Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Qi Jing naturally draped an arm over the other’s shoulders. His eyes were cool and clear, and for a moment, their breaths mingled.

“You smell of perfume.”

On his collar.

The atmosphere instantly grew subtle.

Bo Chengyan frowned slightly, repeating, “Perfume?”

Perhaps from the banquet?

Qi Jing was gently lifted a little higher. His cheeks were small, and he looked straight up. “Mm.”

His voice was flat.

The man raised a hand to sniff his own collar, but before he could speak,

“It’s lily of the valley.”

Bo Chengyan’s mind went blank for a moment, but the person in his arms released his grip and looked up at him.

“Perhaps my assistant wasn’t careful when delivering something, and it got on me.”

“Or maybe I accidentally brushed against someone.”

The youth remained silent.

He simply lowered his gaze, turning his head to reach for his phone.

It had been years since Bo Chengyan needed to explain himself to anyone. Acting before thinking, he instinctively caught the youth’s wrist and pulled him closer.

“Xiao Jing…”

“You’re hurting me.”

The person in his arms frowned slightly, his voice soft, with a hint of accusation.

Bo Chengyan felt his temple twitch and immediately let go, instead gently rubbing it while apologizing in a steady voice, “I used too much strength. I’m sorry.”

Qi Jing’s nape was gently cradled, almost his entire body enveloped beneath the other’s.

A suffocating closeness.

“Mm.”

“I’ll be more careful next time. I haven’t touched anyone else.”

Qi Jing turned his chin away, ignoring him. He didn’t really know what to say.

The youth had never experienced any hardship, so when he sensed discomfort, he reacted bluntly, having never developed the habit of “enduring.”

“I don’t like this scent.”

Qi Jing looked up at him.

“Take it off.”

Outside, a light drizzle still fell. Though much lighter now, the sky remained gloomy.

Qi Jing seriously began unbuttoning the other’s shirt.

But quickly grew impatient.

Without thinking, he looked up.

Bo Chengyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed before he quickly averted his gaze and said gently, “Alright, I’ll do it.”

One hand rested on his waist while the other undid the collar.

Qi Jing watched closely, like an inspector.

When the last button was undone, soft fingers brushed his abdominal muscles…

He used them to brace himself.

Qi Jing moved to get down from the chair.

Bo Chengyan’s arm didn’t release him, his voice low. “Why are you getting down?”

“I’m going to get you a change of clothes.”

The youth stated plainly, with no hint of suggestiveness—only dissatisfaction.

In the end, Qi Jing was carried to the bed. The silky pajamas slipped, revealing pale calves.

Bo Chengyan’s palm could fully wrap around the youth’s leg, but he released it lightly.

The tailored clothes had been delivered personally, with several boxes to choose from. The youth sorted through them on the bed before finally picking out a fresh white shirt.

Looking up, he ordered, “Wear this.”

Qi Jing still liked woody fragrances. He sniffed it before handing it over.

But perhaps still upset,

he didn't move, simply staring up.

Sometimes, Bo Chengyan thought he was too young, some actions and words too blunt. He raised a hand to cover the youth’s eyes.

“Don’t look at me that way.”

Qi Jing’s neck was slender, and even with his eyes covered, his skin gleamed.

Everything he did was tempting.

The palm was large enough that with just a slight shift, it could cover his entire face.

A wet sensation—the youth was breathing.

Qi Jing barely heard the rustle of fabric. His lips brushed against the fingers before he lifted Bo Chengyan’s arm away.

A beautifully sculpted torso.

Muscles evenly distributed and powerful.

“Still not satisfied?”

Qi Jing was lifted by the waist, his knees pressed apart as he was pulled into sitting face-to-face in the other man’s lap.

Bo Chengyan was indeed strikingly handsome, but not in the way of an idol from the entertainment industry—his features were more direct, more imposing. Even the shadows beneath his brow seemed naturally pronounced, his dark eyes simmering with intensity.

Qi Jing’s tastes had been molded ever since he was brought to Jinjiang Villa. Back when Lin Se had laid out the photos, he had been completely baffled.

Why wasn’t Bo Chengyan among them?

He liked this kind.

“No perfume.”

“Alright.”

Qi Jing didn’t know what else to say. His waist was firmly held, leaving him unable to move, and it was a little uncomfortable.

He felt his body temperature rising slightly.

“I want to kiss.”

Qi Jing tilted his head up slightly, saying earnestly.

The gloomy weather outside carried a breeze as their lips met, pressing lightly before deepening gradually. Their tongues teased each other.

The quiet sound of wet kisses lingered.

Qi Jing had been pampered—he felt no discomfort, even growing accustomed to being served, too lazy to lift a finger.

He simply closed his eyes, letting out faint, soft, breathy sounds.

Kissing was indeed a wonderful experience.

It felt consuming.

Qi Jing wrinkled the other man’s shirt, breathless when they finally parted, his lips slick and parted.

“Why don’t you know how to breathe?”

“Where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

As if it just clicked, the young man kept asking questions.

“It’s not difficult. You’re my first.”

Qi Jing didn’t quite believe it. Perhaps he had fully settled into this world, leading him to doubt the information the system had provided.

Because the person before him was real.

Not just a character.

Bo Chengyan was almost thirty and had never dated?

Was that even normal?

“Why wouldn’t it be normal?” His voice rumbled, like a drumbeat against his eardrums.

Qi Jing’s shoulder blades were guided closer with a light press.

“I’m particular.”

The young man paused, confused.

What…

“Hn… ah.”

The corners of Qi Jing’s eyes flushed immediately. Unable to escape, he felt a kiss press against the nape of his neck.

Wet.

It stung a little.

Bo Chengyan’s shoulder was suddenly shoved weakly—like a cat’s reflex.

