.

Xie Wuchi walked to the bedside: “Shi Shu.”

Shi Shu was half-awake: “What’s wrong?”

Xie Wuchi: “The general below hunted a mountain delicacy yesterday and sent it here. It’s just been roasted and waiting to be eaten. Have you slept enough?”

Shi Shu didn’t have much reaction to Xie Wuchi’s voice. If it were Zihan or Song Sinan, he would have turned over and gotten up, but being called by Xie Wuchi was less effective. Shi Shu turned over and hugged a pillow. But that pillow happened to be Xie Wuchi’s. Shi Shu held it in his arms, and Xie Wuchi’s gaze lowered slightly, his hand dropping down.

“Shi Shu…”

Outside the door, a guard’s report sounded: “My lord, the refugee army general who surrendered from Chuituo Prefecture is outside the military tent. Should we receive him?”

—The voice was sonorous and forceful, with cadence. Shi Shu was startled by this voice instead, suddenly sitting up straight, a pair of sleepy peach-blossom eyes looking toward the screen, noticing Xie Wuchi: “What time is it?”

Xie Wuchi: “Eleven o’clock.”

Shi Shu rubbed his forehead: “It’s so late already!”

Xie Wuchi’s daily life was in one tent, discussing military affairs in another. But occasionally for convenience, he would receive visitors in his living tent. However, since Shi Shu returned, he had been going to the dedicated central military tent for discussions to avoid disturbing him.

Shi Shu quickly tied up his soft hair, washed his face, and walked to the tent entrance. Several people stood at the door, among them the young general Song Sinan, and another middle-aged general whose face was full of weathering. He bowed deeply upon seeing Xie Wuchi.

Shi Shu was still sleepy while walking with Xie Wuchi. As soon as he saw Song Sinan, he ran over in big strides: “What’s up?”

Song Sinan winked: “This is the general who organized a volunteer army against Min in Chuituo Prefecture. To be specific, he’s the second cousin of my third uncle’s nephew’s second older brother’s cousin, specially coming to surrender. I hurriedly brought him to see the lord.”

Shi Shu: “Impressive! To be able to organize an army by yourself in enemy territory!”

The composition of people in several border cities between Northern Min and Great Jing was very complex. In the occupied areas, besides refugees fleeing south, there were also refugee armies recruited by Northern Min, and even more refugee armies that established their own strongholds to resist Min. Northern Min generally used recruited armies to strike against resistance armies—the so-called “using barbarians to control barbarians” or “using Han to control Han.” These backbone commoners who were unyielding, hearing of Xie Wuchi’s righteous act of treating refugees well, actually traveled thousands of li to surrender. This was a good thing.

And to strive for independence under enemy extermination was no easy feat.

Shi Shu and Song Sinan exchanged understanding glances. Xie Wuchi saw this, went before this general and helped him up: “General Xu, please rise quickly.”

Xu Datie was just a blacksmith, a common laborer, but dissatisfied with Northern Min’s oppression of them, he recruited hundreds of people to occupy the mountains as king. Now this army already had thousands of people, coming to join through someone’s introduction.

Xie Wuchi said: “All you soldiers have worked hard on the journey. Today we slaughter cattle and sheep to welcome you. Someone, quickly take General Xu to rest.”

Immediately, subordinate officials led him away to arrange lodging and other matters.

Shi Shu turned to look at Xie Wuchi, softly clicking his tongue in his heart. In the year and more apart, Xie Wuchi hadn’t changed much. Authority had long been fully integrated into him; every gesture carried the posture of a superior.

Now in his splendid robes, with one hand on this volunteer army general’s shoulder, extremely courteous to the worthy, such a posture facilitated spreading his reputation and further strengthening his ranks.

Perhaps people need equality to make friends, but “controlling subordinates” requires both kindness and authority, maintaining a high and mighty posture, making the other party have to submit, even feel overwhelmed by favor. This was the indifferent and detached aura that Xie Wuchi casually exuded.

Lin Yan asked at the side: “My lord, how should we handle Xu Datie’s volunteer army?”

Xie Wuchi said: “Cook sheep and slaughter cattle, reward the volunteer army. Since they’re all hard-to-escape troops, let the Chou Army camp handle it. Set up a banquet tonight to entertain them.”

