HEIFEIGU -Chapter 138

Those two soft words ignited the air in the entire room.

Bang!

The heavy wooden door closed. Qian Shuyun turned back and walked slowly toward him.

Because Zhang Xianhai’s makeup required oil paint, Xie Jixing had taken a thorough shower before the wrap-up banquet.

He now smelled fresh, like lemon-mint body wash, with only a trace of sweet wine from dinner.

But after sweating a little just now, another indescribable scent clung to him.

It made Qian Shuyun thirsty.

He unbuttoned his cuffs. The once-neat white shirt was now completely disheveled.

Kneeling on one knee at the foot of the bed, Qian Shuyun enveloped Xie Jixing in his shadow.

Even with the window open, Xie Jixing felt the air was thin.

It was as if all the oxygen had disappeared, leaving him almost unable to think, making him retreat again by instinct.

Xie Jixing’s ankles were beautiful—not thin and fragile, but nicely defined.

Now both were held in Qian Shuyun’s hands, thumbs gently rubbing the round ankle bones.

Numb and hot.

He tried to pull his feet back, but Qian Shuyun tugged him closer instead.

The brushed fabric of the sheets was soft and gentle, but his loose T-shirt was pushed upward.

Qian Shuyun wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into his embrace.

Skin that was rarely touched was especially delicate.

Being rubbed firmly by rough fingertips was a stimulating and unbearable experience.

For a moment, Xie Jixing didn’t know whether to dodge or surrender to it.

His reason had been burned away by alcohol. Only instinct remained.

It felt good.

His eyes half-closed, relaxed, he melted into Qian Shuyun’s arms.

Yet it still couldn’t quench Qian Shuyun’s thirst.

“Xingxing… have you ever…” Qian Shuyun whispered into his ear.

He lightly brushed against him, neither fully enclosing nor withdrawing.

Then he stopped.

Heat spread.

Xie Jixing couldn’t help whispering, “Move…”

But there was no response—only more heat.

Qian Shuyun’s lips pressed against his ear, voice even lower.

“You haven’t answered me yet.”

Xie Jixing shuddered and was forced to think.

“N-no…” he struggled slightly and gave his answer.

Too shy, he closed his eyes completely, missing the unreadable smile at Qian Shuyun’s lips.

That hand finally began to move slowly, as he wished.

Every tiny friction burned away another bit of his reason.

His curled-up body gradually relaxed, accompanied by soft, tempting moans.

Qian Shuyun asked again, his low, hoarse voice circling his ear.

“Then, Xingxing…”

“…what will you do?”

Who?

Where were they going?

Xie Jixing’s mind seemed unable to process that question anymore. All he cared about was why that hand had stopped moving again.

He kicked his legs alternately and twisted his body from side to side, trying to break free.

But something still wasn’t right. That hand had to move again.

“Move…” Xie Jixing gave the order.

Normally, Qian Shuyun was almost always obedient to him, but now, his command seemed to have completely lost its effect.

Not only did the man not listen, he even leaned close to his ear and carefully explained the question he had just asked.

That was too much.

Even in his muddled state, Xie Jixing instinctively didn’t want to answer.

His eyelashes fluttered twice as he tried to put on a pitiful look to soften the other person’s heart.

But Qian Shuyun showed no mercy. “Xingxing, answer me.”

Answer—if speaking would set him free.

His lashes finally drooped, and Xie Jixing replied softly with a trembling voice.

Qian Shuyun’s hand paused. “When? Baby, tell me.”

Xie Jixing felt like he was completely drunk by now. Since he’d already answered, it seemed there was nothing he couldn’t say.

“In my dreams.”

“What did you dream about?”

Xie Jixing recalled the dream.

“I dreamed about… the wedding night…”

“Someone… touched me… and said they wanted to taste…”

“Taste… this.” Xie Jixing touched the small red mole under his eye.

The hand tightened and gently pinched it.

Qian Shuyun’s tone turned unfriendly. “With who?”

“Don’t…” That pinch was too hard. His body, which had just relaxed, curled up again.

Xie Jixing thought about it pitifully. “I don’t know… My eyes were covered by God…”

He buried himself completely in Qian Shuyun’s arms. “But his voice was exactly like yours.”

“Covered eyes…” Qian Shuyun repeated those four words with amusement.

Xie Jixing’s answer clearly made him very happy, and he gave an appropriate reward.

Xie Jixing felt like a little snowman held in someone’s palm, gradually melting. Other than breathing on his own, he seemed incapable of doing anything.

“Exactly the same…” Qian Shuyun’s voice kept circling by his ear. “Did he talk to you like this too?”

His lips brushed against Xie Jixing’s eyes.

“Did he taste you like this too?”

