Self-Introduction

Hearing his real name spoken from Enigma's mouth, Li Mao closed his eyes in despair.

The feeling of a nightmare that had lingered for so long finally overlapping with reality hurt him even more than the physical suffocation.

"Why that expression?"

Wan Fuqi and Li Mao's emotions were always like a seesaw—when one was miserable, the other would be happy for no reason.

"Aren't you happy that your husband knows your name? We've rolled around in bed so many times already. Getting to know each other's names doesn't count as crossing a line, does it?" Wan Fuqi asked with a smile, the gloom that had just gathered on his face completely swept away as he looked at the silent Li Mao.

Li Mao once again resorted to the silence tactic he was best at.

The paranoid was having another episode. It was better for him to keep his mouth shut. Otherwise, after nothing more than a simple "It was you" earlier, this man had exploded at him in a furious rant.

Who knew which sentence would trigger some switch in this mad dog again?

Besides, he stuttered. He could never outtalk this damned deaf man.

Wan Fuqi was not annoyed. He stared for a while at Li Mao, who said nothing but whose little expressions were unusually vivid, then suddenly chuckled, breaking the somewhat eerie atmosphere in the room.

"So cute." Wan Fuqi brushed the back of his hand against Li Mao's damp cheek and offered the assessment from the bottom of his heart.

The person being praised scrunched up his face, looking as if to say, "Are you okay?" He bared his teeth at Wan Fuqi and cursed, "C-cute your ass! What b-bullshit are you saying? Take your filthy hand a-away! Don't touch me!"

"Even cuter."

Wan Fuqi went further, pinching the soft flesh of Li Mao's cheek between two fingers and giving it a little shake before actually withdrawing his hand obediently.

Li Mao had been building his emotions to a peak, ready to curse him out and snap at Wan Fuqi for not using a soft, adorable word like "cute" on him. Yet this man's unusually obedient action caught him completely off guard.

The moment his brain froze, the little stutterer's lips went on strike.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Enigma's sinful hand returned to his body.

Cool fingertips grazed over warm skin, stirring up a fine, tingling itch that spread outward like a net from that single point, swiftly enveloping Li Mao's entire body.

Li Mao immediately gripped the red cord wrapped around his wrist with one hand, watching helplessly as his body trembled with arousal beneath someone else's touch.

"If I take my dirty hand off your face, where should I put it?"

Wan Fuqi was clearly enjoying himself, his fingers tracing circles as they roamed freely over Li Mao's body.

One moment it was his chest, the next his lower abdomen, then that narrow, deeply indented V-line...

"Here? Or here? Or... here?" Wan Fuqi sounded as though he were sincerely asking for guidance.

"Mm!"

"Shh, shh, shh!"

Wan Fuqi pressed the index finger of his other hand against Li Mao's lips.

His blue eyes curved as he smiled. "Don't talk, darling. Focus a little."

"Let's focus a little more..."

Wan Fuqi pried open the mouth of the Alpha he had bullied until his gaze had gone slightly unfocused, then bent down and kissed him.

Amid the sticky, lingering atmosphere, Wan Fuqi held Li Mao close as he curled up in his arms, silently and restlessly rubbing against him as he followed instincts he could not resist.

Because the pheromones in his body were severely out of balance, the mark engraved in the deepest part of his body was even more urgently seeking out its owner.

Wan Fuqi soothingly smoothed Li Mao's long hair again and again, uncovering his aroused face from behind the loose strands and savoring it with rapt fascination.

He said softly, "A fair exchange. Darling should know my name too. My name is Wan Fuqi—Wan as in 'make a name for oneself,' Fu as in 'fragrant flowers,' and Qi as in 'rare treasures.' Darling, remember it, okay? Make sure you remember it in your heart."

Li Mao hummed impatiently twice.

He did not care about any Wan-whatever-Qi. Right now, all he wanted was the thing inside this man that could soothe him.

Seeing the absent-minded look on the Alpha's face, Wan Fuqi chuckled.

"Don't rush, okay? Your husband will give you everything. First, say your husband's name for me. I want to see whether our darling was really listening to me."

"So... so long-winded," Li Mao complained.

"Say it once, okay?" Wan Fuqi patiently coaxed him.

"Wan... Wan what flower fragrance?" Li Mao, whose mind had just wandered off, truly could not remember what this man had said. He casually cobbled together an answer.

Wan Fuqi repeated patiently, "Wan Fuqi. No one calls me Wan What Flower Fragrance."

This time, Li Mao understood. He copied him haltingly, "Wan... Wan Fuqi."

"One Wan. Your husband doesn't have a double surname."

"Wan... Fuqi." Li Mao had to force himself through the word that wanted to catch in his throat, but he managed to say Wan Fuqi's name in full.

"Who is Wan Fuqi? Is Wan Fuqi your husband?" Seeing how obedient Li Mao was being now, Wan Fuqi maliciously guided the little stutterer into saying what he wanted to hear.

Unfortunately, Li Mao's mind was only a little clouded by desire. He had not reached the point of letting others do whatever they wanted with him.

Faced with someone's excessively unreasonable demand, he simply spat out one concise word: "Fuck off."

Wan Fuqi giggled a few times and stopped playing such childish games.

Though it was less than perfect, hearing the little stutterer call his name was already enough to fill Wan Fuqi with excitement and accomplishment.

He excitedly pecked Li Mao on the lips.

Li Mao was being ruled by the chaos inside his body. He no longer resisted, obediently allowing this Enigma who had marked him many times to do as he pleased, though the occasional furrow of his brow still revealed how he truly felt.

Wan Fuqi suddenly made a whimsical suggestion.

"Darling, your body might not be able to take much tonight. How about we set a word to make me stop? This is a right your husband is giving you."

Li Mao knew that if he did not give in on something tonight, there was no way he would leave this room.

In that case, he might as well make himself as safe and comfortable as possible. Why make things hard for himself by getting angry at an idiot?

A gentleman could take revenge even ten years later!

So Li Mao nodded hazily. "If I say th-that word, you won't keep going?"

"Mm." Wan Fuqi smiled at the corners of his mouth.

Li Mao could not see clearly and merely assumed the man naturally had smiling lips.

"Then y-you say it."

"'Eat grapes without spitting out the skins.' What do you think of that sentence?"

Li Mao: ...

How was that any different from making a mute person rap?

He was humiliating him on purpose!

Li Mao cursed, "Fuck off! W-wait until I stab you to death! I'll eat—eat your bones without spitting out the skin!"

Li Mao's reaction seemed to have been exactly what Wan Fuqi expected. He laughed without embarrassment or anger for a while before raising a hand and pulling the black silk blindfold back over Li Mao's eyes.

He bent down and took Li Mao's earlobe into his mouth, saying in a low voice, "I told you, you need to focus tonight. Enjoy yourself, darling. And remember, when you can't take it anymore, call out, 'Husband, I love you.' Your husband will feel sorry for you too."