RPS – Chapter 30 The Belated Token of Love

Li, Bu, and Nuo returned at noon, and this time, Li had caught wind of a huge piece of gossip. The whole way back, the men in the tribe bombarded him with one question: “So? Did you guys do it last night or not?”

Already annoyed by being interrupted the previous night, Li was even more frustrated now.

What the hell—why were these men so obsessed with his bedroom matters? (A pair of husbands in perfect sync, apparently.) Had they all been eavesdropping behind his wall last night? Otherwise, why would they all be asking the same thing? And worse, he hadn’t even gotten to do anything last night!

Nuo, surprised at how the men were gossiping more than women, asked how the rumors had even started. Turns out, it was because of something Li Feng shouted when he ran out yesterday—something none of them had actually heard clearly.

See, in this tribe that lacked any form of entertainment, gossip was a top-tier pastime. Once the women got wind of anything remotely interesting, they chattered on and on to their men at home. Naturally, the men were now dying to know what had really gone down last night.

Li refused to answer—whatever the truth, he wasn’t saying. So, sulky (or maybe just frustrated in other ways), he quickly picked corn in silence before heading straight home.

Just as he reached the courtyard, the sweet aroma of roasted corn cakes wafted out to greet him, slightly lifting his mood. But he had no idea that Li Feng had already decided he wasn’t getting any.

Inside the yard, Mo was dashing around. The baby probably hadn’t woken up yet, since Mo wasn’t carrying him. Mo ran past Li multiple times, hoping desperately he’d notice his new shoes. But Li didn’t even glance down—he made a beeline for the kitchen, where Li Feng was still cooking.

Mo felt crushed. He’d made a point to run back and forth a bunch of times to show off. He was so proud—he’d made these shoes himself! Disappointed and disheartened, he was about to shuffle off to the room and show the baby instead when Nuo and the others walked in.

“Yo! Mo, what’s that on your feet?” Nuo put his basket down. He’d noticed how Mo had been dragging his feet and now took a closer look at the beige… “shoes?”

“Uncle Nuo!” Mo turned around excitedly. “These are shoes! I made them myself!” Finally, someone noticed.

“Oh? Really?” Nuo squatted down to examine the shoes. “You made these yourself?”

“Hehe… Uncle Li Feng taught me,” Mo replied shyly, looking down at the straw shoes on his feet.

“Well, that’s still impressive. Who knew our Mo was such a smart kid?” Nuo praised him with a chuckle, patting his head. “So, did you make a pair for your Uncle Nuo too?”

“Uhh… I…” Mo blushed and scratched his head.

“Hah, I knew you hadn’t,” Nuo teased with mock disappointment. But since he’d learned it from Li Feng, Nuo figured the guy probably made some for them too.

Sure enough, Mo nodded. “Uncle Li Feng made a few pairs already.” He wasn’t entirely sure if there were ones for them specifically, but he figured there were.

“Got it. Go check if the baby’s awake,” Nuo said with a smile, making his way toward the kitchen, drawn by the scent.

“Alright, out, out—all of you. Quit crowding the kitchen,” Li Feng said, ushering Li and Nuo out. The kitchen was spacious enough, but it instantly felt cramped with three grown men crammed inside.

Li Feng brought the food to the table: corn cakes, wild vegetable and meat soup with a few extra corn kernels, and a plate of stir-fried wild greens with shredded meat. Coarse grains just tasted better with flavorful side dishes.

Li Feng had planned to leave Li out of the meal, but seeing how exhausted and listless he looked, he couldn’t help blurting out, “Are you feeling unwell or something?”

“No, just remembered what you yelled yesterday at noon.” Li still felt bitter—so close and yet so far. That kind of frustration was the worst.

Li Feng guiltily looked away. But hold on—why was he feeling guilty? If it weren’t for this guy, he wouldn’t have shouted that line at all. Now the entire tribe knew! He was dying of embarrassment. “And whose fault is that, huh? You said we’d still be eating corn cakes that night! You know how hard that cornmeal is to grind? I was desperate, okay? My dignity is ruined!” (As if having a kid didn’t already strip him of all “purity.” Sometimes he forgot he was even a parent and still thought of himself as single.)

“How was I supposed to know you’d go yell it outside?” Li replied, feeling equally wronged.

“Hmph…” Li Feng originally didn’t want to share the corn cakes with him, but thinking it over, he supposed it was partially his fault too. So, with a sulky huff, he begrudgingly accepted the situation. Besides, he’d already made a portion for Li without realizing it.

Then Li, while reaching for a cake, leaned in and whispered in Li Feng’s ear, “How about we continue tonight?” As if that wasn’t enough, he licked his earlobe too.

Li Feng shot him a death glare and clutched his tingling ear. That was his weak spot, dammit! The way that warm breath hit—it nearly made his tailbone shiver. This guy was such a shameless flirt! Honestly, he should’ve let him starve. Giving him food only made him bolder.

Glancing around to make sure no one noticed, Li Feng quickly twisted Li’s waist hard, making him wince. Li Feng pretended not to see anything and just lowered his head to eat.

After the meal, Li Feng brought out the straw shoes he’d made that morning. He handed a pair to Li to try on for size. In the afternoon, he’d make a few more for backup. Straw shoes wore out pretty quickly, after all.

Li shot him a dazzling smile—one so charming that it nearly made Li Feng’s heart flutter. He quickly ducked his head and handed the remaining two pairs to Nuo and Bu, who were eagerly staring at him.

“Li Feng is so biased,” Nuo said, pretending to complain.

