RPS – Chapter 49 Dogshit Luck?

Li Feng was pulled into Li’s embrace with force, and his breath was immediately stolen in a deep kiss. His eyes widened as he gazed into Li’s. The thick, curled lashes brushing against his face gently trembled with every change of angle, every deepening of Li’s kiss—and with every flutter, they seemed to tickle straight into his heart.

Li’s eyelashes are really pretty, Li Feng thought. Even better than those enhanced with mascara and curlers in the modern world.

“Still have the mind to think about things?”

Li opened his eyes and saw Li Feng’s slightly dazed expression. He couldn’t help but chuckle. They were kissing this deeply, and he was still distracted? Was his technique not good enough?

To test the theory, Li simply dipped his head again and kissed him—deeper this time. Tongue sweeping, lips pressing relentlessly, leaving Li Feng’s mouth and tongue both completely numb. When Li’s tongue nearly reached his throat, that odd mix of tingling and slight nausea hit Li Feng so hard that, having forgotten to breathe through his nose, he almost fainted.

All he had done was kiss Li on impulse under the seductive moonlight—Li looked too dazzling, and he’d lost his mind for a moment. But he had only wanted a simple kiss! Not this kind of full-on, “consume-you-whole” style kiss!

He tried to push Li away, but was he someone who could be pushed off so easily?
Li Feng had never been stronger than Li, and now, weakened by the kiss, he had no strength left. How could he possibly push him off?

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity. Only when he truly couldn’t breathe anymore and felt like he was about to suffocate did Li finally let go. Li Feng had been planning to bite him in retaliation once that happened—but before he could, Li bit him first on the lips.

Li Feng touched his lips, gasping heavily. His face was flushed bright red—whether from lack of oxygen or something else, who knew. But under the moonlight, in Li’s eyes, it was the most stunning color imaginable.

“Hey, did you really have to go that overboard?”

Finally catching his breath, Li Feng poked Li in the chest and questioned him.
He had just meant to give a single kiss—and Li had turned it into some long, intense affair!

“You kissed me first.”

Li looked at him gently and smiled like he’d just won the lottery. He was positively gleeful. This was the first time Li Feng had taken the initiative to kiss him. Before this, Li had always been the one chasing and kissing him—and Li Feng had always resisted. But now, this voluntary kiss? Li was over the moon.

“I kissed you once. Did you really have to take it that far?”

Li Feng, feeling embarrassed and a little annoyed, licked his lips subconsciously. They were definitely swollen—he could feel the puffiness.

“Since you wanted it, how could I not give it to you?” Li gazed into his eyes and said, “Wait for me tonight. Let the babies sleep with Nuo tonight.”

“What?”

Li Feng was shocked. Is he planning to go all the way again?! No way. He wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed tomorrow!

“No! The babies will definitely cry. Nuo won’t be able to handle them. I’ll take care of them myself.”

The babies were his shield—he absolutely couldn’t let them be taken away!

“Heh, don’t worry. The babies won’t cry.” Li leaned in and whispered into Li Feng’s ear, breath hot and slow. “And this time… you’re the one who wanted it.”

Then he licked Li Feng’s earlobe deliberately.

Li Feng really wanted to slap him. This was a textbook case of “Heaven may forgive natural disasters, but man-made disasters? You’re screwed.”

Truly—in front of beauty, one must stay as unmoved as a stone! Like Liu Xiahui of old, untouched by temptation!

One moment of weakness, and now look—he’d dug his own grave. Li Feng was truly on the verge of tears.

He had only done that once before! And yes, while it had felt pretty good at the time, afterward he just felt… off.

He had actually done it with a man. And not just that—he was the one on the bottom!

He’d tried hard to convince himself it was just an accident. That he wasn’t gay. That he didn’t like men. He didn’t like women either, but still!

If that previous attempt at self-hypnosis had worked at all, it was only because he’d framed it as a one-time, accidental encounter. It didn’t count. It won’t happen again. I don’t like men. I won’t do it again.

But oh, how the heavens love irony.

Maybe it was because of the fright he’d had earlier that day, but Li’s tender care tonight had felt particularly warm and comforting. Then under the moonlight… he’d been seduced by Li’s beauty.

Li was a man, no doubt about it—a man among men. Like a phoenix among roosters, dazzling and dominant.

