Made into a Specimen

Just look at him.

Was this how a good student behaved?

Dirty talk came pouring out of his mouth.

And to think everyone at school worshipped him like a god they could only admire from afar and never profane.

She felt it was absurd, yet she also felt guilty.

"I'm serious. If Mr. Xi finds out, he'll definitely kill me."

She had long heard about Mr. Xi's methods.

He would never allow a servant's daughter to ruin Xi Jin's future.

"Do you think he's some kind of outlaw?"

"..."

Nan Xingyu opened her mouth, but it was a while before she said, "But he definitely won't let me off."

"You have me."

Xi Jin tightened his arms, pulling her closer against him, his chin resting on the crown of her head.

"At worst, we'll elope."

"..."

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

"..."

"We'll never be apart."

Nan Xingyu felt both angry and helpless. "What if I die?"

Xi Jin paused, then said calmly, "I'll make you into a specimen, so you can keep me company."

"..."

Nan Xingyu's lips twitched, and a chill ran down her spine.

She felt that Xi Jin had become harder to satisfy since coming back this time.

Nan Xingyu was about to go crazy.

Perhaps it was because he'd gone a month without it.

He urgently needed to make up for it.

He had only just washed her clean, and now she was drenched in sweat again.

"Xiaoyu, touch me."

His hot breath swept from her ear down to her neck as he took her hand and pressed it to his chest.

Nan Xingyu did as he wanted.

Letting him guide her.

Under her palm was his burning skin, slick with sweat.

And the heart beating fiercely for her.

He nibbled his way down from her neck, inch by inch. "Say you love me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he pressed down with his lean waist.

Nan Xingyu bit her lip and frowned.

"Do you love big brother or not?"

Nan Xingyu's consciousness drifted. As if under a spell, she echoed his words:

"I love big brother."

Xi Jin leaned down, his lips against hers, his voice full of satisfaction. "Big brother loves you too."

The next day.

Nan Xingyu dragged her exhausted body into the classroom and slumped over her desk as soon as she sat down.

Lin Piaopiao was applying lipstick in a mirror. She glanced at her.

"Didn't you go home last night? Didn't sleep well?"

"Playing games."

Lin Piaopiao put the cap back on. "What game is so fun? You play so hard every time you go home."

Nan Xingyu closed her eyes, grinding her back teeth until they ached.

"Fun."

She had been worn out from all the exertion in the latter half of the night.

She was holding on by a single breath of immortal energy.

He had even wanted her to tell him the story of The Little Prince to lull him to sleep.

She had read it to him countless times over the years.

She could recite it backward by now.

She refused and kicked him.

He gave an displeased, chilly "Tsk," grabbed her ankle, and dragged her down.

She cried as she pounded and hit him.

Only then did he stop trying to drag her up by force. He settled down and held her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His eyes kept blinking, his eyelashes brushing her neck and making it itch.

She didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

Or perhaps he hadn't slept all night.

Just as dawn broke.

That damned man had pulled her out of bed and tossed her into the bathtub, then gotten in with her.

He had forced another round on her.

Boo-hoo-hoo.

That bastard had far too much energy.

No wonder he was a world champion.

His stamina was who knew how many times better than an ordinary person's.

He had energy to spare.

Nan Xingyu gritted her teeth and said, enunciating every word, "It was so much fun!"

At noon, she was eating in the cafeteria.

She received a message from Xi Jin.

[Twelve hours already, and you still haven't wished me a happy birthday.]

[Did I X you stupid?]

Nan Xingyu bit her chopsticks and glared at her phone like an angry kitten.

She defiantly sent a cheeky "I won't" sticker.

A few seconds later, he replied:

[Fine.]

[A few more rounds of X and you'll behave.]

Nan Xingyu: "..."

She still vividly remembered how he had pinned her down in the bathtub that morning.

She couldn't help shivering.

She sent another sticker: "I'll fight you to the death."

She was trying to recover a little of her fighting spirit.

