Jiang Chiyan froze.
The two of them were very close.
Xiao Cheng buried his face in Jiang Chiyan's neck, gently sucking at the blood vessels there.
Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes in pleasure.
Intoxication and obsession filled his eyes.
Jiang Chiyan's blood really was sweet and fragrant.
Xiao Cheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he almost lost himself in the unfamiliar bliss.
Seeing the crimson in Xiao Cheng's eyes, Jiang Chiyan rubbed his head, the corners of his lips slowly curling up. "You like my blood?"
His mind muddled after drinking blood, Xiao Cheng pushed Jiang Chiyan down onto the passenger seat and hugged his waist. "Mm-hmm."
Jiang Chiyan rubbed his temples with some difficulty. He was almost fainting from hunger. "Xiao Cheng, do you have anything to eat in your car?"
Xiao Cheng thought for a moment, then fished a piece of fruit candy from his pocket. "I have candy. Want some, hubby?"
This time, however dizzy Jiang Chiyan was, he noticed something was wrong with Xiao Cheng. "Xiao Cheng, what's wrong?"
Usually, he had to half-coerce and half-coax Xiao Cheng until he couldn't take it anymore and reluctantly called him hubby.
But today, Xiao Cheng had already called him hubby twice.
Something was wrong.
Thinking Xiao Cheng had a fever, Jiang Chiyan reached out to feel his forehead.
The moment he raised his hand, Xiao Cheng clamped down on his wrist, his gaze hazy. "Don't move."
It was a very fierce line, but Xiao Cheng's cheeks were puffed out, and the baby fat on them shifted as he spoke. It was adorable.
Jiang Chiyan wanted to get his phone from his pocket and call an ambulance...
But he hadn't eaten for two days, and with Xiao Cheng pinning him down, he couldn't break free at all.
The next second.
Xiao Cheng tore the candy wrapper open with his teeth, sealed Jiang Chiyan's lips with a kiss, and passed the candy into his mouth.
The taste of candy, blood, and Xiao Cheng mingled in Jiang Chiyan's mouth.
Jiang Chiyan went blank for a moment, then suddenly felt a pain in his neck.
Xiao Cheng bit him again and sucked gently, his lips stained a bewitching bloodred. "Chiyan, you smell so good."
Jiang Chiyan held the candy in his mouth and took a moment to recover, then tugged helplessly at the wrists Xiao Cheng had restrained. "I smell good, I smell good, but could you let me go first?"
Xiao Cheng gave an aggrieved "Oh," holding both of Jiang Chiyan's wrists in one hand and freeing the other to undo his belt.
After drinking blood, Xiao Cheng was exceptionally strong.
Pinned to the seat, Jiang Chiyan couldn't move. "Don't... there are people everywhere outside. If someone sees us..."
Xiao Cheng's hands paused, his ink-black eyes staring straight at Jiang Chiyan. "Hubby's right."
"Huh?" Jiang Chiyan couldn't follow his train of thought.
Xiao Cheng said, "Chiyan is mine alone. I can't let anyone else see him. I have to hide him well."
Jiang Chiyan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly coaxed him. "So let's go home first, okay?"
Xiao Cheng nodded and released Jiang Chiyan.
But he kept blinking his big, wet eyes, staring at Jiang Chiyan. "Chiyan, will you run away on the way home?"
"I won't."
Xiao Cheng planted both hands on his hips, puffed out his cheeks as if sulking, and stubbornly shook his head. "I don't believe you, I don't believe you!"
Jiang Chiyan pressed between his brows and gently coaxed him. "Then what would make you believe me?"
Xiao Cheng glanced at Jiang Chiyan in the passenger seat, reached out, and pressed a button on the side of the seat.
Then-
The passenger seat's backrest suddenly tipped backward.
Caught off guard, Jiang Chiyan instantly fell back onto the flattened backrest.
Xiao Cheng bent down and kissed Jiang Chiyan's lips.
As he forced a kiss on him, he pulled over the seat belt, wrapped it around Jiang Chiyan's wrists several times, and tied a firm knot.
