Chapter 58

The Crazy Artist 3, The Urn's Reappearance

After Mofei laid Angell on the bed, he seemed a bit nervous, unsure of his next move, feeling his heartbeat quicken. He instinctively started to tidy Angell's hair, whispering softly, "Angell."

Angell looked up at Mofei, smiling faintly, and asked, "Mofei, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Mofei thought for a moment and replied, "Uh... nothing, really."

Angell's lips curled into a smile, and he gently touched Mofei's collar, asking, "What do you truly wish to do, then?"

"Can I do anything I want?" Mofei inquired.

Angell looked up, his smile widening slowly, "I might consider it."

Mofei declared, "I want to do the most intimate thing with you."

"Hmm," Angell seemed to ponder seriously. Seeing Mofei's anxious expression, he asked, "Can you give me a reason to agree?"

Mofei looked at Angell for a long while, then said, "I love you."

Angell couldn't help but smile, replying, "Hmm... I can accept that reason."

"Really?" Mofei asked in surprise, looking at Angell.

"Yes," Angell nodded, "I happen to love you too, so it should be acceptable."

Hearing Angell's words, 'I happen to love you too,' Mofei felt as if a string in his brain had snapped, his breathing growing rapid.

Just then, the sound of the doorbell echoed from downstairs.

Mofei frowned, but Angell smiled and said, "Mofei, it seems someone doesn't want you to get your wish."

With a dark expression, Mofei said, "I'll go answer the door."

"Why bother with the door?" Angell asked, "Didn't you lock it? They can't get in."

Mofei stared at Angell for a long time, then said, "Well... it might be something important."

"Oh," Angell nodded, "So... you're afraid."

Mofei sighed softly, "Angell... don't you regret it."

"Regret what?" Angell asked with a laugh, wriggling on the bed, "Mofei, you're so slow... Ah!"

Before he could finish, Angell was startled and turned his head to see Mofei flipping him over, kissing down his nape and spine, saying, "Angell, I won't stop, your fussing is useless."

Lying on the bed, Angell felt Mofei's gentle bites from his shoulder down, kissing his back and waist, growing more forceful yet with slightly trembling hands, as if restraining himself. Angell teased, "Mofei, what are you afraid of?"

Mofei paused and looked at Angell.

Angell propped his chin with one hand, tracing Mofei's brows and eyes with the other, "I want to see your wildest side, your most primal self. What do you really want to do now?"

Mofei gazed at him for a long while, then his eyes gradually brightened. He reached out, pulled at the sash tied around Angell's waist, and bound his hands.

Angell blinked and asked, "Mofei, I told you to let loose, and you really did? I like gentleness, I want to see your restraint."

Mo Fei rubbed his head impatiently and said, "Anger, are you tormenting me again? What exactly do you want?"

Anger pondered for a moment, then suggested, "Well, let me think, how about we continue with body painting?" As he spoke, he gently touched the swollen lower side of Mo Fei's belly and said, "Try to bear it."

Mo Fei took a deep breath, utterly annoyed by Anger. He wanted to roar and pin him down, but then he saw Anger yawning and saying, "So sleepy."

Mo Fei hesitated again, unable to bring himself to act, and simply sat there, lost in thought.

As Mo Fei zoned out, Anger stretched out his foot and hooked Mo Fei's waist with his toes, asking, "Hey, help me up, and untie the rope, will you?"

Mofei turned to look at him and asked, "So, are you not doing it anymore?"

Anger blinked and asked, "Do you want to?"

Mo Fei nodded earnestly.

"Then I don't want to," Anger said with a mischievous smile.

"What if I don’t want to?" Mo Fei countered.

Anger, supporting his chin, pondered for a while, "Then I might consider it."

"So you just want to contradict me, right?" Mo Fei asked helplessly.

"Yes," Anger replied with a smile, "Mo Fei, you’re so cute when you're anxious!"

Finally, a smile appeared on Mo Fei's face. He nodded and asked, "Anger, you want the rope untied, right?"

"Yes," Anger nodded.

"Anger," Mo Fei leaned in, smoothing Anger’s hair, and said, "You’re really too naughty. Today... I must teach you a good lesson!" With that, he untied the rope in Anger's hand, then pressed his hands against the headboard, tying them to the posts.

"What are you doing?" Anger demanded with a stern face. "You should listen to me!"

"Why should I listen to you?" Mo Fei reached out to pinch his cheek. "I told you, I'd teach you a lesson!"

As he spoke, Mo Fei’s hands glided over Anger’s pale arms, kissing around the shoulders. Anger shifted and said, "Mo Fei, you're disobedient. You're a slave!"

Mo Fei raised an eyebrow, "Rebellion! Now it’s time to properly discipline the master!"

