An Extreme Method

Only the wall lamp was on in the bedroom.

The light was soft.

It suffused every inch of air in the room.

Even the drifting dust took on a touch of warmth and softness.

Xi Jin lowered his eyes, his lashes concealing the emotions surging in their depths.

As he watched the girl tease him, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

Blue veins stood out beneath the skin of the hand resting on her shoulder, concealing the blood gradually boiling underneath.

He was holding back.

With every touch from the girl, that restraint was cracking a little more.

He suddenly pushed her down.

Nan Xingyu was caught off guard.

She steadied herself and looked over.

He had already leaned down over her.

Xi Jin's face was very close, his breath falling on her forehead.

His eyes, usually touched with nonchalance, were now as black as a deep pool, watching her with cold intensity.

The air fell still for a few seconds.

Only the sound of their mingled breaths remained.

"Pretending to be drunk?"

Xi Jin's tone was probing, tinged with displeasure at having been toyed with.

"..."

Nan Xingyu's reaction just now had been instinctive, and he had instantly caught the clarity in her eyes.

She immediately adjusted her act.

Right now, she was like a kitten that had just been shaved bare, its white belly exposed.

In danger.

Without a sense of security.

Clutching the bath towel, she pretended to be out of it, turning onto her side as she murmured:

"Gege, sleepy. Let's sleep."

She kept her eyes closed.

Her heart pounded like a drum.

Then she heard him unbuckle his belt.

Hm?

She was already wondering whether she should just admit defeat.

The touch she expected never came. Instead, she heard footsteps gradually retreating.

Then came the sound of the bathroom door closing.

Nan Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

A false alarm.

She gripped the bath towel between her legs and rolled over, wrapping herself in it like a zongzi.

But she didn't see that the bathroom door hadn't closed all the way, leaving a narrow gap.

Xi Jin stood behind the door, able to see every little movement the girl made on the bed.

The corners of his mouth curved in the faintest cold smile.

She didn't know how much time passed.

Drowsiness crept over her with the warm light, and she drifted off to sleep.

The chill of the night caught her off guard.

She shivered and frowned instinctively, reaching out to feel around her body.

There was nothing there.

She quietly opened her eyes a sliver and saw a hand with prominent knuckles holding the white bath towel beside the bed.

Nan Xingyu pretended not to see and rolled onto her stomach.

Even though they had been naked together countless times,

she was still a little shy and instinctively wanted to cover herself.

But she had forgotten.

Xi Jin liked it best from behind.

By the time she realized it, it was too late.

A strong hand suddenly lifted her by the waist.

Her knees bent beyond her control, leaving her kneeling on the mattress.

Scalding breath enveloped her.

It mingled with the moisture from his recent bath.

"I don't want to."

Nan Xingyu pushed back at him with her hand, but it was no use.

Xi Jin lowered his head, his lips brushing her earlobe, his voice faintly teasing.

"Weren't you drunk? How did you sober up so quickly?"

"..."

Nan Xingyu bit her lip.

She couldn't keep up the act anymore.

He had now crushed every last bit of hope she had clung to.

She tried to turn over, but the hand on her waist pressed down harder, leaving her barely able to breathe and forcing her to remain in that shameful position.

"Baby Xiaoyu, you're so naughty."

Xi Jin's kisses traveled down from her earlobe to her neck.

"How should gege punish you?"

"Boo-hoo... help... I was wrong..."

Nan Xingyu was full of regret now.

Why had she played with him earlier?

Now there was the "old grudge" from being pulled out of the sea, plus the "new grievance" from pretending to be drunk.

She was afraid he would torture her to death tonight.

Sure enough, it proved the saying.

If you don't court death, you won't die.

Xi Jin gripped her shoulder and turned her over to face him.

His eyes were frighteningly dark, as though they would devour her.

"You pretended to be drunk to fool me."

He asked, "How many times have you done that?"

Nan Xingyu's chest rose and fell violently, and she could barely catch her breath.