Song Sinan showed a smile. Although he wasn’t the Chou Army leader, due to his brother’s connection, his status in the Chou Army was special. He hurriedly grabbed Shi Shu’s wrist: “Let’s go! Time to slaughter cattle and sheep!”

Shi Shu exclaimed “Hey!” and was dragged running. He carefully thought about whether it was appropriate to be held by him. Actually, there was nothing inappropriate, but it would be inappropriate if Xie Wuchi saw it. Shi Shu ran two steps and looked back at him. Xie Wuchi was indeed watching Song Sinan drag his wrist, his expression unreadable.

Noticing Shi Shu’s gaze, he averted his eyes.

…Jealous.

Shi Shu softly clicked his tongue in his heart. From childhood to now, he had never encountered a man competing for his affection like this. This feeling was truly strange. Anyway, that gay couple in his class before occasionally argued and had spats, mainly being very indiscreet in class. Every time Shi Shu saw it, he would scratch his head.

Being the object of jealousy was a very strange feeling. As Shi Shu thought about it, he also pulled his hand out: “Don’t touch me. I don’t like people pulling and tugging.”

“This is pulling and tugging? What will you do when you get married?”

Shi Shu: “My brother and I are both monks. We don’t marry, understand?”

“Hmph,” Song Sinan waved his hand, “You’ll probably have someone you like in the future, and you’ll hug and kiss them.”

Shi Shu instantly broke down: “Huh? How could I have someone I like! I don’t even have a heart.”

Song Sinan: “…………”

As they talked, they walked several li to the Chou Army camp. With Xie Wuchi’s order, the logistics department immediately joyfully slaughtered pigs and sheep, releasing the little fat sheep from their pens, pulling them to an open area for centralized slaughter. At the same time, dozens of large pots were set up, and the kitchen staff began frantically washing meat, mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, and dried goods, to be stewed together with beef and mutton later.

Shi Shu was also very happy. He carried a small stool, sat before a large wooden basin. The basin contained many vegetables he didn’t recognize, one with very round and large roots, said to be a local specialty plant that looked very much like a radish, with huge, plump flesh suitable for pickling or stewing, said to be very delicious.

Shi Shu liked life in the military camp, working with many people every day, able to find his direction. Although he didn’t earn much money, being with crowds was very interesting.

Shi Shu knew he was definitely not like Xie Wuchi, who could turn clouds and rain, bear the lives of hundreds of thousands without psychological burden. But Shi Shu wasn’t a lazy person who avoided things either. He was willing to do things, to contribute his strength and light.

At least regarding transmigration, if he didn’t use despicable means, his merit value would never surpass Xie Wuchi’s. But Shi Shu liked a down-to-earth life.

Shi Shu lowered his head to wash radishes, then was pushed aside by a smiling auntie: “Go play. Go tend the fire over there. You can’t wash these vegetables clean even after half a day.”

Shi Shu looked up, feeling she spoke like a mother. He stood up and went to the large pot nearby to tend the fire.

Du Zihan squatted beside him, holding a charcoal pen and scribbling on a piece of paper. Shi Shu: “What are you writing?”

“I’m recording Leibniz’s formula, curvature formula, Lagrange’s mean value theorem formula.”

“…Your students have already learned to this level?”

Du Zihan: “Not really. I’m afraid I’ll forget.”

Shi Shu: “I’m convinced.”

The entire afternoon, the Chou Army camp was busy preparing to welcome this volunteer refugee army that had traveled far. Finally, it was time for dinner in the afternoon. Life in the military camp was harsh, but today was obviously a special meal, and the atmosphere was very high.

Shi Shu sat in the open space under the camp. Today everyone had a bowl. Besides rice, there was stewed beef and mutton, chicken legs. But the kitchen also specially set up a banquet for the generals, which was much more abundant than what ordinary soldiers ate.

The dishes were served whole—roasted beef and mutton, smoked beef and mutton cut into cold plates. Shi Shu was about to try the soldiers’ food when Song Sinan dragged him back to where the generals’ banquet was.

