Chapter 84
by VolareHe Xiaoyun directly booked a flight to the United States, planning to take a vacation and rest at Grandpa He’s place.
Since he returned to the company to handle matters, he didn’t have to dump everything on Xia Chi anymore. Xia Chi would go out with him during the day, but would always arrive home before him. Every day, when he opened the door, he would see Xia Chi standing there, smiling at him.
After the last incident, the relationship between the two naturally changed. He Xiaoyun stopped giving him the cold shoulder and allowed Xia Chi to be close to him, somewhat like his lover, but He Xiaoyun couldn’t treat him like a regular lover.
They had even done it once, not for any particular reason, but because He Xiaoyun was too busy trying to finish things quickly and didn’t have much time. That time, it was in the bathroom. He Xiaoyun was halfway through a shower when he came out and called Xia Chi, telling him to come in.
Xia Chi came in fully clothed. He Xiaoyun stood in the shower, not saying much, just giving him a look, and Xia Chi walked in and knelt before him.
The water wasn’t turned off, and it quickly soaked Xia Chi from head to toe. The clothes clung to his body, the muscle lines of his shoulders and back clearly visible, and because he was wearing a semi-transparent white T-shirt, it had a subtle allure.
Very sexy, and very arousing.
He hadn’t brought anyone home before, so he hadn’t prepared anything. Otherwise, things wouldn’t have stopped there that day. He was always considerate in bed. Xia Chi had no prior experience, and he didn’t want to hurt him.
He Xiaoyun held his head, feeling the warmth of his mouth. The wound on his lips had healed, the scab had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark.
Xia Chi didn’t seem to want anything from him. He didn’t lack material things, and he didn’t force him to reciprocate his feelings.
He Xiaoyun was quite satisfied, so he didn’t make him hold back like last time, allowing him to please himself while pleasing him.
And Xia Chi was even sexier at this moment, with his furrowed brows, desire-filled eyes, and tense muscles. Even kneeling before him, even being treated like this, he still had an uncontrollable sense of aggression.
It was as if he was in control of everything.
He had to admit that although his previous lovers were chosen according to his preferences, he thought he liked that kind—obedient and docile, with a little personality, but submissive to him. Even Ling Sheng, during their time together, was guided by him, but this wildness in Xia Chi was devastatingly sexy.
It was a feeling he had never experienced in anyone else, a balance of power and strength. Maybe that’s what made the conquest even more enjoyable.
Halfway through, He Xiaoyun saw Xia Chi like this, and his heart beat uncontrollably, making him even more excited.
In the end, he couldn’t help but finish first. Xia Chi, like last time, didn’t spit anything out. Afterward, He Xiaoyun leaned against the wall, panting, but Xia Chi wasn’t finished yet, and was obviously in the throes of passion. Usually, he wouldn’t dare touch him without his permission, but this time he pressed down on his waist, leaned over, and rubbed haphazardly against his lower abdomen, kissing it.
“Little Yun Gege…”
There was that address again.
He Xiaoyun didn’t remember anyone ever calling him that. This childish, cloying nickname was something only children would use. Had Xia Chi called him that before? Had he just forgotten?
He originally wanted to push him away, but Xia Chi was clearly completely immersed in the moment, embracing him passionately, constantly kissing his lower abdomen and hip bones, even leaving a series of uncontrolled hickeys on them.
At this moment, He Xiaoyun’s defenses were also low. Watching him rub against him with glazed eyes and hearing him call that nickname again, he tentatively responded, “Mm.”
With just that one word, He Xiaoyun felt a surge of heat on his calf.
He Xiaoyun didn’t move, waiting for him to come to his senses. When Xia Chi woke up, he first saw the four or five hickeys on He Xiaoyun’s lower abdomen, and the red finger marks on his waist where he had been pinched. He was a little worried. Looking up, he saw He Xiaoyun’s lazy face in the misty steam.
He wasn’t angry.
He Xiaoyun just stretched out his leg and kicked Xia Chi: “Clean it up.”
Xia Chi didn’t expect He Xiaoyun not only to not be angry with him, but also to give him a bonus by letting him wash him. Naturally, he couldn’t have asked for more.
And then they almost did it again.
The plane flew steadily. He Xiaoyun wore an eye mask, the memories in his mind continuing, but the fatigue of the past few days gradually stirred his sleepiness in the relaxing darkness. He slowly fell asleep, his head tilted toward the window, the eye mask covering most of his face, revealing only the tip of his nose and his rosy lips.
