Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Finally stepping out of the hotel, Xu Yan inhaled the damp, salty breeze carried by the sea wind, his entire body enveloped in the oppressive heat. Only then did he truly feel the reality of having arrived in Harbor City.

At 8:30 in the evening, the beachfront was brightly lit.

Wen Sinian was still holding his hand as they walked along the street, drawing far too many stares.

Xu Yan gently pulled his hand free, embarrassed, and fidgeted with his fingers.

"Let’s keep a low profile, okay?"

Wen Sinian immediately interlaced their fingers again, gripping tightly.

"Low profile? Why?"

Xu Yan: "People are staring at us."

Wen Sinian mussed his hair. "That’s because you’re too beautiful, baby."

Among the crowd, the two of them stood out.

Wen Sinian wore a simple white T-shirt and black trousers, but his tall, well-built frame, coupled with his lazy, carefree charm, made him strikingly handsome. Xu Yan was also in a white T-shirt, but his had a large cartoon rabbit printed on it, paired with straight-cut jeans that accentuated his slender, shapely legs. His slightly overgrown hair fell softly against his cheeks, with a hint of fluffy waves. His lips were red, his teeth white, and his large eyes gave him an androgynous beauty.

Especially since they made no secret of their intertwined hands in public—it was obvious they were a couple.

It was impossible not to draw attention.

Xu Yan walked slowly, still sore from last night, and Wen Sinian matched his pace as they strolled leisurely along the beach.

But Xu Yan was hungry, and when he spotted the bustling night market not far away, his eyes lit up. "I want to check that out."

Wen Sinian led him over. The night market was jam-packed, forcing them to squeeze through the crowd elbow-to-elbow. He pulled Xu Yan in front of him, shielding him with one hand resting lightly on his waist as they inched forward.

Xu Yan’s waist was sensitive—especially after last night, when that thin belt had dug in from behind, leaving him sore. The moment Wen Sinian’s large, warm palm settled there, he instinctively jumped, nearly bumping into the guy in front of him.

Wen Sinian tugged him back by his shirt, pulling him flush against his firm chest, then pressed a hand to his stomach, caging him in a possessive embrace.

"Careful," Wen Sinian murmured in his ear, though his tone sounded displeased.

Xu Yan turned to look at him, pouting. "My waist hurts… Be gentler."

Wen Sinian immediately loosened his grip, instead wrapping an arm around Xu Yan’s waist, his large hand encircling the slender curve and resting against his hip.

Held in this clearly possessive hold, they continued forward.

Xu Yan leaned back slightly, letting Wen Sinian support his weight.

In the jostling crowd, their closeness seemed natural, almost inevitable.

By now, they’d already attracted enough stares. Even as eyes lingered on them, Xu Yan told himself to ignore it—after all, they were strangers here.

The night market was lined with all kinds of stalls, the tempting aromas making his stomach growl. He wanted to try everything.

Spotting someone holding a jumbo grilled squid, its tentacles golden and glistening with oil, Xu Yan couldn’t resist. He turned to Wen Sinian and whispered, "I want that."

He pointed, his eyes full of longing, like a child seeking permission.

Wen Sinian didn’t even glance at it, flatly refusing. "No."

Xu Yan frowned. "Why not?"

Wen Sinian: "That squid isn’t fresh. It’s frozen, packed with preservatives. You’ll upset your stomach."

Xu Yan argued, "I’ve had it before—it was delicious, and I didn’t get sick."

Wen Sinian remained firm. "If you want seafood, I’ll take you to a real restaurant."

Though reluctant, Xu Yan knew he had a point and nodded. "Fine."

A few steps later, someone walked by with a platter of skewered meat, the sight making Xu Yan’s mouth water.

He tugged at the arm around his waist, staring hungrily. "I want that too."

Wen Sinian: "No."

Xu Yan’s lips puckered, genuinely annoyed now. "You said I could have whatever I wanted."

