LABMY CH35

On New Year’s Eve, as the chimes marking the arrival of the new year echoed through the city, the edges of the city were shrouded in darkness, while the city center was brightly illuminated. Countless fireworks were ignited, soaring into the sky one after another.

It was supposed to be night, yet the sky was ablaze with dazzling fireworks. People listened to the sound of firecrackers that would echo through the night, watched the annual Spring Festival Gala on TV, and chatted and laughed with family members. This was the typical scene in most households on New Year’s Eve.

However, on a mountain peak at the edge of the city, where no one would choose to camp on such a lively night, there was a small light that barely illuminated a tiny area. 

Tonight, this secluded spot belonged solely to Jian Yuanbai and Wei Zhenge.

When Jian Yuanbai spoke those words, Wei Zhenge’s ears turned red, and he stammered, “H-How… how do we try?”

Jian Yuanbai said nothing. Instead, he seized the moment when Wei Zhenge opened his mouth and invaded his warm, moist mouth, sweeping over the soft flesh inside with his tongue inch by inch.

Like conquering territory, he aggressively left his own scent behind, finally entangling with the shy, trembling tongue that was forced to respond.

Jian Yuanbai kissed him deeply, even teasing the root of Wei Zhenge’s tongue, forcing him to open his lips wider. 

Through the gap between their parted lips, one could faintly see their tongues entwining, twisting and turning. Jian Yuanbai’s rough tongue would occasionally lick the soft surface of Wei Zhenge’s tongue, carrying an excessive intimacy.

Transparent saliva wet their swollen lips, and more saliva that couldn’t be swallowed in time dripped from the corner of their mouths, tracing down the pale skin and leaving a glistening, ambiguous trail under the dim light.

Wei Zhenge’s body went limp from the kiss, completely relying on Jian Yuanbai to support him. He closed his eyes, his long lashes trembling nervously. With his vision lost, his other senses became more sensitive — the subtle sound of their mingling saliva, the heavy breaths of the man in front of him — everything was amplified in his ears.

After a long time, their lips parted. Both the “Little Jian” and the “Little Pillow” were already stirred.

Jian Yuanbai bit Wei Zhenge’s lower lip lightly, leaving a faint mark. His voice was low and hoarse, “Now do you understand how to try?”

The surroundings were silent, but the fact that they were outdoors couldn’t be ignored. The distant forest cast eerie shadows, resembling human figures. Wei Zhenge’s ears turned crimson, and shame flushed through his body.

“No… we can’t. Let’s go home.”

“This is outside… it’s not right.”

Yet, Jian Yuanbai’s hand had already reached the “Little Pillow,” making it even harder for Wei Zhenge to resist. However, the environment around them kept reminding him of his fragile reasoning.

“No one will see us,” Jian Yuanbai whispered, his voice deep and seductive. “Even heaven and earth cannot.”

He leaned down, slowly guiding the trembling Wei Zhenge to lie down. He kissed Wei Zhenge’s cheek and murmured in a husky tone filled with desire, “Trust me, okay?”

Jian Yuanbai had already set up a barrier around them. As he said, no one could see them, not even the heavens. 

But he couldn’t tell Wei Zhenge this. Even if he did, Wei Zhenge probably wouldn’t believe him. 

Looking up at the vast sky, with the dim shadows of the distant forest in view and the cold wind blowing from the mountaintop, Wei Zhenge’s heart pounded with embarrassment, almost bringing him to tears.

However, soon, he had no time to think about any of that.

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It seemed that after descending from the mountaintop, they found a pond and decided to go fishing. 

It was their first time fishing. Compared to Jian Yuanbai, Wei Zhenge appeared much more nervous. 

After all, Jian Yuanbai knew a bit about fishing. He demonstrated the process for Wei Zhenge first.

However, Jian Yuanbai’s technique was unconventional. He first baited the fish but had to check what kind of bait the fish in this pond preferred.

Catching a fish with ease, Jian Yuanbai held it in his hand. The fish struggled helplessly but couldn’t escape.

Jian Yuanbai slowly inserted one finger into the fish’s small mouth, feeling the warmth and softness inside to determine the fish’s living conditions and taste preferences.

The panicked fish writhed in his hand, while Wei Zhenge, feeling a strange empathy, teared up and choked, “It… it hurts… it must hurt…”

Jian Yuanbai ignored his plea and inserted a second finger into the fish’s mouth.

Wei Zhenge gasped in shock, “You can’t do that!”

Despite the objections, Jian Yuanbai completed his inspection and eagerly grabbed the fishing rod.

However, his fishing method was different from others. There was no fishing line or hook, only a long rod.

