Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Lan Yexing agreed without much hesitation.

After showering, Lan Yexing buried himself in the lime-scented quilt, revealing only the upper half of his face and a pair of moist eyes, his toes red with shame. Qiao You had made him wear his shirt.

The last time he stayed overnight at Qiao You's dorm, he'd also worn his shirt after showering, and he hadn't felt anything was wrong then. But unlike last time, he was now only wearing that one shirt...

And soon, Qiao You would...

Lost in thought, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. The blond young man emerged, his approaching footsteps growing clearer. Lan Yexing, turned away from him, soon felt a substantial gaze fixed on him.

Then came the rustling sound of a corner of the quilt being lifted. As it was, the intensely cold lime scent from the young man instantly invaded his nostrils, its presence so strong it felt like it would permeate his skin inch by inch. Lan Yexing's heart beat faster and faster, and he held his breath.

Qiao You lay down beside the boy's back. In the dim room, his terrifying gaze was fixed on the slender, fragile nape of the boy's neck exposed beneath him. On that pale skin was the distinct mark he had just left with his teeth.

Even though Lan Yexing had showered, the mark had not faded in the slightest. It remained stark and conspicuous on his neck, asserting its presence and making that part of his neck appear even more pitiful, fair, and alluring.

Qiao You's eyes darkened, and he kissed the mark, forcefully and ambiguously deepening it with his sharp canines.

"Mmm..."

Lan Yexing buried his head deeper into the quilt, almost his entire face. He clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, and his leg in the quilt moved, instinctively wanting to hide. But a long, muscular arm had already reached his waist from behind, firmly holding him captive in the young man's broad and strong embrace. That large hand slowly unbuttoned the shirt on the boy's body...

Qiao You leaned his lips close to the boy's hot ear again: "Baby, you promised me..."

Lan Yexing paused, then obediently stopped moving, allowing the other to maliciously and deliberately lighten his movements, like unwrapping a gift, slowly taking off that white shirt...

After everything was done, the young man still held his arm around Lan Yexing's waist like a cage, possessively. He held the boy tightly from behind, his chin resting on the side of his neck, his cool breath sweeping across his skin, a strong presence that was also a little ticklish.

Lan Yexing's voice was a bit hoarse and muffled: "Why did you bite my neck again?" And he deliberately bit the previous wound.

Qiao You held him, pleased and satisfied.

The feel of him under his palm and the boy's affectionate and intimate voice made his scalp tingle with excitement. More violent and terrifying emotions surged wildly through his body.

Qiao You knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, but he was more than willing.

He answered Lan Yexing's question in a hoarse voice, but with a malicious tease in his tone: "Don't you like being marked by me?"

Lan Yexing's buzzing little brain seriously considered for a few seconds before he obediently said, "I like it... but it hurts a little, so don't do it often in the future."

Qiao You let out a muffled, pleased chuckle. He said, "Okay. Sleep, Xiao Xing."

Lan Yexing: "Oh."

His whole body was hot, but he still forced himself to close his eyes in the other's embrace—Qiao You was right, he had to get a good night's sleep tonight to have the energy to continue his plan.

Seeing that he intended to sleep, Qiao You stopped talking. He still held him possessively, staring at him with that terrifying, obsessive gaze.

Lan Yexing's racing heartbeat, however, strangely began to calm down at this moment. A sense of security slowly emerged from the depths of his heart, flowing through his limbs.

Perhaps the young man's scent and embrace were truly too comforting. Even being watched and firmly held like that, Lan Yexing actually felt sleepy. He rested his head on the young man's strong arm, his breathing gradually calming with his heartbeat. He murmured softly, "Tomorrow I'll find a safe place to hide you, and you have to come with me obediently. Oh, and I'll need to borrow your mental power..."

Qiao You's green eyes were filled with gentle yet morbidly terrifying shadows. He smiled and said hoarsely, "Okay."

A soft, obedient smile appeared on Lan Yexing's lips, and he finally fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, as Lan Yexing had predicted, there was no movement from the King's side. The Host had not told the King about his plan. In this matter, the Host seemed to have no intention of actively interfering.

...

So, he had Qiao You use his mental power to take him out of the campus. Then, he easily obtained a fake ID card and used it with cash to rent a house near the school, where he settled Qiao You.

This way, the King, without the Host's help, should not be able to locate Qiao You for a short time. He would only think that Qiao You had suddenly disappeared from campus, which was absolutely unacceptable for the royal family. The King would definitely act on this, and the real Song Wen would likely appear.

By the curtain, stirred by the wind, the blond young man smiled and looked down at Lan Yexing: "You're very good at being a bad kid, Xiao Xing."