"I never said you could rebel!" Anger exclaimed angrily.

"Are you challenging me or rebelling?" Mo Fei captured Anger's lips in a kiss, stripping off his clothes, revealing themselves to each other, entwining intimately. Anger felt the heat radiating from Mo Fei, wrinkled his nose, and looked away.

"Anger, be more engaged," Mo Fei said, eyeing him. "Otherwise, I’ll tease you even more!"

Anger raised an eyebrow, unafraid, and rubbed his knee against him, "Mo Fei, you're losing control."

"You know I'm out of control and still provoke me?" Mo Fei sat up, "Anger, why is your nature so wicked? Aren’t you afraid I’ll go mad?!"

Tied to the headboard, clothes in disarray, Anger's fair skin shifted slightly as he laughed, "Mo Fei, it’s freezing."

Mo Fei held his forehead and sighed deeply, reaching for a blanket to cover him.

Anger quirked the corner of his mouth, "I don’t want the blanket."

Mo Fei looked bewildered.

Anger’s lips parted slightly, "I want you."

Mo Fei took a deep breath and leaned in, only to hear Anger say again, "You’re too heavy, I still want the blanket."

"Anger," Mo Fei looked at him for a moment, sighed deeply, and said earnestly, "You’re in big trouble today!" He then reached for a silk sheet beside them and blindfolded Anger.

"What are you doing?" Anger, now unable to see, sounded a bit anxious.

"Do you want to see?" Mo Fei asked.

"Yes," Anger nodded, "Take it off me."

"I’ll deliberately not take it off," Mo Fei mimicked Anger's tone.

Anger fell silent.

Mo Fei’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, "Anger, just feel... what I really want to do now!" He then lowered his head, using his lips and tongue to slowly trace the beautiful contours of Anger’s body, not missing any detail, including the most intimate spots.

……

"Mmm."

The silky sheet rustled with suggestive friction, accompanied by the seductive breaths from the bed.

Anger lay back on the bed, a silk blanket covering his eyes, his meaningless struggles only serving to excite Mo Fei more. Anger's lips were slightly swollen from Mo Fei's unrestrained kisses, now parting slowly, eliciting alluring sighs under Mo Fei's kisses and caresses.

Mo Fei's hands mercilessly explored every sensitive spot on Anger, causing him to cry out intermittently. His voice was still slightly hoarse. Now, those slender fingers were venturing into uncharted territories, each insertion of lubricant mixed with the malicious play of fingers, along with fervent kisses on his body. Anger's body trembled uncontrollably, gasping and moaning, at Mo Fei's mercy.

"Ah..." Mo Fei teased him wickedly, causing Anger to shiver. A trace of white fluid slowly appeared on his abdomen, provoking Mo Fei's light laughter, "Anger, you really are sensitive."

Yet, Mo Fei's misdeeds continued. This prolonged teasing lasted for over half an hour. Anger had already been forced to release twice, his body completely out of control, dominated by Mo Fei.

Seizing the aftermath of Anger's second release, Mo Fei withdrew his now torturous fingers and replaced them with something even more unbearable for Anger, slowly pushing in.

"Ah..."

Anger felt Mo Fei's intrusion, a mixture of domination and tenderness. He already felt the weakness in his waist and knees, but Mo Fei, clearly just getting started, maliciously refused a quick end, instead teasingly hovering and grinding at the entrance.

"Mmm."

Suddenly, just as Anger began to relax, Mo Fei thrust deeply, hitting the very end...

Anger couldn't help but frown and moan softly. Mo Fei slowly lifted the blanket from his eyes, kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked, "Anger, how does it feel?"

Anger slightly parted his lips, saying nothing, but his eyes defiantly met Mo Fei’s. He resented Mo Fei's control, who had gone from being compliant to a ravenous wolf, intent on devouring him.

"Not talking?" Mo Fei pressed down, slowly withdrawing and entering again, deliberately intensifying the force and speed, causing Anger to grip the straps and tilt his head back. Mo Fei kissed his neck, unleashing his wild side, claiming Anger furiously until the moans in his ears became uncontrollable.

Mo Fei's torment was evidently just beginning, and Anger finally realized that Mo Fei was a natural devil, his tormenting skills innate.

"Mmm..."

"Anger, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time," Mo Fei spoke in a low, calm voice. "You’re quite suitable for being tied up..."

Anger opened his half-closed eyes, looking at Mo Fei, "Mo Fei, are you still holding back?"

Their eyes met, and Mo Fei suddenly felt a rush of panic, hugging him tightly, leaving his mark of possession inside him.

Anger clearly felt something warm left inside by Mo Fei and laughed, "Mo Fei, are you happy?"