Xia Chi, sitting next to him, didn’t sleep. He held a magazine in his hand. After He Xiaoyun put on the eye mask, his gaze had been fixed on that small part of He Xiaoyun’s face.
He looked for a long, long time, and never looked away.
Grandpa He lived in a small manor. When Grandma He was alive, she liked to grow flowers and plants, while Grandpa He liked to raise birds. After Grandma He passed away, those flowers and plants were taken care of by professionals, and he raised more and more birds. Even before entering, they could hear a burst of melodious birdsong.
The two hadn’t seen each other in almost a year. Seeing He Xiaoyun and Xia Chi, Grandpa He happily led them in to see the birds he raised, each one full of energy.
He Xiaoyun wasn’t very interested in these things, but Xia Chi was actually able to chat with Grandpa He, even discussing the habits of these birds in a knowledgeable manner. Grandpa He was very pleased.
But at the same time, Xia Chi didn’t neglect He Xiaoyun. He carried a bag with him, filled with everything He Xiaoyun might need. When the sun was too strong, he would hold an umbrella for him. The side pockets contained tissues and sunglasses, his usual cigarettes in the pocket, and he carefully examined the varieties and sweetness of the orange trees Grandpa He planted to see if they were He Xiaoyun’s favorite flavor, so he could make orange juice for him.
When the two went to play golf, Xia Chi was the caddie. As soon as he reached out, he knew which club he wanted. A slight frown was enough to tell him whether he wanted to drink water or smoke. He was like a small planet completely revolving around the sun.
Grandpa He saw through this diligence in no time.
Midway through, Grandpa He sat down to drink tea with He Xiaoyun. While Xia Chi went to the restroom, Grandpa He said with a teasing tone, “Xiao Chi is pursuing you.”
He Xiaoyun didn’t deny it, and didn’t feel the need to. His gaze was fixed on Xia Chi’s back until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight, then he withdrew it.
“This child has been with his maternal grandfather since he was eleven years old, and only returned to the Xia family after his grandfather passed away.” Grandpa He sighed, warning He Xiaoyun, “I don’t care about your private affairs, but don’t play with Xiao Chi.”
Hearing Grandpa He mention it, his eyes darkened slightly, and he asked, “Grandpa, I remember the Xia family has always wanted to cooperate with us. There was a good opportunity five years ago, but no matter what I said, you didn’t agree. Why did you suddenly agree to their proposed marriage?”
Grandpa He and Xia Chi’s maternal grandfather were friends, but despite their friendly relationship, the He family hadn’t cooperated much with the Xia family over the years. That project was a good opportunity, and he was tempted at the time, but Grandpa He, who usually didn’t interfere much with him, wouldn’t let him cooperate with the Xia family, telling him to wait.
Grandpa He’s expression didn’t change much, but his eyes had a slight smile: “Did you think I was interested in the Xia family? I was interested in Xiao Chi.”
Xia Chi returned to the Xia family at the age of eighteen and began to enter the Xia family’s group. Grandpa He allowed He Xiaoyun to cooperate with the Xia family, and even agreed to the Xia family’s marriage plan. He Xiaoyun didn’t care about this matter. He was a businessman, as long as there was enough profit, sacrificing the title of a marriage was nothing to him.
After all, all the world is drawn by profit, all the bustle is for profit.
“Then why didn’t you let me marry Xia Chi directly at the time?” He Xiaoyun drank his tea, imagining the possibility.
If Xia Chi had heard that he was going to marry him at that time…
Thinking of how Xia Chi might be happy to the point of idiocy, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl up into an uncontrollable arc, and he even looked forward to that scene.
Grandpa He glanced at him, humming twice: “How would I know Xiao Chi would be like you?”
“Isn’t being like me good?” He Xiaoyun was quite happy for Xia Chi: “Look how happy he is by my side.”
That was true. Grandpa He’s gaze swept over, and Xia Chi was walking back, smiling at He Xiaoyun from afar. Even though his features were still unclear, He Xiaoyun couldn’t help but smile along with him.
Grandpa He’s gaze flickered back and forth between the two of them, his heart as clear as a mirror, and he was genuinely happy. He accepted the fact that his grandson liked men, but seeing him spend these years among the flowers, still single, he naturally hoped that someone worthy of him could be by his side. If that person was Xia Chi, he would naturally be even happier.