The Star District of Central County, where the royal family and many nobles were concentrated, was the most strictly regulated area, yet Lan Yexing found the black market for fake IDs here with such familiarity.

Lan Yexing lightly "coughed," blushing as he lowered his head. He blinked and asked, "Disappointed?"

Would Qiao You be disappointed in him for doing such bad things?

Qiao You raised an eyebrow: "No." He reached out his large hand and forcefully pinched the boy's chin, his thumb ambiguously caressing the delicate skin a few times, like teasing a cat: "If I said I was more excited, would you be scared?"

He liked such a vibrant and lively boy; he liked every side of the boy; he liked the boy who would break the rules for him and be a bad kid.

He liked him so much that he wished he could devour him.

Lan Yexing's earlobes turned red from being teased. He softly cursed "pervert," but couldn't help but let a sweet, soft smile appear on his lips.

He took a deep breath, looked up at him, and then reached out to caress the young man's handsome cheek. His light-colored eyes were filled with clear, soft affection: "Try not to go out, except for dining out."

Qiao You smiled and looked down at him, coaxing gently, "If you're going to abandon me here so coldly, will you come back to see me every day?"

Lan Yexing paused, about to say something, but saw the young man's handsome face deepen into a smile: "Abandoning your possessions is irresponsible abandonment, Xiao Xing."

Qiao You curled his fingers and continued to caress the boy's chin, saying carelessly, "You used to climb over the wall to go home and see your cat every day. Do you want me to be jealous of a cat?"

Lan Yexing's heart immediately softened completely. He stood on tiptoe and kissed the young man's cool lips: "I'll come back to see you every day then—" As he spoke, his movements subtly paused, and he immediately realized something. He widened his eyes and looked at him: "You've recovered your memory?"

Qiao You in high school didn't know he had a cat and went home to see it every day!

Qiao You's other hand was already on the back of the boy's neck. He contentedly stroked the still-visible, stark mark there, and simply hummed: last night, he held Lan Yexing and watched him all night.

He vaguely began to envy his past self, who had spent a long time with Lan Yexing, envying the memories between them that he temporarily couldn't know. Thus, he forcefully used his willpower and jealousy to sever the influence of that mental power, recalling everything in advance.

That indeed caused great physical pain, but as those memories surged through his body, he was so excited and pleased that the great arteries in his neck subtly bulged. He held the snow-white, warm boy in his arms, his body filled with the pain and all their memories, which was an utterly exhilarating and scalp-tingling pleasure.

Lan Yexing, unaware of everything, showed a gentle smile on his face. He simply leaned in and happily hugged him: "Finally, you've remembered everything."

Even though the amnesiac Qiao You seemed fine on the surface, he was, after all, affected by that strange mental power. He had actually been secretly worried about his body, and now that he was finally better, he could completely relax.

Before leaving the secret one-bedroom rental, Lan Yexing still clung to the handsome young man affectionately, his voice filled with determination: "Bear with it here for a bit. Don't worry, I'll be able to draw him out for you very soon."

As he said this, he took a deep breath, as if making a certain resolve: he absolutely had to draw out the real Song Wen for Qiao You.

He knew that only by personally avenging his parents could Qiao You truly resolve those terrible inner demons.

If the real Song Wen continued to hide behind the scenes and not appear, Qiao You would surely...

Lan Yexing closed his eyes in the young man's embrace, pushing a terrible thought deep into his mind: he would absolutely not let that happen...

Qiao You smiled, naturally embracing the boy in his arms. His arm wrapped around the boy's waist like a cage, his palm possessively pressed against the boy's spine. He kissed the top of the boy's head, his voice hoarse and alluring: "So reliable, baby."

Lan Yexing emphasized, "You must not act on your own."

Qiao You blinked innocently: "Of course." Thinking of something, he chuckled softly, his voice hoarse: "These past few days, I've been confined here by you, only yours. To avoid being abandoned by Xiao Xing, of course I'll be obedient."

It was as if he had no patience to distinguish who the real Song Wen was, and it wasn't him who had planned to kill all the Song Wens directly before.

Qiao You morbidly and possessively placed a large hand on the back of Lan Yexing's neck, stroking the stark tooth marks there with force: even if he couldn't escape from that bloodshed and killing, even if he could never resolve that terrifying, pathological knot in his heart, he would never let go of Lan Yexing.

He would be very careful not to dirty him, but he would absolutely not let him go...

Lan Yexing, unaware of all this, showed a stubborn expression in his light-colored eyes. Before leaving, he spoke in a muffled voice, blushing in the young man's embrace, responding to the young man's words: "Even if it's not just these few days, you're still only mine."

Qiao You's green eyes instantly lit up terrifyingly.