Wen Sinian leaned in to explain, "Most of the food here isn’t clean. There are a few reliable stalls further ahead—we’ll eat there, okay?"

Xu Yan didn’t fully believe him, sulking. "But I’m really hungry. I want to eat now..."

Wen Sinian steered him a little further before pulling him aside, their figures hidden in the shadow of a tall palm tree.

"Just hold on a little longer, baby," Wen Sinian soothed, cupping his cheek. "I shouldn’t have let you sleep all day. Next time, I’ll wake you up to eat, okay?"

Xu Yan went still. What did he mean—next time? This one had nearly done him in.

"I’m going out with Nan Li and the others," Xu Yan declared.

Wen Sinian traced his swollen, red lips, then couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss him, murmuring, "Okay."

With people still passing by, Xu Yan pushed at his chest, only for Wen Sinian to suddenly suck his tongue hungrily. His legs turned to jelly, nearly collapsing into Wen Sinian’s arms.

Wen Sinian caught his waist, kissing him under the tree like the world had vanished.

Xu Yan was completely shielded in his embrace, making it impossible for outsiders to even tell his gender. At most, a few passing looks were cast their way before people moved on.

In this vibrant, open-minded city—especially by the lively beach—such things were hardly unusual.

Just a pair of lovebirds stealing a kiss. Nothing remarkable.

But Xu Yan felt his reactions were overwhelming. He’d kissed before, but his body had never been this sensitive.

Was it because he’d been thoroughly claimed? Had it triggered some raw physical reaction?

One kiss left him boneless; a touch to his waist made him shiver.

Part his thighs slightly, and he’d tremble, his breath hitching.

If Wen Sinian hadn’t broken the kiss, letting him rest against his chest, Xu Yan didn’t know how much further he’d have surrendered.

He let out a shaky breath. This was terrifying…

Was addiction catching? Had Wen Sinian given him some kind of fever?

Wen Sinian had already taken his hand and continued walking forward, while Xu Yan secretly pulled out his phone to search something.

After searching for a while, he felt somewhat relieved, but then grew alarmed again upon reading certain entries.

It turned out that sex addicts think about that kind of thing 24/7...

No wonder he'd felt something off during their kiss earlier.

Xu Yan glanced at the figure walking ahead, his eyes scanning like lasers, giving him a full once-over.

How could he still act so cool as a cucumber?

The night market indeed hid a handful of eateries, and Wen Sinian led Xu Yan into one of them.

Handing him the menu, Wen Sinian said, "Order whatever you want."

Xu Yan stared at the overwhelming menu, paralyzed by options. He hadn’t tried most of the dishes and had no idea which ones were good, so he handed the menu back to Wen Sinian and requested, "You order for me."

Wen Sinian, familiar with his tastes, ordered coconut chicken soup, curry crab, mango sticky rice, and specifically asked the waiter to add grilled squid.

Soon, the dishes arrived. Xu Yan, starving, dug in right away. Wen Sinian’s choices suited his palate perfectly—he couldn’t handle spicy food and loved the sticky rice paired with sweet mango, finding it soft and delicious.

He ate quickly but didn’t have a large appetite. Before long, he'd filled his empty belly, leaving plenty of food untouched on the table.

Wen Sinian finished what he couldn’t eat, including the large squid, of which Xu Yan had only managed two bits before giving up.

After the meal, Xu Yan rubbed his bloated stomach as they left the restaurant.

Noticing him constantly massaging his stomach, Wen Sinian asked, "What’s wrong?"

Xu Yan sheepishly admitted, "I’m a bit too full."

In truth, he was painfully full—he shouldn’t have overindulged.

Wen Sinian found a nearby pharmacy and told him to wait on a bench while he bought antacids.

Xu Yan leaned back on the bench, careful to perch sideways to avoid pressure on his sore spot.

Before him stretched the beach and sea, while beside him buzzed the lively night market—a perfect blend of nature and human activity, all complemented by the cool ocean breeze. It was pure bliss.

