HEIFEIGU -Chapter 142

Although he had been properly comforted, Xie Jixing was still a little down.

The Qian family had prepared a separate room for him, but seeing him like this, Qian Shuyun couldn’t bear to let him sleep alone.

“Tonight, sleep here with me.”

Xie Jixing was tempted. In his fragile state, he really was a bit clingy.

“But Auntie already arranged everything…” He hesitated politely. “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?”

“Then what about me?” Qian Shuyun deliberately buried his face in his neck. “I’m so pitiful, and I won’t even have someone with me at night.”

Since his boyfriend was acting spoiled…

Xie Jixing sighed helplessly in his heart and went to shower and change into pajamas.

“Did my mom try to gain your sympathy?”

After they were both curled up in bed, Qian Shuyun lowered the TV volume and held him close.

Xie Jixing shot him a look.

“What do you mean ‘gain sympathy’? Auntie was just telling me what happened back then. And I wanted to hear it myself.”

Then he suddenly sat up and looked at Qian Shuyun.

“Why did you never tell me?”

Qian Shuyun pulled him back into his arms.

“I didn’t want you to misunderstand.”

“Back then, when I approached you, it really was because Meng Zezhou said you might be able to help me solve the problem and told me to give it a try.”

“But liking you had nothing to do with that.”

Huh? Why did the topic suddenly change?

Before Xie Jixing could respond, Qian Shuyun continued.

“I like you because you’re upright, brave, and kind.”

“And because you’re strong and generous.”

“You can handle problems calmly, and you can empathize emotionally with others. It’s really hard not to fall in love with you.”

Being praised so seriously by his lover made Xie Jixing even more embarrassed than hearing dirty talk.

His ears turned red, and he shrank back shyly. In a blink, Qian Shuyun was above him.

“That’s not all…”

His lips moved to that small red mole.

Kissing it lightly, he whispered: “I also like your eyes. I like this little mole.”

“I like the tip of your nose. Your lips.”

“Your neck and collarbones…”

As his kisses followed his words, Xie Jixing quickly melted, trying to cover his mouth.

“Didn’t we say… we’d stay up for the New Year…”

The TV was turned off. Qian Shuyun left briefly and returned with a few things.

Xie Jixing recognized them immediately—the little porcelain bottle from his master.

“We are staying up. So shouldn’t we do something meaningful while we’re at it?”

Qian Shuyun smiled and held the bottle up.

“For example… our first time.”

Here?

The unfamiliar environment made Xie Jixing hesitate.

But he was tempted too.

He muttered softly,

“Do you even know how?”

Qian Shuyun examined the bottle and kissed his ear lightly.

“Do you think you’re the only one who studied?”

“I’ve been learning for a long time. Let’s test it today.”

So he had known all along…

Xie Jixing hooked his arms around his neck.

“Then have you mastered it?”

Those smoke-gray eyes darkened instantly.

Qian Shuyun followed his pull and pressed his lips to his.

“Let’s try.”

And then he swallowed his breath.

Their breaths intertwined, filled with each other’s scent.

Xie Jixing’s lips grew numb. He opened his eyes slightly, his half-lidded gaze incredibly alluring.

In the sticky sounds of their kisses, Qian Shuyun still found time to ask:

“Xing, why aren’t you closing your eyes?”

Panting lightly, Xie Jixing replied, “I want to look at you.”

Qian Shuyun felt his heart was about to explode.

“Then tonight, look at me properly.”

Firecrackers and fireworks sounded outside.

Every touch felt like tiny explosions on his skin.

Hot, dangerous, irresistible.

The porcelain bottle was opened. The ointment melted, wet and fragrant.

Like snow burned by firecrackers—clear yet sticky.

The process was complicated and slow, making it hard to succeed at once.

His long, powerful fingers were especially noticeable in the narrow space.

Xie Jixing was already on the verge of tears, gazing hazily at the window decorations, squirming restlessly.

Qian Shuyun held his face firmly.

“Xing, remember to look at me.”

Through watery eyes, Xie Jixing looked over.

Qian Shuyun’s brows were furrowed, his eyes half-lowered, desire rolling inside.

His hair was messy, sweat streaming down, his flushed face spreading to his neck and ears.

He was enduring it too.

With great effort, Xie Jixing tried to relax.

Two was already his limit.

“Why don’t you… just…” he whispered through clenched teeth.

It was tempting, but Qian Shuyun held back.

Kissing his ear softly,

“Don’t rush. It’s very soft now. Wait a bit more.”

Xie Jixing could barely think.

Everything was weak except one burning spot.

He glanced at the window. The paper-cut flower seemed to slowly bloom.

It was almost midnight. Firecrackers outside grew louder.

His soft, broken sounds were completely covered.

He finally let go of all restraint.

