HR Chapter 13

Qi Yue was overjoyed, preparing fresh flowers, fine wine, candlelight dinner, and personally playing “Wedding in a Dream” that night, almost concentrating all the romantic cells of his life. He smiled, took Min Jia’s hand, led him to the table, handed Min Jia a glass of wine, and intertwined their arms to drink the nuptial cup.

Min Jia looked at Qi Yue with tender affection, the happiness in his eyes like water, almost overflowing.

The two sat facing each other, calmly talking across the candlelight and roses. Qi Yue, holding a wine glass, smiled, “Jia Jia, do you still remember your first love? What kind of person was she?”

“Hmm, a very cute little girl, with big eyes, as if they could talk. She often bullied me, but when others bullied me, she would protect me.” A touch of sadness appeared in Min Jia’s eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised as he said, “I was timid and introverted back then. Before I could confess, she died. I heard she was poisoned. Her brother was in the underworld.”

“We really are a pair. I also had a first love, a bit better than you. I confessed, and then he died.” Qi Yue took a sip of red wine and said slowly, “But there’s one thing different about me: I know how my first love died, and I’ll get back every bit of wrong he suffered.”

Qi Yue walked behind Min Jia with his wine glass, breathing into his ear, “That person is you.”

“Oh? Are you sure?” Min Jia didn’t seem surprised at all. He turned his head and pecked Qi Yue on the lips, irresistibly taking the wine glass from Qi Yue’s hand and placing it on the table. He quickly swapped the two glasses of wine and asked with a smile, “Guess which glass is yours, and which glass is mine?”

There wasn’t much wine left in either glass, but Qi Yue’s only had a thin layer, so it was still discernible. Qi Yue pointed to his own glass, and a look of pity appeared in Min Jia’s eyes. “You’re sure you’re not mistaken? Are you sure? Ah, too bad. When you were playing the piano, I suddenly wanted to test my hand speed and seemed to have switched the positions of the glasses.” He looked up at Qi Yue, full of apology. “Sorry, I drank your wine.”

“You, really!” Qi Yue’s heart sank when he heard this, as if confirming the unease in his heart. He suddenly felt hot. He forced a smile. “It’s okay. I suddenly feel uncomfortable. I’ll leave first.”

He had just taken a step when Min Jia grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. Qi Yue lost his balance and fell into Min Jia’s arms. Qi Yue struggled to get up, but Min Jia held him down tightly. Qi Yue became angry and ashamed. “Min Jia, let go of me!”

Min Jia clamped Qi Yue with his legs, holding both of Qi Yue’s hands behind his back with one hand, and pinching his chin with the other to lift it up. “Your first love died, and I was also very sad. I rejected him because that path was not easy to walk. If I had known that rejecting him would kill him, I would have agreed. Why did you confess to him? If you hadn’t confessed to him, he wouldn’t have confessed to me, I wouldn’t have rejected him, and he wouldn’t have died. So tell me, did he die because of your confession or because of my rejection? Who killed him in the end? Who did he die for?”

“I knew you had ulterior motives from the moment you approached me. Because of me, you can’t forget your first love, can you? Then I’ll make sure you can never forget your first night!”

Qi Yue had thought very carefully, adding some sleeping pills to the wine, but he ended up digging a pit for himself. Min Jia gave him a good beating, directly costing him half his life.

Qi Yue tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. He couldn’t let it go and madly pursued Min Jia. Min Jia was young at the time and believed him. A month later, Qi Yue dumped him. Min Jia wasn’t angry. After resting for half a month, he found an opportunity to play Qi Yue again. Qi Yue was so angry he almost vomited blood and went to find Min Jia again. Min Jia was half-believing, and Qi Yue was half-truthful. They entangled and fought for several years.

What love, what hate, they couldn’t tell anymore, and they couldn’t leave each other.

“It wasn’t easy for the two of them to get to where they are today, especially Min Jia. Qi Yue tortures him to death in bed, but cherishes him like a treasure out of bed.” Lu Qinyuan sincerely admired Min Jia. No one could stand Qi Yue’s bestiality in general.

“Rejection is because of love, and confession is also because of love. That child was truly happy.” Xiao Qi said in a low voice, “Maybe it was because he couldn’t bear the weight of two people’s feelings at once that he died.”

“What you said is a bit mystical.” Lu Qinyuan smiled and said, “Zhu Yan used to have a younger sister who died at the age of fifteen. She was Min Jia’s first love. Isn’t it incredible? But that’s how coincidental fate is.” As he spoke, he pressed Xiao Qi under his body, propping his hands on either side of Xiao Qi’s ears, and said with a smile, “Maybe sending you to my side was also an arrangement in the dark.”

This sentence, which was close to a confession, stunned Xiao Qi. He smiled and shook his head. “I don’t believe in fate. You said it yourself, I’m a Doll.”

“If I say it, it is?” Hearing Xiao Qi’s answer, Lu Qinyuan’s heart ached uncontrollably. “Why are you being so obedient now? Do you really want to be a Doll?”

“I remember every word you say.” Xiao Qi slowly added, “Whether good or bad, I remember everything clearly.” So he wouldn’t resist, appearing as if he was at Lu Qinyuan’s disposal.

The more Xiao Qi acted like this, the more annoyed Lu Qinyuan became. He lowered his head and kissed Xiao Qi’s lips, lingering tenderly, brutally and gently, greedily sucking the sweet saliva from the other’s mouth, hooking the other’s soft tongue in teasing pursuit.