After about ten minutes, Wen Sinian still hadn’t returned when Xu Yan caught the sound of sniffling nearby. Curious, he looked over and saw a child standing not far from the bench, crying as they scanned the crowd.

He walked over, crouched down, and asked gently, "What’s wrong, kiddo?"

The child blubbered that they couldn’t find their parents.

Xu Yan glanced at the crowded night market—with so many people, they must have gotten separated.

"Do you remember where you last saw them?" Xu Yan took the child’s hand and smiled kindly. "Let me call them for you. Do you know your mom’s phone number?"

The child nodded through tears, leading Xu Yan into the night market and pointing out where they’d gotten lost before rattling off their mother’s number.

Xu Yan called the parents and waited with the child.

"Don’t cry, your mom will be here soon," Xu Yan said. "Do you want ice cream?"

The child nodded.

A nearby stall sold ice cream, and since Wen Sinian wasn’t around, Xu Yan took the opportunity to buy one for himself while getting one for the child.

With ice cream in hand, the child finally stopped crying and politely said, "Thank you, big brother."

Xu Yan grinned and ruffled their hair. "You’re welcome."

The two stood by the street eating ice cream. Xu Yan planned to finish his before Wen Sinian returned to avoid getting caught.

But after just two bites, he heard a low voice, tight with anger, call from behind.

"Xu Yan."

Startled, he turned to see Wen Sinian standing in the shadows under a tree, his unreadable gaze slightly narrowed as he watched him.

Xu Yan still had a bit of ice cream cream on his lips. He licked it off, then hastily handed his cone to the child.

Even as an adult, he felt strangely sneaky about eating ice cream.

The child, now holding two ice creams, happily chomped away.

Wen Sinian, carrying the medicine he’d just bought, had returned to the bench only to find Xu Yan gone. His stomach dropped—calling him went straight to voicemail, and worst-case scenarios flooded his mind.

His fingers trembled slightly as he opened the tracking app, scanning desperately until he spotted Xu Yan happily splitting a street-vendor cone with a child.

Seeing Wen Sinian’s stormy look, Xu Yan quickly pulled the child over.

"Look, I rescued a lost kid."

Wen Sinian: "Why didn’t you wait for me?"

Xu Yan explained, "I was helping him wait for his parents. I called his mom—they should be here soon."

Wen Sinian: "Weren’t you worried I wouldn’t find you?"

Xu Yan paused. He wasn’t a child—how could he get lost?

But noticing Wen Sinian’s seriousness, he realized he might have genuinely worried him. Shaking his phone, he said, "You could’ve called me. I wouldn’t let you lose me."

"I did. Did you answer?"

Seeing a string of missed calls, Xu Yan stepped closer, taking Wen Sinian’s hand and dropping his voice. "It was too noisy—I didn’t hear it. I promise I’ll always answer from now on."

Just then, the child spotted their parents in the crowd, broke free, and ran toward them, still clutching both ice creams.

The parents, clearly panicked, hugged their child and checked them over. The kid pointed at Xu Yan, and the couple approached, showering them with thanks.

Before leaving, the child squirmed free of their father’s arms and returned Xu Yan’s ice cream, saying, "Big brother, this is yours."

Xu Yan took it and reminded them, "Hold your parents’ hands next time so you don’t get lost again."

The child nodded and seriously advised, "Big brother should hold his dad’s hand too, so he doesn’t get lost."

After a nervous glance at Wen Sinian, the child ran off.

Xu Yan looked at his hand, tightly held by Wen Sinian, and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "He thought you were my dad."

Wen Sinian ducked his head, taking a bite of the ice cream from Xu Yan’s hand—cloyingly sweet, pure sugar junk.

Arching an eyebrow and with a teasing tone, he countered, "Aren’t I?"

Xu Yan’s face turned beet red. Last night, he’d indeed been talked into calling him all sorts of names—even that one.