Shi Shu’s chopsticks between his fingers moved twice: “What are you doing? I’m hungry.”

“Waiting for your brother.”

The important generals were all seated. After waiting a moment, Xie Wuchi’s figure appeared. Wearing vermilion official robes, his tall figure was escorted by guards to his seat. This was his privilege—only he had the right to arrive last, making everyone wait for him.

Shi Shu sat in the lower seat, the tip of his tongue pressing against his lips. After he sat down and spoke, this group of people began dining. For a while, there was toasting and laughter, very lively.

After Shi Shu ate, they didn’t have the qualification to leave first either. Xie Wuchi had to leave first before these generals could go. This was the rule of official banquets.

Xie Wuchi drank a few cups of wine, ate a few bites of meat, then said he couldn’t hold his liquor and would go rest in the city fort first, asking everyone to enjoy themselves. After he left, several other important generals also left the banquet, and the entire feast finally became completely lively, with rough speech and shouting filling the air, along with drinking and smashing cups and bowls, a scene of harmonious joy.

Shi Shu mixed in the crowd with a smile. After a moment, Song Sinan called him: “Come out. There’s a bonfire outside, and they’re going to sing and dance.”

Shi Shu stood up: “What’s up?”

“Don’t look at everyone as refugees. Actually, the relationship between Northern Min and Great Jing is really hard to explain clearly, especially in this border area. Many refugees are actually Min people, but they don’t recognize Northern Min, only Great Jing. Northern Min is very good at singing and dancing. Come quickly!”

Shi Shu followed behind him and ran out of the tent.

Unknowingly, it was already evening. The firelight was bright, the moonlight like frost. Shi Shu’s youthful, handsome, and clean brows and eyes reflected a淡泊的光泽, his nose bridge and lip color bright, watching the dancing crowd in the night.

Shadows swayed, dance steps sonorous.

Shi Shu’s pupils dilated slightly, seemingly immersed in this rare melody. Looking up, it happened to be a sky full of stars and moonlight.

“The military camp originally had a curfew, but Lord Xie specially ordered today to let everyone sing and dance and rest for the night.”

“Lord Xie…” Shi Shu asked, “Did my brother go back?”

“No, Lord Xie is resting in the city fort, perhaps drunk.” Song Sinan gave a meaningful look, pointing at the wooden building behind Shi Shu.

Shi Shu looked at his expression: “Are you very afraid of my brother?”

Song Sinan: “Can’t say afraid, can only say worshipful. Who in the entire army doesn’t admire him?”

Shi Shu thought of Song Sinan’s brother and smiled: “Hey, this person—” He wanted to express something but found he had no literary talent.

The crowd was singing and dancing around the bonfire. Sometimes they danced some eerie and terrifying dances, sometimes majestic hunting dances, sometimes lingering dance steps of pursuing lovers, and some people were even singing, their voices very pure and simple.

Shi Shu sat with a group of people beside the crackling bonfire. Soldiers from all over the country were talking about family matters—which county, village, and town they were from, who they knew, how they bravely fought Northern Min soldiers along the way, thrillingly crossed the border river, then slept in the wind and dew to escape to Xie Wuchi’s command, were mistaken for spies and interrogated, each speaking with flushed faces, vividly, with constant laughter.

Shi Shu listened and laughed heartily. Du Zihan also timidly squeezed into the crowd, hehehe laughing.

The firelight swayed, heat dispersing.

Moonlight shone over the entire camp.

At the window frame of the wooden building, Xie Wuchi placed one hand on the wooden railing, looking down, just able to see in the crowd around the bonfire below, the youth was laughing loudly. When asked about his native place and hometown, he hemmed and hawed, his eyes curved in a smile.

Xin Bin stood outside the door: “My lord, should we set out to return to the central military camp?”

Xie Wuchi: “You go out.”

Xin Bin secretly looked at his expression, retreated, and closed the door. Xin Bin had always revered this master. About a year ago, as an officer in the army, he had caused trouble and happened to encounter Xie Wuchi’s new appointment. At that time, he only heard he was a new favorite heavily used by the new emperor, and in desperation sought him to save his life, kneeling outside the door for days, also mentioning he had parents, wife, and children. Xie Wuchi helped him escape death, and from then on he followed him wholeheartedly.

