His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 31

It wasn’t just the kissing that felt good

Kong Xunwen raised a hand to cover his eyes and closed them. Just a moment ago, he had felt exhausted and sleepy, but now he was overly awake.

Until the sound of light footsteps approached.

“Awen?”

Such a soft, soft voice.

Kong Xunwen lowered his arm slightly, revealing his eyes, and spoke: “Are you trying to wake me up or lull me to sleep?”

Qiu Zhijie leaned in close, bending over: “That depends on what you want to do.”

The hand covering his lips was gently removed, and Kong Xunwen couldn’t help but purse his mouth. His lips, which had cooled down, suddenly began to burn again.

It was Qiu Zhijie’s intense gaze.

He tilted his head: “It’s what you want to do, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Qiu Zhijie whispered. “So, what does this mean?”

“What does what mean?”

His head was suddenly turned back, and Kong Xunwen was caught off guard, meeting Qiu Zhijie’s gaze again. A hint of grievance actually appeared in those dark eyes.

“Does Awen mean he doesn’t plan to take responsibility?”

“What responsibility are you talking about?” Kong Xunwen said quite irresponsibly, his gaze slightly evasive. Yet, Qiu Zhijie’s expression strangely gave him the illusion that he was a heartless scoundrel.

“Ah.” The man buried his head in Kong Xunwen’s neck. Kong Xunwen only felt the stiff black hair prickle slightly: “Then why did you kiss me?”

Before Kong Xunwen could find a perfunctory excuse, Qiu Zhijie lifted his head, aimed straight, and pressed down.

The moment their lips met, Kong Xunwen only heard the man’s words, laced with laughter: “Then I have to kiss you back.”

The trailing sound disappeared between their lips, turning into a soft hum, which sounded somewhat familiar.

Kong Xunwen slowly blinked before realizing that the sound had come from his own nose.

He tried to use his old trick of turning his head away, but found that his nape was once again held firmly, and his chin was manually controlled, lifting it to cooperate with Qiu Zhijie’s kiss.

“Open your mouth.” It had been a long time since he had heard Qiu Zhijie use such a tone—an undeniable imperative.

However, Kong Xunwen wasn’t completely lost. His thinking time was only a few short seconds, recalling what had happened this evening and the fleeting thoughts that crossed his mind when he was drowsy.

Kissing was comfortable. Kissing Qiu Zhijie was very comfortable.

No, it wasn’t just the kissing; their current interaction, everything, felt comfortable.

The young man slightly parted his lips, his tongue lightly touching the gap between his teeth.

So, should he be selfish? Would it be enough just to be happy?

Would kissing make him happy? Would making love make him happy?

This person in front of him was a very good candidate, wasn’t he?

Kong Xunwen placed one hand on the hand Qiu Zhijie used to lift his chin, holding it gently. He looked up, their eyelashes brushing against each other, which felt slightly ticklish.

Qiu Zhijie, who had expected the young man to resist, moved his fingers but did not relax his grip.

Kong Xunwen actively lifted his chin and kissed the man again, biting his lip lightly. It was soft. The hand resting on his nape tightened slightly, but he ignored it, continuing to soothe and lick the bitten lip.

But in the next moment, this gentle, slow lick-kiss was met with a fierce attack. The sound of wetness between lips and tongues, the intertwined, ambiguous sounds, returned to his ears.

Kong Xunwen closed his eyes, his senses becoming more acute, feeling his entire body heat up.

He was being drawn in, sucked, and teased. The base of his tongue felt numb, and the roof of his mouth seemed to have a persistent itch.

Yet, it only stopped at this point. The hands rubbing his nape and lifting his chin remained in place.

Kong Xunwen’s ear tips were crimson, but the hand resting on Qiu Zhijie’s wrist began to move little by little. His index finger slid upward, reaching the palm, then lifted and beckoned.

The man, who had been engrossed in their entanglement, paused his movements, seemingly intending to pull back.

Kong Xunwen didn’t want to hear the question, so he quickly chased after him, blocking his lips again. At the same time, his index fingertip slid down the palm, all the way to the wrist, the pulse… and onto the fabric of the clothes around the waist.

This time, it was his turn to press down on Qiu Zhijie’s neck, preventing him from leaving the embrace. However, he only used a tiny bit of force, and the man obediently lowered his head again and continued.

His breath was hot, but Kong Xunwen could no longer distinguish whether it was his own heat or Qiu Zhijie’s. Their noses occasionally brushed together. He opened his eyes slightly, blinking several times until the mist cleared.

He saw the man’s dark, deep eyes. His already profound features now seemed stained with thick ink.

It resembled the angry look he had seen before, yet it was different. Now, it was filled with intense desire.

The area beneath his eyes was slightly red, making him look fierce, like he was ready to devour someone.

Kong Xunwen felt Qiu Zhijie pause again. He knew why: it was because his hand had successfully hooked the hem of his shirt and slipped inside, touching the slightly hot, somewhat damp body beneath.

Ah, it was still the rainy season today.

During the brief moment of distraction, the hand under his chin disappeared, but his lips were met with an even fiercer assault. The arm that had been hooked around the man’s neck to pull him down now seemed to be used to support himself.

Kong Xunwen was kissed so intensely that his head and chin were lifted, the lines of his neck and throat tightening, making it difficult for him to swallow.

“Mmm…”

A sheen of moisture slid down the corner of his mouth. The hand inside his shirt was guided by the other hand, exploring deeper, resting on the lightly throbbing muscle.

He couldn’t bear it anymore and turned his head away.

