Chapter 95: Rubbing Against the Wall

Chapter 95: Leaning Against the Wall

Wanting to do the most intimate things with Song Yuqing, wanting to please Song Yuqing in bed—wasn't hard to understand.

Every alpha would want this. Not just those notable lackeys around Song Yuqing, but even those alphas who were captivated just by looking at Song Yuqing’s face would want to please him.

Song Yuqing’s amber eyes shifted slightly as he slumped weakly against Qi Zhengqing’s chest. After closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembled faintly.

Amidst his burning breath, he whispered, "Let’s go home. I don’t want to go to the hospital."

Qi Zhengqing held him in his arms, gently tucking Song Yuqing’s hair before kissing his forehead. "Alright."

Song Yuqing’s mind was still in chaos, as if he had returned to that time when he was locked in the room—his whole body feverish, his mind uncontrollably seeking an outlet.

But in an instant, that release point he had been searching for suddenly exploded, sending his senses into overload.

The screams, the noise, the smell of blood, the scent of disinfectant—all exploded in his mind, leaving him physically ill.

With his eyes closed, Song Yuqing’s already pale face grew even paler, taking on a fragile vulnerability, with only the corners of his eyes flushed red.

Again and again, those memories resurfaced in his mind, and Song Yuqing still felt regret.

Regret that he hadn’t finished his revenge before crossing over here.

If he had known, he should have just killed them—killed his father, killed that woman—without worrying if he would be convicted for murder.

They all should've died together.

At least he could've made his mother's tormentors pay. He had waited so many years just for that purpose.

Yet… in the end, he couldn’t achieve it.

88: "Stop dwelling on it, Qingqing."

"Actually…" 88 hesitated. This touched on transmigration secrets—it shouldn’t be telling Song Yuqing these things.

A soul exchange, a lifetime's wish—Song Yuqing’s mother only wanted him to escape the cycle of hatred and start anew.

A similar yet not entirely identical experience was the best scenario the woman could choose for Song Yuqing.

She knew too well her soft, sweet little rice ball who would nestle in her arms and call her "Mommy."

She didn’t want him blinded by hatred, didn’t want him suffering further for the sake of avenging her, and didn’t want him to be hurt or manipulated because of her.

At least here, Song Yuqing could leave his past behind and truly take control of his own life.

88 chose a gentler approach: "Qingqing, Mom wouldn't want you dwelling on these things."

Song Yuqing’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingers digging into his palm's soft flesh.

A tear spilled from the corner of his eye, burningly intense.

Mom.

"What was the price?" Song Yuqing’s voice cut through the endless darkness.

But there was no response.

Qi Zhengqing stroked his thumb across the corner of Song Yuqing’s eye. "Don’t cry…"

The alpha's rough fingertip rubbed against the young man's delicate eye corner, making it red. "What's wrong, baby?"

Qi Zhengqing pressed his forehead against Song Yuqing's, but this time, Song Yuqing couldn't hold back his emotions well. The youth's voice gradually cracked.

Qi Zhengqing's heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand. Every sob from Song Yuqing seemed to cause him equal pain.

Song Yuqing: "I feel awful..."

Qi Zhengqing didn't interrupt him. "Mm, I feel awful too, but... I'm too proud to cry."

"Qingqing is braver than me, better at expressing himself than I am."

Qi Zhengqing comforted, held, and kissed Song Yuqing.

He knew that Song Yuqing was only using physical discomfort as an outlet for the pain in his heart. Song Yuqing was never the type to cry like this just because of physical pain.

It was a case of being triggered by memories, thinking of someone again—nothing more than that.

Song Yuqing was strong, but even he had those vulnerable moments.

Yet, what mattered most in life were precisely those vulnerable moments.

If someone was there for him during those times, he would recover and grow stronger.

If no one was there for him, he might still recover, but...

Just the thought of him crying alone, thinking countless times about ending his life at his lowest point, made his heart ache with pity.