Seemingly very pleased with his handiwork, he lifted Jiang Chiyan's wrists and swung them back and forth.
Jiang Chiyan glanced at his wrists, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and smiled gently and indulgently. "Satisfied?"
Xiao Cheng's eyes were a little red, large tears clinging to the tips of his long lashes and falling with each blink. "Yanyan, I still want to drink your blood."
Anyone else who dared speak to Young Master Jiang like that or bind his wrists that way would already have been beaten into a cripple.
But if that person was Xiao Cheng...
Jiang Chiyan had no temper at all. "Okay."
However, seeing people coming and going outside, Jiang Chiyan steeled himself. "You can drink when we get home!"
Xiao Cheng was still rubbing clingily against him, his voice tearful. "But you smell so good, baby. I crave your body so much."
Jiang Chiyan narrowed his eyes, his gaze already deep and clouded.
If this went on.
He and Xiao Cheng were bound to do something they shouldn't in this car.
Jiang Chiyan closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. Forcing down a certain thought in his heart, he gave Xiao Cheng a direct order. "Drive."
Xiao Cheng nodded through his sniffles and reached out to tug at Jiang Chiyan's collar, sounding quite reluctant. "All right, I'll get started."
Jiang Chiyan's back stiffened, and he shrank back. "Not that kind of ride!! I told you to get the car keys and drive this Rolls-Royce you bought!"
Xiao Cheng obediently said, "Oh," the baby fat on his cheeks quivering again, his nose twitching along with it.
Like a big golden retriever seeking affection, he lay on Jiang Chiyan without getting up, fishing out the car keys with one hand and reaching for the steering wheel with the other.
He reached twice without even touching the edge of the steering wheel.
Xiao Cheng's eyes instantly went red again.
He turned to Jiang Chiyan. "Yanyan, I can't reach the steering wheel. Boo-hoo..."
Jiang Chiyan said, "Then let me go and let me drive."
Xiao Cheng tugged at his hem with a fingertip, agonizing for quite a while. "But you'll run away. You won't want me anymore."
Jiang Chiyan was rather helpless. "Then how about this? Use handcuffs... cuff my right hand to your left hand, and I'll drive. Will that do?"
And so.
Five minutes later.
Jiang Chiyan sat in the driver's seat, and Xiao Cheng sat in the passenger seat.
Jiang Chiyan's right wrist was cuffed to Xiao Cheng's left wrist.
Xiao Cheng finally stopped fussing.
He clutched a bit of his hem, his face red.
Every so often, he turned his head, either sneaking a glance at Jiang Chiyan or leaning over to suck at his neck.
While the car waited at a red light...
Jiang Chiyan's phone rang.
With his wrist cuffed, it was awkward to get it, so he casually instructed Xiao Cheng, "Get my phone for me. Swipe left to answer."
Xiao Cheng picked it up and cluelessly swiped the screen, connecting the call.
"Hubby, here." Xiao Cheng handed the phone to Jiang Chiyan, speaking in a soft, babyish voice that was a little breathless and tinged with tears.
As he spoke, Xiao Cheng rubbed his head against Jiang Chiyan's shoulder.
The rustling of fabric brushing together came through the phone very clearly.
Jiang Yun, on the other end of the line: "..."
Jiang Chiyan, in the driver's seat: "..."
Jiang Yun coughed and hung up without saying a word.
It was too awkward...
Beside Jiang Yun, Jiang Chiyan's mother, Xiang Xinlan, asked him, "Well?"
Jiang Yun's old face reddened. "They're in the car. It sounds like they're doing that."
Xiang Xinlan didn't catch his meaning. "Doing what?"
Jiang Yun clapped three times in succession.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
Then Jiang Yun asked Xiang Xinlan, "Get it?"
Xiang Xinlan's eyes widened. "They're fighting in the car, and hitting each other so hard it makes clapping sounds? That's far too dangerous. Is that any way to behave?"
(Some sweethearts asked what time I update each day, so let's make it 17:00-18:00 every evening. I'll do my best to make sure there are no delays. That's it~)