His Venomous Former Boss Chased Him And Beat Him Fiercely Chapter 80

Fingertip Teeth Marks

I mostly slept through the flight, only waking up briefly once. In my daze, I saw a large expanse of brilliant orange and blue before closing my eyes again.

Qiu Zhijie, sitting next to me, kept fussing over me, clearly worried. Kong Xunwen closed his eyes and placed his hand over the one Qiu Zhijie had placed on his eyes: “This is how I always am on planes.”

Qiu Zhijie released his hand, but his attention didn’t waver. He just stopped touching him constantly. Even with his eyes closed, Kong Xunwen could feel the gaze and occasional small movements from the person beside him.

He didn’t sleep soundly, nor did he sleep particularly well.

Things only improved after they got off the plane.

But he was still a bit listless. Kong Xunwen’s lips were pale. The two of them had arrived at their accommodation on the small island. His hands were empty; Qiu Zhijie had taken all the luggage. So, Kong Xunwen walked ahead, and as he passed the living room sofa, he immediately collapsed onto it.

Qiu Zhijie quickly put down the luggage he was carrying and hurried over.

Kong Xunwen raised an arm and waved it: “Go do your thing, I’ll rest for a bit.”

His forehead was touched, and a glass of warm water was handed to him. After drinking it, his head was gently pressed again. Then the man left to organize the luggage.

Just as Kong Xunwen was drifting off, he suddenly felt a warmth spread over him—a blanket had been placed on him.

The movement was gentle, so he snuggled into the blanket and fell asleep.

The day passed quickly, because when he woke up again, the sky was already stained red. The living room lights weren’t on, and Qiu Zhijie was nowhere to be found.

Kong Xunwen was wrapped in the small blanket, having turned himself into a spring roll. The air conditioning temperature had been raised, but the moment his feet touched the floor after getting off the sofa, a chill ran through him.

Although awake, he was still lazy. He shuffled around, not bothering to look for Qiu Zhijie—the man wouldn’t get lost anyway. He just made his way to the floor-to-ceiling window, where a thick rug was laid out. He sat down.

The red light from outside reflected on his face and in his eyes. He leaned his forehead against the glass.

Hiss—

He raised a hand to rub his forehead. Kong Xunwen instantly felt much more awake.

He looked around again, only seeing the empty hall bathed in the colors of the sunset. This color seemed inherently imbued with a sense of loneliness and isolation.

After staring for a while, Kong Xunwen overturned his previous thought.

If he hadn’t appeared after this long, maybe he really was lost.

He stood up, ready to go look for the man, when footsteps suddenly sounded. He looked up and saw the person he was looking for approaching.

He squatted back down. Qiu Zhijie, however, wasn’t looking his way. He headed straight for the empty sofa. He had just entered through the door, his sleeves rolled up, and his clothes slightly disheveled.

Kong Xunwen watched, remaining silent, waiting for the man to find him.

He thought it wouldn’t take long for the man to look over. After all, he wasn’t deliberately hiding, and the space here was large but empty; a quick glance would spot him.

But Qiu Zhijie clearly paused when he saw the empty sofa, stopping in his tracks. Then he glanced up, not looking behind him, and opened his phone.

A familiar vibration sounded. Qiu Zhijie followed the sound to the table where it originated.

Kong Xunwen patted his pocket. Oh, his phone wasn’t on him.

This time, before Qiu Zhijie could make another move, he called out: “I’m here.”

Hurried footsteps sounded, approaching quickly. Kong Xunwen looked up and saw the man, who seemed to have regained his composure, striding toward him, reaching him in no time.

“I won’t get lost, what are you afraid of?”

Qiu Zhijie didn’t answer immediately. He knelt down close to him, lowered his gaze, and grasped Kong Xunwen’s wrist before smiling: “That’s not certain.”

Kong Xunwen glanced at his captured wrist, then at the man. Although highly dissatisfied with that comment, he didn’t say anything more.

Their private time on the small island didn’t last long. On the third day of their arrival, all the necessary personnel arrived. As their solitude ended, Qiu Zhijie became busy.

Consequently, Kong Xunwen had a rare abundance of time to himself. Aside from streaming, he started painting again or went out to explore.

It was only when Qiu Zhijie returned to the house after a busy day that the two of them were practically inseparable.

He couldn’t say whether he liked this life or not, but Kong Xunwen sometimes looked forward to the evening.

However, Qiu Zhijie was clearly not as leisurely as he was. Although he never explicitly said so, the few times Kong Xunwen visited the show venue during its setup, he could see the extremely tense working atmosphere under Qiu Zhijie’s leadership.

Therefore, after a few visits, he would only secretly glance at Qiu Zhijie before leaving. Except for mealtimes when he went to find the man, he spent the rest of the time wandering around.

He even collected a lot of “little junk”: half-shells, a beautiful stone shaped like a crooked heart, and dried leaves with lovely shapes.

Also, the sketchbook dedicated to drawing Qiu Zhijie was now full, and he had started a new one.

Qiu Zhijie returned a little earlier this evening, catching Kong Xunwen leaning against a large cushion by the floor-to-ceiling window, drawing in the new sketchbook, with the old one resting beside him.

He approached from the side. The focused young man didn’t notice him until he successfully reached his side and sat down.

Kong Xunwen first turned his head to look at him, then glanced out the window. He was surprised that Qiu Zhijie had returned before dark today.

In that brief moment of surprise, Qiu Zhijie quickly grabbed the old sketchbook lying nearby and flipped through it.

He was initially satisfied, but then he started frowning for some reason.

Kong Xunwen was puzzled and began to think, turning his head to look at the page Qiu Zhijie was examining: “What’s wrong? Did I not draw something well?”

