Chapter 65: Big Dog, Kiss Me

Chapter 65: Big Dog, Kiss Me

"I'm not into you yet, so I can find someone else. You said so yourself."

Song Yuqing’s words left Qi Zhengqing speechless.

Qi Zhengqing’s thumb brushed the hickey on Song Yuqing’s neck, his gaze dark and brooding. "Hmm."

"You kissed?" Qi Zhengqing asked.

"Who with?"

Qi Zhengqing’s voice was low. Song Yuqing gave him a casual glance. "Xiao Jinshi."

Qi Zhengqing: "Did you do anything else?"

Song Yuqing glanced at his phone in the corner, and Qi Zhengqing’s eyes followed his.

Song Yuqing leaned lightly against the entryway. "You probably don’t want to know."

Song Yuqing admitted truthfully, "We were painting."

Qi Zhengqing toyed with a strand of Song Yuqing's dried hair, then pulled him into an embrace.

"Painting? How? On him or on you?"

"What did you use to paint?"

Qi Zhengqing’s questions came one after another, leaving Song Yuqing somewhat dazed, as if he were hearing about something entirely unfamiliar.

The phone kept buzzing nonstop, and from the frequency of the notifications, one could sense the excitement of the person on the other end.

"Did you write on him?" Qi Zhengqing asked again.

Song Yuqing: "..."

No, he hadn’t.

Song Yuqing looked up at Qi Zhengqing, the light casting shadows on his eyelashes, making his emotions hard to read.

All that could be sensed was Song Yuqing’s intense curiosity as he stared at Qi Zhengqing, making the latter’s throat tighten.

"For example, writing 'pathetic dog' on him."

Song Yuqing: "..."

That seems rather insulting, even though Xiao Jinshi could be quite dog-like.

88: "Whoa, whoa, whoa, things getting so intense as soon as you get back?"

88: "Qingqing, Xiao Jinshi wouldn't take it as an insult. You have to insult him like that for him to get off on it."

Song Yuqing felt as if a new world was dawning on him.

Qi Zhengqing grabbed Song Yuqing’s hand and pressed it against his own abs. "Write it right here."

"Did you tell him to crawl over to you?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing curled his fingers slightly, pressing his knuckles against Qi Zhengqing’s abs as he leaned in. Casting his eyes down, he asked, "Mr. Qi, would you crawl over to me? Are you my dog too?"

Sometimes, Song Yuqing’s straightforward and earnest curiosity about things he didn’t understand made him seem innocently direct in a way that was captivating, making others want to teach him, to let him effortlessly handle alphas, to call them "good dog."

Qi Zhengqing’s eyes darkened. Though he was already green with envy, he pretended to be magnanimous. "What do you think?"

The suggestive light stretched their intertwined shadows.

Song Yuqing quietly watched the mature and steady alpha before him, as if discovering a new plaything.

The incessant pinging of messages continued. Amidst the noise, Song Yuqing's eyelashes fluttered down, no longer looking at Qi Zhengqing but at their overlapping shadows. "Big dog, kiss me."

His voice was even, with a note of command as he spoke to Qi Zhengqing.

A kiss landed suddenly, catching him off guard.

The kiss deepened, accompanied by the slick, eager sounds.

His breath was gradually captured, a near-suffocating sensation making his head spin from lack of oxygen.

Bang!

Qi Zhengqing’s arm slammed against the door, his large, well-defined hand cupping Song Yuqing’s neck, trapping him completely in that confined space.

The kiss made Song Yuqing’s eyelashes tremble, his amber eyes misty with tears.

Fierce and overwhelming.

After the kiss, Song Yuqing gazed at the sheen on Qi Zhengqing’s lips, unsure if it was his or Qi Zhengqing’s.

The tingling, electric sensation still left him feeling dizzy.

It was indeed exhilarating.

More fun than video games, and fresher than those boring activities. Qi Zhengqing hadn’t lied to him.

Qi Zhengqing leaned in again. Song Yuqing pushed a hand against him, instinctively turning his head away, his trembling eyelashes brushing against Qi Zhengqing’s heart.

"One more kiss."

"Baby, let me kiss you clean," the alpha said in a low voice.

Song Yuqing grasped Qi Zhengqing’s intent—he wanted to lick the moisture from Song Yuqing’s lips.

Leaning against the door, Song Yuqing’s breathing was still uneven. He nodded slightly. "Hmm."

This time, it was gentle. Qi Zhengqing kissed him softly while tidying his slightly disheveled hair and adjusting his collar.

"Come to me if you need anything. I am your husband." After saying this, Qi Zhengqing changed the subject. "By the way, your gun was ruined by water and broke. It’s unusable now."

Song Yuqing, recalling the scene from last night, frowned, displeased.

"Go change your clothes," Qi Zhengqing whispered, his voice so low only Song Yuqing could hear. "I found you a new one. Let’s test it outside."

Song Yuqing: "Hmm."