At an upscale Chinese restaurant.

In a private dining room.

Xi Jin looked at the kitten sticker on his screen and gave a low chuckle.

Xi Kun, seated beside him, glanced at him briefly.

The server in the private room was carefully removing the fish bones, dividing the glistening, jade-white flesh among the dishes.

The server carried the dishes in both hands and set them before the two men.

Xi Kun raised a hand slightly.

The server lowered their head, backed away a few steps, and left the private room.

"Still together?"

Xi Kun asked suddenly.

Xi Jin's gaze paused for a moment. He casually put down his phone and picked up his chopsticks.

"What do you mean, together?"

Xi Kun turned to look at him. "Didn't you move out so you could fool around with her?"

"By that logic,"

Xi Jin picked up a piece of fish from his dish with his chopsticks, but showed no intention of eating it.

"Back when you stayed out every day, were you fooling around too?"

"What kind of attitude is that?!"

Xi Kun flew into a rage and slapped his chopsticks down on the table.

Xi Jin shifted his gaze from the chopsticks, heavy with the oppressive weight of paternal authority, and looked him straight in the eye.

"What kind of attitude do you want me to have?"

"I don't care who you're keeping out there. Break it off with her."

Xi Jin slowly put down his chopsticks, a faint smile curving his lips.

"What if I don't?"

"..."

Xi Kun didn't know who the girl was.

More than two years ago, he had gone to Xi Jin's apartment and seen a girl's personal belongings.

He had guessed Xi Jin was dating someone.

He had thought a boy his age was only playing around.

He hadn't expected them to still be together after nearly three years.

"Don't force me to make a move against her."

Xi Kun issued the warning.

"Sure."

Xi Jin picked up his wineglass and leaned closer, smiling lazily as he spoke slowly. "Then let's all die together."

With that, he lightly clinked his glass against Xi Kun's.

He raised an eyebrow provocatively.

Before the glass reached his lips, a resounding slap struck him.

There was a dull thud.

The wineglass fell onto the solid wood floor, scattering shards and red wine everywhere.

A server soon knocked and came in.

"Mr. Xi."

The server stood in the doorway, saw that something was wrong with the atmosphere inside, and didn't dare approach rashly.

Xi Kun stared at him, picked up the white square towel on the table, and wiped off the red wine that had splashed on him.

"Get out."

The server hurriedly backed out again.

"How did I end up fathering a beast like you?"

Xi Kun put down the towel. "If your brother were still alive, I wouldn't bother with you."

Xi Jin licked the corner of his mouth and looked over at him coldly.

"Yes. Why did you father a beast like me?"

He gave a derisive laugh. "I failed to save your son's life, and I've only made things harder for you. If you could, you'd gladly trade my life for your son's, wouldn't you?"

Xi Kun looked him straight in the eye. "Why wasn't it you who died, you beast?"

Xi Jin lowered his gaze and smiled, his tone light.

"Of course a scourge lives a long life."

He lifted his eyelids slightly, the smile already gone from his eyes.

"You've already ruined this account. Why don't you and my mother put in a little more effort?"

The next second, Xi Kun's hand clamped tightly around his throat.

The sensation of suffocation rushed straight to his brain.

Yet there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he smiled darkly.

"What a pity. Even if you strangle me, your precious son still won't come back."

Xi Kun picked up his wineglass, hurled the wine hard in his face, and slammed the glass down on the table.

The glass broke in two, the bowl separating from the base.

And to think he had wanted to spend his birthday with him.

Xi Kun feared that if he looked at him one moment longer, he wouldn't be able to resist strangling this unfilial son.

Abandoning the meal, he shoved his chair away and strode out.

Xi Jin leaned back in his chair as if nothing had happened. He unhurriedly picked up the hand towel from the table, gave himself a quick wipe, and tossed it aside.

He picked up his chopsticks again and, eyes lowered, finished the fish stained with red wine, one bite at a time.

As though the argument, the threat, and the slap just now

had nothing to do with him.