Seeing him keep his head down in silence, Wen Sinian reminded, "It's about to melt."

Xu Yan asked, "Can I eat it?"

"Just this one."

Xu Yan nodded, "Okay."

Just this one today.

Wen Sinian first had him drink a bottle of digestive medicine before allowing him to continue eating.

Xu Yan noticed another bottle in the bag and asked, "What other medicine did you buy?"

Wen Sinian wiped the cream from the corner of his lips, licking it with his tongue—even more tempting than the ice cream itself.

Watching as his pink tongue licked and sucked at the white ice cream, sometimes curling it into his mouth, swallowing, or taking it in from top to bottom.

Without answering, as if unable to restrain himself, Wen Sinian dragged him toward the hotel.

Xu Yan quickly finished the ice cream, and the two returned to their room.

Zheng Yao and Shen Nanli still hadn’t come back, and Xu Yan was curious about where they were playing.

As Wen Sinian unlocked the door with the keycard, Xu Yan grabbed his phone and sent Shen Nanli a voice message.

"Nan Li, you still haven’t finished dinner? Where are you eating? Is it good... Mmm..."

Before he could finish, Xu Yan was suddenly yanked inside abruptly by a strong force.

His fingers loosened, and the voice message was sent.

He was lifted by his legs and pushed against the cabinet in the entryway.

The cold marble made him shiver, making him shrink into the arms of the man before him.

Wen Sinian held his legs with one hand and gripped his hair with the other, kissing him deeply, giving him no chance to escape.

His warm mouth still carried a hint of the ice cream’s coolness, the melted cream on his tongue spreading a sweet, milky taste, driving Wen Sinian to taste him over and over.

Xu Yan’s tongue ached from being sucked, unable to escape, melting in his grasp.

His hands knocked clumsily against the countertop, accidentally knocking over neatly arranged paper bags.

The contents spilled everywhere. Wen Sinian released him, and Xu Yan, leaning against his shoulder, glanced down—his face quickly flushed red.

He should have known. The paper bags were identical to the one that held the lingerie—what else would be in there but indecent stuff?

But how could they go this far?

Black, white, pink, bright red.

All sorts of lingerie.

And several dresses—silk slips, sheer gauze, pretty garters, leg chains...

One bag was even filled entirely with condoms. Xu Yan didn’t dare count, but there were several boxes, blatantly labeled "extra-large, ultra-thin, ribbed, studded."

Xu Yan: O-O

Wen Sinian first scooped up the dazed man to the bed, set him down, then turned back to gather the scattered items from the bags and brought them over.

Xu Yan had snapped back to reality, jumping off the bed and slowly backing toward the closet door that led to his own room.

"I—I gotta pee. I’m going back to use the bathroom."

Wen Sinian pulled out a black silk nightgown from one of the bags, its smooth texture reminiscent of tender skin.

He stepped closer. "Go here."

Xu Yan shook his head. "I want to go back to my room."

Wen Sinian reached out, gripping his arm and pulling him into an embrace, holding the nightgown up to him—the size was perfect.

"Want your husband to help?"

Xu Yan, recalling how he had "helped" before, quickly refused, "I can... do it myself..."

Wen Sinian led him to the bathroom, opening the door for him. "Go ahead."

Seeing him standing at the door, his dark eyes ravenous, as if ready to devour him, Xu Yan pouted. "You go out first..."

Wen Sinian watched him for a moment before finally closing the door and stepping out.

Xu Yan stalled nervously inside for a long time. When he emerged, his cheeks burned red. Spotting two silver leg chains on the bed, his legs trembled.

Wen Sinian grabbed the extra medicine bottle and walked over. "Done?"

Xu Yan nodded pitifully.

"What’s wrong?"

Xu Yan hesitated, whispering, "My... ass still hurts. I checked—it’s still swollen..."

Wen Sinian immediately understood where he meant. In one swift motion, he lifted him and laid him face-down on the bed.

Xu Yan kicked his legs in panic. "Let me down! I don’t want this..."