When Song Yuqing entered the room and checked his phone, there were already 99+ messages.

.: "Being a dog?"

.: "Just slept with another alpha, and now you're back kissing Qi Zhengqing? Are you that hard up for an alpha? You should be locked up."

.: "Baby, you're so wet. I want to tie you up and kiss you until you're covered in your wetness."

.: "I'll wash you down, every inch, bit by bit."

.: "I love you, can't you see? Do I have to kill them for you to look at me?"

.: "You're reading the messages, why aren't you replying? Why? Why won't you reply?"

Song Yuqing lowered his eyes, coldly scanning the pile of nonsense.

88 comments, "He's losing it."

Song Yuqing didn't even feel like changing clothes, thinking about the hidden cameras in the room that hadn't been found yet. Changing would just invite those sticky, lingering eyes all over him.

The fucking creep really has some skills.

Then again, without skills, how could he have made it from New Zhou to Sri-Lan Zhou and been accepted by the people there?

Song Yuqing: "Mr. Qi, let's go."

Song Yuqing didn't change clothes, and Qi Zhengqing didn't say anything, though it confirmed some suspicions.

He just took Song Yuqing to a shooting range. Sri-Lan Zhou's winter was cold, so they had built a large indoor shooting range.

Qi Zhengqing only left a safety officer there to set up targets.

Qi Zhengqing held Song Yuqing's hand from behind, "Focus on the target, keep your hand steady, don't be afraid of hurting anyone."

"If they die by your hand, it's what they deserved." Qi Zhengqing's low voice came from behind.

Many people fear firing a gun because they're afraid of hurting others or themselves.

But fear makes it hard to pull the trigger.

Song Yuqing nodded slightly, his finger squeezing the trigger. A bullet shot out of the barrel, hitting the bullseye.

Qi Zhengqing smiled, not withholding praise, "Nice shot."

Song Yuqing didn't look at Qi Zhengqing, just stared at another target and said, "Move back a little, I'll do it myself."

Qi Zhengqing moved back about a meter behind Song Yuqing, listening to the bang-bang-bang of gunshots. The last shot hit the fourth ring, and only then did Song Yuqing glance at Qi Zhengqing.

"Show me again."

Qi Zhengqing came closer again, the two standing near each other, and he said, "Xiao Jinshi has an odd temperament. When he loves someone, he loves them to the extreme."

"He'd do anything for them."

"To manage him, you might need to put in more effort than with Pei Huai."

Pei Huai is impulsive but straightforward. He might cause a lot of small troubles, but there's no need to worry about Pei Huai betraying Song Yuqing.

Qi Zhengqing analyzed with Song Yuqing.

Song Yuqing's gaze fixed on the bullseye, he pulled the trigger again, another bullet piercing the center. "I know."

"I just need to use Xiao Jinshi recently." Song Yuqing explained, "Pei Huai isn't of much use here."

Qi Zhengqing: "Is someone following you?"

Song Yuqing nodded and asked Qi Zhengqing, "Did you go out today?"

Qi Zhengqing continued going over the details with him, "I was out for two hours."

Song Yuqing: "My phone is being monitored, and there are cameras in the room. While we were kissing, he was sending me messages."

Qi Zhengqing's eyes darkened.

"I'd checked for cameras earlier. The ones today must have been installed during the two hours you were out."

Qi Zhengqing: "I'll have someone post a guard outside the door."

Song Yuqing nodded, "Alright."

But it might not be useful. He even suspected that fucking bastard might be right in his room.

Maybe under the bed, what a loser.

Seems like he's very confident about this competition, not preparing properly but stirring up all this shit around him.

Popping in and out like a ghost, so annoying.

Bang!

The alpha held up the target, the bullet hitting the bullseye he was holding. The group of aristocratic brats shooting at him burst into laughter.

"You trash, are you scared? Hold it higher."

"You always forget your place."

The alpha's eyes were gloomy. Why would Song Yuqing choose such trash but completely ignore him? They're the same, both from the slums, both geniuses. He and Song Yuqing are meant for each other.

The first match garnered some attention across the Four Great Continents.

The most discussed was the team from New Zhou, not because they were strong enough to make it to the second round.

But because the captain of New Zhou's team really catered to everyone's aesthetic.

The audience from the Four Great Continents also discussed Song Yuqing extensively.

Some dug up Song Yuqing's background: a beta from the slums, the first commoner president of a prestigious school like Viktor, and of course, that his husband is Qi Zhengqing.

The second round was also broadcast live, with teams entering one by one. The chat blew up for the first time.

The first match was between Song Yuqing's team and Sri-Lan Zhou.

"This match against Sri-Lan Zhou might be a real challenge."

"Qingqing, why are you wearing so much? Do you have a cold? Sri-Lan Zhou is really quite chilly."

"Even a nod from him drives me wild. Song Yuqing should shine in the entertainment industry, not mess around with this broken robot."

