Chapter 41

He was like a frog being boiled slowly in warm water. Fu Yuhe thought Shen Yi was the helpless little white rabbit caught in a trap, when in fact he himself was the oblivious frog.

Their breaths mingled as Shen Yi ran the tip of his tongue over the roof of Fu Yuhe's mouth, making the corners of his eyes flush red. Past experience had taught Shen Yi plenty of spots and techniques that made Fu Yuhe feel good, and his kisses grew increasingly practiced.

Fu Yuhe still hadn't come to his senses when Shen Yi pinned him to the bed, not until Shen Yi began figuring out how to take his clothes off.

Fu Yuhe finally realized where the persistent feeling that something was wrong had come from.

"What are you doing?" He caught Shen Yi's approaching hand.

Shen Yi was visibly aroused. He looked down at him through lowered lashes, his lips slightly parted as he panted. He blinked and said, "Don't we have to take our clothes off to sleep?"

Fu Yuhe said, "Taking yours off is enough!"

He tried to get up, but Shen Yi pressed him back down by the shoulders.

"It's not enough," Shen Yi said. "They all have to come off."

Their position was awkward. Fu Yuhe lay on the bed, his long legs, clad in suit trousers, spread apart. Shen Yi knelt between them, his hands braced on Fu Yuhe's shoulders as he leaned over to look at him.

Shen Yi tugged at his collar. "It's so hot, ge."

Fu Yuhe turned his head, looking at the dip in the bedding beside him. In a low, hoarse voice, he said, "Get off me."

Shen Yi asked, "Aren't we sleeping together anymore?"

Fu Yuhe gritted his teeth. "I'm the one sleeping with you!"

Not the other way around!

This was a losing deal. He'd gone to so much trouble to bring Shen Yi back and had already coaxed him into bed, only to end up offering himself up for Shen Yi to sleep with. How could that be?

"Mm," Shen Yi agreed. "You're sleeping with me."

Fu Yuhe said, "Get off."

Shen Yi looked down at him for a long moment, then his lips suddenly curved into a pleased smile. "No."

Fu Yuhe said, "..."

This was a tiger pretending to be an obedient cat, hiding its claws to fool people.

Realizing this, Fu Yuhe laughed in anger, his eyes dark and menacing. But with the corners of his eyes and his earlobes tinged red, he looked immersed in arousal, and the intimidation of his smile was reduced to almost nothing in Shen Yi's eyes.

Shen Yi leaned down, wrapped his arms around his waist and nuzzled his cheek against his chest over his heart, with a shirt between them. "Don't be angry."

Shen Yi felt that his earlier unhappiness had already faded. Fu Yuhe had come to coax him of his own accord-though he stubbornly insisted it was some kind of "price." But that was all right. Shen Yi knew how stubborn he was, even though he'd kissed him.

Shen Yi was easy to coax. All it took was a kiss from Fu Yuhe.

He liked kissing Fu Yuhe.

Fu Yuhe felt how ready Shen Yi was, and his back stiffened. Then the affectionate gesture made his breath catch. His heartbeat had already begun to settle, but when Shen Yi nuzzled his chest, it started to quicken again.

His heart had raced earlier because of the kissing, but not this time. Now it was simply because of Shen Yi's innocent, affectionate gesture, like a large dog seeking affection.

Shen Yi noticed him stiffen and pushed himself up. Before he could steady himself, Fu Yuhe grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back down.

Their lips, red from kissing, met again. Fu Yuhe gripped the back of his neck and bit his lower lip, kissing him fiercely, and Shen Yi gave no ground.

They went back and forth, sparks flying between them.

The atmosphere grew intimate, their heavy breaths spilling over each other's lips. A fine sheen of sweat covered Fu Yuhe's temples. He breathed with his lips slightly parted, his shirt rumpled and his chest rising and falling unevenly.

Shen Yi only felt his body growing strange, as if a hot spring were filling his chest, bubbling away. His heart raced as though he had just run three thousand meters.

He raised a hand to brush the hair from Fu Yuhe's forehead. Fu Yuhe caught his wrist, and everything that followed spun out of control.

The curtains in the room were only half drawn, letting light spill in from outside.

Expensive suit trousers and a belt lay in a heap on the floor. Intimate sounds mingled with angry curses in the room, occasionally punctuated by Shen Yi's slightly aggrieved apologies.

"Don't you dare try anything!" Fu Yuhe warned between soft pants, but his voice was husky and weak, making it sound like a bluff.

Shen Yi said, "I'm not... Is this okay, ge?"

Fu Yuhe's only response was a muffled groan.

Shen Yi said, "Ge, teach me. Teach me what to do..."

Their heavy breathing echoed for a long time before finally subsiding.

Shen Yi came out of the bathroom after his shower, having changed into fresh clothes. He returned to the bedroom, where Fu Yuhe was sitting against the headboard, smoking.

Fu Yuhe rarely smoked in bed; it was too careless. But the duvet cover was bound to be changed today anyway. He leaned against the headboard with a sour expression, smoke obscuring his face. Through the haze, he looked at Shen Yi, who had just come out of the bathroom, and immediately recalled the several times he had nearly tried something.

Fu Yuhe had never fooled around with men or women. There was nothing prepared at home, so actually going all the way would probably have been difficult. Perhaps Shen Yi hadn't intended to do it directly, but Fu Yuhe had indeed been startled several times.

Now that his head had cleared, he felt utterly disheveled at the thought of how fright had made his back go rigid.

If Shen Yi had dared to force him then, he would have killed the little brat. But Shen Yi had been perfectly obedient, unexpectedly innocent in that respect and listening to everything he said. At the same time, he was terribly wicked, and once he'd figured a thing or two out, Fu Yuhe was still the one he wore out.

Across the room, Shen Yi picked up the schoolbag he had dropped on the floor earlier and patted the dust off it. Hearing the movement, Fu Yuhe came back to himself and turned to look. A cigarette hung from his crimson lips, the covers reached his waist, and a sheen of sweat lay over his taut muscles.

"Where are you going?" he asked hoarsely.

Shen Yi tilted his head, set his schoolbag aside and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Ge, aren't you going to take a shower?"