Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Wen Sinian never refused his requests, scooping him up from before the mirror and carrying him to the bed.

Though only a few meters, for Xu Yan, it felt like an unbearably long journey.

He didn’t know how long it took, but Xu Yan panted unevenly, finally feeling the soft bedding against his back.

Before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt the weight pressing down on him, sinking them both deep into the mattress.

A breathy, trembling whimper escaped him as sensation crackled through him from the base of his spine to the tips of his hair, his toes curling involuntarily in spasms.

His slender, pale neck arched back like a swan's, his sight swimming as if all the air had been forced from his lungs, leaving him unable to take in another breath.

Wen Sinian lightly kissed his neck, thrumming with unprecedented excitement and satisfaction.

He hadn’t expected Xu Yan to give him such a surprise.

Their bodies fit together perfectly, and even their souls fused into one.

Xu Yan’s soul was being claimed, consumed.

You in me, me in you—inextricable.

The black silk nightgown was now in tatters, barely clinging to Xu Yan’s chest, rendered utterly indecent.

The leg chain alone remained undisturbed the entire time.

Wen Sinian ripped open another wrapper, glancing at the man lying obediently on the bed, his face buried in the pillow, his soft cheek squished against the pillow, his kiss-swollen lips parted and unable to close properly, his flushed tongue visible.

His eyes were narrowed into slits, the corners damp and red, his hazy gaze tracking in Wen Sinian’s direction.

This utterly debauched look—it was something Wen Sinian had coaxed out of him.

Leaning down to kiss him again, Wen Sinian flipped him onto his back.

He pressed the condom into Xu Yan’s hand, then straightened up to watch him.

“Baby,” Wen Sinian gripped his hand, “put this on me.”

Xu Yan’s eyes widened in disbelief—partly because it still wasn’t over, and partly because…

He didn’t know how.

Wen Sinian picked up the paper bag beside the bed, producing matching chest and waist chains, spreading them over Xu Yan’s body.

It was like adorning a delicate porcelain doll with exquisite ornaments, dressing him up beautifully, a sight that was both pleasing and exhilarating.

The chill of metal against his feverish skin made Xu Yan’s eyes well up with tears, his shaking fingers fumbled too much to manage the clasps.

“I—I can’t…”

Wen Sinian was infuriatingly patient, kissing his fingertips. “Take your time.”

As he spoke, he fastened a delicate anklet with tiny bells around Xu Yan’s ankle.

Xu Yan watched his effortless movements while he could barely lift his own arms.

“I’m so tired… so sleepy…” he murmured petulantly, “I want to sleep…”

Wen Sinian coaxed him, “Just this last thing, then you can sleep.”

Xu Yan shook his head weakly. “You’re lying…”

At this rate, sleep seemed a distant prospect.

His arms felt leaden, so he let them drop, tilting his head as he looked at the man before him. “Do I… really have to wear it?”

Wen Sinian paused at his innocent question, his lips quirking in amusement. “Do you want to get pregnant, baby?”

Xu Yan was stunned, his brow knitting slightly as if he couldn’t believe such absurd words.

“I—I can’t get pregnant…” His throat bobbed nervously as Wen Sinian took the item from his hand. “I’m a man…”

Wen Sinian pulled him up, turning him around to sit between his legs, facing the floor-length mirror.

He made Xu Yan see the glinting web of silver chains wrapped around him, securing him in place.

“Husband can still get you pregnant,” Wen Sinian tugged lightly on the waist chain. “Do you want to give me a baby?”

Xu Yan leaned forward slightly, his hands resting on Wen Sinian’s knees, but he had no strength left to support himself, completely dependent on the hands gripping his waist.

No answer came—nor was one expected.

The room was soon echoing with wanton cries and the persistent jingle of bells.

*

Shen Nanli had originally planned to check on Xu Yan after returning to the hotel that night, but after dinner, they ended up going to a bar and didn’t get back until past one in the morning.

He sent Xu Yan a message, but when there was no reply after a while, he figured he was asleep.

The next day, they planned to explore the city, visiting a few landmarks and a photography exhibition Shen Nanli was particularly interested in. He wanted to ask if Xu Yan wanted to join, but once again, he didn’t see him downstairs.