“Why is it only me?”

Kong Xunwen froze, then leaned back to scrutinize Qiu Zhijie.

He couldn’t help but inwardly complain, Did he swap bodies? Wasn’t the person who used to change expression when he saw me drawing someone else you?

Qiu Zhijie noticed the strange gaze, looked up, and guessed the young man’s thoughts with sudden clarity. He furrowed his brow: “That’s not what I meant.”

He paused: “Why aren’t you in it?”

Kong Xunwen huffed, giving him a side-eye: “Haven’t you taken enough pictures of me? If I drew myself too, how narcissistic would that be?”

Qiu Zhijie raised an eyebrow, suddenly mollified by the comment.

Kong Xunwen was still confused when that face suddenly moved closer, smiling with surprising openness: “You know that.”

“I don’t know,” Kong Xunwen retorted, then asked, “You came back much earlier today?”

In the past, hearing this question would have made Qiu Zhijie unhappy because it reminded him of the busy day ahead. Today, however, hearing it made him feel much calmer.

He leaned in closer, wrapping Kong Xunwen in a full embrace. He closed his eyes, then opened them to look at the young man’s profile: “We’re just waiting for the official start.”

The show venue had been especially chaotic lately, and Kong Xunwen hadn’t gone, afraid of causing trouble. Hearing this, he was surprised: “That fast?”

Compared to previous times, the speed this time was indeed very quick.

Qiu Zhijie nodded, then shifted, intending to hold him properly. Kong Xunwen, considering how busy he had been, cooperated and leaned into his arms.

The man spoke from behind, sighing lightly, his chest vibrating dully: “But that’s when things will really get busy.”

Kong Xunwen thought back to the few major shows he had participated in and nodded in deep agreement.

“Let’s go traveling after it’s over.”

Kong Xunwen was being rocked in the embrace. Just as he was about to struggle free, he heard this sentence and paused.

Qiu Zhijie took the opportunity to hold him tighter: “Where do you want to go?”

Traveling, huh. Kong Xunwen settled back into the embrace, looked up, and thought for a moment. He still had no specific destination: “Anywhere is fine.”

Then he remembered something and said: “Let’s go to the great grasslands. To ride horses, on the prairie.”

His eyes were shining brightly.

Qiu Zhijie looked down at him, watching and listening to him speak happily, and smiled too: “Okay, I’ll arrange it. We can go anywhere you want.”

A few days ago, Teacher Yun had sent him another message, filled with many photos and long passages describing his current travels. The young man had laughed, feigning annoyance, telling Qiu Zhijie that Teacher Yun was like a traveling frog.

But his eyes were full of envy.

Kong Xunwen hadn’t said anything, but Qiu Zhijie could tell.

Why didn’t he say anything? It was just fear that Qiu Zhijie would worry, fear that he would become even more anxious. There were many potential accidents during travel, and just the thought of it was unbearable… So he wouldn’t think about it.

How could he confine the person he loved to that small space because of his fears?

Sure enough, he was so happy, smiling so beautifully.

The man’s lowered eyes were as deep as a pool, but light fell upon them, and a breeze blew through, causing the pool to gently ripple. His expression softened.

He smiled, receiving a joyful kiss.

Kong Xunwen was absolutely thrilled. He could accept an ordinary, uneventful life, but he also yearned for a life full of surprises and novelty.

Hearing the news made him exceptionally excited. He squeezed the tip of his pen, turned his head to look at Qiu Zhijie, and couldn’t help but peck him several times.

It was as if he wanted to use actions to show him how happy he was.

However, the man also used actions to show him that they could be even happier.

There was no one around the house, and no one could possibly come here, but the two of them weren’t seeking that kind of unique thrill. They returned to the room. The kisses seemed light, but Kong Xunwen felt dizzy.

He leaned against the closet door, his waist locked in place. He looked up. For some reason, the door he was leaning against suddenly opened. His backward-falling body was quickly pulled back.

Their eyes met, but they quickly ignored this brief interlude and pressed back together.

Kong Xunwen’s eyes weren’t completely closed, but his lashes obscured his vision entirely. His brain felt hazy, as if it were burning. His back suddenly sank into softness, and a familiar scent rushed over, enveloping him.

He lifted his eyes, saw the light in the walk-in closet, then lowered them slightly, seeing the man who was suddenly a little shorter than him.

He braced his hands and realized he had been placed inside the wardrobe. This morning, a certain peacock had woken up late but still insisted on leaving the house looking impeccable, so the closet door hadn’t been closed.

Behind him were clothes, and he was sitting on the bottom drawer. He remembered that the bottom held some daily necessities, including, of course, the things they needed most right now.

His gaze returned to those dark eyes. Kong Xunwen raised his hands to cup the man’s face, looking down slightly as if bestowing a favor, yet his movements were overly generous.

So generous that it wasn’t a favor, but a sacrifice.

Their lips met again, inseparable, but it wasn’t just their lips. Their skin was pressed together, their temperatures transferring to each other. The buttons of his shirt were undone. A hand moved slowly up from his waist, pressing against his back, but not just pressing.

The neatly organized clothes in the wardrobe were now squeezed together miserably, making space for the people who didn’t belong there.

The narrow space accommodated two people, forcing them to press close.

Kong Xunwen initially worried about the clothes behind him, but soon he couldn’t care less. The owner of these clothes was far from gentle, heartlessly allowing marks to be left behind.

Even he himself suffered, closing his reddened eyes and turning his head to stifle his sounds.

The hand he had used to muffle the sound was pulled away. The teeth marks left on it were massaged. Although the movement wasn’t rough, the skin slowly turned red.