Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Jiang Mo bit down hard, almost instantly piercing the finger that had invaded his mouth, drawing blood.

He bit with such fierce hatred, as if intent on snapping the other’s bones.

In response, Chen Zui merely smiled. Ignoring the injured hand for the moment, he forcefully twisted Jiang Mo’s knife-wielding hand inward, causing Jiang Mo’s wrist to bend and his fingers to involuntarily release their grip. The fruit knife clattered to the floor.

This made Jiang Mo bite down even more savagely. He pounded behind him with his other hand, and when hammering proved ineffective, he switched to pinching. Though the other man wasn't wearing thick clothing, his body was taut—Jiang Mo’s pinching attempts failed to get a grip.

Instead, he heard the other laugh.

“Baby, are you tickling me?”

Jiang Mo seethed at being called “baby,” but he wasn't the type to engage in arguments. Unable to hammer or pinch effectively, he could only continue biting down savagely on the finger in his mouth.

“Hiss—”

Chen Zui sucked in a breath—those teeth were really something.

He thrust his hips forward slightly; even through layers of fabric, the gesture felt threatening.

“Why not use that mouth to bite me down there?”

The words scared Jiang Mo out of biting. His dark pupils strained to look back but could only barely make out the black brim of a cap.

But if he gave in now and let himself be controlled, the other might just think he was an easy target.

Besides, he hadn’t even gotten hard yet, how could he…

As Jiang Mo thought, his bite on Chen Zui’s finger intensified. This reaction pleased Chen Zui—someone who scared easily would bore him. A disobedient fool like this was worth teaching a lesson.

He released Jiang Mo’s hand, but just before letting go, he applied a sharp, precise force to the arm, dislocating it. Once released, the arm went limp.

The pain forced a muffled grunt from Jiang Mo.

“Don’t worry, it can be put back,” Chen Zui’s voice was deceptively gentle. He even squeezed the limp hand lightly. Jiang Mo’s hand was thin, with almost no flesh, and a few fingers had thin calluses—perhaps from phone use.

The pain from the dislocated arm was momentary, but in that instant, Jiang Mo sweated. He hadn’t expected the other to know such a move.

The next second, his pants were suddenly yanked down.

“No!”

This was the first time Jiang Mo spoke, his voice laced with undeniable panic. As he spoke, he bit Chen Zui’s finger twice.

Chen Zui didn’t take the opportunity to remove his hand from Jiang Mo’s mouth. In the dark room, two grown men pressed close together—it should have been sexually charged, but the air was thick with a metallic scent of blood that made Jiang Mo shiver.

Cold sweat slid down Jiang Mo’s cheek as he cautiously whispered, “No… I-I won’t bite you anymore.”

The bleeding finger began to move inside his mouth. Jiang Mo’s wide pupils trembled slightly—what was this pervert doing? But he had no choice but to open his mouth wider.

Chen Zui explored inside Jiang Mo’s mouth, feeling his teeth, his palate, even venturing toward his throat.

Jiang Mo frowned in disgust and discomfort. The metallic scent of blood made him sick, and being this close to another man made him uneasy, especially since he was now exposed…

His eyes flicked toward the fruit knife on the floor.

He wondered if he could, like a martial arts master, scoop the knife with his foot, flick it up, and accurately land a stab on the pervert behind him!

Chen Zui: “Lick the blood clean.”

The command was cool but threatening, especially in the darkness, with such dangerous proximity. Jiang Mo couldn’t believe what he heard.

“What?”

“You drew the blood, you clean it up.”

It sounded reasonable—Jiang Mo had caused the bleeding, so he should handle it.

Chen Zui raised the hand he had just used to dislocate Jiang Mo’s arm, lightly pressing his fingertips against Jiang Mo’s hip. He took no further action, but even this was enough to make Jiang Mo’s muscles go rigid in fear.

Not daring to ask more, Jiang Mo frantically and anxiously began licking the blood from Chen Zui’s finger, his tongue somewhat fumbling.

Chen Zui’s fingertip traced lazy circles, but to Jiang Mo, it felt like a knife, capable of drawing blood or taking his life at any moment.

So he could only hurry even more to lick the blood from the finger. Gulp after gulp, he swallowed blood mixed with saliva.

He remained alert, fearing the other might suddenly attack, but for now, nothing happened.

Still, the finger moving around felt ticklish, making him want to squirm away.