As he spoke, he pressed a kiss to the little red mole beneath his eye, tasting it seriously.

Xie Jixing went soft and slid downward, only to be lifted back up.

“Xingxing, open your eyes. Look at me.”

His lashes were wet with some kind of mist.

Xie Jixing opened his slightly unfocused eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

Those smoky-gray eyes had been completely dyed black by deep desire.

Dark and complicated, impossible to read.

“Did he love you like this too?”

The pace grew faster, and the force became stronger.

Xie Jixing wanted to cry out, but his mouth was sealed by a kiss.

He reached out and grabbed the wrist that controlled all his senses, unable to tell whether he wanted to stop it or help it.

In the end, he could only drift up and down along with it.

It was like sinking into a pool of hot springs—too weak to struggle, only able to be swept along.

When everything finally stopped, all his strength had been drained.

Xie Jixing curled up on the bed with his eyes closed, pretending to be dead. He didn’t know whether he’d truly fallen asleep from exhaustion or simply didn’t want to face what had just happened.

When Qian Shuyun heard him talk about that dream, he’d almost been teased out of his mind.

But thinking of his schedule afterward, he could only smile bitterly.

After all, he had to supervise editing early tomorrow. If any shots were missing, they had to be reshot while the weather was still similar.

If he kept going tonight and then wasn’t home all day tomorrow, that behavior would feel a bit scummy.

With a quiet sigh, Qian Shuyun spread out the curled-up person, carefully wiped him clean inside and out, and changed him into new pajamas.

Fortunately, the bedsheets had maintained their “purity” and didn’t need changing yet.

After tucking him in, he gently kissed those tightly closed eyes and whispered, “I’ll let you off tonight.”

Half-asleep, Xie Jixing had a fleeting thought.

It really seemed to be over.

Then he completely fell asleep.

Only then did Qian Shuyun have time to take care of himself in the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror looked unfamiliar even to him.

His hair was messy—some strands sticking up, others hanging over his eyes.

The thirst in his gaze hadn’t faded at all; it had grown stronger.

A thin sheen of moisture coated his lips, making his sharp, thin lips look fuller.

At some point, Xie Jixing had bitten the corner of his mouth, and it was still oozing a little blood.

His originally neat white shirt was wrinkled like a pickled vegetable.

Lowering his gaze, Qian Shuyun noticed something reflecting in the mirror. He picked it up with his fingertip and sniffed it lightly.

Apparently finding it acceptable, he gently licked it off.

Hmm…

It seemed to have a hint of alcohol.

There was also a faint red mark around his wrist, slowly fading.

It reminded him of how Xie Jixing had clutched his wrist and arched his neck back just now.

Qian Shuyun looked down at himself, then expressionlessly turned the shower to the coldest setting.

And stepped right in.

After a freezing shower in the middle of winter, all seven emotions and six desires vanished—only survival instinct remained.

By the time he dried his hair and returned, the person on the bed had changed position and was sleeping soundly.

Qian Shuyun lifted the blanket, lay down, and pulled him into his arms.

Xie Jixing shivered at the cold and muttered in his sleep, “So cold…”

Then he tried to wriggle away, but his waist was firmly locked.

“Little heartless one,” Qian Shuyun whispered softly.

He closed his eyes with a smile.

The sleep wasn’t long, but it was unusually deep.

When the alarm vibrated, Qian Shuyun rarely found it hard to get up.

The person in his arms was warm and soft, fluffy hair brushing against his chin—far too tempting. He didn’t want to get up at all.

The usually disciplined Qian Shuyun closed his eyes again and told himself:

Ten more minutes.

His love-brain was almost completely defeating his career-brain.

When he opened his eyes again, he carefully placed Xie Jixing’s head on the pillow, tiptoed out of bed, and kissed his forehead lightly.

Probably because of yesterday’s emotional ups and downs, Xie Jixing slept very deeply and didn’t wake up at all.

Qian Shuyun returned to his own room, got ready, and went out to work.

After all, from now on, he wasn’t alone—he had a wife and his wife’s two ghosts to support.

Xie Jixing slept until daylight filtered through the gap in the blackout curtains.

He opened his eyes groggily, still feeling dazed.

Subconsciously, he reached to the side.

Empty?

He turned over and saw a slight dent in the pillow—clearly someone had slept there.

He pouted. Hmph, he ran pretty fast.

Then he pulled the blanket over his face. Luckily, Qian Shuyun had left. Otherwise, how was he supposed to face last night’s state?

Ahhh, help!

He screamed silently under the blanket, then felt a little short of breath.

Blushing, he hugged the blanket and sat up.

A question suddenly flashed through his mind.

Last night… did it count as finishing or not?