Chapter 64: Enough

Chapter 64 Enough

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze. "Go draw the curtains."

Xiao Jinshi leaned in, nuzzling affectionately against the nape of Song Yuqing’s neck. "Can we not? I want to see you, brother..."

The hotel curtains were thick and light-proof, capable of blocking out most daylight even during the day.

Outside, snow drifted softly. Inside the room, their skin pressed together, and he could warm Song Yuqing with his scorching body, melting the innermost cold within him.

Large bouquets of roses lay scattered around Song Yuqing, allowing him to admire every detail of Song Yuqing’s body.

"Brother, the glass is one-way. Don’t worry, no one can see."

"My phone is outside too. I won’t leave any recorded evidence."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Xiao Jinshi clung to him like a devoted dog. "Brother, will you teach me now, please?"

"Teach me how to please you."

Song Yuqing pushed Xiao Jinshi’s face away. "Go find me something to wear and check the room for cameras."

Hearing this, Xiao Jinshi felt even more like he was walking on clouds. Song Yuqing had been rewarding him a lot lately.

It all felt too unreal.

Xiao Jinshi even wondered if he had died when they set out—if the plane had crashed, leaving him with no burial site, and these rewards were compensation for such a tragic death.

Otherwise, how could such good fortune happen every day?

"I’ll go now."

Xiao Jinshi first fetched some clothes—his own shirt. On Song Yuqing, it would probably only reach his upper thighs.

Just imagining how Song Yuqing would look in it made Xiao Jinshi’s heart stir. He envisioned Song Yuqing’s slender waist and those long, pale legs...

After checking the bathroom to ensure the glass was secure and there were no cameras, Song Yuqing turned on the shower.

When Xiao Jinshi returned with the clothes and heard the sound of running water, the sense of unreality grew even stronger.

His throat tightened slightly. "Brother, here are the clothes."

The bathroom door opened from the inside, releasing a wave of steam mixed with a faint, crisp, cool fragrance that, in the humid air, transformed into a warm scent, making one’s head feel even dizzier.

Song Yuqing extended a hand—pale, slender fingers with distinct knuckles. "Finished checking?"

Leaning against the wall, Xiao Jinshi reached through the steam as if trying to touch Song Yuqing’s hand. "Done. There’s nothing. No one would have the audacity to install surveillance in my room."

Song Yuqing took the shirt Xiao Jinshi handed him. "Find me some pants too."

Xiao Jinshi’s romantic fantasies faded somewhat, but he still made a last-ditch effort. "Can I not wear pants?"

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze, water droplets trembling on his lashes before falling. "No."

Reluctantly, Xiao Jinshi found a pair of pants and handed them to Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing opened the bathroom door, and Xiao Jinshi immediately brought a towel to dry his hair.

Xiao Jinshi: "You tricked me again."

Song Yuqing glanced at him coolly. "You overthought it yourself. I didn’t trick you."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

"What’s the unspeakable task you want me to do?" Xiao Jinshi asked, feeling frustrated but unable to hold back.

Song Yuqing: "The alpha I pointed out to you today—have someone follow him discreetly."

Xiao Jinshi finally recalled the alpha Song Yuqing had indicated during the competition.

He wasn’t foolish. "You suspect he’s the alpha who stabbed Qi Ran before? What happened afterward? Why are you so determined to find him?"

"To send him a little return gift," Song Yuqing said softly. If possible, he’d prefer to eliminate the threat entirely. He didn’t want to still be threatened five years later.

At the very least, he wanted to take the initiative. He couldn’t afford to be passive every time. Being outsmarted once by that scoundrel was enough—if it happened again, he’d seem too easy to fool.

Of course, these were still just speculations. For now, he was relying on intuition to handle the situation.

Lately, that familiar feeling of being watched had resurfaced.

But soon, he’d be able to test whether it was that person.

"So you pretended to sleep with me to lure him out?" Xiao Jinshi’s emotions swung wildly, ending in frustration.

Song Yuqing tilted his head to look at the disgruntled curly-haired puppy. "Is that wrong?"

"Allowed," Xiao Jinshi gritted his teeth. "It’s allowed."