However, this lord’s temperament was unfathomable to anyone. Only as a close bodyguard did he understand him a little more than ordinary people—that the Commander-in-Chief always seemed to shut himself away, supposedly “sitting quietly” and “cultivating purity,” but each time he came out again, his expression was very gloomy.

Xin Bin stood guard at the bottom of the stairs.

Xie Wuchi slowly sat down along the wall. After untying the white gauze on his wrist, besides the black scars from the rope restraints, there were more thin, fragmented cut marks, unsightly and extremely ugly.

The entire wrist was riddled with holes, many of the wounds still fresh, the affected areas bright red, with dots of blood staining the white gauze.

Pain shapes a person. Not that pain makes you grow, but that pain can twist a person. To escape pain, people unconsciously change in another direction, becoming fearful, timid, cowardly. Through pain, one can control others.

Some people apply flagellation and asceticism to themselves, perceiving faith through pain. Others, to escape one kind of pain, create another kind.

Xie Wuchi closed his eyes. His brows, eyes, and contours were handsome, his profile sharp and distinct, almost without flaw. Slowly, Xie Wuchi raised his neck and gently exhaled.

Sex addiction, the brain occupied by sexual desire, reaching the level of obsession. Initially, Xie Wuchi used this method to transfer pain, but things developed beyond control. After being discovered by the surveillance installed by his family, he had to stop by harming himself.

The tattoo on his thigh root was an ouroboros, symbolizing self-destruction and rebirth. Later, he discovered that not masturbating would cause anxiety. Every time Xie Wuchi uncontrollably felt desire, he would use an engraving needle to carve on his thigh root, using pain to punish and warn himself.

The ouroboros became a clear pattern under the needle. Xie Wuchi regained control of himself, and like the meaning of the tattoo, it reminded him that he had broken free from his family’s control and become himself again.

However, Xie Wuchi was a miser in controlling love. If he hadn’t met Shi Shu, perhaps he would forever examine whether others’ kindness toward him had motives and ulterior motives. But after Shi Shu left, his anxiety disorder relapsed.

Fresh red blood overflowed from his wrist again. Xie Wuchi’s thoughts were somewhat numb, his vision in his eyes scattered. What was the difference between extreme pain and extreme sexual experience? The only difference was that pain was allowed, but sex was not.

Because Shi Shu said he didn’t like it.

Didn’t like it… He didn’t like it.

Curse… demonic thoughts. During the time apart, Xie Wuchi recalled every scene and every word from Zhou Family Village to the snowy night in Dasheng Mansion, until reaching the conclusion: He doesn’t like it. Then it was like a brand seared into his body, cursing himself, forever correcting, never forgetting.

But Xie Wuchi’s body always had a physiological reaction when thinking of their past intimacy. He deepened the tattoo’s pattern again, discovering in pain that he could temporarily forget him, or rather, be briefly clear-headed for a while.

This behavior began uncontrollably.

Initially to keep himself clear-headed, but later it became addictive.

He was always addicted to messy things. After all, he was a twisted personality. If he weren’t twisted, how could Shi Shu not love him.

I’m not good… Pain slowly became punishment.

Must change…

The singing and dancing around the bonfire outside the door sounded distant in his ears. Xie Wuchi closed his eyes, the faded dark blue under his eyelashes like a layer of glaze. He wanted to pull himself together, but the stinging in his wrist, his entire body’s bones and limbs were stiff, his back very cold.

Perhaps being attacked by the world had an outward venting method, like becoming a tyrant, suppressing others mentally. But regarding his feelings for Shi Shu, Xie Wuchi only had extreme internal depletion, reflecting and regretting, punishing himself in Shi Shu’s place.

Xie Wuchi’s consciousness slowly became somewhat blurred, his body temperature also draining away. Blood dripped down drop by drop, warmth turning cold. At this point, he basically needed to recover for a while to become clear-headed, but just then, there was a “thump thump” sound at the stairway.

Shi Shu had drunk two cups of wine, his face flushed: “Where’s my brother?”

Xin Bin: “Upstairs.”