The memory of being taken from behind haunted him—he feared he might vomit up his dinner.

Wen Sinian held him down with one hand, and when he resisted, suddenly gave him a light swat.

"Be good. The medicine will help you heal faster."

Xu Yan’s eyes welled up—now he knew what the extra bottle was for.

Wen Sinian was meticulous, his movements feather-light, but Xu Yan still shivered under the covers, tears falling.

Once the ointment was finally done, Xu Yan thought it was over—only to be pressed back onto the bed and slipped into the black silk nightgown.

Wen Sinian had always known his fair skin would contrast beautifully with black, but the effect was breathtaking.

Like fresh snow against black soil—pristine, his pale skin like melted cream, glistening under the light.

Yet his delicate skin was marked up—collarbone, chest, waist, inner thighs, even down to his toes.

Wen Sinian clasped the leg chains around him, adjusting them carefully.

Xu Yan was lifted from the bed, his face flushed, eyes glistening, an arm wrapped around his waist, and brought in front of the full-length mirror to see the full effect.

The man behind him also took off his shirt, his robust and powerful muscles tightly encircling him. The contrast in skin tone and physique made the impact so intense it seemed to jolt straight to his core.

Wen Sinian gently pinched his chin with one hand, murmured coaxingly in his ear, "Baby, open your eyes."

Xu Yan opened his eyes as well, staring at their reflection in the mirror, catching sight of the blotchy red marks visible from the low neckline.

In a daze, he even wondered if he had ever left the room at all—how else could he have wound up before this mirror again so quickly?

Wen Sinian first pulled him close, forcing him to tilt his head to the side and kiss him in front of the mirror.

Then, when Xu Yan was left breathless by the kiss, he turned him around and lifted him up. What followed was so chaotic that when Xu Yan heard the tell-tale sound of a wrapper being torn open, he instinctively tried to squirm away uselessly to escape.

Wen Sinian murmured in his ear, "Did you misbehave tonight? Tell me yourself."

The silk nightgown had ridden up slightly, and the silver leg chain caught the light in glints.

He shook his head, "No, I wasn’t..."

Wen Sinian took his time, "Really? Think carefully."

But Xu Yan’s mind was elsewhere, "I put on... the ointment... ugh..."

Wen Sinian brushed aside the sweaty strands of hair sticking to his face and kissed his cheek, "Let me apply it properly for you again, okay?"

Xu Yan weakly pressed his face against him, then suddenly took a sharp breath, trembling against his neck like he might black out.

Wen Sinian held him firmly, his tone sharp, demanding, "Did I allow you to wander off, hm?"

"Do you know how dangerous it is to talk to strangers so casually?"

Xu Yan heard him but could only respond with breathy whimpers.

Why did it feel like he was being lectured like a misbehaving kid?

"I told you to wait for me. Why didn’t you listen?"

"How many calls did I make? Why didn’t you answer?"

"Do you only behave when I’m mad? Why are you so disobedient, baby?"

Wen Sinian bit his earlobe, teasing the heated flesh between his teeth, "Is this the punishment you wanted, hm?"

It was even more terrifying than the night before. Tears blurred Xu Yan’s vision as he nodded desperately, then frantically shook his head, unsure which question to answer first.

Seeing him in such a wrecked, pliant state, Wen Sinian kissed his swollen lips gently, "Don’t ever let me lose you again, understand?"

He had said this many times before. Xu Yan struggled for breath, his vision darkening at the edges.

Wen Sinian kindly shifted his grip, lifting him slightly, and purred with false sweetness, "Do you want to go to the bed?"

Xu Yan nodded eagerly.

At least the bed would be better than this—he wouldn’t be left hanging helplessly.

Wen Sinian asked patiently, "Then what should you say?"

Xu Yan sniffled, his voice laced with both grievance and a hint of coquetry, the end of his words heavy with want.

"Take me... to bed..."

He pleaded, "Darling..."