"Qi Zhengqing..." Song Yuqing clutched Qi Zhengqing's sleeve tightly, transferring blood from his palm onto the alpha's sleeve. In the blink of an eye, tears began flowing uncontrollably again.

"Mm."

"I'm here."

The alpha wrapped him in a comforting embrace, stroking Song Yuqing's thin back, patting it gently, like a father soothing a child. Each pat carried the alpha's steadiness and dependability.

Song Yuqing didn't say anything more to Qi Zhengqing. These few simple words were enough.

Song Yuqing's emotions gradually calmed. This was the first time since coming to this world that he had felt so intensely about past events.

Song Yuqing was feeling feverish. After calming down, he opened the car door.

The wind blew against his face, carrying away some of the feverish feeling, but the next moment, the feverish feeling returned even stronger.

Song Yuqing stepped onto the ground, his head feeling somewhat dizzy. He reached his hand out to the alpha in the car, his voice still slightly hoarse. "Let's go."

Qi Zhengqing's dark eyes flickered. He grabbed Song Yuqing's hand, lifted him by the waist, and strode into the darkness toward the imposing estate.

Qi Zhengqing laid him on the bed. The bright light fell on Song Yuqing's pale face and eyelashes, adding a disorienting, surreal quality to his already dizzy head.

Song Yuqing heard the crisp sound of metal cufflinks hitting the floor.

Only then did Song Yuqing foggily recall what he had said to Qi Zhengqing about going home.

Mm, not going to the hospital. Going home seemed to imply they would sleep together.

Feeling the alpha approach, Song Yuqing opened his eyes and stared at the alpha, whose cuffs were rolled up twice, revealing powerful, well-defined forearm muscles.

Qi Zhengqing came over to undo his buttons, and Song Yuqing didn't tell him to stop.

After all the outer clothes were off, Qi Zhengqing went to undo Song Yuqing's shirt buttons.

Song Yuqing then wrapped his arms around Qi Zhengqing's waist, tilting his head up. "Run me a bath, cold water with some ice cubes. I want to take a bath."

Qi Zhengqing: "Not gonna let me have you?"

Song Yuqing tilted his head slightly, a hint of laughter in his voice. "Yeah, sure."

"It's up to you—whether you want just once or many times." Song Yuqing's tone was casual.

He completely left the decision to Qi Zhengqing. "Right now, I probably can't fight you off. If you want to take me by force, it wouldn't be difficult. You can be a bit more dominant and just take what you want."

Qi Zhengqing hugged him tightly, nuzzling into him. "Then you're being pretty decent to me."

Song Yuqing: "?"

Qi Zhengqing: "At least you're giving me a chance, not stabbing me and shipping me off to the hospital before I even get what I want."

Song Yuqing lifted his head and kissed the corner of Qi Zhengqing's lips. "I think so too. I'm being very good to you."

Qi Zhengqing held Song Yuqing down, who kept trying to kiss and nuzzle him even though he wasn't allowing more.

"No need for ice..." The alpha's low voice pressed close to Song Yuqing's ear as he repeatedly took Song Yuqing's earlobe into his mouth, licking and nibbling, mumbling, "I'll help you..."

"This way, I'll get to do this many more times."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing's physical condition wasn't so great either. When Qi Zhengqing carried him, he could feel it—Qi Zhengqing needed his help too.

Song Yuqing put a hand up to block Qi Zhengqing's approaching kiss, turning his head to look at him. "I won't help you like that."

"You stepped on me." Qi Zhengqing never expected Song Yuqing to help him in that way. If Song Yuqing were to use his hands—the ones he used for writing and experiments—to help him out, he'd have to say Song Yuqing was being merciful, loving his husband immensely.

In the past, Qi Zhengqing might not have made such an excessive demand, but now, he and Song Yuqing had grown closer.

It was only right to understand each other a little better, wasn't it?

