Chapter 83

He Xiaoyun X Xia Chi [Extra]

He Xiaoyun X Xia Chi

The fabric enveloped the fiery body, isolating it from the cold night air. Xia Chi simply tugged lightly at the material, and everything restrained eagerly leaped before him.

Xia Chi was too close. The scent rushed into his nostrils almost instantly.

“Xia Chi!” He Xiaoyun regretted his decision to let Xia Chi stay, but before he could say anything more, Xia Chi had already lowered his head.

He Xiaoyun had a lot of experience with this, so it wasn’t unfamiliar to him. He could even sense Xia Chi’s inexperience. After all, with his status, he didn’t need to do this for others. There would even be plenty of people rushing to do it for him.

But perhaps it was the abstinence of late, or perhaps the after-effects of the alcohol were helping, his sensations were particularly intense.

No man could refuse this, not even He Xiaoyun.

His wrists were restrained, unable to move, but the immense pleasure surged up his spine like a snake, instantly spreading to his limbs, then exploding in every blood vessel, every pore trembling.

He Xiaoyun tilted his head back, his entire neck flushed red, clenching his teeth, but still unable to stop a suppressed and ecstatic moan from escaping.

Hearing this sound, Xia Chi released his grip on his hands. He Xiaoyun was overwhelmed by a scorching tide. His fingers went into Xia Chi’s short hair, clutching his hair, and trembling one last time, he still couldn’t push him away.

Well, it’s already like this.

Reason was controlled by alcohol and desire, and the bottom line finally collapsed. He licked his parched lips, moved his waist forward an inch, and pressed down a bit harder with his hand: “…Teeth.”

Xia Chi’s expression wasn’t relaxed. The corner of his mouth, injured, was pulled and bleeding due to the excessive opening and closing of his lips, even staining He Xiaoyun’s body.

He ignored it, emitting a muffled “Mm” from his nose, his hands pressing on He Xiaoyun’s hips, trying to please the person on the sofa.

He Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes, feeling the flattery of the person beneath him. All the bad emotions seemed to have finally found an outlet, and in Xia Chi’s unlimited concession and flattery, he couldn’t help but vent all of it onto him.

Ling Sheng, Jiang Chen, the development project, the company, the engagement banquet, the photos, going abroad…

The stronger the feeling, the stronger the frustration, anger, defeat, and disappointment that had accumulated in his heart these days. Like millions of tons of water constantly crashing against a dam, yet unable to escape.

When had He Xiaoyun ever been so frustrated?

With whom had he ever been so frustrated?

Why?

He Xiaoyun couldn’t pay attention to anything else at this moment, completely controlled by instinct, so he didn’t see Xia Chi’s increasingly furrowed brows, nor the blood that had stained him. He only wanted to find an outlet, to vent, to throw all of this out in a carefree manner.

Finally, the dam could no longer hold, breached by the torrent, and all the emotions were swept away along with the water. He Xiaoyun even felt a moment of exhaustion, leaning back on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a brief moment of blankness, a wet, ticklish sensation brought him back to his senses. He looked down to see Xia Chi’s actions, and the afterglow of pleasure was instantly reawakened.

“What are you doing?” He Xiaoyun asked hoarsely, still catching his breath.

Xia Chi looked up at him from below. His hair was messed up from being grabbed, his eyes were red, his tongue had just retracted, and there was something on the corner of his lips. The injured corner of his mouth continued to bleed. This abused look made He Xiaoyun unable to not think of what he had just done.

“The blood got on you,” Xia Chi’s voice was hoarse, coughing slightly, “I’ll clean it up for you.”

Only then did He Xiaoyun notice that he hadn’t used a tissue. Looking at that little bit on the corner of Xia Chi’s lips, he narrowed his eyes and leaned down slightly: “You ate it?”

Xia Chi “Mm”ed, then, as if remembering something, emphasized: “I said, I can do anything.”

After the previous outburst, the blockage in his heart felt like it had been washed away by the flowing water, already much more comfortable. He Xiaoyun looked at his stubborn appearance and finally couldn’t help but ask: “Why do you like me?”

He Xiaoyun never asked this question, because he had received too much praise and love since he was a child. There were also too many professions of love with various purposes from when he first experienced love. There were not a few who truly liked him, but that’s the way people are, things that are too easily obtained are not so easy to cherish.

After being frustrated with Ling Sheng, he had been wondering why it would be easier and more beneficial to be with him. Ling Sheng also liked him, and he was even willing to go back to the United States with him to register their marriage, but Ling Sheng was willing to give up everything and leave his hometown to gamble on an uncertain, even a future that he thought was destined to fail, for Jiang Chen.