Qi Jing’s nose was flushed as he pressed his fingers against the man’s shirt, mumbling, “You bit me.”

“Mm.”

“It hurts.”

Nobody warned him about this.

The porn he’d watched was probably the kind where one moaned while the other did all the work.

In Qi Jing’s imagination, intimacy wasn’t supposed to hurt—only pleasure.

He didn’t understand.

“It hurts?”

For some reason, the man didn’t explain. Instead, he yanked him back. “Let me see.”

The nape of his neck, once snow-white, now bore a small red mark, speckled with blood.

Bo Chengyan frowned.

“Sorry.”

Qi Jing didn’t know this was a “hickey,” he just felt wronged—why was it like this?

“I’ll bite you back.”

Bo Chengyan didn’t protest, replying calmly, “Alright.”

But where to bite was the question.

After a pause, Qi Jing went for the throat—the closest target.

But after only nipping lightly with his teeth,

he was lifted by the neck, pulled into another searing kiss.

Around three PM,

Qi Jing felt utterly exhausted, curled under a blanket as he checked the note left behind—Bo Chengyan was gone.

He should be back by five.

The boy’s lips were slightly swollen as he picked out clothes in the room, throwing on a comfortable T-shirt before going back to 1408.

He needed to ask about something.

The bodyguard tailed him at a discreet distance, standing guard outside the door as instructed, while Qi Jing walked right in.

Jiang Xiuyuan seemed to be doing much better.

“What’s wrong?”

At twenty-two, he was three years older than Qi Jing, naturally taking on the role of caretaker.

Besides, Jiang Xiuyuan was an older brother by nature.

“I wanted to talk to you.”

Qi Jing mentioned the transfer notification he received at noon, and the young man immediately stiffened, his face going pale. “Is he out of his mind?!”

“Don’t accept it. I’ll return it to you myself.”

“I already sent it back.”

The boy sat on the sofa, hands on his knees, gazing quietly.

Jiang Xiuyuan didn’t quite know how to handle Qi Jing’s visit, but at least it kept his mind from wandering—now he had to talk to a real person.

It was like falling from a great height back to the ground.

His ankles felt anchored by stones, but this was the best way to steady himself for now.

“What should we talk about?” Jiang Xiuyuan asked.

Qi Jing answered seriously, “He bit me.”

“Ah…”

“President Bo?”

Qi Jing defenselessly showed the back of his neck, looking completely baffled. “It was really painful. Does he hate me?”

Jiang Xiuyuan’s expression shifted through a rainbow of emotions, recalling Qi Jing’s naive questions back at the club.

He really knew so little.

“How… how do you not know anything?”

Sometimes Jiang Xiuyuan wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing. Being overly sheltered… might make it harder to handle the real world.

But then again, it wasn’t his concern.

After all, months ago, all those tabloid rumors had disappeared completely. That man had complete control over Qi Jing’s environment.

Hardly surprising.

“I… I do know things.”

Qi Jing felt he was already quite knowledgeable, though he sounded defensive.

“My classmates are the same. They’ve just seen videos too. I… I already know a lot.”

Jiang Xiuyuan fell silent for a moment before chuckling, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at him. “You sure? Your classmates wouldn’t tell you what they actually do.”

“Teens in the capital start experimenting as early as middle school.”

Qi Jing’s gaze turned uncertain. The only person he knew with actual experience was the one sitting in front of him.

He wanted to ask.

Being gay wasn’t easy—Bo Chengyan had said so.

That likely made it harder.

After a pause.

“Ah… it’s nothing, just an aggressive kiss.”

Jiang Xiuyuan explained briefly, mentioning “possessiveness” again, explaining that some pain during sex wasn’t unusual.

“Sex doesn’t always feel good. It can hurt.”

Qi Jing froze. “Really?”

Ruan Hang had mentioned it once, but he hadn’t believed it—the videos made it seem so pleasurable.

Seeing was more convincing than hearing.

But now two people were saying the same thing.

“Of course it can hurt. You wouldn’t understand. Some people even enjoy pain, like S—”

He abruptly stopped.

Looking at Qi Jing’s clueless face, Jiang Xiuyuan subtly tugged his sleeve to cover his own marks.

“Never mind. If the other person’s skilled, even the first time can be good.”

“It won’t hurt.”

Only after speaking did Jiang Xiuyuan realize he’d started doing the same thing—softening the truth for Qi Jing.

This would only keep him sheltered.

For a moment, he was speechless.

“Is it worse than biting your finger?”

“…”

*

There was a local TV show, a family reunion program, using the internet and media to help countless families reconnect with lost children, promoting good values and holding great social value.

But some took advantage—like an eighty-year-old searching for a baby girl, right after losing their eldest son in a car crash.

The episode caused an uproar as soon as it aired, and facing backlash, the station took it off air.

Z Province was a major trafficking route, where many abducted children were passed through. Looking through those never-seen photos, Bo Chengyan’s face showed no emotion.

Qi Jing looked very young, but he always felt… it didn’t quite look like him.

“I was pretty shocked when I saw it, but honestly, childhood photos of your kid—do you want them or not?”

Bo Chengyan frowned and glanced over, “I’m not a pervert.”

“I don’t need these photos.”

Chen Zhuo was taken aback, “I thought you’d cherish photos of him as a child. You don’t want them?”

“He doesn’t need that pointless past.”

Bo Chengyan calmly fed the photos into the shredder. “All he needs to remember is the present.”

“Where are those parents?”

Chen Zhuo was lost in thought for a moment before replying, “The people from the TV station took them to the lounge on the third floor.”

As Bo Chengyan got up to leave, the young man behind him asked, “Are you going to try diplomacy first, or go straight to force?”