“Thanks.” Shi Shu ran up. The singing and dancing continued downstairs, but he suddenly thought of Xie Wuchi and decided to come up and see.

“Hey, Second Young Master—” Xin Bin wanted to say something but couldn’t stop him.

Shi Shu rubbed his forehead and pushed open the door. It was a neatly arranged wooden house, containing a bed, wooden cabinet, and screen, usually used to receive temporary generals. The furnishings in this room were very expensive, obviously used to receive important generals.

When Shi Shu entered, Xie Wuchi was leaning against the wall by the window, wrapping white gauze around his wrist. His face wasn’t very clear in the dim light. He half-turned and said: “What’s wrong?”

His voice was very light, hoarse.

“Nothing, it’s quite lively downstairs. They keep asking who I am, and it’s not good for me to say I’m your younger brother. When are we going back—” As Shi Shu spoke, his eyes saw a small knife on the ground, like the tool Lin Yangchun used to bleed people when treating plague qi.

Shi Shu approached, smelled the scent in the air, his pupils constricting: “What’s going on? Why does it smell like blood?”

Xie Wuchi fell quiet. Shi Shu walked forward and suddenly pulled up his wrist. Blood was seeping from under the gauze, rapidly dyeing his vision red.

Shi Shu suddenly raised his head. Xie Wuchi slid down to sit again, his lips pale. Shi Shu’s blood and heat seemed to be instantly drained from his body, staring at his spotted wrist: “Xie Wuchi, what are you doing? Are you crazy?!?”

Xie Wuchi closed his eyes: “Four hundred fifty-six days.”

Shi Shu: “What four hundred fifty-six days?”

“The time you’ve been gone.”

Shi Shu knelt before him, tearing his own sleeve to bind his wrist. His hands paused at these words.

“Xie Wuchi…”

Shi Shu was panting, his face close to his, eyelashes almost brushing eyelashes, breath falling on his face. Before him, Xie Wuchi’s turbid, cold eyes looked at him, his straight nose casting gray shadows, slowly inhaling.

“I think of you every day.”

Shi Shu closed his eyes, grasping his wrist to wrap the gauze.

“After you left, I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t sleep day or night. On the exile road, someone threw stones at me and you blocked them for me… and got injured by them. You wiped the sweat off my body every day, applied medicine to wounds, wanted to eat fish, and you picked out every fish bone…”

“You held me through that winter. I don’t like being sick, and my pride is high. I thought being seen in an ugly state would make me lose control, but you weren’t like that, Shi Shu…”

Shi Shu’s jaw was tightly clenched, his chest heaving as he breathed, grasping his hand.

“I love you.”

Shi Shu: “You… cut so deep, aren’t you afraid of dying?”

Xie Wuchi: “Might as well die.”

Shi Shu gritted his teeth: “Worthless!”

A surge of anger welled up in Shi Shu, and he gripped his hand tightly: “You’re really worthless, Xie Wuchi! What kind of person are you? You’re twisted, terrifying, not normal at all… Because others don’t love you, you don’t love yourself either. Can you properly love yourself?”

Xie Wuchi’s face was pale, faint cool air overflowing from his lips. He was very close to Shi Shu. When close, one could see this deceptive face—handsome, decent, noble, cold.

This face, at Xiangnan Temple was a demon monk who bewitched people; at Shukang Prefecture was a good person who saved the common people; at the prince’s mansion was a white-robed person who spoke frankly; at the Censorate was a mad gambler; at Qian’an Prefecture fought for the people’s benefit and brawled with landlords; exiled three thousand li; then incited war, plunging into endless chaos and flames; rose to the sky in one step, controlling military power over several prefectures with power over life and death… Before his eyes, was just a love seeker who had lost all warmth.

Shi Shu’s breath tangled with his, anger accumulating in his mind, stepping forward: “Don’t you just want me to love you?”

Shi Shu moved close to his face, enunciating each word: “Xie Wuchi, how can you be this kind of person? You love me, but I don’t know the reason. Was my kindness to you that special? It seems you’ve never been loved.”

“Worthless, can you be like a proper person? If others don’t love you, do you have no personality of your own? Why can’t you love yourself!”