Xiao Qi felt like a fish out of water, about to drown in Lu Qinyuan’s gentleness. He instinctively pushed back, but Lu Qinyuan held his hands down above his head. The fragmented kisses left his already swollen lips and traveled down, landing on his neck. His hot, moist tongue licked and kissed the rolling Adam’s apple.

“Wait, wait a minute…” Xiao Qi breathed softly, “Wait for me to say something to you.”

Lu Qinyuan’s voice was low and suppressed, his eyes dark and turbulent. “I’m listening, say it.”

Xiao Qi took a few steady breaths and said helplessly, “I can’t refuse what you give me, I’ll accept it, but I can’t give you anything in return, and you can’t force me.”

Xiao Qi’s eyes were stained with lingering moisture, his eyes seemed unable to hold the shallow layer of affection, like dew clinging to his eyelashes, as if about to roll down at any moment. Lu Qinyuan’s eyes were dark and unclear. He lowered his head and fiercely blocked Xiao Qi’s lips, moved to his collarbone and bit a few times angrily. A faint moan escaped from Xiao Qi’s lips, like a spark that instantly ignited the lust in Lu Qinyuan’s body, burning fiercely and devouring them both.

When Lu Qinyuan completely possessed him, he realized that there was a kind of pain that tasted like this, making people anticipate and fear, and a kind of entanglement that made people want to live and die.

This was lust, a taste he had never tasted, never encountered before.

The fatigue of the night didn’t break his already established biological clock. Lu Qinyuan hugged Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi closed his eyes, feeling the strange sensation on his body, especially clear in his rear. He moved slightly and heard Lu Qinyuan ask in a soft voice, “What did you call me last night?”

“I don’t know what your name is, I only know your surname is Lu.” At the height of passion last night, Lu Qinyuan asked him to call his name. Xiao Qi immediately faltered and realized that he didn’t even know what Lu Qinyuan’s name was.

Lu Qinyuan’s voice was gentle, coaxing him, “Call me again.”

“A-Lu.” So that’s what Xiao Qi called Lu Qinyuan last night. When Lu Qinyuan heard it, his lust suddenly surged, almost burning himself to ashes.

In the lustful, eruptive morning, hearing Xiao Qi call his name in a slightly hoarse voice, little Lu Qinyuan immediately stood up spiritedly and greeted Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi also felt it, his body trembling, and he frowned weakly. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Every man is like this. You know it’s dangerous at night, don’t you know it’s also dangerous in the morning?” Lu Qinyuan’s hand stroked Xiao Qi’s collarbone, moving down inch by inch, gently soothing him. “It’ll be quick. Trust me, I’ll make you comfortable.”

Lu Qinyuan wasn’t a good person, so he naturally couldn’t be a gentleman and wouldn’t wrong himself. If he had to act like a saint in front of the person he liked, why would he have to be with this person?

Afterwards, Xiao Qi was extremely tired, letting Lu Qinyuan clean him up. He felt Lu Qinyuan kiss his forehead and say something, and then heard a series of footsteps.

He woke up again in the afternoon. As soon as he woke up, Lu Qinyuan helped him sit up and handed him a glass of water to his lips. Lu Qinyuan’s gentle concern was in his ears: “Drink some water to moisten your throat. How do you feel now? Is anything uncomfortable? Are you hungry? I asked Sha Tang to cook porridge. Do you want to eat now?”

Xiao Qi drank most of the glass of water with Lu Qinyuan’s help, leaning softly on Lu Qinyuan’s body, listless and not very energetic. Lu Qinyuan said, “I’ll help you lie down and sleep a little longer.”

“It hurts to lie down. I don’t want to sleep. Talk to me for a while.” Xiao Qi shook his head, smiling weakly, “Speaking of which, I still don’t know what your name is.”

“Lu Qinyuan.” Lu Qinyuan reached out and gently rubbed his waist. Xiao Qi hummed and said, “The *Classic of Mountains and Seas*, *West Mountain Classic*, says that four hundred miles southwest is called Kunlun Hill, which is actually the lower capital of the Emperor, and the god Lu Wu oversees it. This god has the shape of a tiger’s body with nine tails, a human face and tiger claws. This god oversees the nine divisions of the sky and the Emperor’s time domain. There is a beast whose shape is like a sheep with four horns, named Tu Lou, which eats people. There is a bird whose shape is like a bee, as big as a mandarin duck,” he paused, “named Qinyuan, which kills birds and beasts when it stings, and withers trees when it stings.”

“I didn’t know my name had a source. Thanks to you.” Lu Qinyuan smiled. “This name was given to me by my mother. She hoped that I could protect myself from being hurt by others.” He paused and recalled, “When my mother was alive, she never let me go out. Until I was ten years old, I was taught by tutors at home. After my mother died, the first time I went out, everyone who was with me died protecting me. Then I realized why my mother didn’t let me go out. I don’t know what ordinary school life is like,” he hesitated and asked, “Do you know?”

“I don’t know either.” Xiao Qi said, “When I was a child, I was weak and sick. My father was very strict with me and didn’t let me out of my room, let alone go to school.”

“I’d rather die outside than live at the bottom of a well. So I came out to make my way at fifteen, and nearly lost my life several times, but I’m still alive.” Lu Qinyuan helped Xiao Qi sit up and lean against him, opened the insulated bucket placed on the bedside, took out a bowl of hot porridge, scooped a spoonful and held it to his lips to test the temperature. Not too hot, he brought it to Xiao Qi’s lips. “Eat some porridge, it’ll be uncomfortable on an empty stomach.”

Xiao Qi opened his mouth and ate the porridge, and Lu Qinyuan smiled with satisfaction. “Do you hate your father for controlling and restricting your freedom?”