Chapter 97: It’s not dirty; if it’s yours, I love it.

Chapter 97: It's not dirty; if it's yours, I love it.

The surroundings were shrouded in profound darkness. No light penetrated, except for the cold moonlight casting its glow. Ying Li couldn't see Qi Xie's face clearly, but he could discern the burning passion in his eyes, as if intending to set ablaze even his rationale.

The tide of emotions surged silently in the desolate setting.

Ying Li's ears were filled with the sound of his pounding heart. Fear gripped him, rendering him motionless as he stared unwaveringly at Qi Xie's flushed face drawing closer.

"I'm going to kiss you."

He was entirely enveloped in a scent as cool and crisp as the first snowfall.

For someone so detached from emotions, how could his lips be so warm and soft?

Soft strands of hair brushed against his eyelids, lips met and parted, all within less than a second.

It could hardly be called a kiss; it was merely a brush against his lips.

Qi Xie held Ying Li's face with both hands, with a treasured and solemn touch, as if cradling a delicate porcelain doll. His thumb affectionately caressed Ying Li's cheek, taking in every nuance of his expression.

Ying Li was slightly stunned. Was that all?

Qi Xie's demeanor was so intense; Ying Li thought he would've been kissed without restraint.

Then, the second kiss arrived as expected. It was brief once more, with Qi Xie's teeth gently grazing Ying Li's lips.

Ying Li furrowed his brow, his heart pounding.

"May I use my tongue?"

Ying Li remained silent, knowing that his refusal would be pointless. Qi Xie wasn't seeking permission; he was merely announcing his next move.

The third kiss saw Qi Xie's tongue making its entrance, its warm and moist tip tracing the seam of Ying Li's lips leisurely, savoring him like a sweet candy. With meticulous care, he coaxed Ying Li's lips to part but never fully invaded with his tongue.

Just as shivers radiated from Ying Li's nerve endings, Qi Xie retreated, leaving Ying Li's lips glistening and slightly parted.

Ying Li's breath came in short gasps. This teasing dance of almost-kissing felt like a torment. Just as a subtle change coursed through him, it was suppressed, making him feel unbearably restless.

Could it be that Qi Xie knew of his fondness for kisses and was deliberately tantalizing him?

He let out a soft moan and weakly pushed, seemingly attempting to distance himself from Qi Xie, but a sudden grip on his nape forced him to tilt his head back, his exquisite face flushed.

With dazed eyes, Ying Li gazed at Qi Xie's face, raising a hand to block the impending kiss.

Trembling, with a velvety voice, he murmured, "Don't... don't kiss me."

"Why?"

Realizing he was on the brink of succumbing to the pleasure Qi Xie induced, Ying Li strained to create distance between them and managed to ask, despite the racing of his heart, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you 'why'?"

Qi Xie was like a mathematical problem for which he couldn't find a solution. He was inscrutable.

"Why did you kiss me?" Ying Li obsessively grappled with this question.

Qi Xie replied, "Because I like you."

He was fully aware of his feelings for Ying Li.

Liking someone means wanting to be close to them regardless of everything. It means involuntarily yearning to hold hands, embrace, kiss, and even to share more intimate touches upon seeing them.

He liked Ying Li, so naturally, he wanted to have intimate contact with him.

He saw nothing wrong with that.

Ying Li had heard Qi Xie say he liked him several times. Still, whenever he heard it, his heart couldn't help but race.

Ying Li then asked, "How much do you like me?"

"A lot. I really like you."

Afraid that Ying Li might not grasp the extent, Qi Xie added, "Three hundred percent."

Ying Li's heart fluttered, a wave of indescribable emotions surged within him. "Why three hundred?"

Qi Xie explained, "I like you a hundred percent in the morning, another hundred in the afternoon, and a hundred more in the evening. That adds up to three hundred."

All day and night, every single moment, he cherished him.