“You should consider what kind of relationship they have. If he’s going to be biased toward anyone, of course it’s him. What, should he be biased toward you instead? I wouldn’t want that!” Bu, who was usually quiet and reserved, suddenly blurted out this unexpected line.

Nuo’s face instantly flushed red. Why did Bu suddenly speak so intimately? He was never the type to say sweet things before—what was going on today? Still, he really liked hearing it.

What Nuo didn’t know was that Bu had been provoked. Seeing Nuo casually wandering around in front of him every day with no self-awareness, Bu—whose feelings hadn’t fully matured yet—hadn’t realized his desire for him. So, Bu had decided to take the initiative and confess quickly to secure their relationship. But since he was never good with words, he struggled to express himself, only able to look for opportunities to let his feelings slip out.

Li put on his shoes, but he was still confused about how to tie the laces. Watching him fumble with them, Li Feng knelt down and helped him tie them properly.

As Li watched Li Feng under the sunlight, his features blurred slightly but looked unusually fair and soft. The fine fuzz on his cheeks was visible and exuded a delicate allure. His nose was straight, and from above, Li could only see the faint outlines of those slightly parted lips, the corners curled into a soft smile. His ears were beautifully shaped, appearing translucent under the bright light and tinged with pink. His seductive collarbones, the perfect curve of his back, and his perky butt…

At that moment, every inch of Li Feng seemed breathtakingly beautiful to Li. In the sunlight, he looked like a seductive enchantress, yet still gave off a comforting sense of home.

Once the laces were tied, Li Feng looked up—only to meet Li’s burning gaze that seemed to melt everything it touched. There was even a faint gleam of green in his eyes, like a possessive beast on the prairie.

“Is this our belated token of love?” Li pulled Li Feng straight into his arms, his voice low and husky with suppressed desire. They’d never had enough to eat before, let alone thought about exchanging tokens of affection.

Li Feng felt a little dizzy. Even just his voice could make him feel lightheaded. That magnetic, husky tone sent tingles down his spine again. He couldn’t tell whether it was Li’s chest radiating heat or that sultry voice intoxicating him.

At this most inappropriate moment, both of them were caught up in a wave of emotion. The warmth bubbling up inside made Li Feng unconsciously nod his head.

“Good. When we get back tonight, I’ll have a gift for you too. We’ll continue that ‘unfinished ritual’…” Li Feng’s voice dropped even lower, even more husky. If Bu and the others weren’t nearby, they might have already lost control.

Li pressed a few more kisses on Li Feng’s neck, then gave his butt a firm squeeze before reluctantly withdrawing his hand from under the fur skirt.

Fortunately, Nuo and Bu were still immersed in their own confessional moment and hadn’t noticed the rising passion on Li’s side. They were just one step away from confessing. As long as Bu pushed a little further, they’d become a couple.

As for Mo, they had already gone out with the baby during dinner to play with their little friends. Li Feng wasn’t worried about Mo taking the baby out; after all, Mo was reliable and always put the baby first.

Li Feng sat up from Li’s arms, still feeling a little dazed. Once he finally cleared his head, his face flushed. What on earth had he just done? What had he said yes to?

Covering his face with his hand, he groaned inwardly. Was this… seduction? Why did Li have to be so handsome? Earlier, under the sunlight, his godlike face and that magnetic voice—it was like being put under a spell. He couldn’t remember anything clearly. Oh no… could it be that Li had really mastered some kind of charm magic? Otherwise, how could he be so deadly? He didn’t even know what he’d agreed to. It was terrifying to even think about it.

With his ostrich mentality, Li Feng decided to just pretend he didn’t know anything. So what if I gave you a pair of straw sandals? What token of love? And yet, he’d stupidly nodded and agreed with him. Was his brain fried in pig fat?

Especially that last line—“Continue our unfinished ritual tonight”? What ritual? The only thing unfinished was last night’s… loss of control. Could that be what he meant? Did he… agree to it?

Now Li Feng really wasn’t sure if he had agreed or not. All he knew was that he was doomed. Could he escape it? That guy’s thing, if it went in, wouldn’t it be fatal?

Clearly, he’d forgotten that he already gave birth to a child. What was there to be afraid of? Dying from it would be more surprising!

Maybe he should just cling to the baby tonight… or go sleep with Nuo? Li Feng’s mind raced through all sorts of “self-rescue” plans. Was one moment of weakness all it took to ruin him forever?

Still, to be honest, that guy’s hands were pretty skilled. Especially when you looked at that handsome face and then…

Smack! He slapped his cheeks. Li Feng, what are you thinking? It’s still broad daylight! He finally snapped back to reality. His mind kept replaying the overwhelming pleasure of being touched by Li, something he’d never experienced before. It was addictively enjoyable. Normally, he barely… indulged himself. The few times he had, it was rushed and handled by “Miss Five Fingers”—how pitiful that sounded.

Okay, stop thinking. Stop thinking. But… Li did say he had a gift for him tonight. What could it be? Was there something amazing here he didn’t know about? He was really curious!

Ahhhh! I said stop thinking, and you’re still thinking! Li Feng, pull yourself together! Don’t fall too deep, especially since this isn’t even your body. At this thought, Li Feng’s mind finally sobered up. Li likes this body, right? That’s it!

Yeah! How could he like me? I’m not drop-dead gorgeous. I’m not Feng. I’m just a wandering soul from another world occupying the body of the person he likes! How could Li like me? The one he loves has always been Feng…

Caught in his own tangled emotions, Li Feng failed to realize that his thoughts had drifted far off course. What he should be worrying about was how to survive tonight’s “ritual,” not whether Li liked him or Feng.