Shen Nanli’s patience wore thin—it was already their third day in Hong Kong, and he hadn’t seen Xu Yan since they checked into the hotel. This was ridiculous.

More than that, concern gnawed at him. Seizing a moment when Zheng Yao wasn’t paying attention, he grabbed the things he’d bought for Xu Yan the night before and quietly went upstairs.

He knocked several times on Xu Yan’s door, but there was no response—it was as if no one was staying there.

He called Xu Yan three times. The first two rang for a while, but the third went straight to voicemail.

A terrible thought struck Shen Nanli—what if Xu Yan had passed out in his room and no one knew?

He never should have let Xu Yan stay alone in a double room.

Standing in the hallway, he pounded on the door, shouting anxiously, “Yan Yan! Yan Yan! Are you in there? Can you hear me? Yan Yan!”

After a while, he was about to call the front desk to have someone open the door when suddenly, the neighboring door was yanked open.

Wen Sinian stood there in a loosely tied robe, his hair slightly disheveled, his expression thunderous at the disturbance.

Shen Nanli didn’t have time to dwell on it. “Senpai, Yan Yan isn't answering—he’s not answering the door, and his phone’s turned off…”

As he spoke, he noticed something odd.

Wen Sinian’s robe was open at the collar, revealing toned pectorals—but why were there angry red scratches, as if from a cat’s claws?

And not just in one place.

Even though it was midday, the room behind him was sealed in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tight. A faint, musky, intimate scent drifted out from inside.

The mingled scents of fragrance, liquor, and something more intimate, so potent it threatened to overflow.

Wen Sinian’s voice was hoarse: “He’s staying with me.”

Shen Nanli was momentarily stunned: “Huh… with you?”

Wen Sinian: “I’m looking after him.”

“Is he still unwell?” Shen Nanli asked worriedly, tiptoeing to peek inside the room.

Wen Sinian subtly blocked his view, his expression darkening as a keep-your-distance vibe radiated from him.

Shen Nanli shrank back, not daring to look further, but still mustered the courage to say, “Can I go in and see him? I haven’t seen him these past two days, and I’m really worried. Did he catch a fever or is he just not used to the environment?”

Wen Sinian: “His temperature is a bit high. He was up all night, and now he’s just taken some medicine and fallen asleep.”

The message was clear: no visitors.

Shen Nanli: “Maybe I should stay and take care of him today. Senior, you haven’t had much chance to enjoy yourself since you arrived, right? You could go out with Senior Zheng Yao and the others today. I’ll look after Yan Yan. Besides, him staying in your room… isn't exactly proper, is it?”

Even if they were a couple, didn’t Yan Yan say their relationship was supposed to be kept secret? How could they already be living together!

Wen Sinian was understanding: “I know Hong Kong well, so there’s nothing else I need to see. I still have some work to finish, so let him sleep here.”

Then, he raised a brow slightly: “You should know about our relationship.”

Shen Nanli: “…”

Shen Nanli: “I know.”

“Mm,” Wen Sinian said. “So, it’s perfectly fine for him to stay with me.”

Just as Shen Nanli was about to say something else, he suddenly heard an extremely faint sound from inside the room.

It was like suppressed pain, or perhaps pleasure pushed to its limit—a honey-thick whimper escaping through gritted teeth.

Was… was that Yan Yan’s voice?

Shen Nanli went statue-still, unsure how to react.

Wen Sinian, of course, had also heard the sound and gave a low laugh.

“Run along now.”

With that, he turned and stepped back into the room, the door clicking shut with finality.

The curtains blocked out the daylight, leaving the room so dark day and night blurred together.

Wen Sinian walked to the bed, where scattered clothes, delicate silver restraints, and other toys lay in disarray.

Pulling back the covers, the person hidden beneath was revealed, along with the insistent buzz of a vibrator that filled the room.

Xu Yan lay on his stomach, his wrists bound behind his back with silken ties. Though the restraints were loose around his slender arms, they rendered him completely immobile.

His legs were also entwined with silver chains, and he writhed without purchase, the charming anklets around his ankles jingling with each tremble of his body.

As if afraid of making any noise, his lips were bitten a deep red, enough to make your heart ache.

That little noise must've escaped him.