With that deep, magnetic voice and such a handsome face, his words could easily beguile. But Ying Li wasn't blinded by his sweet nothings. They hadn't known each other for long. The first time they met, Qi Xie was aloof to the point of indifference. How could he possibly like him to the tune of three hundred percent?

Ying Li was skeptical, yet he didn't feel the need to argue with Qi Xie.

"Your affection hasn't brought me joy; instead, it's caused me distress."

"I never accepted your confession. We're nothing to each other. I've clearly rejected you, yet you kiss me and touch me."

"You come off as very..." Ying Li struggled to find the right words to describe Qi Xie's audacious and shameless behavior, "very casual."

A glint flashed in Qi Xie's eyes. "Casual?"

Ying Li nodded, his tone unparalleled in its seriousness, "Yes, very casual, very frivolous."

With his bright eyes fixed on Qi Xie, Ying Li tried to discern something from his face. "Is this how you approach everyone? Immediately asking if they'd sleep with you? Forcing a kiss without even checking if they're willing?"

He was quite blunt with his words, fearing subtlety would be lost on Qi Xie.

"No, I only want to be with you, only want to sleep with you, only want to kiss you." Qi Xie's breathing grew heavy, "I've never said this to anyone else."

Ying Li was taken aback, even more incredulous. "So you've only bullied me? You don't treat others this way, just me?"

"Yes."

Ying Li took a deep breath.

"I always thought I had done something to upset you, that's why you treated me that way. Turns out, it wasn't my fault." Reflecting on it, Ying Li felt a wave of shame. "Do you have any idea how distraught I was during that time?"

Qi Xie asked, "I don't know. What made you upset? Were you uncomfortable when I touched or kissed you?"

"It was... comforting..." Ying Li, unconsciously swayed by Qi Xie's logic, replied with a flushed face, "But physical comfort and emotional comfort are different. We barely knew each other then, and right off the bat, you said you wanted to touch me. I was so overwhelmed I agreed without fully understanding your intentions."

"Even though you didn't... go all the way, still..."

He felt like dough being kneaded mercilessly, subjected to those intrusive, malevolent gazes. Every inch of him had been seen and touched. After Qi Xie released him, he thought it was over, but the next day he was dragged into an alley, and then the day after that, and the one after...

From that day on, he felt entangled by Qi Xie, like a snake ensnaring its prey.

Ying Li stated, "Afterwards, you only became more aggressive. It was truly detestable."

"Yes, very detestable." Unable to refute, Qi Xie appeasingly kissed Ying Li's cheek, "I'm sorry, now I understand..."

Ying Li dodged, his voice carrying a mix of tears and resentment, "What do you know? You know nothing! You don't understand anything. You're so wicked. Why are you so cruel?"

Ying Li was on the verge of tears, his eyes misty. Was Qi Xie's illness a justification for tormenting him?

He'd held onto that resentment, only finding an outlet to vent it today.

Qi Xie's eyes deepened, "So, you started despising me from then?"

"Yes, I really loathed you. I never imagined you could be such a deplorable person. Is that all you think about? Every day pondering..." Ying Li felt deeply embarrassed, "Pondering how to sleep with others? You're so lewd."

There's an innate licentious aura about Qi Xie, completely contradicting his aloof demeanor.

"Not 'others', just you. I've never thought of anyone else that way. The moment I see you, those thoughts invade my mind." Qi Xie closed his eyes momentarily, his voice barely audible, "I'm lewd, my thoughts are impure, I can't help but think that way."

He couldn't control his desire to possess.

He laid bare his desires, his expression solemn and tender, calling out his name.

"I just want to be with Ying Li in bed."

"I really want to be with Ying Li in bed."

Qi Xie's words became more and more outrageous. Outraged and embarrassed, Ying Li quickly covered his mouth, "Stop talking."

Every time he hears such words, he blushes and his heart races. The redder his cheeks become, the clearer his thoughts: "You're only interested in my body."

Qi Xie blurted out, "No, I like everything about you. I really do, very much so."