After all, only by acting as if they were intimate could they reasonably check the room and their phones for cameras. It wasn’t impossible for hotels to have hidden surveillance, and Song Yuqing’s caution about leaving no evidence was understandable. They could speak freely in the room.

"Brother, then reward me."

Song Yuqing lifted his eyes, giving Xiao Jinshi a faint glance. "A slap as a reward?"

Water droplets from his hair dampened Song Yuqing’s shirt, clinging to his smooth back and elegant shoulder blades wrapped in cool, pale skin. Xiao Jinshi stared intently.

His hands continued drying Song Yuqing’s hair, but his eyes lingered on Song Yuqing’s body.

Xiao Jinshi stared, his mind uncontrollably thinking—a slap would be fine too.

He leaned down, wanting to kiss Song Yuqing’s shoulder blades, to trail downward, to cover Song Yuqing’s body with wet, lingering kisses.

"Brother, test me. Whatever Qi Zhengqing can’t do, I can."

"I can please you."

Xiao Jinshi’s voice trembled slightly.

"How will you please me?" Song Yuqing tilted his head, closing the distance between them. His breath was light, and Xiao Jinshi’s nose brushed against his.

Song Yuqing stared at him intently, and Xiao Jinshi’s heart raced again.

"Kisses?"

"Will you help me?"

"Or do you want to have no distinction between you and me?"

Song Yuqing was serious, and Xiao Jinshi could detect no romantic or flirtatious undertones from him; he could only see Song Yuqing approaching this as if it were just a theoretical discussion.

Yet, with every word Song Yuqing spoke, Xiao Jinshi's heart seemed to beat uncontrollably, thumping wildly.

If he didn't know Song Yuqing's personality, he might have thought Song Yuqing was teasing him.

"I'm fine with either, brother." Xiao Jinshi still felt his heart couldn't take much more.

"Brother..." Xiao Jinshi leaned in, gently nuzzling Song Yuqing's nose bridge, like an affectionate puppy begging for a little doting.

Their breaths intertwined.

Just as Xiao Jinshi was about to kiss Song Yuqing's lips, Song Yuqing pushed him away. "You're too hot."

"Don't kiss me."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

"Besides, I don't think you're pleasing me; I think you're rewarding yourself," Song Yuqing analyzed coolly.

Xiao Jinshi felt choked up—though it was true.

Song Yuqing walked over to Xiao Jinshi's easel, where an unfinished painting depicted him as the clear subject.

It was another painting with him hardly wearing any clothes, likely another of Xiao Jinshi's fantasies, with only a layer of white gauze for clothing, half-hidden and semi-transparent.

This painting had an added layer of conflict—a conflict between wanting to restrain and wanting to set free, unlike the previous ones that were intensely controlling, as if wanting to make him a marionette.

Song Yuqing said meaningfully, with double entendre, "You've been thinking a lot lately."

"Just thinking. If I can't kiss, can't I at least think?" Xiao Jinshi stood behind Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing picked up a paintbrush. "You teach me to paint."

Xiao Jinshi bent over and took hold of Song Yuqing's hand. "Alright, I'll teach you, brother."

"You've exaggerated this part..." Song Yuqing worked on the light and shadow in the snowy scene, his gaze lingering on the waist Xiao Jinshi had painted.

Xiao Jinshi lightly traced the outline of Song Yuqing's waist with his fingers and responded, "It's not exaggerated. I've held it; I know."

Song Yuqing added, "I'm not that thin."

Xiao Jinshi couldn't help laughing, his fingers gently tracing the exaggerated curve of Song Yuqing's waist and the beautiful small of his back. "Yes, you are. You have no idea how slim you are."

"If you gain a little more weight, the dimples might become more pronounced," Xiao Jinshi continued, admiring the lovely pair of back dimples. Before meeting Song Yuqing, he had never thought of painting the human body. After meeting him, every one of his paintings was about Song Yuqing, and he realized that a beautiful body and face could truly inspire endless creativity.

"Brother, you should eat well," Xiao Jinshi reminded him.

Song Yuqing didn't respond to this and instead looked downward. "What are you planning to paint here?"

Xiao Jinshi: "...A place brother probably won't show me. It's hard to imagine."