“…Isn’t it just wanting me to love you.”

Xie Wuchi breathed without breath, his whole body seeming to have soaked in an icy lake for a long time. Shi Shu felt he was truly strange. Seeing such a person, he couldn’t help but want to warm him.

But also hated him, didn’t understand, but wanted revenge.

“Are you satisfied like this?”

By the time Shi Shu realized it, he had kissed Xie Wuchi’s lips. Men were indeed stress-reactive animals. Shi Shu’s reason hadn’t dissipated, his pupils dilated, his mind full of impulsive feelings after drinking wine.

He kissed Xie Wuchi’s lips. When Xie Wuchi realized it, the situation seemed to begin reversing. The temperature in his palm was ice-cold. The lively cheering outside the window continued, seeming to have someone beating a gong, a group of people cheering in unison.

Shi Shu bit his cold lips, the lips astringent. When his tongue tip drilled in, he felt it was too cold, the teeth barrier hard, the feeling of kissing wasn’t good either. Why did Xie Wuchi always kiss him before?

Shi Shu couldn’t figure it out. His entire body’s blood was boiling, burning away all his reason. Gradually, his mouth seemed to become warmer. He licked Xie Wuchi’s tongue tip until astringency became warm moisture, then became a bit slippery.

Shi Shu forgot what he was thinking. He tightly grasped Xie Wuchi’s collar, his other hand cupping his face. The two seemed to be conducting some kind of body temperature transfer or wrestling, sharing his soul and warmth with him.

Xie Wuchi opened his eyes. He and Shi Shu had long been skilled at this, licking and sucking the tongue tip, then changing positions. Shi Shu’s knee knocked on the couch between Xie Wuchi’s legs, his height exactly equal to Xie Wuchi’s. Both their Adam’s apples were sliding.

It was Shi Shu’s first time actively kissing someone, kissing until his teeth ached. As he gently licked inside Xie Wuchi’s mouth, he was instead slickly rubbed by Xie Wuchi’s tongue meat, inseparably and anxiously sticking together.

Wet, sticky sounds of “gu… chu…” came from their mouths. Shi Shu was panting, slowly sitting down on his knees. The two almost had no movement, only their lips pressed together, licking hotly and wetly in their mouths.

Shi Shu licked Xie Wuchi, and Xie Wuchi also licked him. The lighting in the wooden building was slightly dim, just blocking the two people’s expressions and vision, unable to see faces, the senses during kissing infinitely magnified.

Shi Shu wasn’t good at kissing and was slowly gaining the upper hand by Xie Wuchi, but Xie Wuchi didn’t show strong aggression. This kiss was very lingering, tongues nestling together, licking the sugar on each other’s tongue tips, but this kiss was also full of temptation and confusion, stimulating lust, veins bulging on both their necks.

Shi Shu had just recovered from the shock of Xie Wuchi hurting himself and fell into the confusion of kissing again. He and Xie Wuchi almost never separated. Every second they separated, they licked up again, you merge into me, I merge into you, enjoying and indulging, comforting each other in loss of control.

Shi Shu’s nails dug into Xie Wuchi’s shoulders, nails deeply embedded in his clothes, leaving marks. He was deeply licked by Xie Wuchi. This feeling made it hard for Shi Shu to stay rational. Xie Wuchi was originally the embodiment of desire. Shi Shu forcibly held back from making a sound. Xie Wuchi seemed to be not only licking his lips but also licking Shi Shu’s soul. Xie Wuchi lowly gasped, a husky, sexy voice that made Shi Shu’s back spine feel grabbed, his hands tightly clenched together.

Damn it, Xie Wuchi… Just kissing, he could make people tremble. Shi Shu barely licked his upper lip. Unexpectedly, a footstep sounded “thump!” at the door.

“My lord!”

—Shi Shu’s mind shook as if doused with a basin of ice water.

All unreasonableness instantly cleared. Shi Shu shot out like an arrow off the string, but it was too late. The scene of him and Xie Wuchi kissing and licking each other was seen by more than one person.

Standing at the door were Xin Bin, Song Sinan, and two guards.

Author’s note:

Shi Shu: The window of this small building is nice, I’ll jump from here.

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