His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 71

The skin was sticky, unable to separate

The summer night was slightly cooler than the day, but the temperature was still too hot, especially indoors.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows swayed. The bamboo grove was low, topped by the ink-like night sky and a high white moon. Inside the window.

Kong Xunwen had just finished applying the ointment for Qiu Zhijie. It wasn’t until Qiu Zhijie pulled down the collar at the back of his neck, and the heat of those scorching fingertips touched his skin, that he understood why Qiu Zhijie had reacted the way he did earlier.

The itchiness from the mosquito bites now turned into a cool, comfortable sensation, but Kong Xunwen’s attention was no longer focused on that.

He lowered his head, exposing a few red bumps on the back of his neck. Qiu Zhijie’s movements were gentle, but he still tensed his body.

Fortunately, he hadn’t been bitten much there; the main event was on his arms.

The man held his wrist, spreading out his arm to reveal the large and small red bumps. He couldn’t help but frown, the flush on his face receding slightly.

“Why are there so many bites?”

Kong Xunwen looked down at the sound, his gaze falling elsewhere, answering somewhat distractedly, “Oh, I’ve always been a mosquito magnet.”

“…” Qiu Zhijie didn’t reply.

Kong Xunwen glanced twice more at the muscle lines right in front of him, visible with just a downward look. He paused for a few seconds before realizing something was wrong.

Why was he silent?

He raised his eyes, only to meet another pair of deep, dark pupils.

Evidently, the other man had been watching him the whole time.

Thinking about what he had just been doing, Kong Xunwen shifted his gaze, his ear tips so red they looked ready to bleed.

Then he heard the man’s low chuckle near his ear: “Why stop looking? Are you not satisfied?”

The young man kept his gaze averted, refusing to turn back. Although his cheeks and neck were flushed, large patches of red, and even his exposed collarbone showed some color, he insisted stubbornly, “What are you talking about? I wasn’t looking at anything.”

“Fine, you weren’t looking at anything.” Qiu Zhijie didn’t argue, but lowered his eyes with a smile, applying ointment to all the red spots on that arm before gently blowing on them.

Kong Xunwen didn’t look at him this time, deliberately keeping his eyes away, but his actions were honest. He reached out and offered his other arm.

The man looked up with a smile, then lowered his head to continue applying the medicine seriously.

Once the red bumps on his hands were covered with the cooling ointment, Kong Xunwen immediately pulled his hand away from the scorching palm.

Qiu Zhijie’s hand was empty. He looked up and raised an eyebrow: “I haven’t finished applying the medicine.”

Kong Xunwen glanced at him: “I’ll do the rest myself. You should hurry up and put your clothes on.”

Qiu Zhijie looked down at himself, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes, but when he looked up, he wore an innocent expression: “Aren’t I fine like this?”

“Fine how?” Kong Xunwen looked at him in disbelief.

“It’s very cool, in this hot weather,” Qiu Zhijie said, looking at the fan nearby. “And there’s no air conditioning.”

This left Kong Xunwen speechless for a moment. Finally, after staring with his light-colored eyes for a few seconds, he said, “Indecent!”

Qiu Zhijie was stunned by the word, then burst out laughing: “Indecent?”

“Did you forget what our relationship is? With our relationship, this is just…” He looked down. “…this. We’ve done things much more excessive than this.”

Kong Xunwen glared at him, holding his breath for a few seconds before shifting his gaze: “I’m not talking to you.”

“Don’t be like that.” Qiu Zhijie scooted closer, grabbing the hand that was smeared with ointment and reaching for his own mosquito bites. “In for a penny, in for a pound. Help me apply the medicine to the front too.”

Kong Xunwen had only applied medicine to his neck and arms, completely skipping the front.

“Apply it yourself here,” Kong Xunwen said, glancing at it before retracting his gaze as if burned.

“No, you help me.”

Qiu Zhijie insisted, refusing to let go of his hand.

Kong Xunwen didn’t exercise much and couldn’t match his strength. His hand was also restricted by the ointment, so he finally compromised: “Fine.”

He lowered his head and leaned in. The faint blush on his earlobes, neck, and collarbone immediately came into Qiu Zhijie’s view.

The man propped himself up with his arms behind him, his chin slightly raised, but his eyes lowered. He showed no intention of ignoring the scene before him, nor did he share the young man’s shyness; he was completely open.

Since he had agreed to apply the medicine, even as the heat intensified with proximity, Kong Xunwen seriously applied the ointment to every red spot.

From the collarbone, the chest, and finally the abdomen, he frowned: “How did you get bitten here? You’re not wearing a crop top.”

With a soft laugh, the taut abdominal muscles under his hand flexed, moving Kong Xunwen’s fingers along with them.

“Is it my fault I got bitten?”

Before Kong Xunwen could say anything, Qiu Zhijie used a tissue to wipe his fingers clean: “Alright, it’s my turn.”

?

Kong Xunwen looked up, full of questions.

Whose turn?

“Courtesy demands reciprocity. Since you helped me, I must help you too.”

“Who wants…” your help. Before he could finish the sentence, Kong Xunwen was seized by the man, who wore a triumphant smile. Still in that position, Qiu Zhijie grabbed his waist and pulled him close.

He lost his balance, his vision blurred, and when he regained his senses, Kong Xunwen’s hands were resting on warm, firm muscles. He instinctively looked up and met those deep, dark eyes.

The distance between them narrowed little by little. The heat on Kong Xunwen’s face had never faded, and now his breathing quickened. He could also feel Qiu Zhijie’s breath drawing closer.

He relaxed his jaw and heard the sound of Qiu Zhijie’s Adam’s apple moving.

Even their lips could feel each other’s heat.