"Brother, can you describe what it looks like?" Xiao Jinshi held Song Yuqing's hand to mix the paint.

Song Yuqing: "..."

"Snow-white with a hint of pink? Can my hand even hold it?"

Xiao Jinshi shamelessly continued talking with Song Yuqing, who kept his eyes on the painting. "It can't."

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Liar.

Xiao Jinshi: "I meant my hand, not yours."

Song Yuqing looked down. "Mm, it can't."

Xiao Jinshi chuckled softly again. Song Yuqing was a cat through and through, utterly contrary. He wasn't buying it at all—betas naturally couldn't compare to alphas in size/physique, but being slender and fair-skinned was quite likely.

Song Yuqing: "Can we paint a bird here?"

Xiao Jinshi choked on Song Yuqing's blunt words. "That's exactly where I planned to paint a bird."

Song Yuqing shot him a dissatisfied look. "I meant a nightingale."

Xiao Jinshi fell silent for a moment before abandoning his original idea and incorporating Song Yuqing's suggestion. "Sure, I'll teach you."

They painted for an hour but didn't finish. Song Yuqing decided to stop. "You finish the rest. I'll come back to see it later."

Xiao Jinshi: "No, you can't leave yet."

Song Yuqing cited statistics. "Fifteen minutes per session, plus showering—that's enough time for you twice over."

Xiao Jinshi nearly laughed in exasperation. Fifteen minutes per session? Who was Song Yuqing mocking?

"You have no experience at all," Xiao Jinshi couldn't help but say.

He even wanted to ask if that dog Qi Zhengqing only lasted fifteen minutes and never truly satisfied Song Yuqing.

Xiao Jinshi: "Don't you even do it yourself?"

Song Yuqing thought of last night's scene and felt somewhat displeased. He hadn't even mentioned that Xiao Jinshi was a three-minute man. Fifteen minutes is normal—he’d looked it up.

"Stay for another two hours before going out. It'll be more believable."

Song Yuqing stared coldly at Xiao Jinshi, his expression full of distrust.

Xiao Jinshi had no choice but to say, "Trust me. Don’t I know what a pervert is like?"

"I am one myself..."

"Mm, you are a pervert. You understand perverts better," Song Yuqing finished the sentence. This was one reason he sought out Xiao Jinshi—perverts always understood what other perverts might do. Another reason was that Xiao Jinshi had more people at his disposal in Sri Lanka.

Xiao Jinshi: "..."

Was that what he meant?

A normal alpha might be quick the first time with Song Yuqing, but they’d definitely give him a full experience afterward. Three hours would count as him being restrained, resisting Song Yuqing—a tease who led people on all day but never let anyone have him.

Xiao Jinshi looked at Song Yuqing and suggested earnestly, "You should also put some marks on yourself."

Song Yuqing pondered seriously and pointed to his neck. "Kiss my neck."

Xiao Jinshi almost let his paintbrush slip. "Wait a moment."

This time, Xiao Jinshi wised up. He went to the ice machine, took an ice cube, and put it in his mouth. This way, Song Yuqing couldn’t push him away again for being too hot.

Xiao Jinshi: "Can we kiss on the bed?"

Song Yuqing gave a slight nod.

Snow was falling thick and fast outside the window, the descent silent.

In the room, the Alpha undid the first button of Song Yuqing's shirt, his hands trembling slightly.

Song Yuqing shot Xiao Jinshi a look of disdain. "What are you shaking for?"

His amber eyes gazed calmly at Xiao Jinshi, who lowered his head and looked at Song Yuqing's strikingly beautiful face—his lips still pale, his expression devoid of any emotion, as if merely fulfilling a duty, "It's my first time; I'm a bit nervous."

Xiao Jinshi didn't know if it was from the cold, but even his tongue felt somewhat numb.

He pressed his lips to Song Yuqing's collarbone, gently nibbling to leave marks, leaving a trail of marks down his neck.

Song Yuqing felt the cold sensation on his neck and pushed his hand against Xiao Jinshi's chest. Xiao Jinshi's breathing grew erratic, his pheromones spilling out uncontrollably.

The air was filled with a rich scent of roses, as if petals were falling all over Song Yuqing, enveloping him completely. Xiao Jinshi's pheromones drenched Song Yuqing's entire body—it was too bad Song Yuqing couldn't smell them.

