Lu Chi let out a soft laugh, then took the marker and tapped Liang Jiashu’s forehead with it.
The sound, dong, dong, was crisp and clear… like a beautiful monk tapping a wooden fish that couldn’t speak.
Liang Jiashu froze, not dodging or defending, just kneeling there in silence while Lu Chi knocked on him, the scene almost absurdly comical.
After a few taps, Lu Chi looked down at him from above, arms folded leisurely across his chest.
“Why didn’t you write ‘those who approach shall die?’ Or ‘anyone who covets him will be punished?’”
“It’s just dinner. So many people like me that I could line them up from here to Mars. Why don’t you just build a rocket launcher and wipe out all of humanity while you’re at it?”
That way, no carbon-based lifeform could ever compete with you for the role of Male Lead.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
But hearing that, Liang Jiashu’s pupils slowly darkened, as if he were seriously considering it. Lu Chi almost admired the commitment, so he poked the man’s shoulder with the end of the marker, saying: “Liang Jiashu, seriously… read more books, watch fewer pornos.”
Marking someone’s body, that sort of thing only happened in cheap adult comics.
Lu Chi figured the guy had probably gone too hard his first time, because his brain was now filled entirely with such thoughts.
Then again, not everyone got to sleep with Lu Chi, the ultimate prize.
If he was feeling insecure after that, well, that was understandable.
“All right,” Lu Chi said, tossing the marker aside and patting his face twice.
“Now send a message and call off the roadblock. If you’re still not satisfied,” he added magnanimously, “why don’t you just pay for dinner later? Then it won’t count as Gu Yanyan treating me. It’ll be you treating me, so how about that, Liang Jiashu? Will that calm your control freak tendencies?”
In the reflection surrounding them, the man’s beautiful face curved slightly in amusement, clearly teasing.
But Liang Jiashu’s expression didn’t change.
He simply reached into his pocket, took out a black card, and said coolly,
“I already told Zhao Feng that all expenses at FOM tonight go on my account. Including the third floor.”
“The water you drank, the flowers you smelled, the chair you sat on, the carpet you stepped on… all of it was selected and air-shipped by me earlier today, arranged just for you.”
“Lu Chi, do you like it?”
Everything was exactly how Lu Chi preferred.
The water temperature: slightly cool.
The floral scent: light.
The carpet: soft wool.
The tableware: porcelain inlaid with silver.
Even the counter he was sitting on right now had an automatic temperature control system, ensuring he wouldn’t feel the slightest discomfort.
Under the light, the young man’s handsome face remained expressionless as he listed each meticulous detail, his tone calm and methodical, yet chilling like something out of a horror film.
Lu Chi stared into his obsessive eyes for a long moment, then said sincerely, “Liang Jiashu, you really do deserve to be the Male Lead.”
Crazy enough for it.
Liang Jiashu gave a low hum, not even asking what “male lead” meant, his strong arms still wrapped around Lu Chi. But Lu Chi was never afraid of madness, and no one had ever truly been able to cage him.
Blocked as he was, he simply sat there on the counter, adjusting his clothes and zipping his pants up again, speaking lazily: “Thanks. I really like it.”
“So hurry up and let Gu Yanyan come in. I really have to go.”
He was already running late.
“…”
There was a long silence, then Lu Chi’s unhurried movements suddenly stopped. Around him, Liang Jiashu’s arms were tightening, slowly but steadily.
The young man lowered his head, burying his face in Lu Chi’s waist.
His calloused fingertips pressed against the shallow dip of the man’s lower back as he knelt there, holding him tightly, so tight it was suffocating, and clinging with a quiet, desperate possessiveness.
Like a child trying to hold down a butterfly with trembling hands, refusing to let it fly away.
In the mirror, their overlapping figures, one sitting, one kneeling, blurred together.
However, Lu Chi finally lost his patience. He looked down, and after a brief pause, smiled faintly as he rose from the counter.
“You like leaving marks, huh?” he asked.
But before Liang Jiashu could answer, Lu Chi turned on the tap beside him. Water rushed down in a loud stream, quickly filling the sink. Then, in the very next second, Lu Chi grabbed a fistful of his hair and suddenly shoved his head down.
The basin splashed violently as Liang Jiashu’s face plunged into the icy water. The freezing shock hit him instantly as a sharp, suffocating pain wrapped around his lungs.