But then, Qiu Zhijie suddenly stopped.

Kong Xunwen blinked, feeling a little flustered.

But his actions showed no sign of it. He lifted his chin familiarly and pressed forward.

A flicker of surprise crossed Qiu Zhijie’s eyes, quickly turning into a deep smile. Abandoning his original teasing idea, he leaned in cooperatively and kissed the young man.

In a gentle exchange, Kong Xunwen raised his hands and placed them on the arm Qiu Zhijie was using to support him. All coolness had vanished between them, replaced only by heat.

The breath exhaled from their noses, the moisture when they touched—the temperature was already high, yet it continued to rise.

With a soft sound, they separated. Kong Xunwen lowered his gaze, tilting his head back to expose his throat. Qiu Zhijie, maintaining the posture, withdrew his hand, applied the ointment, leaned in, and gently blew on the spot a few times.

Then he touched his thigh: “Do you have any on your legs?”

Kong Xunwen shook his head.

“Let me check first.”

So Kong Xunwen sat down, and Qiu Zhijie half-knelt in front of him, holding his ankle to check meticulously. After checking, he looked up at the young man watching him.

A layer of mist had appeared in those light-colored eyes.

He kept his gaze fixed, lowered his head slightly, and at the same time, pressed his palm firmly, lifting the leg in his hand and kissing the knee bone, where the skin was thin.

Kong Xunwen stared, his voice slightly hoarse when he spoke: “There are none on my legs.”

Qiu Zhijie’s lips were still pressed there. He curved them into a smile: “Yes, I checked. Very honest.”

Kong Xunwen pursed his lips at the implication of that statement.

He turned his head away.

This only made him feel the hot, soft sensation on his knee, which wasn’t his own, even more clearly, still gently rubbing against him.

It turned into one kiss after another, completely enveloping him.

The light was still on. Kong Xunwen reached out to turn it off. A hand reached over from behind, fingers interlacing with his, and his earlobe was rubbed. The voice sounded thick with desire: “What are you doing?”

Both his arms were glistening with sweat. Kong Xunwen bit his lip: “Turn off the light.”

“Why turn off the light?” Qiu Zhijie asked leisurely.

“Turn off the light.” He simply repeated.

“Heh, alright, turn off the light.” That hand led his hand to turn off the light, but accidentally turned on a small lamp nearby instead. It was warm-colored, but still bright enough to see everything clearly.

Kong Xunwen opened his mouth to ask the smart assistant to turn off the light, because he didn’t want the light on, even trying hard to ignore the embarrassment of calling the smart assistant at that moment.

The moment he uttered the first syllable, he was kissed.

Half of Qiu Zhijie’s face was in shadow, giving him a condescending look when he lowered his eyes. Kong Xunwen tensed.

The man chuckled, then rose and leaned down again, kissing him on the lips, speaking without separating: “What do you want to say right now? Tell me anything you want, but nothing else is allowed, understand?”

Kong Xunwen held his breath, being pressed again and again.

“Understand?”

He could only hum a response through his nose: “Mhm.”

“Then what do you want?”

Kong Xunwen lifted his head slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and repeated: “Turn off the light.”

“What turn off the light? Didn’t we already turn it off?”

He couldn’t speak, as if it were a punishment.

When things calmed down a bit, the summer night was scorching. It was still hot under the blanket, and their bodies and hair were soaked in sweat, dripping wet. The skin pressed together was sticky, clinging to each other, creating an illusion.

It was as if their skin had truly fused, unable to separate again.

When Kong Xunwen half-opened his eyes, he saw Qiu Zhijie’s eyes still bright. Seeing him open his eyes, Qiu Zhijie leaned down again: “What is it? What do you want?”

He wasn’t exactly comfortable, but they couldn’t separate. Qiu Zhijie was pressed too tightly against him, as if he couldn’t tolerate even a tiny distance.

He swallowed, opening his lips: “Water.”

Qiu Zhijie kissed his lips: “Okay, let’s go get water.”

Kong Xunwen’s eyes widened instantly. He raised his hands and pushed him: “You go get it.”

“We should go together. How can we bear to separate?” Qiu Zhijie said slowly, leaning closer, his tone sounding quite wronged, but finally reassuring him: “It’s just outside.”

In the end, they drank water together.

The weather was too hot, and they had sweated a lot, so they showered before returning. The cooling mat they had forgotten to lay out earlier was now spread on the bed.

Kong Xunwen only wore a loose short-sleeved shirt, which belonged to Qiu Zhijie. The collar wasn’t a good fit for him, but it was fine for sleeping. He didn’t bother with pants; the shirt was enough.

Qiu Zhijie was hot and didn’t wear a shirt either.

They lay down together with the fan blowing. Kong Xunwen grabbed the blanket from the side and covered their stomachs.

Qiu Zhijie suddenly chuckled softly.

Kong Xunwen had already closed his eyes. Half-asleep, he opened them slightly and hummed softly: “Hm?”

“Nothing, go to sleep.”

Kong Xunwen closed his eyes and mumbled: “Mhm, see you tomorrow.”

In the darkness, Qiu Zhijie paused, then smiled after a moment. He reached out and lightly stroked the side of the young man’s face in his arms: “Mhm…”

“See you tomorrow.”

*

Kong Xunwen woke up late the next day. When he went downstairs, he discovered that the air conditioning was fixed, and Qiu Zhijie had efficiently called people to install the surveillance cameras they had just talked about.

As he came down, Qiu Zhijie was returning after seeing someone out. He looked up, saw him, smiled, and walked over to hug him: “You’re up.”

“Mhm, good morning.”

Although it was no longer morning, Kong Xunwen insisted on saying it.

“Good morning,” Qiu Zhijie replied with a smile.