Xiao Jinshi's fingers brushed over Song Yuqing's brows and eyes. "Brother, who are you thinking about?"

His cooled breath grew hot again. "Are you thinking about Qi Zhengqing? Are we cuckolding him?"

It was only when Xiao Jinshi said this that Song Yuqing thought of Qi Zhengqing. Would Qi Zhengqing be furious? Probably not.

Qi Zhengqing had said he wouldn’t be angry, that Song Yuqing was free to find other Alphas. Song Yuqing had carefully considered Qi Zhengqing's words—they sounded sincere, not just empty pleasantries.

Besides, it was all just acting—why would there be any reason to get angry?

Song Yuqing pushed Xiao Jinshi away. "Enough."

"Brother, are you sure you don’t want me to continue helping? The corners of your eyes are red."

Xiao Jinshi restrained his impulse to go further and pressed lightly against Song Yuqing's slender back. Song Yuqing was straightening his shirt, which had been wrinkled by Xiao Jinshi.

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze. "Not needed."

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, catching a faint cold light. Truthfully, he wasn’t as averse to such actions as he thought.

It seemed that even this kind of rubbing and closeness could bring a sense of pleasure.

Song Yuqing fastened the top button of his shirt with his slender fingers, then left Xiao Jinshi behind. "I'm going back."

As he was about to open the door, Song Yuqing reminded him, "Be careful lately—don’t get yourself killed."

Xiao Jinshi curved his lips into a light smile, embracing Song Yuqing from behind. The tall Alpha lowered his head slightly and nuzzled Song Yuqing’s neck again.

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him. I won’t let your efforts go to waste."

He also needed to have someone follow Song Yuqing. That pervert would surely be furious—if he were that pervert, he’d be enraged, driven mad, desperate to lock Song Yuqing away.

Song Yuqing nodded and gave his final instruction. "Don’t talk about this matter outside. The next time I come to you, you can tell me then."

Before leaving, Song Yuqing patted Xiao Jinshi’s head. "You did well today."

Xiao Jinshi really wanted to ask Song Yuqing in what way he had done well.

In the end, he didn’t ask, but that didn’t stop him from feeling pleased by Song Yuqing’s praise.

Picking up his phone, Song Yuqing left Xiao Jinshi’s room. That feeling of being watched clung to him again, sticky and persistent.

Song Yuqing didn’t pause his steps and headed straight for the floor where he was staying.

The marks on Song Yuqing’s neck were obvious—layered kiss marks blooming like double-petaled crabapples against a canvas of snow-white skin. His complexion was the most beautiful canvas.

Shortly after Song Yuqing left, Xiao Jinshi retrieved the clothes Song Yuqing had left in the bathroom and placed them on the bed.

He buried his face in them.

"Brother, reward me a little more..."

Song Yuqing’s clothes were saturated with his scent. Soon, the room was filled with an unmistakable fragrance—thick and sticky, spreading through the air. It was a scene so normal that even if a pervert had sneaked in, they wouldn’t have noticed anything unusual.

Song Yuqing took the elevator downstairs.

His phone vibrated several times. Only after stepping out of the elevator did Song Yuqing take out his phone, along with his key card to open the door.

".: Did you do it with him?"

".: Did he fuck you well?"

".: Qingqing, you’re not behaving—both disobedient and naive. Do you really think that if you sleep with him, he’ll be with you? Will he listen to you? You underestimate how much those people care about social class. We are the same kind."

As Song Yuqing opened the door, he happened to see Qi Zhengqing behind it—the man seemed to have been about to go out.

Qi Zhengqing’s gaze fell on Song Yuqing’s neck, his eyes dark and unreadable. He didn’t look away for a moment, staring directly at the marks on Song Yuqing’s neck.

Ill-fitting clothes, pheromones from another Alpha all over him, traces of another Alpha everywhere.

Song Yuqing placed his phone on the nearby cabinet and looked up, his gaze meeting Qi Zhengqing’s directly.

In the air, their eyes locked.

"I know you’re not angry."

Author's Note:

Da Qi: ...And so the day arrived when my wife came home after kissing another Alpha.