Yet knowing all that, he’d still been lured in by his glamorous, irresistible face and—just like that—handed himself over.

Li Feng silently cursed himself, but it was too late for regrets now. He could only try to wriggle out of it with excuses.

“Um, maybe not tonight?”

He couldn’t think of a solid reason, so he just fumbled for words.

“Why not?”

Li stared at him with beautiful, intense eyes, noticing his flustered look. Why is Li Feng always rejecting me? Does he really dislike me that much?

“It’s… not very comfortable. And I can’t get up the next day. We still have a lot to prepare for winter.”

“Not comfortable? But that time… you moaned so sweetly. And at the end, you opened up and begged for it several times.”

Li Feng felt like fainting.

“Hey! Can you not say things like that at night?! I said no, and I mean no!”

He looked away from Li’s eyes and caught sight of the injury on his wrist.

“I hurt my hand. I can’t do anything with it.”

Finally! A legitimate and reasonable excuse!

Wasn’t Li being extra gentle lately precisely because of this hand injury?

“That’s fine. I’ll be careful not to touch it.”

Li held his hand and lifted it between them, waving it gently. The wound was on the wrist—if avoided carefully, there’d be no issue.

“We could even tie your hands up tonight, just to be sure.”

“What the—? Who taught you that?! Tying me up now?!”

Li Feng was panicking. Where had he learned this stuff?! He didn’t seem close to anyone, aside from Bu. And Bu wouldn’t suggest this kind of thing, right?! Or… had Li figured it all out himself?

That would be terrifying!

Primal bondage BDSM?! The words flashed bloody and bold in Li Feng’s brain.

“I just don’t want to hurt your hand—or have you accidentally grab me in the heat of the moment.”

Li Feng had grabbed him plenty last time.

He’d even gotten teased by the clan over it when they went out. Fortunately, they were all decent people and hadn’t gone too far with the jokes.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Whatever happened before, let’s not discuss it now. The point is, it’s not happening this time—I’m injured.” Li Feng was very firm, determined to stick to his stance. He absolutely couldn’t be swayed by Li again, especially not by that natural and dangerous charm of his. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall right into that trap again.

“Really not?” Li let out a low sigh and looked at Li Feng. That expression—it was aggrieved, sorrowful, and in his eyes was a hint of green light filled with unsatisfied desire.

“Anyway, not today.” Li Feng, under Li’s gaze, felt a bit guilty and a little soft-hearted. He simply avoided looking at him and gave this reply directly, then quickly turned to go back inside the house.

“Not today? So tomorrow or the day after is okay?” Li shouted after Li Feng’s back.

Li Feng didn’t dare answer this time. He pretended not to hear and hurried his steps, nearly fleeing the scene. If he claimed he didn’t hear it, he could just deny it later.

Only Li was left behind, yelling some kind of tune in an unknown key, then dutifully fulfilling the role of a “little husband” by focusing on washing the dishes. Maybe he’d get a reward after finishing?

As for whether Li Feng really got out of it later—well, judging from how he couldn’t walk properly for two days, it’s clear he didn’t. He couldn’t stand properly or sit properly, all because a certain “chrysanthemum” was in bloom. One wrong move and that flower might’ve been ruined.

Autumn was already turning bleak, and it was time to start preparing for the winter. When it comes to surviving winter, the most important thing is food, followed by warmth. While autumn hadn’t completely passed yet, winter wouldn’t be far behind. They had a good handle on food preparation, but for warmth—they were at a loss.

Animal hides were good, sure, but if you wore nothing underneath and just wrapped yourself in one, it would still be cold. So Li Feng was genuinely unsure how to keep warm. In autumn, they could wear deer hide or other thinner furs, but what about winter? Though they had all kinds of hides, it wasn’t guaranteed they’d be warm enough—especially for legs and feet.

Li Feng gathered all the animal and plant tendons they had saved up for use as thread and began sewing all sorts of clothes he could think of—especially for Baby and Mo. Those two were still little and couldn’t afford to get cold. When sewing hides before, Li Feng had always made wide, sparse stitches, but this time he was exceptionally careful. The bone needles or fishbone needles available were either too soft or too blunt to easily pierce thick hides. Still, to keep out the wind and ensure warmth, Li Feng used all his strength. He had to be extra cautious not to break the bone needles—those were hard to make.

