“I don’t want to stop. I want to fuck you for the rest of my life. Ge, I want to keep your legs spread so that I can always fuck you. I want you. I only want you… It feels so good… Xie-ge, you make me feel so good…”
He was well aware that to Xie Qingcheng, the fact that he loved him was a burden, not worth saying out loud.
Xie Qingcheng wouldn’t accept him. He didn’t even want to see him again.
The very thought of Xie Qingcheng getting fucked sent a subtle thrill through his cerebral cortex, as if some nerve had been struck with a jolt of electricity.
And as she wrapped her arms around Xie Qingcheng’s waist, clinging to him as she cried out her troubles…
Every detail of the scene…was reflected in that youth’s dark pupils.
He asked, “Ge, can I fuck you?”
Xie Qingcheng ignored him.
He asked again, and Xie Qingcheng still ignored him.
He Yu continued to pester him, kissing him again and again, amorously thrusting his hips against him, his lustful intent patently obvious.
He Yu’s mouth brushed against the side of Xie Qingcheng’s ear, and because neither of them reacted in time, his warm lips even touched Xie Qingcheng’s cheek.
His sentence was interrupted when He Yu suddenly reached out and hugged him around the waist.
“I don’t want to. I don’t want to go. I’ll be all alone at home. I want to stay here. When Li Ruoqiu had nowhere to go, you took her in, so why can’t you do the same for me…?”
“Ge, it serves you right for provoking me, just as it serves that woman right not to have you. You shouldn’t have paid her any attention. Your house is so small; if you’re going to take someone in, it should be me… Only I can enter your den.”
He Yu stroked Xie Qingcheng’s brow and forehead again and again, as though cupping handfuls of sweet spring water for the beast in his heart that was dying of thirst, but it was far from enough…so far from enough.
One day, after finishing a five-kilometer cross-country run with a sandbag strapped to his back, he finally realized that he was no longer patient zero. He was Xie Qingcheng.
At that moment, it was practically impossible for these two maniacs to communicate. It was like they were each venting their emotions on their own separate channels, two torrents unable to ever make contact.
When He Yu looked back up, his eyes fell on Xie Qingcheng’s bent neck. It was pale, nearly translucent porcelain in color. There was a tiny crimson mole on the back of his neck, off to the side.
“You are my father’s old friend, my personal physician, and also someone that I’ve fucked. To you, I have to be special. So in the future, don’t let me hear you ask ‘who are you to me’ ever again.”