Body Measurements

"Psycho! You psycho!"

After thinking it over, Li Mao ultimately used the most fitting word he could think of to describe Wan Fuqi.

A complete and utter psycho.

After reading Li Mao's lips, Wan Fuqi took no shame in it. Instead, he seemed proud.

Wan Fuqi raised Li Mao's intertwined wrists and secured them to a rack behind his back.

With both arms raised, Li Mao looked like a lamb hanging there, waiting to be slaughtered.

Wan Fuqi braced his hands against either side of Li Mao's legs and suddenly leaned in, their noses nearly touching.

Li Mao glared back without backing down at the butcher who wanted to "slaughter" him.

After they stared at each other for a long while, Wan Fuqi's eyes curved as he smiled.

"Yeah, a psycho. Ever since you drugged me that day, I seem to have gone a little crazy. So shouldn't you take some responsibility, plumber who broke into my house?"

After saying that, Wan Fuqi ignored the vicious curses spilling from Li Mao's mouth and lowered his head to pull open the drawer beside him.

When he looked up again, Li Mao's face was indeed redder. He was breathing hard; Wan Fuqi's actions had clearly angered the stuttering little man enough to leave him unable to speak properly.

Li Mao used to be the type to settle things with his fists, every punch landing solidly. But now that he had run into this bastard who always played dirty, every punch felt like it hit cotton. It had truly driven this hot-tempered Alpha crazy.

"Didn't you just ask what I was measuring? I was measuring your chest. I think knowing your partner's three measurements is something a qualified husband should do. Otherwise, how would I know what size clothes to pick for my darling?"

"Chest: 108 cm."

"Waist: 69 cm."

"Hips... darling, 98 cm..."

Wan Fuqi's low, magnetic voice sounded like some kind of funeral bell tolling for Li Mao.

He lovingly stroked Li Mao's cheek with his thumb and murmured as if talking to himself, "I don't know why it's you, either. Maybe because an Alpha with a big chest, slim waist, and perky ass like yours is hard to find?"

That answer earned him another light, misty-eyed glare from Li Mao, utterly devoid of menace.

Wan Fuqi laughed a few times as if he had gotten his way, then patted Li Mao's head soothingly. "All right, I was only teasing you. Though those are indeed some rare advantages, I have plenty of reasons why it has to be you. I'll tell you slowly, one day."

"Let's do something else interesting today, shall we? My first Alpha, the first Alpha to spend a rut with me—we've taken another step closer to each other... aren't you happy?"

Li Mao gritted his teeth and glared at Wan Fuqi. "How, how long are you going to keep taking revenge on me?"

Wan Fuqi tilted his head. "Revenge? Why would you say that?"

"Drugging." Li Mao spoke rapidly between harsh breaths. "From beginning to end, aren't you just getting revenge for me drugging you? How, how far do you have to take this before you're satisfied?"

"Until you fall in love with me."

Wan Fuqi withdrew his hands and cupped Li Mao's face.

"I don't know why you think I'm taking revenge on you, but I can tell you clearly that I'm not. There are countless ways to get revenge on you, a thousand, ten thousand ways. I have plenty of methods to make you wish you were dead far more than you do now."

"I like you."

"I love you."

"I want us to love each other even more."

Those few fairly sincere words from Wan Fuqi made Li Mao laugh as though he had heard some earth-shattering joke, laughing so hard he could barely straighten his waist.

Although Wan Fuqi could not hear it, the tears of laughter gathering at the corners of Li Mao's eyes made it feel incomparably mocking.

Perhaps not hearing that laughter was the greatest benefit of taking off his hearing aids.

"Cough, cough!"

Li Mao laughed too hard and choked on his saliva, coughing violently several times.

After he stopped coughing, he looked into Wan Fuqi's eyes, curled his lips, and said with biting sarcasm, "Don't, don't be ridiculous, okay? You, you love me? What do you love about me? Do you love that I drugged you? That I knocked you out with electricity? Slapped you? Or beat you black and blue?"

Li Mao aggressively leaned his face closer to Wan Fuqi's.

"Hm? Say it. What do you love about me? Do, do you love that I'm some poor trash who'll take any job for money? Or that I'm some loser who got raped and still had the presence of mind to swipe the body wash from the bathroom?"

"Don't just stay quiet. I don't, don't speak well, and I talk slowly, but you definitely understood all of it from my lips. Don't pretend. Tell, tell me—what do you love about me?"

Wan Fuqi's cheek bulged twice as his tongue pressed against the inside of it, but he could not give Li Mao an answer.

Li Mao had long expected Wan Fuqi to be left speechless.

At last, he had gained the upper hand once in this war without smoke.

He looked down at Wan Fuqi and continued, "Can't say it? Then I'll ask, ask another question. What is your way of proving that you love me?"

"Forcing me? Humiliating me? Tying me up here and making me bow my head to you again and again?"

"Wan Fuqi, do you think this is love?"

"If, if you really loved me, you should let me go. You, you should want me to be free, instead of being selfish."

"So do you understand now? I'm seven years older than you. Giving you a little life advice isn't too much of an injustice to you, right?"

"You don't love me. You're just playing with me. You think I'm fun, that I feel good to play with. The reason you're so obsessed with me is because you still haven't had enough."

"So stop saying those disgusting things. Love or not, I only want you to tell me when you'll get tired of playing with me and let me go."