The flower swayed—slowly at first, then faster.

Sweat dripped onto hot skin like tiny fireworks bursting in his blood.

Blindingly beautiful.

His vision blurred into shattered red shadows.

Tears or sweat were kissed away.

Fingers brushed his reddened eyelids.

“Xing, look at me.”

The swaying center changed.

No longer delicate like paper-cut flowers.

Now it was sharp, aggressive.

Like a starving beast, never satisfied.

The firecrackers slowly stopped.

Xie Jixing suddenly heard everything clearly again.

Two voices intertwined—one clear and hoarse, one low and husky.

So this was how it had been all along.

It turned out that without anything covering it, it was this… this scorching.

He couldn’t help but shiver slightly, and heard a long, suppressed groan.

Outside the window, which had already fallen quiet, a string of firecrackers suddenly exploded again.

With a loud “bang,” Xie Jixing was startled so badly that his whole body jolted.

The shadows of flowers swayed, becoming even more broken and blurred.

Xie Jixing reached out and tightly wrapped his arms around Qian Shuyun’s neck, arching his neck back into a beautiful curve.

“Baby, look at me.” Qian Shuyun’s tone was forceful as he bit gently at his ear.

Xie Jixing was clearly looking, yet couldn’t see clearly. He was clearly listening, yet couldn’t hear anything distinctly.

His tongue tasted many flavors—salty, bitter, and some he couldn’t even describe.

As for touch, all he felt was heat—intense heat.

At this moment, all five senses were completely controlled. Only his sense of smell remained clear.

That scent was very familiar. He’d been smelling it often lately, mixed with the fragrance of medicated ointment and winter plum.

The window paper slowly returned to stillness, and Xie Jixing’s senses gradually came back.

His slightly unfocused eyes slowly refocused. The moisture on his lashes was blinked away bit by bit.

Through the hollow patterns of the window paper, he looked outside.

It was snowing again.

Then he closed his eyes tiredly.

The new year had already arrived.

The bathtub was filled with hot water. Qian Shuyun carried him in and set him down inside.

“Sit properly. Don’t slip down. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Xie Jixing squinted his eyes open a crack and lazily hummed, “Mm.”

The red bedding set they had changed for New Year was now wrinkled and messy, with uneven water stains on it.

Qian Shuyun stood by the bed and admired it for a moment.

Changing it felt like a waste. Not changing it made him feel like a pervert.

In the end, he quickly changed the sheets and went to the bathroom to fetch his person.

Soaking in hot water was truly comfortable.

The ointment Xie Zhi’ning had prepared must be very effective—there was barely any injury, just that it was used for so long the first time.

It felt a little swollen.

Xie Jixing stretched in the water and couldn’t help pounding his lower back a few times.

Also… it was really hard on the waist.

When he saw Qian Shuyun come in again holding a small porcelain bottle, he suddenly sat up, causing himself to jerk.

“Hiss… that hurts a bit.”

“Can’t you use it all up in one night?” Xie Jixing muttered softly.

“Is anything uncomfortable?” Qian Shuyun noticed him hitting his waist and went over to massage him.

The bathroom lights were much brighter than the bedroom’s. Even with the water covering him, Xie Jixing still shyly curled up and answered softly, “No.”

“Lift yourself up a little.” Qian Shuyun reached out, trying to pull him out of the water.

But he found that Xie Jixing was looking at him like he was some kind of beast.

“What are you thinking?” Qian Shuyun laughed. He held the small bottle close for him to see. “This is for after.”

Xie Jixing wanted to push him away and do it himself, but his whole body was limp and weak.

He got lightly smacked on that soft, smooth flesh.

“Don’t move.”

So he behaved.

This ointment was even more oily and easy to apply, but Qian Shuyun was dragging his feet.

As if he were reluctant to part with that hot, smooth sensation.

Only after Xie Jixing lightly bit his arm did he reluctantly finish, clean him up, and carry him out.

As soon as Xie Jixing touched the soft fabric, he couldn’t help curling up completely.

Too tired.

And too sleepy.

While massaging his waist, Qian Shuyun whispered in his ear,

“Xingxing, look, there are red paper cuttings on the windows and furniture, and the sheets and quilts are all red. Doesn’t it look like the bridal chamber from your dreams?”

Xie Jixing rolled over, perfunctorily hummed “Mm,” and fell asleep.

Listening to his long, even breathing, Qian Shuyun gently lifted his hand and used a soft measuring tape he had prepared in advance to measure the base of his ring finger.

It was time to prepare the ring.

After memorizing the numbers, he hugged him tighter.

“Sleep, baby. I love you.”

The only response was Xie Jixing’s gentle breathing, sounding peaceful and happy.

Every breath sounded like “I love you” to his ears.