Wen Sinian lifted him from the bed, kissing his swollen lips before whispering, “What if someone heard you, baby? Did you just make a sound?”

Xu Yan’s eyes were unfocused, swimming with unshed tears.

Normally, such words would have made him eager to please in his fear, but now he barely reacted, only shaking apart in Wen Sinian’s arms.

It was as if his soul had been ripped out, tossed into a blender, and pulverized beyond recognition.

He'd been thoroughly ruined.

*

Unable to tell day from night, Xu Yan didn’t know how long he had slept, only that when he woke, the room was still pitch black.

An arm banded around his waist, tightening the moment he stirred.

His throat was painfully hoarse, and he blinked, making pitiful little noises.

All whimpers and no wetness—he'd been squeezed dry.

Wen Sinian cupped his face and kissed him gently: “Awake now?”

Xu Yan exhaled weakly, pushing at him with limp hands: “You… get out first…”

Wen Sinian simply lifted him up, ordered room service for a meal, knowing Xu Yan wouldn’t be able to go out to eat today.

Then he carried him into the bathroom. Much later, after cleaning them both, he wrapped Xu Yan in a robe and brought him back out.

The meal cart had been left by the entrance. The staff must've figured out the aftermath of what had transpired and left without entering.

The room looked like a hurricane had hit. Wen Sinian set Xu Yan down on the least disastrous spot - the desk, pushing the laptop aside and placing two soft cushions beneath him before drying his hair with a blow dryer.

Xu Yan’s cheeks were still flushed, his lips damp, eyes brimming with moisture. Too weak to hold himself up, he leaned against Wen Sinian’s chest, damp hair bleeding into Wen Sinian's shirt.

Fingers combed through the soft strands, gently massaging as they dried, carefully smoothing out every drop from his neck.

Wen Sinian then dried his own hair briefly, just enough to stop the dripping, before raking it back and carrying Xu Yan to the dining table.

Dinner was a repeat of last night's, but tonight Xu Yan had no complaints. He ate whatever Wen Sinian fed him, too wrecked to keep his eyes open, longing only to return to bed.

After a few bites, he refused to eat more, the porridge pooling in his mouth untouched, his eyes already half-closed in sleep.

Wen Sinian tapped his chin lightly, jostling him awake: “Don’t sleep yet. Eat a little more.”

Xu Yan roused slightly, swallowing the porridge before closing his eyes again, mumbling, “No more… sleep…”

With such physical exertion, skipping meals wasn’t an option.

Wen Sinian fed him a few more spoonfuls, shaking his face each time to keep him awake.

Annoyed by the disturbance, Xu Yan frowned and lifted his head, his hoarse voice stealing the bite from his words.

“I’m full. I don’t want to eat. I said I want to sleep.”

Wen Sinian kept his tone soothing: “Just two more bites, okay? Otherwise, you’ll wake up hungry later, and we’ll be waiting on another meal.”

To prove his point, Xu Yan guided Wen Sinian’s hand: “I’m really full. Can't you feel how full I am? I don’t want to eat anymore.”

There was indeed a soft swell.

But having seen it stretched taut and heavy before, Wen Sinian knew exactly how much he could take.

Xu Yan wasn’t let off the hook. When he refused to eat, Wen Sinian fed him from his own mouth, making him swallow obediently in the end.

He still felt something inside his belly, like a fiery dragon writhing inside.

He even recalled Wen Sinian’s lewd jokes about knocking him up—why did it actually feel like there was a baby moving inside him?

Finally finishing the last bite, Xu Yan buried his face in Wen Sinian’s neck, wrapping his arms around him and dozing off immediately.

The room wasn’t fit for sleeping, so after calling for housekeeping, Wen Sinian carried him to the adjacent room, not forgetting to bring the remaining paper bags and ointment.

Having two rooms was indeed necessary. After placing him on the bed, Wen Sinian moved gently, checking him over and applying more ointment.

His fingers came back slick, and the man on the bed rubbed his eyes, stirring awake.

Xu Yan thought another night had passed and asked groggily, “What time is it…?”

Wen Sinian pulled him into his arms. “Still early. Sleep a little longer.”

Xu Yan mumbled something and nestled back into his embrace.