From behind, Lu Chi’s hand closed around his throat. His knee pressed hard against the younger man’s spine, ruthless, unrelenting.
In that hazy state, the image of the free, beautiful Lu Chi from their first meeting flickered through Liang Jiashu’s mind.
His brain felt sealed in plastic; his heart and lungs burned.
Even his hearing began to fade.
And yet, at the very edge of consciousness, his throat began to itch.
His body screamed its own perverse memory: there should be something hard and wet in his throat right now, his ears should be filled with those hoarse, decadent moans, his hands should be gripping that slender, pale waist, his eyes should be seeing that obscene, tongue-baring face…
Liang Jiashu’s body was telling him: it wasn’t that Lu Chi needed to be marked by him.
It was that Liang Jiashu himself was desperately craving to be needed by Lu Chi.
And the moment he realized that, the hand behind him suddenly showed mercy, letting him gasp for air.
Cold fingers gripped his face as a calm voice asked, “Are you awake now?”
The man’s fingertips were cold. Light poured down on top of him, highlighting the strands of gray-pink hair that fell over his brows, and his pale brown eyes, once stripped of their smile, gleamed like shards of moonlight.
Distant and untouchable.
…………
Liang Jiashu’s pupils tightened.
Lu Chi lowered his gaze, his eyes settling briefly on the man before him, then looked down from above and smiled faintly.
“Liang Jiashu, even like this, you can still get hard?”
The young man’s drenched, handsome face turned upward. His black eyes locked on Lu Chi, looking more like a ghost risen from the water than ever before. Then, after a few seconds, he rasped out, “Half an hour.”
Lu Chi paused.
“Give me half an hour. That’s all I need.”
His breathing was still suffocating, but at that moment, he seemed to be madly thirsty for poison, kneeling on the ground and lowering his head. But after nearly drowning, Liang Jiashu’s hand was still very steady, his expressionless face quickly pulling the zipper, and showing it deeply in his throat.
He couldn’t care less about anything.
The familiar smell and suffocation came in an instant. Liang Jiashu almost got high in his head, the attack of his addiction getting relieved in an instant. He slowly exhaled from his nose, his muscles turning infinitely tense.
The mirrors all around reflected the two of them, one standing, the other kneeling, every movement clear and unhidden.
Lu Chi tilted his head, the corner of his eyes tinted red from exertion, still calm as ever. His legs were caught and gripped hard by Liang Jiashu’s hands, the pale skin along his thighs quickly flushing from the friction of the other’s damp hair.
“Twenty minutes left,” Lu Chi said lazily, his hoarse voice drifting through the silence. He looked at Liang Jiashu condescendingly, catching a glimpse of the hard place between his legs. After raising his head and squinting his eyes, he finally decided to help him with great mercy.
So Lu Chi pinched half of Liang Jiashu’s face and slapped him hard.
The throat around him tightened in an instant as the young man’s body suddenly tensed up.
He hadn’t been treated like that in a long time.
So long that Liang Jiashu became short of breath, and his dark pupils suddenly widened, staring at Lu Chi.
But the older man raised his eyebrows and received his meaning.
For a moment, the bathroom was covered in the crisp sound of slapping.
And each time he was slapped, Liang Jiashu swallowed once.
Until the familiar breath filled his whole mouth.
…………………..
When it was over, Lu Chi picked up the marker pen again. Holding the man’s face between his knees, he bent down slightly, wrote something across his own skin, then smiled with a teasing lilt.
Dedicated to Brother Liang.
The arrow was still in bad taste, but across his cold white skin, it looked particularly erotic.
“Are you satisfied now?”
The man leaned in, brushed a kiss against Liang Jiashu’s swollen cheek, and whispered near his ear, “Brother Liang.”
After that, Lu Chi stepped back, his expression unreadable. He tidied himself quickly and turned to leave.
Behind him, the young man stayed kneeling for a long while. Then, imitating Lu Chi’s strength, he pressed his hand hard against his own throat…
…And with the other, he lowered his head and touched his mouth, like a dog scenting after its master, chasing the fading trace of Lu Chi’s presence on his skin.
Before long, the silence in the room was broken by a low, muffled sound.
“…Lu Chi.”
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