How could she have any strength left to answer his question?

She could only shake her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as soft whimpers escaped her lips.

"Why aren't you cursing me today?"

Xi Jin wiped away her tears with his thumb, the gesture rough yet touched with a contradictory tenderness.

"Weren't you so good at cursing me before? Why can you only cry now?"

"Boo-hoo..."

Xi Jin stared at her for a few seconds.

Then he suddenly chuckled.

There was a suggestive note in his laughter, and his voice even trembled a little:

"Oh, I know. Baby has no strength left."

He lifted her up and set her on his lap with her knees spread apart.

Nan Xingyu instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Their bodies pressed even closer, without the slightest gap between them.

She could clearly feel the heat of his body.

Scalding hot.

And his heartbeat, overlapping with her own.

Frighteningly fast.

His skin, dry after his bath, gradually grew damp with a thin layer of sweat.

The warm light from the wall lamp gradually blurred.

Nan Xingyu's consciousness grew hazier, drifting farther and farther away.

She couldn't remember how much time had passed.

As she recalled, he could start again immediately after finishing.

It was as if he could never run out.

She asked him, "Will you run out of semen and die one day?"

Xi Jin gripped her chin. "That works too. I'll fuck myself to death in your bed."

Nan Xingyu slapped his hand away, then scooped up a handful of water and splashed it onto his chest.

"I think you'll kill me sooner or later."

Xi Jin didn't dodge.

He let the droplets fall on him and slide down his firm waist and abdomen into the water.

He raised a hand and gently brushed the droplets from her face.

"Baby, I love you so much. How could I bear to kill you?"

Nan Xingyu rested her cheek against his chest and looked up to roll her eyes at him.

"Every time, I feel like I'm about to die."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, sounding especially sexy in the empty bathroom.

"You look your best when you're about to die."

"..."

Nan Xingyu cursed him. "Pervert."

Xi Jin wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled.

His hand came to rest on her slender, soft neck, which he could break with just a little force.

He often had such an impulse.

He wanted to keep her completely by his side, to make sure she could never leave him.

Even if he had to use the most extreme method.

He couldn't help tightening his grip.

Nan Xingyu felt herself suffocating and shot him a suspicious glance. "What are you doing?"

Xi Jin's gaze darkened further.

Emotions she couldn't understand surged within it.

Xi Jin's gaze was dark, his fingers tightening more and more.

"Mm... Xi Jin..."

Nan Xingyu grabbed his taut arm and looked at him, her face flushed bright red.

The next second,

Xi Jin released her.

Nan Xingyu caught her breath and couldn't help coughing a few times. After a moment to recover, she punched him hard in the chest.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xi Jin looked utterly composed, his voice frighteningly calm. "Baby, what does it feel like to die?"

Nan Xingyu said irritably, "How would I know? I've never died."

Xi Jin stared at her.

"Nan Xingyu,"

he said, his voice a little distant, as if he were talking in his sleep, yet also as if he were making a serious suggestion:

"Let's elope."

"..."

Nan Xingyu paused briefly.

Guessing it was because of the marriage alliance his family had arranged, she said bluntly, "I don't want to."

He made it sound like child's play.

Eloping wasn't that easy.

This wasn't a TV drama.

He could disregard his family, but she couldn't.

Xi Jin smiled for some inexplicable reason. "Xiaoyu chose this herself."

Nan Xingyu was puzzled. "What did I choose?"

"If you won't elope with me,"

Xi Jin said, his fingers gliding over her cheek, "then keep having an affair with me."

"What do you mean?"

Something occurred to Nan Xingyu. "If you're getting married, don't expect me to be your mistress."

"What if you married me?"

"Impossible."

"Hmm?"

Xi Jin's gaze turned cold in an instant. "Say that again?"

Nan Xingyu met his gaze and said seriously, "Xi Jin, can't you be a little more realistic?"

"What's realistic?"

Xi Jin stared straight through her,

"Watching you marry someone else, or watching me marry a woman I don't love?"