Wen Sinian gently rubbed his swollen lips with long fingers, leaving them glistening.

Seeing his lashes flutter lightly, his serene sleeping expression so adorable it could melt hearts, Wen Sinian lowered his head and took his time cleaning his lips with his tongue.

When Xu Yan opened his eyes again, he had lost all track of time since arriving in the city—why was everything still pitch black?

Every ache made itself known now. With a sniffle, he pushed himself up from the bed.

Wen Sinian wasn’t in the room.

He needed to use the bathroom, so he struggled out of bed. His legs felt like strangers, forcing him to shuffle forward snail-slow, leaning against the wall, taking two steps, resting, then two more.

His bottom seemed to have suffered a mortal offense and no longer wanted to follow its owner.

Just as he was about to reach the bathroom door, the lights flared to life.

Xu Yan leaned against the wall, blinking against the light, hearing footsteps approach.

At that familiar scent, his body was scooped up effortlessly into the air.

Wen Sinian held him with one arm while placing a bag on the nearby table with the other.

“Why did you get up by yourself?”

Being held actually helped—his body seemed accustomed to it, instinctively curling into him, his chin resting on Wen Sinian’s shoulder.

“Where did you go?” he whispered.

Wen Sinian began unpacking the bag, and Xu Yan reflexively shut his eyes, protesting, “No, no…”

Those damn paper bags had traumatized him—just seeing Wen Sinian take something out terrified him.

Wen Sinian chuckled, producing a takeout box of mango sticky rice. “I went to get you food.”

Xu Yan recognized the restaurant’s logo from their previous meal. Wen Sinian must’ve bought half the menu, pulling out a small feast’s worth of containers.

“What did you think it was, baby?” Wen Sinian ruffled his hair, grinning.

Xu Yan stayed silent, burying his face deeper. He had dreaded some new 'toy’ ordeal again, with Wen Sinian claiming it was just a toy.

Before eating, when Xu Yan mentioned needing the bathroom, Wen Sinian obligingly helped him once more.

Afterward, Xu Yan demanded to eat sitting up, two soft cushions beneath him making it much more comfortable.

His phone was fully charged. Glancing at it, he realized it was already the third day.

Shocked, he also saw messages from Shen Nanli.

They had gone downtown the second day, visited a photography exhibition, and today taken a boat to a farther island, planning to stay overnight and return tomorrow.

Xu Yan wanted to cry as he ate.

Shen Nanli’s trip was a real vacation—his was just a three-day room service marathon.

Noticing his distress, Wen Sinian placed some picked crab meat on his plate. “Want to go out on the boat tonight?”

Xu Yan took a huge mouthful. “What’s there to see at night?”

Wen Sinian wiped his mouth. “There’s a meteor shower forecasted. Let’s go stargazing on the sea, okay?”

Xu Yan’s eyes brightened, and he nodded.

Wen Sinian watched his pout melt away, tickled by how little it took to cheer him—just stars could make him this happy.

It was still afternoon, the sky not yet dark. Wen Sinian told Xu Yan to rest more to regain energy while he worked on studio matters on his laptop.

Xu Yan lay in bed, exhausted but unable to sleep.

Hearing him fidget restlessly, Wen Sinian walked over, lifted the blanket, and fished out a warm, limp body.

“Not sleepy?” Wen Sinian asked. “Wanna do something different?”

Xu Yan’s thighs twitched in alarm. “No… I’ll break…”

Wen Sinian pushed open his robe. “It won’t. I applied medicine.”

Thinking he was serious, Xu Yan turtled into the blankets but was dragged out anyway.

Instead, Wen Sinian carried him to the desk, seating him there with no further intentions.

Xu Yan watched him type rapidly, adjusting game parameters, but soon grew bored and tried to slide off his lap.

Wen Sinian jiggled his knee, making Xu Yan jolt against him.

Almost jostling his bruises, Xu Yan dug fingers into Wen’s thigh, shooting him a resentful look.

Snapping the laptop shut, Wen Sinian grabbed Xu Yan’s bag, pulling out his computer and booting it up.

Bewildered, Xu Yan asked, “What are you doing with my computer?”

Wen Sinian, who knew his system better than he did, replied, “Homework.”