But on the surface, he still didn’t reveal anything: “Xiao Chi has a hard time in the Xia family. I originally wanted you to have a chance to help him, so I agreed to the Xia family’s request. If you can speak for him in the Xia family, it will give us more opportunities, and it will be a greater help to Xiao Chi. The Xia family should have been his in the first place.”
Xia Chi got closer and closer. He Xiaoyun put down the teacup, seemingly casually, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: “I know what to do.”
In the evening, they sent Grandpa He back and stayed to have dinner with the old man. After dinner, Grandpa He took out a photo album from the room.
Grandpa He had many such photo albums here. Because He Xiaoyun had cooperated since he was a child, he was good-looking and photogenic. Whoever asked him to take pictures, he would cooperate. Xia Chi stared at the photo album in Grandpa He’s hand, looking at the many photos of He Xiaoyun growing up that he had never seen before, his eyes wide open, almost grabbing the album from Grandpa He’s hand.
He didn’t know how to restrain himself at all.
He Xiaoyun found it funny and interesting. He kicked him, and Xia Chi retracted his head, which was about to bury itself in Grandpa He’s arms.
But Grandpa He wasn’t there to look at He Xiaoyun’s photos. He flipped through them quickly, finally finding one and taking it out of the album: “Hey, it’s this one, Fatty.”
Fatty?
In He Xiaoyun’s memory, he had never been fat, so he couldn’t help but look over.
The fatty wasn’t He Xiaoyun, but a little boy next to him whose height only reached his chest. He was indeed chubby, his cheeks bulging with flesh. Perhaps because he was too nervous when taking the picture, his whole body was tense, his hands clenched into fists, and his originally delicate and beautiful features were all squeezed together. He Xiaoyun, on the other hand, was completely different. One hand casually rested on his shoulder, slightly raising his chin, smiling unrestrainedly.
“Xiao Chi is completely different now than he was then, but your maternal grandfather liked it. When your maternal grandfather took you back, you were as skinny as a monkey, and you had stomach problems. It took several years to raise you like this.”
He Xiaoyun laughed unceremoniously at the chubby boy in the picture: “I actually took a picture with him, and when he was so fat. I have no impression at all. It’s too funny.”
Xia Chi’s face flushed red.
Grandpa He also laughed along with him. After laughing for a while, he said, “Xiao Chi is still very concerned about his image. Didn’t he lose weight again by boxing? But men shouldn’t be too thin. I remember when you were seventeen or eighteen, your maternal grandfather said you were heartbroken, and you didn’t eat or drink all day, losing more than ten pounds in a month, scaring your maternal grandfather to death.”
Heartbroken?
Didn’t Xia Chi say he had been thinking about him since he was eleven years old? He didn’t remember ever breaking his heart.
Or was there someone else?
He Xiaoyun frowned almost imperceptibly. The joy he had just felt about Xia Chi being fat instantly faded away, like eating an orange that wasn’t sweet enough, a sour feeling rising in his heart.
He looked over, and Xia Chi’s eyes flickered, not explaining.
Ha, he had actually believed his lies.
He Xiaoyun mocked himself in his heart, attributing that discomfort to the unpleasantness of being deceived.
In the evening, Grandpa He let them rest there. Their rooms were next to each other on the second floor. He Xiaoyun had been feeling uncomfortable because of the photos, so he leaned on the balcony after taking a shower and smoked.
There was a slight rustling sound next door. The balcony door opened, and Xia Chi walked out, his profile facing He Xiaoyun’s gaze.
Xia Chi must have just taken a shower, wearing one of his own gray vests and shorts, his strong arm muscles exposed, and the lines of his shoulders and back were particularly excellent. When he turned to the side, the muscles of his arms stretched as he leaned on the railing. Even in the moonlight, he was full of hormones.
As He Xiaoyun watched, he felt his body heat up. Xia Chi wasn’t in his range of choices, but perhaps because he had been very happy every time they had done it, he had developed a taste for it.
He Xiaoyun finished the last puff of his cigarette, extinguished the butt in the ashtray on the side, blew a smoke ring toward Xia Chi, smiled, and returned to his room.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” He Xiaoyun said softly, leaning against the headboard.
Xia Chi walked in, immediately noticing the balcony door that hadn’t been closed. The wind blew up the half-covered white curtains, like the wings of a bird eager to return to its nest.