"Do you even know what liking someone means? You said you bullied me because you liked me, and now you treat me this way and still claim to like me." Ying Li's eyes welled up with tears, "You might just want to sleep with me, not truly like me... This isn’t how one shows affection..."

He suddenly felt heartbroken, as if a heavy stone weighed on his chest. He couldn't understand why he felt so upset and on the verge of tears, as if realizing that Qi Xie was only interested in his body.

Qi Xie didn't really like him.

He felt so stifled that he could hardly breathe.

He was trapped in his own assumptions.

The tears that landed in the palm of his hand were like shattered pearls. Qi Xie felt a sharp, unprecedented pain, as if his heart had been torn open.

He had upset Ying Li again.

His eyes instantly reddened. While gently kissing the tears that moistened Ying Li's eyes, he frantically tried to explain.

"I like you."

"I like you three hundred percent."

"It's not just about being in bed with you. I love everything we do together, truly."

"Please, don’t cry."

"I'll prove it to you. I'll learn how to love you properly."

"Stop crying."

Qi Xie's tone was humble and fervent, bordering on incoherence, with his words jumbled and lacking any logical order.

It was the first time Ying Li had seen him so utterly disoriented. Was it because he saw him cry?

Fearing Ying Li might leave, Qi Xie clutched his shoulders and said anxiously, "I'm a quick learner. Just wait for me, will you?"

That 'will you' again.

Ying Li wanted to say 'no'; he didn't want to wait.

He didn’t want to wait at all.

When would he learn to like, to genuinely cherish him?

The salty tears gradually trickled into their mouths. Qi Xie tenderly licked away the tears from Ying Li's eyes and forehead, uttering numerous words of comfort.

Under such solace, Ying Li's emotions gradually stabilized, and he slowly stopped crying.

"Did you learn everything?" Ying Li looked at him, cheeks flushed and eyes still glistening with tears, "Taking me to see fireworks and blue tears, even the way you kiss me, did you learn all that?"

"Not entirely. Taking you out was my idea, but the kissing, yes," Qi Xie admitted honestly, "I've never kissed anyone before; I didn’t know how to make it comfortable for you."

So the way he kissed was learned...

Ying Li, in disbelief and somewhat embarrassed, asked, "Where did you learn it?"

"From some risqué videos." Qi Xie replied, his eyes soft, looking intently at him, "Have you seen them?"

Ying Li hesitated, then shook his head: "No."

Initially, he'd only sought knowledge about the subject "after the fact", never having watched any related films. Partly, he felt too embarrassed to watch, and on the other hand, he believed he didn’t need to; he had little interest in that realm.

With a serious expression, Qi Xie said, "I have watched, quite a lot." He had learned a fair bit too.

"It's good that I learned; I'll ensure you enjoy it."

The night was deep and dark, and Ying Li knew that Qi Xie couldn’t possibly see him, yet his face grew even hotter from Qi Xie's words.

For some inexplicable reason, Ying Li uttered a soft "mm-hmm", a sound so delicate it tugged at one’s heartstrings.

His tacit approval seemed to break the invisible barrier between them.

The air was thick with a romantic tension, and every hint of ambiguity got swept up in its vortex.

Suddenly, Qi Xie asked, "Would you like to inspect? Teacher Ying?"

Ying Li's heart raced uncontrollably, "Inspect what?"

"The results of my studies."

Ying Li had to admit, his attitude towards Qi Xie had shifted considerably.

He wasn't sure if he enjoyed Qi Xie's kisses or if he simply cherished the sensation of a kiss itself. But deep down, he knew not just anyone could kiss him.

"Let me kiss you."

Qi Xie, too, seemed to have reached his limit. With faltering restraint, he planted a soft kiss on Ying Li's forehead before passionately pressing his lips against his.

Ying Li felt like a ship tossed in a tempest, coming to a sudden halt the moment Qi Xie kissed him.