"Bullshit, do you even know what New Zhou's entertainment industry is like? Those people are just playthings for the upper class. I think this is better—he can excel in his own field."

After Song Yuqing finished adjusting, he shook hands with Unit 6, "Take it seriously, don't lose your head. I'm not fixing it for you."

"Aww, baby, why are you talking to the robot? Can it understand? Baby, talk to me instead!"

Number Six — ^^

Got it! Take the head off!

Mom will fix it!

"Oh no, he really seems to understand."

The alpha from Team Three of Sri Lanka, also adjusting his robot, glanced disdainfully at the dumb-looking robot in front of Song Yuqing.

What a loser, daring to compete with them.

Although, his mother is quite beautiful. If Song Yuqing were Number Six's mother, the alpha found himself somewhat captivated by the idea once he entertained it.

If their robot smashed Song Yuqing's stupid son to pieces, would Song Yuqing come after them with his stupid son in tow?

After finishing his adjustments, the alpha stood to the side, shot a glance at Song Yuqing, and said, "Just wait till our robot beats your son to a pulp."

"But if you beg me, I might help you fix your robot." The alpha's tone was dripping with condescending arrogance, though he couldn't help stealing glances at the beta beside him—taking in his crystal-like eyes, his snow-white cheeks.

"Wow, how big of you." Song Yuqing lightly lifted his eyelids, a slight curve forming on his lips.

The alpha stared at Song Yuqing's profile, momentarily dazzled by the faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

His breath hitched, matching the slight flutter of Song Yuqing's eyelashes.

Team Three of Sri Lanka did have some skill. Number Six wasn't alpha-linked yet, so its movements weren't very agile, and it took several hits to the head.

Dazed and with its brain rattled, it shook its head and looked pitifully at Song Yuqing in the audience.

Song Yuqing offered no encouragement, just stared coldly at Number Six as if to say, "You worthless piece of junk."

Number Six: "..."

Wah, Mom doesn't love me anymore!

Number Six was way smarter than anyone thought. Having mingled with Numbers One, Two, and Three—all created by Song Yuqing—it was utterly convinced that Song Yuqing was its mother.

"Dammit, this little shit is acting cute with Song Yuqing. Hurry up and fight, what are you being cute for?"

"This is priceless, Number Six looks so abandoned by its mom!"

"So savage—the director even cut to Song Yuqing. Awooga! That half-smile of hers is so gorgeous! It gives off 'if you can't win, don't come home' vibes."

"Number Six, your mama is so pretty!!! Can she be my mama too?"

"Number Six, rest in peace. We'll take good care of your mommy for you. Mama, open the door, I'm Number Seven!"

Crash!

Number Six's head was almost knocked clean off.

Just when everyone thought Number Six was about to get crushed, its tentacles wrapped around the Sri Lankan robot's fingers.

The next moment, the Sri Lankan robot's fingers got crushed. What followed was a cycle: getting hit in the head, stunned, counterattacking, getting hit again, stunned, counterattacking again.

The opposing robot, after analysis, clearly identified Number Six's head as its weak point and put all its power into a fatal blow to Number Six's head.

The instant Number Six's head was knocked clean off, all its tentacles ensnared the Sri Lankan robot. In mere moments, the large Sri Lankan robot was torn apart.

After the fight, Number Six scrambled to pick up its head. Holding its head with its tentacles, it bounced over to Song Yuqing and pointed at its empty neck.

The meaning was clear—Mom, please put back my head.

Team Sri Lanka: "..."

The stream chat: "..."

"Was this thing acting just now?"

"Holy shit, first time I've seen a robot scam another robot."

"So where's its main processor? Not in the head? Then maybe aim for its belly next time. Or just squash the little bastard—won't leave any room for tricks."

"Number Six: Thanks a lot~"

"Bro, you were legit running around holding your head."

Team Three of Sri Lanka was completely shocked, staring at Song Yuqing. "What kind of freak of nature is this?"

Song Yuqing cupped Number Six's ears, his tone gentle and calm. "Don't listen, mean comments."

Team Sri Lanka: "..."

#W￥%￥%…………%%……

Bad reviews? We weren't even being that mean. Faking with a robot? Is it even a robot? What kind of sneaky person makes a robot like this?

The Sri Lankan team walked away pale-faced. Song Yuqing brought Number Six back to his station, took out the small tools he had with him, and reattached its head. Number Six's head wasn't actually detached—it had just put on a show, acting like its head had rolled off.

After reattachment and reboot, the head was back in place.

Everyone was sneakily watching Song Yuqing reattach Number Six's head. The alpha from Sri Lanka couldn't look away—wait, he actually knows how to do this.

After the match, the Sri Lankan team came over and demanded that Song Yuqing fix their robot, claiming Number Six had broken it. "Song Yuqing, are you going to pay for this or not?"

Song Yuqing lowered his gaze and patted Number Six's head. "Do I look like someone who doesn't hold grudges? You guys knocked my kid's head off, and now you want me to compensate you?"