This time, he was released.

The young man’s head dropped weakly, landing in the man’s large palm before resting on the bed through the barrier of the palm.

His breathing was ragged.

The young man lying in the man’s palm had eyes that seemed to shimmer with moisture, fragmented light. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, his nostrils flared, and his slender brows were slightly furrowed. Those light-colored eyes, usually cool or clear, were now filled with wateriness, as if he were still dazed, like after an orgasm. His eye corners, nose tip, lips, cheekbones, and cheeks were all flushed pink.

It looked even more like it.

Qiu Zhijie looked down at the scene and couldn’t resist. He lowered his head and kissed the moist lips a few more times, making soft sounds.

Kong Xunwen didn’t react much, only his pupils moved.

“Didn’t you want to touch here?” the man whispered. “Were you planning to do something naughty?”

“You can’t handle just this, how will you handle anything else?”

Kong Xunwen regained his senses, recovering slightly. He frowned. Was kissing like this for everyone? Kissing until you could barely breathe?

Although it was very comfortable, still…

He was kissed again, a quick peck.

Finding the culprit, Kong Xunwen didn’t dodge but frowned: “It’s… you kissed for too long.”

His voice was hoarse, carrying an ambiguous, youthful undertone, but he paused only briefly before continuing.

He was kissed again. Kong Xunwen treated himself like a puppet. His hand was guided to move gently. When Qiu Zhijie realized he wasn’t touching himself, even his fingers began to be controlled, stroking with measured force.

“Too long?” Qiu Zhijie looked down, his tone innocent, but his expression dangerous: “But it’s not enough.”

“…Get up.” Kong Xunwen pushed hard with the hand that was inside the shirt.

Qiu Zhijie reluctantly pecked his lips a few more times, the last kiss a shallow suck.

Kong Xunwen cooperated with the light kiss and lifted his chin. Sensing that the man was about to go deeper again, he immediately turned his head: “That’s enough.”

He sat up with Qiu Zhijie. For some reason, he felt very energetic. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, remembering what he had been thinking earlier.

He turned his head to examine the face of the man beside him, who had traveled today: “…Are you tired?”

The other man shook his head, confused: “No, I slept for a few hours this afternoon.”

“Very energetic?” he confirmed.

“Hmm…” Qiu Zhijie hesitated slightly.

Kong Xunwen let out a soft breath and looked toward the bathroom: “Do you want to take a shower?”

Qiu Zhijie couldn’t guess the young man’s thoughts at all right now. The desire in his eyes hadn’t completely faded. His fingertips were still brushing against the young man’s, shoulder to shoulder. Hearing the question, he was puzzled.

“What?” He paused, joking: “Do you want to shower together?”

However, the young man usually ignored such comments and would probably directly refuse…

“Okay.”

…fuse.

Wait, what did he just say?

Qiu Zhijie looked at the young man beside him in surprise. Kong Xunwen wasn’t looking at him, only at the bathroom. Noticing his gaze, he turned his head, his expression returning to calm: “I said okay.”

Qiu Zhijie froze.

Seeing this, Kong Xunwen became less nervous. He reached out, grabbed the man’s arm, and instinctively got up, following his movement.

“Where are your pajamas?”

“In the first drawer of the wardrobe.” He answered subconsciously. Qiu Zhijie suddenly realized the current situation. His fingers twitched, and his ear tips were bright red.

Shower… together?

Was the progress this fast?

Was he really not dreaming?

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Qiu Zhijie pursed his lips, a large man following obediently behind the young man, being pulled along like a large dog on a leash.

It wasn’t until he saw the young man only grab his pajamas… and underwear, and was about to turn around, that he spoke: “…And yours.”

He said with red ears: “I went to get yours when I came up earlier.”

The guest room downstairs wasn’t particularly large, so Kong Xunwen’s wardrobe was in another room used for miscellaneous storage. It was fine for Qiu Zhijie to go in.

But he had already gotten them, meaning he had intended for Qiu Zhijie to shower upstairs all along.

Kong Xunwen subtly raised one eyebrow and glanced at the red-eared Qiu Zhijie, choosing not to comment on the matter: “Where are they?”

After grabbing his own pajamas and underwear, Kong Xunwen pulled Qiu Zhijie toward the bathroom again.

This time, Qiu Zhijie said nothing.

After placing the pajamas and underwear down, Kong Xunwen turned his head.

Qiu Zhijie, standing beside him, looked completely different from his fierce demeanor moments ago; he was utterly stiff.

This made the slightly uncomfortable Kong Xunwen feel more natural instead.

“If you don’t take them off yourself, do you want me to help you?” He softened his tone slightly.

Qiu Zhijie shook his head, raising his hands to pull down the zipper. He stopped when he reached his necklace, remembering he hadn’t removed his accessories.

Kong Xunwen had been home all day, wearing comfortable loungewear that was easy to take off. His outer shirt was already removed. His watch was waterproof and didn’t need to be taken off. The buttons of his cotton shirt were completely undone, revealing his jade-white chest and slender waist. He paused only briefly before decisively taking off his pants.

His fair, well-proportioned legs were exposed, leaving only the fully unbuttoned shirt and his barely covered underwear.

He turned his head and frowned.

Kong Xunwen was impatient: “Why are you so slow?”

He still needed to maintain his routine and couldn’t stay up too late tonight.

The tall man approached, looked down, lifted his chin, and held out his hands to show Kong Xunwen the accessories: “These are hard for me to take off myself.”

He looked up: “Will you help me?”