He did not deny the influence of emotions on people, and he admitted that some people do take love very seriously, but in his opinion, this was not just a problem of reduced intelligence, but a complete failure and a wrong choice.

But that was Ling Sheng.

He was the only person He Xiaoyun had sincerely liked in nearly thirty years of his life. If this happened before, or to someone else, he wouldn’t have cared so much, but after witnessing and even participating in it, he couldn’t help but be impacted by his past view of love.

But life is full of surprises, one wave has not subsided and another has risen, he is now meeting someone who looks even crazier.

Xia Chi was still kneeling there. Hearing his question, he looked up at him.

Whether it was when he was initially concealing his feelings, or when he was full of love after making them clear, he always looked at him very deeply, like an extremely deep lake, whether it was calm or turbulent, the deepest part was always deep and quiet, unaffected and unquestioned.

He Xiaoyun initially thought he was just a child being impulsive, but now he increasingly felt that this emotion was not so superficial and simple.

“You saved me,” Xia Chi didn’t move, but the hand on his waist did, rubbing against that still damp skin, “Ten years ago.”

Ten years ago?

He Xiaoyun was very surprised. He was eighteen, and Xia Chi was eleven?

Besides official matters, he rarely deliberately remembered private matters, because there was nothing for him to remember. Many rare things that others thought were worth remembering were too common for him, so there was nothing worth his hippocampus wasting extra space for.

He carefully recalled what happened that year, something that could make Xia Chi remember so deeply.

At that time, he should have been at his most playful, first tasting love affairs, excited and stimulated. He played wildly for several years until his grandfather reminded him to slowly restrain himself. At that time, he was in the United States, was there anything related to Xia Chi?

“…Jinlang Hotel?”

To be honest, Xia Chi left too few deep impressions on his memory: handsome, thin, silent. These were almost all of He Xiaoyun’s memories of Xia Chi as a child. Later, he seemed to become a little chubby, but he couldn’t remember clearly. For someone like him who was used to wandering around, enjoying life, and liking excitement and liveliness, such a person would not be included in his circle.

Naturally, he hadn’t taken him to heart.

If there was a relatively deep memory, it would be the Jinlang Hotel when he was eleven. That resort was invested and developed by the Xia family, so there was a beach that was not open to the public, specially reserved as a private resort area. Because the scenery was very good, it was naturally very popular with them.

Xia Chi mentioned saving him. He remembered that he had saved him once at the Jinlang Hotel. Xia Chi, who was eleven years old, was swept into the sea by a wave while swimming. Swimming was a compulsory course for these people since childhood, and there were many exciting projects in the sea, so everyone’s swimming skills were very good. Seeing the small figure looming in the waves, everyone thought he was just playing in the water, only He Xiaoyun felt something was wrong and rushed into the waves to pull him up.

Afterwards, even the Xia family’s butler said that he thought the young master was just playing in the water and didn’t expect something to happen, so he didn’t let the rescuers go into the water to save him. He remembered that he had later mentioned this to his grandfather, and later heard that Xia Chi had been taken away.

He didn’t take it seriously either.

“I can’t swim,” Xia Chi secretly leaned closer to him again, even though his nose was now full of salty and humid air, it seemed that as long as he got closer to He Xiaoyun, he would be more at ease: “I’m afraid of water.”

He Xiaoyun sensed something was wrong. If Xia Chi was afraid of water, he would not actively go to the beach, let alone go down. Moreover, the butler and rescuers had clearly seen it at the time, but they didn’t take any action. That was why the crowd standing on the beach thought Xia Chi was just playing. Could it be that the drowning was not an accident?

“If it weren’t for you, I would have died,” Xia Chi tried to rest his head on He Xiaoyun’s lap.

After the incident just now, his clothes were not tidy, Xia Chi was like a puppy who had been wronged outside, cautiously and extremely dependently leaning on his lap, wanting to get more love from his master.

He Xiaoyun originally wanted to push his head away, but looking at his aggrieved appearance, he couldn’t bear it for a moment. He was able to say those words to Xia Chi before, mostly because he felt that he had also experienced the age of twenty-something, and it was normal for a young boy who was new to love to have a good impression of him, so he didn’t take Xia Chi’s words too seriously, but now it seemed not that simple.

Looking back, his previous attitude towards Xia Chi was so bad, in fact, it was also because his feelings were frustrated, and he had nowhere to vent his depression, so these emotions were all vented on Xia Chi.

