Clearly Priced

"Tianshui City Residential Complex?"

Wan Fuqi turned his head to look at Li Mao, who was ransacking his car as if conducting a raid, stuffing every valuable thing he could into his pockets. His expression was as aggrieved as a woman trying for a baby who had ended up with a useless husband.

"Yeah. If you don't know the way, drive. Use the navigation. Don't ask me."

Li Mao clearly had yet to adapt to his identity as the supposedly idiotic boyfriend.

He did not even lift his eyelids as he answered, all his attention focused on the three designer sunglasses he had just looted.

After comparing them for ages, he simply stacked all three pairs together and perched them atop his head.

His philosophy was simple: if you could not finish it, pack it up and take it away—strip little lamb Wan Fuqi bald if necessary.

Just as Li Mao was wondering what use he could make of Wan Fuqi's temporary parking number card after taking it, a familiar yet unfamiliar hand gently clasped his fingertips.

It was familiar because that hand had left its mark on his skin countless times, nearly taming his body completely.

A touch alone could make him tremble and burn.

What was unfamiliar was the way that hand was now slowly, gently caressing his fingertips.

Such surface-level tenderness was rare between them.

Wan Fuqi played with the hand in his palm, covered in scars and thin calluses, watching their entirely different fingerprint patterns fit together like gears at this moment.

As if they were a perfect pair, fated lovers.

With a devout expression, he lowered his head and lightly kissed the back of Li Mao's hand, uneven from its many scars.

That sudden kiss was not something Li Mao had expected.

His brows immediately drew tight as he tried to pull his hand back.

But reason got there first.

He tacitly allowed his Enigma lover's behavior.

The flash of panic and fear in Li Mao's eyes vanished without a trace.

With three pairs of stacked sunglasses on his head, he lifted his chin slightly and held up five fingers at Wan Fuqi.

"Babe, one kiss is five thousand."

Wan Fuqi, who had successfully coerced and tempted himself into getting a boyfriend, was obviously in a good mood. The corners of his eyes curved into crescents.

He smiled. "Five thousand for a kiss on the hand?"

At that, Li Mao was displeased.

He immediately raised his voice and shouted, "I didn't even take a de-deposit from you, and you don't know to s-sneak off and celebrate? You're still h-haggling with me?"

"Just now, you said you had as much money as I wanted, but now you can't even c-come up with five thousand! Who the hell are you trying to impress?"

Li Mao seized the chance to yank his hand back, then rubbed it twice against the leather seat beneath him.

With his arms folded, he shot a sidelong glance at the smiling Wan Fuqi.

"What the hell are you looking at? I d-don't date broke-ass losers! If it's too expensive, d-don't kiss me!"

After saying that, Li Mao pulled the three pairs of sunglasses down from the top of his head, thoroughly covering the windows to his soul.

Wan Fuqi lounged sideways in the driver's seat, propping up his head. Only after watching his boyfriend's self-directed little performance with eyes full of indulgence did he suppress his laughter and put on an aggrieved look as he uttered four words.

"Wifey, I'm innocent."

That "wifey," with its faintly coquettish tone, sent another chill crawling up Li Mao's back.

It gave him the creepy feeling that something evil had come knocking.

Fortunately, Wan Fuqi did not torment him for long this time.

After saying that, Wan Fuqi sat up straight, took out his wallet, and pulled a card from it.

The instant the bank card appeared, Li Mao, who had been putting up the front of a paper tiger, immediately lifted his layers of sunglasses so his eyes could land precisely on the card.

He cast several covert, seemingly casual glances at it before forcing himself to look away with an air of lofty disdain.

"Tch. You're giving me a card w-without telling me the password. Who knows if it's an RT-Mart membership card you're p-passing off as the real thing?"

Wan Fuqi truly could not hold back his laughter this time. It was the first time anyone had ever questioned whether a card taken from his wallet might be a membership card for a major chain supermarket.

He laughed so hard that even the hand holding the bank card shook.

"Hahahaha, sorry, darling. The password is 246810. Not too hard to remember, right?"

Now that he had the password, what was the point of keeping up any pretenses?

Li Mao did not care about anything else and lunged for the bank card in Wan Fuqi's hand.

He still did not know how much money was in it, but even a fly's leg was meat.

He would not complain about tens of thousands, and he would not turn up his nose at thirty or fifty either.

Just as contestant Li Mao was about to seize the bank card with the known password, his wrist was suddenly caught in a tight grip.

Wan Fuqi held Li Mao's reaching wrist, turned it halfway over, and took the opportunity to leave a kiss on its inner side.

His expression turned serious. "Of course I don't think it's expensive. I just think it's worth every penny."

With that, he lowered his head again.

The tip of his tongue lightly scraped over the pulsing vein.

Li Mao's arm shrank back in panic, but he could not escape.

Wan Fuqi nibbled and licked the skin between his teeth, lifting his lashes to catch every intriguing little expression on Li Mao's face.

"Heh..." A soft chuckle slipped from the corner of his lips.

"Why not put clear prices on all of it? Five thousand is the price for kissing the back of your hand. Then what about here? This should cost more than the back of your hand, right? How about ten thousand?"

Wan Fuqi's tongue swept over the blue-red veins on Li Mao's wrist, and his hand abruptly tightened, pulling the little stutter into his arms.

"Mmnh!"

Li Mao's entire body went rigid as he bit down on his lower lip.

"What about here?" Wan Fuqi blew a warm breath against Li Mao's ear. "How about twenty thousand?"

Then Wan Fuqi moved downward. Every place he passed, he named a price in his hoarse voice.

"This is the gland. One hundred thousand."

"Here... haha, so cute... two hundred thousand, then."

"What about here? I like holding your waist. Two hundred and fifty thousand? If you obediently wear a waist chain when you come to see me, I'll double the price."

"Here... how about five hundred thousand?"

"What about here?"

"Ahh!"

Li Mao's hand clenched instantly as he gritted out, "Get lost..."

Wan Fuqi rested his chin in Li Mao's neck, utterly unaffected as he continued, "Darling, I'm willing to offer one million for here."

The hand beneath the hooded jacket climbed upward. Behind the lenses, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously, and the Alpha's breathing grew increasingly ragged.

"Li Mao, that card in your hand has ten million. At that price, I can kiss every inch of your body three times. I have dozens more cards like it—enough for me to mark you again and again until you cannot leave me at all."

"Stop entertaining thoughts you shouldn't have. Your body, your heart, your freedom—they all belong to me."

"Stay obediently by my side. Keep me company, please me, fall in love with me."

"Even if I were deaf, I would still make sure the words 'I love you' from your mouth, whether sincere or false, reached my ears."

"If there is a next time, I truly will not have the patience to listen to your explanation."

"Do you understand, darling?"

"Make a sound. Answer me."

Dragged into the driver's seat, Li Mao could only speak in broken fragments.

"Mm... I un-understand..."