But he didn’t dare, afraid of provoking this bastard into actually harming him.

“D-done. It’s clean now.”

Jiang Mo spoke carefully, avoiding biting down to prevent touching the other’s finger.

As hoped, Chen Zui withdrew his finger from Jiang Mo’s mouth, a string of spit trailing behind. Jiang Mo quickly stuck out his tongue to sever it.

It almost looked as though he hadn’t had enough.

The reaction made Chen Zui glance at his retracting tongue, his eyes darkening.

Chen Zui grabbed Jiang Mo’s arm again, applying an upward force. A “click” sounded, accompanied by Jiang Mo’s pained groan—the arm was back in place.

Before Jiang Mo could recover from the pain, Chen Zui forcefully and effortlessly tossed him into the bedroom and closed the door.

Jiang Mo landed on the floor, scrambled up as quickly as possible, pulled up his pants, and rushed to the door, blocking it firmly while fastening his pants.

But no one pushed against the door.

When he finally reacted and opened the door, the living room was empty. He snapped the light on, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.

The man was gone.

He picked up the fruit knife from the floor and went to the apartment door, peering through the peephole. In the end, he decided not to give chase—the other’s skills were too formidable.

After waiting for what felt like a long time, until the motion-sensor light in the hallway dimmed, Jiang Mo cautiously opened the door and stomped his foot to trigger the light.

He peered warily down the hallway—no sounds. The man had likely long since fled.

Jiang Mo’s legs nearly gave way, and he leaned against the wall to steady himself. His eyes burned with overwhelming hatred and fury. He turned around and looked up at the camera.

Frowning.

He stood on tiptoe and jumped slightly, pulling down the paper covering the camera.

He flipped it over to the front.

It was a certificate of conformity.

Jiang Mo: ?!

A certificate of what?

He brushed his teeth as soon as he got home, scrubbing hard to get rid of the bloody taste. Jiang Mo only remembered that the other’s fingers were probably pretty long.

Chen Zui sat in the car, just his injured hand extended out the window, a cigarette held between his fingers. The smoke drifted up slowly, lingering reluctantly, curling gently around his fingertips before the evening breeze carried it away.

Ao Tian: "So what was the point of this trip?"

Chen Zui looked at the wound on his finger, his expression pleased. Though clumsy at first, he quickly became skillful—a quick learner.

The skin was smooth and tender; it would show red marks if you pinched it.

He took another drag, and blew a nice, round smoke ring upward.

"Quality inspection."

"Quality inspection?"

"You mean inspecting Jiang Mo?"

"Did he pass then?"

—

Jiang Mo sat in the living room when his phone suddenly rang, making him jump. He looked around blankly before realizing the phone was in the bedroom.

Could it be that pervert, he thought?

Jiang Mo walked heavily to the bedroom. When he saw who it was from, he was surprised and quickly tapped to open it.

President Chen: "Thanks for the reminder. You should also be careful. If you get into any trouble, you can come to me."

Having just experienced that scary incident at night, Jiang Mo felt touched as he read the message. He kept reading those words over and over.

Ao Tian: "Oh my god! His favorability rating went up to 25! It jumped by 10 all at once!"

President Chen: "Sorry, did I wake you?"

Jiang Mo quickly replied: "No, not at all."

President Chen: "Up so late?"

Jiang Mo: "Yeah."

President Chen: "Could it be that what you mentioned earlier scared you?"

Though it was just text, Jiang Mo felt that President Chen’s tone must have been playful. That gentle, easygoing man had a really nice smile.

He felt kind of embarrassed and didn’t know how to respond.

President Chen: "Turns out, I was scared too."

Ao Tian: "22 now!!!"

Chen Zui flicked the cigarette butt into the car’s ashtray. When people are in danger, it’s easy for them to develop a crush on someone.

Jiang Mo smiled at the message—not a stiff, forced smile, but a genuine, though faint, one that even looked a little sunny.

President Chen: "I'll let you get some sleep. Good night."

Jiang Mo: "Good night, President Chen."

He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but Jiang Mo actually fell asleep peacefully because of Chen Zui’s message, though he’d pushed a table against the door.

The next day

Chen Xiu was moving early in the morning, making a lot of noise.

Jiang Mo saw this from his balcony and just froze.

Outside the neighborhood, Chen Zui, who had driven over to check out the scene: "You hear that?"

Ao Tian: "What?"

Chen Zui: "The sound of Jiang Mo losing it."