Now, these emotions were mostly vented with the incident just now, and he could really put aside other things to examine Xia Chi’s matter. He temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and hesitated before opening his mouth: “Xia Chi, to be honest, I don’t remember, so it may be some life-saving grace to you, but I don’t really care.”

It was false to say that he wasn’t touched by the fact that he had been remembered for more than ten years, but being touched was being touched, and emotions were inherently heavy when said deeply, and grace was even heavier. He didn’t want to bear these things.

He Xiaoyun seriously faced Xia Chi’s feelings for the first time, his mood was a little complicated, and there was a little loss in his realization. He ignored the strangeness in his heart and moved his leg: “If it’s important to you, then you said it, and I’m telling you now that I know. If you want to repay the favor, getting to this point is enough.”

Xia Chi raised his head to look at him, his eyes as before, but this time more passionate and sincere: “It’s not repaying a favor, I love you, He Xiaoyun. I am willing to do these things because I love you, not because I’m repaying a favor.”

He Xiaoyun’s heart was stabbed by the word “love.” It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard this word from other people’s mouths, but looking at Xia Chi’s persistent and almost obsessive appearance, he realized the weight of this word for the first time.

For a moment, he didn’t want to see his eyes, so he turned his head away: “You were only eleven years old at the time, what do you remember? What do you know about love?”

“But I am twenty-one years old now, and I know very clearly, very clearly,” Xia Chi was always overly enthusiastic when expressing himself, as if the evil dragon had hidden a treasure for a long time, and finally waited for his queen, so he opened the treasure house, wishing he could send it all to her.

He only hoped to get a word of praise.

He Xiaoyun leaned back slightly, as if someone who was roasting a fire suddenly felt that the flames were too big and was afraid of being burned, but then he realized that he was dodging.

What was he dodging? What was he afraid of?

He Xiaoyun turned his face back to face Xia Chi: “Then what? You love me, what do you want to get from me? The same feelings? I can’t give them, and I don’t want to give them.”

Xia Chi was not surprised by his answer, and even smiled: “It doesn’t matter, I don’t want anything.”

I just want you.

He Xiaoyun grew up in favoritism and indulgence. The environment he grew up in shaped his wayward personality. Pursuing Ling Sheng was already the lowest posture he had ever taken in his life, and Xia Chi’s attitude awakened the arrogance and recklessness that he had restrained these days. The familiar feeling made him feel comfortable and excited.

These excitements rekindled the alcohol in his blood, and then turned into the most direct impulse.

Anyway, it was Xia Chi who insisted on coming over.

“Really don’t want anything?” He Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows: “Priceless things often represent a greater price. I’m not stupid.”

Xia Chi’s throat rolled, staring at He Xiaoyun’s teasing eyes, hesitating to say his condition: “Then… when you have me, don’t look for others.”

He Xiaoyun liked sensible people, and he didn’t like to find other people when he had a fixed bed partner. He bent over, pinched Xia Chi’s chin, and pulled him over. Seeing the blood oozing from Xia Chi’s broken corner of his mouth, he couldn’t help but feel evil and pressed it with his thumb. Xia Chi shrank in pain, but did not break free from his hand.

He smiled.

“Are you still hungry?”

…

When it was over, the sofa and carpet were a mess.

He Xiaoyun was half-lying on the sofa, a long-lost feeling of comfort and relaxation made him not want to move.

It wasn’t until Xia Chi came over to hug him that He Xiaoyun reached out to push his hand away: “What are you doing?”

Xia Chi leaned over him, obviously his throat was swollen, and his voice was so hoarse, but his expression was excited to the point of trance. He looked at He Xiaoyun’s messy clothes that he hadn’t had time to tidy up, and even his pants were half-undressed and not properly put on. The excitement was mixed with belated shyness, and he struggled to speak: “…Go wash up.”

He Xiaoyun pushed him away and sat up, casually pulling up his pants: “I’m not so weak yet.”

When he stood up, he felt a little dizzy and weak. After all, he had drunk a lot of alcohol and vented happily just now. He really didn’t have much strength now, and just wanted to have a good sleep.

When he finished washing up and lay down on the bed, he felt very tired, but also very relaxed.

And finally at this moment, he really told himself that it was over.

There was nothing to miss.

When had He Xiaoyun ever lacked people who liked him?

There was one downstairs.

Thinking of this, he smiled first, but then his eyes turned cold, he turned over, took the phone from the bedside table, and called his assistant.

“Go check Xia Chi, I want all his information from birth to now.”