The long rod was carefully and slowly inserted into where it was meant to go. As it entered the water, a subtle and sticky sound echoed.

The startled fish nearly jumped out of the water, its tail thrashing helplessly.

Without realizing it, Wei Zhenge bit down on the back of his own hand, suppressing the broken sobs that rose to his throat, as if he himself had turned into a voiceless fish.

He was too nervous. In such an environment, his entire body trembled lightly, his pale, slender legs stretched taut as he tried to escape, but a large hand gripped his delicate ankle, trapping him between the burning palm and the cold grass.

Wei Zhenge could feel the scorching heat from the palm, the icy chill of the ground, and even the prickly itch from the grass brushing against his fair ankle.

In a daze, he became a fish.

He was entangled by the water plants, slowly being guided beneath the long rod, forced to expose his pale skin to the greedy fisherman.

The fish was dragged to the surface by the rod. Deprived of water, it gasped for air, its mind spinning as it witnessed the dazzling fireworks in the sky, over and over again. 

It felt as if its scales and outer skin had been stripped away, lying bare under the vast sky, helplessly teased by the fisherman.

This made it nervous, on the verge of tears, opening its lips soundlessly, releasing the shame and thrill buried deep within.

Jian Yuanbai had caught a big fish. This only made him more eager as he pulled the rod with increasing enthusiasm. Yet, the fish was heavy and couldn’t be reeled in immediately.

After a prolonged struggle, sweat began to bead on Jian Yuanbai’s forehead from the physical exertion in the cold winter night. Droplets of sweat fell, some landing in the water, others splashing onto the fish’s body, causing the fish to tremble slightly.

Jian Yuanbai lowered his head and kissed away a tear from beneath Wei Zhenge’s eye. Wei Zhenge’s heart ached for the fish, and his eyes reddened from crying. In his tear-filled, beautiful eyes, the dazzling fireworks reflected brilliantly.

This made him look even more stunning — more beautiful than the entire sky filled with fireworks in Jian Yuanbai’s eyes. It only strengthened Jian Yuanbai’s resolve to catch this big fish and feed his little pillow until he was full.

Jian Yuanbai’s thumb rubbed over Wei Zhenge’s lips, pressing and grinding gently, making the already red lips even more flushed. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of coaxing, “Stick out your tongue, let me kiss it.”

Wei Zhenge was already crying to the point of losing himself. Upon hearing this, he obediently extended a shy, trembling tip of his tongue.

He was so obedient that when Jian Yuanbai sucked on that soft tongue, he couldn’t help but let out a muffled sigh of satisfaction, nibbling on it with light and heavy bites.

This made Wei Zhenge feel a slight sting on the tip of his tongue — not painful, but a strange and indescribable sensation.

In the distance, the trees swayed in the wind, their shadows flickering like silhouettes of people.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks echoed endlessly from the city, and amid these noises, a broken sob echoed from the mountaintop — as if someone was crying in the night, begging for mercy for the poor fish.

Jian Yuanbai chuckled softly, “Baby, how could I?”

He slowly licked away the tears on Wei Zhenge’s pale face and teased, “Be patient, okay?”

The air grew increasingly heated, as if a scorching sea had emerged in the middle of the icy world, boiling with an unknown and irresistible temptation.

In this tug-of-war, the fisherman clearly held the upper hand, yet he maliciously teased the fish.

Wei Zhenge felt like he was sinking into the depths of a boiling ocean. He was tossed by the waves, rescued by the fisherman, only to be cruelly thrown back into the water. He floated and sank in the sea, his tears blending with the water, evaporating instantly in the burning heat.

It felt like rain, or perhaps snow, falling on his body. Yet, the rain was scalding, burning his skin without leaving marks, only making him sweat all over.

He felt unbearably thirsty, craving rain to quench his parched body. His eyes, red and misty with tears, pleaded for water. He was about to die of thirst in this vast sea.

Jian Yuanbai noticed this and, overwhelmed with joy, shed tears as well, eager to drag him back and catch the fish once more.

The long-parched Wei Zhenge trembled as he eagerly caught Jian Yuanbai’s tears. Yet, unwilling to hurt the fish any longer, he cried pitifully, claiming he was already full.

Wei Zhenge, with his tearful, dazed eyes, looked at Jian Yuanbai, “I was wrong… I’m so tired… I really can’t anymore.”

Jian Yuanbai remained unsatisfied, “You can do it. You can last seven times in one night. Trust me.”

Wei Zhenge, who was already exhausted to the point of closing his eyes, was startled awake by these words. He looked at Jian Yuanbai with swollen, red eyes, as if staring at a beast, “What do you take me for? Seven times?”

“A one-time wife?”