It was as if a snowflake melted on his lips. The spreading moisture invaded him, making Ying Li's lips and spine tingle with intense sensations, instinctively gripping Qi Xie's arm.

Qi Xie's kiss was intense and fervent, in stark contrast to his earlier tentative exploration. He poured himself entirely into the act, nibbling and grinding against Ying Li's lips, while deftly twirling and caressing Ying Li's pliant, yielding tongue.

The sultry, ambiguous wet sounds echoed in their ears, leaving Ying Li dazed, every muscle in his body slackening.

This was their second kiss, and each one Qi Xie gave was deeper and more insistent than the last. His tongue seemed to want to delve down Ying Li's throat, audaciously swirling inside his mouth, meticulously attending to every nook and cranny, drawing out Ying Li's saliva with an insatiable thirst.

In this dominant and overwhelming kiss, Ying Li felt the full force of Qi Xie's possessive desire. Just when he thought the kiss couldn't get any deeper, Qi Xie proved him wrong. Their saliva mingled; Ying Li tasted nothing but Qi Xie.

Beneath their feet, the soft sand felt like clouds, making Ying Li's legs wobble uncontrollably. The knuckles of the hand clutching Qi Xie's clothing were turning white.

The kiss was long and passionate.

Somehow, amidst the fervor, they found themselves sitting on the ground.

He still wasn't adept at pacing his breath during such deep kisses, and he felt like he might suffocate.

Grasping at Qi Xie's hand, moisture glinted in Ying Li's eyes. He tried to speak, but the sound that escaped his lips was a soft moan, "Mmm..."

In the haze of passion, Qi Xie opened his eyes to see Ying Li's eyelashes fluttering, reminiscent of a butterfly poised to take flight. As if he had kissed every strand of Ying Li's hair, and realizing Ying Li was almost breathless, Qi Xie hesitated before reluctantly releasing him.

The cold air rushed into Ying Li's lungs, making him cough several times in quick succession.

They were seated on Qi Xie's coat. Ying Li's pale face was flushed from the lack of oxygen, and as he rested in Qi Xie's embrace, he took deep, ragged breaths. Traces of saliva lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Qi Xie soothed him by rubbing his back. Catching a glimpse of Ying Li's slightly parted mouth and the tremble of his tongue, he couldn't resist giving it a quick suck, "Did you have chocolate?"

"No... no," Ying Li replied hazily, "I had milk tea, cocoa-flavored."

With a spellbound gaze, Qi Xie licked the corner of Ying Li's lips, savoring every trace of saliva, "So sweet, so fragrant."

Ying Li took about five minutes to gather himself.

Their current posture was rather peculiar. Ying Li was seated on Qi Xie's waist, with his legs bent and kneeling on the sand. He nestled entirely into Qi Xie's embrace, and as unconventional as it might have been, there was an undeniable sense of security in this hold.

Ying Li slightly hunched his shoulders, realizing he still clutched the fabric of Qi Xie's shirt near his chest. He suddenly let go, but the moment his hands were empty, a wave of anxiety overcame him.

He needed to hold onto something.

He was entirely under Qi Xie's control.

His eyes were moist, his body damp, and his emotions turbulent.

He couldn't discern if the salty tang in the air was from him or the seawater.

Qi Xie's long, elegant fingers were dampened by Ying Li's touch. With a gentle firmness, Qi Xie teased, "The little one has grown up."

Blushing, Ying Li avoided his gaze, "Did you learn to say things like that?"

"Mm," Qi Xie nuzzled him again, "There are even more embarrassing things I can say. Want to hear?"

"No," Ying Li promptly covered his ears.

Then, amidst the shimmering light, he saw Qi Xie, with the tip of his crimson tongue, meticulously clean his glistening fingers one by one.

Ying Li gazed at him, lost in thought, and murmured, "So dirty..."

"It's not dirty; I like to lick it."

"If it's yours, I like it."

A note from the author:

I swear this is our last quarrel.