He Xiaoyun didn’t actually plan for anything to happen tonight, especially since he was at Grandpa He’s place, so he hadn’t prepared anything.
But that discomfort in his heart lingered. Seeing Xia Chi made him even more annoyed. Seeing him standing there obediently and a little nervously, he didn’t want to hold back.
He Xiaoyun raised his chin: “Get over here.”
Xia Chi hesitated, glancing at the balcony door that wasn’t closed.
Although there was a flat lawn outside, and trees were planted further back, there was no need to worry about being seen by anyone across the way, as in the city, but the open door still made him nervous.
He Xiaoyun frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with his lack of movement.
Xia Chi hesitated for a moment. The thought of being intimate with He Xiaoyun prevailed, and he didn’t dare to make him angry. So, under his gaze, he took off his shoes and crawled over, consciously and skillfully starting to untie He Xiaoyun’s pants.
But He Xiaoyun stepped on his hand.
Xia Chi looked up at him in confusion, but He Xiaoyun tilted his head, like a fox looking at its prey: “Take off your pants.”
Xia Chi was stunned for a moment before realizing what he meant. Although he didn’t know why he was suddenly being given a bonus, seeing that He Xiaoyun didn’t seem to be joking, he blushed instantly.
He looked even more shy than when he was serving He Xiaoyun.
Xia Chi obediently took off his outer pants and threw them on the floor. Then he looked up at He Xiaoyun. He Xiaoyun leaned against the headboard, one leg bent, one leg stretched out, his foot resting right next to his thigh. When he stopped moving, he even used his toes to hook the edge of his underwear.
The meaning was obvious.
Although they had done this in the bathroom last time, He Xiaoyun had started first, and the atmosphere had reached that point before he had acted. But this time, He Xiaoyun was sitting there consciously, watching him undress.
And the balcony door was still open.
This made Xia Chi feel extremely ashamed.
But undeniably, he also felt a thrill.
Seeing that he wasn’t moving, He Xiaoyun didn’t have much patience left. He stepped on him directly.
The thin fabric couldn’t block anything. Xia Chi pressed down on his foot, his whole body tensing up.
No man can not be nervous when being stepped on their lifeline, but when that person is He Xiaoyun, the stimulation it brings to Xia Chi immediately doubles.
He Xiaoyun was very satisfied with the reaction he stepped on. He moved his foot, and Xia Chi’s body immediately pressed forward, the hand that grabbed his ankle uncontrollably using force, even making him feel a little pain.
“Tell me about your love history.” He Xiaoyun crossed his arms, his posture relaxed, teasing Xia Chi’s nerves with ease, like an elegant cat playing with a mouse in his palm.
Xia Chi was stunned for a moment, understanding what He Xiaoyun meant.
Not knowing what he was thinking, he lowered his head, not daring to meet He Xiaoyun’s eyes. But with the foot pressing and rubbing, beads of sweat broke out on his back.
“…I don’t have a love history. I’ve only ever liked you.”
He Xiaoyun was stepping on him, and it made his heart feel hot and itchy. He breathed heavily, sweat slowly seeping from his temples.
He Xiaoyun was clearly not satisfied with this answer, and his foot was about to retract, but as soon as it recoiled, it was held down by Xia Chi. He was already completely aroused, and he certainly wouldn’t agree to He Xiaoyun stopping at this point.
Seeing that He Xiaoyun still coldly wanted to pull back his foot, Xia Chi became anxious, grabbed his ankle, lifted it up, and lowered his head to kiss it, starting with the instep, then slowly licking and kissing upward, his tongue licking over the ankle bone, the tingling itch instantly Stoping up along his leg.
He Xiaoyun’s back was slightly numb from his licking, but his expression didn’t change. He lifted his foot slightly, and the back of his foot swung to his chin. The silk pajamas he was wearing were smooth as water, sliding directly to his knees as he lifted his leg, revealing his entire smooth calf, shining with a cold white light in the light, like a flawless piece of jade.
Xia Chi’s eyes were hot, and he leaned over to follow, but He Xiaoyun stepped on his shoulder with his other foot, stopping his movement.
Looking at the coldness on He Xiaoyun’s face, Xia Chi knew that if he didn’t say it today, he was afraid he wouldn’t continue. And he was even more afraid of making him angry. He hesitated for a moment, then said, “I haven’t liked anyone else. That time was also because of you.”