Thanks to recent hunting success, they had stored up quite a few hides. But the ones best suited for keeping warm in winter were sheepskins, tiger skins, wolf hides, and bear hides. They had a few fox pelts, but not many. Foxes and martens were clever and small, hard to catch, and not worth the effort—no meat on them. Li and the others wouldn’t waste time hunting such small prey.

The ones they did have were mostly caught by accident in traps. Li Feng planned to use a few of the fox pelts to make neck warmers for Baby and Mo. He didn’t have to do much—just clean them up, then wrap them around their necks. Baby and Mo were small, so they didn’t need much hide. The fox pelts would be enough to make them clothes, and any leftovers could become knee warmers. Protecting the knees in winter was essential to avoid rheumatism, which could be a lifelong problem.

Li Feng picked out a red fox pelt and placed it against Baby’s body to see if it fit. Baby loved the bright red fur instantly, opened his little mouth to nibble it, and gripped it tightly in his chubby hands.

The red fur against Baby’s soft white skin made him look even more tender and lively. “Baby, let’s use this one to make you a little outfit, okay?” Li Feng kissed Baby’s big eyes and smiled warmly.

It was unclear if the little bun understood, but he was clearly excited. He clung to the fur with both hands, biting at it and trying to roll over with his tiny body to pin it down, as if that would keep it from escaping. Then he looked up at Li Feng and babbled excitedly, drooling all over the fur.

“Baby, you like this one too? Then we’ll use it! You’ll be the cutest baby when you wear it,” Li Feng said, imagining the adorable sight of Baby wrapped in red fur. Surely, he would be the most adorable in the whole tribe.

Mo clapped and laughed from the side. Baby was already the cutest, and now with that red fox pelt, he looked even prettier. Mo wondered how it would look once Uncle Li Feng finished sewing it—would it look even better?

“Mo, you get one too. Come see which one you like,” Li Feng said, holding up the pelts to the smiling Mo beside him. This little guy wasn’t concerned about himself at all—Li Feng had to prompt him to give an opinion! If he hadn’t asked, Mo wouldn’t have remembered to say anything.

Mo reached out and touched the smooth fur. Most of it was reddish with patches of white—fluffy and very comfortable to the touch. The skin was thin and perfect for making coats or collars. For two small children like them, the size of the pelts was just right.

“Mmm, this one feels really nice. Uncle Li Feng, you choose for me—same as Baby is fine,” Mo said after feeling the pelt over and over. It was so comfortable—it was no wonder Baby wouldn’t let go.

“Okay, I’ll make the same style for both of you,” Li Feng nodded. Honestly, the most he could manage was a simple garment. Still, the fox pelts really were nice—soft to the touch. No wonder so many people in the modern world wanted fox fur collars and coats. Real fox or mink furs were highly prized among the wealthy. He had never even touched one in his previous life, and now here he was, making clothes with them. It felt like a bit of a waste in his hands. He had to be extra careful not to ruin such beautiful material.

There was still some time before winter arrived, so Li Feng was working steadily on the fur clothing—not rushing. But when it came to shoes, he really had no clue. Wearing straw sandals in winter was absolutely out of the question. Even wrapping them with hide wouldn’t work—the feet would still get too cold, especially since they had to go out hunting in snow and wind. Their feet would freeze and rot if they weren’t careful. He needed a solution.

As he walked to fetch water, Li Feng pondered. But he wasn’t paying attention and nearly slipped into the river. The water in the middle was deep, but luckily he was near the edge. Even so, his straw sandals got soaked. He quickly took them off and set them aside to dry. The river water was getting cold already, but he wasn’t in a hurry to return. Everyone was home today—Baby and Mo would be looked after.

So Li Feng lay on the riverbank, soaking in the last of the warm sunlight, eyes closed, resting and thinking.

Without realizing it, he started dozing off. Then suddenly, his nose itched. He scratched it absently, thinking nothing of it. But a moment later, his lips itched too. Another scratch. Then again. This time, Li Feng had no choice but to open his eyes, thoroughly annoyed.

And when he did, he finally saw what had been bothering him—he couldn’t help but laugh in delight. What a surprise! Could this be the legendary dumb luck? Or rather, as the saying goes: “You search high and low only to find it when you least expect it!”