Xu Yan blinked. “You got term papers too? Why not use your own computer?”

Wen Sinian opened the software on his laptop, leaning close, breath warm on his neck.

“Doing yours for you, baby.”

Xu Yan, long suffering through assignments, watched in awe as the finicky software obeyed Wen Sinian effortlessly—trimming, processing, tweaking—every step seamless.

Xu Yan stared at the screen, blinking in amazement. "Wow, that's impressive," he murmured.

Wen Sinian leaned in close behind him, resting his chin on Xu Yan's shoulder as he swiftly solved a problem. "What else you got?" he asked casually.

Xu Yan shared his ideas, pointing at the screen to explain where further adjustments were needed.

Wen Sinian acted as his high-tech helper, employing various technical methods to make it all happen easily.

What had been giving Xu Yan trouble for days was unexpectedly completed by Wen Sinian in just half an hour.

He even finished editing the half-done video and wrapped up the incomplete essay.

Xu Yan’s piled-up assignments were cleared in no time; it was barely dusk.

Wen Sinian shut down the computer for him and put it back in the bag.

Everything flowed naturally.

Xu Yan watched him, thinking that aside from being intense and unrestrained during *those* moments, Wen Sinian was truly, amazingly good to him.

So he leaned in, tilting his head to plant a soft kiss at the corner of Wen Sinian’s lips, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Thank you," he whispered.

Wen Sinian smiled, cupping his cheek to deepen the kiss.

Only when he sensed that continuing would ruin their evening plans did he pull away.

After changing clothes, they headed out.

Wen Sinian’s hand never left Xu Yan’s waist, supporting him as he leaned against him, knowing walking was still uncomfortable for him.

Xu Yan couldn’t pretend otherwise—he was basically being supported the whole time.

Their driver took them to the dock, where Wen Sinian had chartered a yacht. A Caucasian captain took them out to sea.

Xu Yan was thrilled. Though the ocean was dark at night, as they left the shore’s lights behind, the full night sky gradually unveiled itself.

He and Wen Sinian lay together on the deck loungers—or rather, Xu Yan lay atop Wen Sinian, nestled against his firm but comfortable body.

The sea breeze brushed against them, while above, the Milky Way stretched like a ribbon, dotted with twinkling stars.

All his aches seemed to disappear.

This incredible night sky, such radiant stars—nothing like what the city could offer.

Wen Sinian took his hand, drawing lines in the sky to connect distant points of light.

"This is Orion," he said, his hand moving. "And next to it is Taurus—see those two bright patches?"

Xu Yan followed their joined hands, excited. "I see them!"

He pointed. "Is that really bright one Jupiter?"

"Mm," Wen Sinian kissed his cheek. "Good job, baby. You recognized it right away."

The compliment made Xu Yan blush. He didn’t know much about constellations, but Jupiter, the largest and brightest, was easy to spot.

"It’s so beautiful," he murmured. "I’ve never seen a sky like this before."

He wanted to thank Wen Sinian again but guessed that wasn’t what he truly wanted. Instead, he tilted his head up, brushing his lips lightly against Wen Sinian’s in a gentle, loving nuzzle—like a small animal showing fondness.

Wen Sinian clearly loved it.

Under the sea breeze and starlight, they shared a slow, deep kiss.

Then, the captain’s voice called out in Mandarin from the cabin: "Meteor shower!"

Xu Yan quickly looked up, catching glimpses of bright streaks flashing across the dark horizon.

They vanished instantly, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

He squeezed his eyes shut and made a wish.

Wen Sinian watched him quietly, waiting until he opened his eyes before asking, "What did you wish for?"

Xu Yan shook his head. "Can’t say. It won't happen if I tell."

Wen Sinian chuckled. "Then do you want to hear mine?"

Before Xu Yan could stop him—or cover his mouth—Wen Sinian leaned close, his voice low and tender against his ear.

"I wished to be with you forever, baby."

Once again, he spoke his heart. "I like you so much. So much."

Xu Yan met his gaze, seeing the starlight reflected in his eyes. His heart swelled, filled with warmth.

In a quiet, shy voice, he whispered, "I like you too."

The words seemed to catch Wen Sinian off guard—just for a moment.

Then, a wave of emotion overcame them both.