"Baby, this is how people interact."

Song Yuqing suspected Qi Zhengqing was saying something dirty, but he couldn't find any evidence.

So, Song Yuqing lightly lifted his eyelashes and looked at Qi Zhengqing. "For example?"

"For example, if we have some feelings of liking for each other, we can hug."

"If we like each other, we can kiss."

The alpha's palm pressed against Song Yuqing's narrow, resilient waist.

Song Yuqing was caught off guard again as Qi Zhengqing took hold of him, but the medication and his body's nearing edge of control made it difficult for him to break free—and he didn't want to break free.

Because it was Qi Zhengqing, because he trusted Qi Zhengqing, he let his thoughts run wild.

"If we get a little more familiar, with a bit of love, you'll allow me to go further."

"Allow me to please you."

Song Yuqing's arms were still wrapped around the alpha's waist, his grip kept tightening. Song Yuqing raised his eyes. "Just a bit of love is enough? Isn't that too little?"

His voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

The tension in his voice conveyed that the alpha's actions were somewhat overwhelming.

Qi Zhengqing: "Mm, because deep love itself is a painful lesson. I wouldn't recommend you sign up for that."

Having just a bit of love was enough to enjoy physical love—there was nothing bad about that for Song Yuqing.

There was no need for deep love. After all, what if, by the time Song Yuqing truly loved him, he were to die?

Every time he thought about this, Qi Zhengqing still felt selfish and shameless.

He wanted Song Yuqing's love, yet like a hypocrite, he reminded Song Yuqing that a little love was enough—not too much.

Song Yuqing's fingers clutched Qi Zhengqing's clothes, twisting and clutching at them, his forehead pressed against Qi Zhengqing's firm, powerful abdomen like a fish out of water.

"Let go..." Song Yuqing could no longer discuss the topic of love with Qi Zhengqing.

He just wanted to kick Qi Zhengqing away.

"Be good, listen to me." Qi Zhengqing not only didn't let go but also pressed his other hand against the gland on the back of Song Yuqing's neck. "Not now. If we do it now, you won't finish later."

"Baby, what will you reward me with?"

"Freaking pervert." Song Yuqing lay on top of Qi Zhengqing, catching his breath before looking at him with slightly glistening eyes and cursing him.

Qi Zhengqing: "Mm, I am a pervert."

Song Yuqing: "..."

The alpha's strong arm rested on the young man's narrow, resilient waist.

Indoors, the alpha's scent of tobacco and ebony aggressively surrounded the beta, and an odd scent lingered in the air.

Song Yuqing leaned his head against Qi Zhengqing's chest, his fair, beautiful body exposed under the light, his hair scattered across the snow-white skin—a stark contrast of jet black and pure white.

It was like an ink wash painting, every part exuding a unique charm.

"Now it's Qingqing's turn to help me." After tending to the whimpering kitten, Qi Zhengqing made his request.

Song Yuqing closed his eyes. The discomfort had faded, and his body was now relaxed from extreme fatigue. The young man didn't even want to open his eyes.

"You..." Song Yuqing mumbled, "just take care of it yourself."

Qi Zhengqing twirled a strand of Song Yuqing's hair around his finger, unsurprised by Song Yuqing's behavior of ignoring him once he was comfortable. "Take care of what?"

Song Yuqing: "..."

Playing dumb.

Song Yuqing opened his eyes, his neatly trimmed nails unconsciously scratching against the alpha's smooth, powerful arm. "Rub against the wall."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

"Like a bear rubbing against a tree, go on." Song Yuqing glanced toward the wall, his tone teasing, his eyes seemingly urging the alpha to hurry.

"I'm not rubbing against a wall. I'm not an animal; I'm human, an alpha who needs comfort." Qi Zhengqing pulled him closer again, his hand on Song Yuqing's waist.

"Baby, rub against me like you did against my hand earlier."