"Anger," Mo Fei sounded somewhat helpless, nibbling on his ear as if struggling, "Stop tempting me. I fear I can't control myself."

Anger responded with a provocative, tempting smile.

Mo Fei took a deep breath, not giving him a moment to breathe. He untied the ropes binding Anger, flipped him over, and pressed down, continuing his misdeeds... once, and then again...

Unnoticed, night had fallen, and Mo Fei realized the room was in darkness, Anger's beautiful face gradually becoming indistinct. He got up to turn on the light.

The harsh white light outlined Anger's figure on the bed, the red marks on his pale skin, his languid, tired expression, and the slightly red-tinged whiteness between his legs.

Mo Fei shook his head, acknowledging he had indeed lost control, but fortunately, he had been careful with his strength. Even in the chaos, he reminded himself never to hurt Anger... though some harm was inevitable.

Mo Fei carried Anger to the bathroom for a wash. After changing the bedsheets and duvet, he called Xia Qi for advice on post-activity care, knowing Anger's frail health could lead to fever.

After carefully medicating Anger, Mo Fei also gave him an anti-inflammatory pill. He then thought about going downstairs to prepare food, considering Anger would be hungry when he woke up, especially after missing dinner and their intense "activity."

"Anger, sleep. I'll get you something to eat," Mo Fei whispered in Anger's ear.

"Mm," was Anger's response, unwilling to let go.

Eventually, Mo Fei had no choice but to crawl back under the covers and sleep with Anger.

Half an hour later, when Anger was soundly asleep, Mo Fei quietly got up to cook porridge, thinking of getting something nicer for Anger to eat, perhaps a fish from the supermarket, which was likely still open. With that thought, Mo Fei opened the door, planning to visit the nearby supermarket. But upon opening the front door, he found a small box on the doorstep...

Mo Fei frowned, picking up the familiar box - similar to one he had received before, a brown, intricately designed urn, resembling a coffin.

Mo Fei examined the box, seeing no one at the door.

After some thought, he locked the door, placed the urn on the table, and rushed into Anger's bedroom. Seeing Anger still sleeping soundly, he sighed in relief, locked the glass door, and had Ace guard by Anger's bed while he went downstairs.

Mo Fei did not open the urn, instead turning to cook in the kitchen.

After preparing some simple food and eating, he went upstairs.

Anger was still asleep, and Mo Fei, not wanting to wake him, undressed and lay down, waiting to make food for Anger when he awoke.

Mo Fei lay with wide eyes, quietly watching Anger in his arms, contentedly recalling every detail of their time together.

He slowly closed his eyes... That night, Mo Fei had a strange dream. He dreamt of being pressed down by something, struggling to breathe, then floating into a square box, a coffin. The light was blocked by a wooden lid, followed by hammering sounds.

Mo Fei saw darkness, a sense of despair washing over him. Anger was not by his side, causing panic... He tried to push the lid but couldn't, feeling suffocated, his consciousness fading...

"Mo Fei!" Just as he felt he was about to die, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Anger..." Mo Fei abruptly opened his eyes and sat up... The room was bright, morning had arrived.

"Hah... hah..." Mo Fei gasped rapidly, taking a while to regain his senses. He realized he was lying in Anger's bedroom, on the bed. Turning his head, he saw Anger lying beside him, wide-eyed and curiously watching him, already awake.

"Anger." Mo Fei lay back down and instinctively glanced at the wall clock. It was already past nine in the morning of the next day.

Mo Fei turned his face to look at Anger.

"What's wrong?" Anger snuggled closer and asked lazily, "Had a nightmare?"

"Anger..." Mo Fei embraced Anger and whispered, "Had a strange dream... It's nothing. How about you?"

"What about me?" Anger, still somewhat displeased, turned over, feeling a pain in his back. Mo Fei moved closer and hugged him. "Anger, I still want to..."

Angler wrapped himself in a blanket, glaring intently at Mofei.

Mo Fei, feeling helpless, sat up and said, "I'll go make something to eat. Do you want to eat in bed or get up?"

"I don't want to eat in bed, but I also don't want to get up." Anger said, deliberately being difficult. Mo Fei, with no other choice, fetched clothes for Anger, dressed him, and then carried him downstairs.

Setting Anger down on the soft sofa, Mo Fei went to the kitchen to warm up the food. Ais came to greet Anger affectionately, and while Anger was petting its neck, his eyes drifted to the urn on the table.

"Mo Fei," Anger asked, "did you dream about a coffin?"

"How did you know?" Mo Fei rushed out, eyes wide, and saw Anger looking at the urn on the table. Mo Fei took the urn, placed it on the table, and told Anger, "It was left at the door last night."

Anger nodded and said, "Open it. Let's see what tasteless thing that weirdo has sent us this time."