“Check what?”

Yu Sen was momentarily stunned. The belt of his bathrobe had come undone during the struggle, and the fabric on his shoulder had slipped down a bit, exposing the snowy white skin of his chest and shoulders. There were also some lingering marks from last night’s activities, all in a disordered state amidst the rising steam.

But that wasn’t the most important thing.

The most important thing was that, in his heat of the moment, Yu Sen wasn’t wearing anything under his bathrobe. Now, sitting on Si Xuanyang’s lap, his robe was lifted by the water, leaving his lower body completely exposed beneath the surface, every inch of his skin tightly pressed against his boyfriend’s lower body.

And the restless wolf cub’s hand, which was holding his waist, had quietly slipped inside his robe.

“…Check what! You did it on purpose!” Yu Sen’s cheeks turned a light pink from the warmth of the water but shivered slightly as most of his chest was exposed to the chilly air.

Si Xuanyang’s palm was firmly pressed against his slim waist inside the dark green bathrobe, holding him and slowly pulling him down.

The hot spring water covered his chest, and his heart seemed to leap out of his thin skin, sinking softly into the warm water.

Yu Sen shivered slightly, instinctively leaning on Si Xuanyang’s shoulder, with hands pressing him down at the waist. The naked parts hidden beneath the rolling hot spring water were becoming increasingly close with each movement of the two.

Even the slightest movement would create subtle friction.

Even when completely still, the slowly flowing water waves, as they brushed past and enveloped them, provided the most direct and sensitive stimulation to the skin, a gentle torment.

The water surface almost reached their shoulders. Yu Sen tilted his head back, subconsciously swallowing, suddenly realizing that the current situation had reached a risky state.

Was it a bit dangerous?

Si Xuanyang slightly lifted his eyelids and saw the red marks he had left on Yu Sen’s delicate, raised neck, like a devil’s mark showing off.

The fragile neck, dampened by the steam, was covered with a fine mist, slowly forming droplets that slid down the snow-like flesh of the neck.

In the misty steam, Si Xuanyang’s gaze was so dark it seemed devoid of light.

He reached his left hand out of the water, grabbed Yu Sen’s neck, pulling him down, and gently sucked on the slightly pitifully red skin. His right hand firmly held Yu Sen’s waist underwater, keeping him within his domain, not letting him escape even a bit.

“Don’t kiss there—mm! It hurts!”

Yu Sen tilted his head back, daring not to move, his breath a bit heavier. As his neck moved with his breathing, the subsequent tingling torment almost made him moan aloud.

He stared fixedly at the sparse white mist in mid-air, his fingers tightly gripping Si Xuanyang’s shoulder, cramping to the point of almost breaking.

Soaking in the hot spring, his body seemed a thousand times more sensitive. Any slight movement would send a strange current of sensation flowing from one part of his skin all the way to his scalp and toes, even to every single hair.

The sensation was overwhelming.

Fingers on his waist began at the lower back, slowly moving up along the spine, gently rubbing, then slowly moving down again, casually as if taking a stroll, until they reached the tailbone and pressed down hard.

An electric shock exploded in Yu Sen’s mind. He whimpered, almost crying, his body soft and boneless as he leaned closer, his white arms wrapped around Si Xuanyang’s neck in a plea.

“I don’t want to do this…”

“It’s too hot in the hot spring, my blood pressure is going to get too high…”

“This place is too exhausting; I won’t be able to move tomorrow…”

“I can’t breathe, I’m out of breath…”

“We’ve already been at it all night…”

“I just want to enjoy the hot spring…”

The more Yu Sen spoke, the more suffocated he felt, his brows furrowed, eyes clouded with the mist from the pool, looking at Si Xuanyang with an unconscious hook, his last few words almost coming out in a sob: “Isn’t it okay, husband?”

Si Xuanyang’s breath hitched, his heartbeat missed a beat.

He pressed his fingers heavily on Yu Sen’s lower back, holding his trembling body with amusement, and asked in a hushed voice, “Are you begging or seducing me? Can you tell the difference yourself?”

Yu Sen’s clothes were half undone, his eyes tinged red, his water-soaked body appearing like an ice sculpture under the misty daylight, hanging lightly on Si Xuanyang, trembling with anger.

“…Only someone like you, whose head is filled with dirty thoughts, would think everything is dirty! Which of your eyes or ears thought I was seducing you!? Clearly, you have a problem! You need to reflect!”

Si Xuanyang leaned against the pool wall, staring at him seriously for a moment, then blinked: “You’re still seducing me, aren’t you? How can you be so contradictory? Are you a green tea bitch?”

“…”

Yu Sen was at a loss for words, staring blankly for a while, then grabbed Si Xuanyang’s neck angrily, saying, “Put me down, I want to sit by myself!”

The hand on his neck was too soft to have any real strength, more like a cat’s tail lightly curled around him, seeming even more like a seduction.

Si Xuanyang took a deep breath, calming the surging desire within him, and chuckled, “Clearly, you’re on top, pressing me down; it’s obvious you’re in control. How did it become that I need to let you go?”

“Bullshit, do you even believe that yourself?” Yu Sen glared at him displeased, then lowered his voice, “I don’t have the strength anymore…”

If he tried to move away, he might slip and choke on some water, which he wasn’t willing to risk. In this civilized world beyond the clock, he naturally wanted to avoid unnecessary suffering.

Si Xuanyang sighed, “You really need to exercise more to build up your stamina…”

“It’s because of the hot spring! Soaking in hot springs easily depletes energy, okay!” Yu Sen defended himself.

“Yes, yes, you’re right.”

Si Xuanyang, using the buoyancy of the water, carefully supported Yu Sen’s body and placed him on the step beside the pool, suppressing the desire within him, and bent down to kiss Yu Sen’s moist lips.

“Let’s have something to eat to replenish your energy.”

He picked two juicy fruits and handed them to Yu Sen: “Feeling dizzy?”

“Not really,” Yu Sen sank his body into the water, leaving only his head above, “Even if I feel dizzy, it’s because of you.”

“How exaggerated! I only kissed you once,” Si Xuanyang calmly poured two cups of clear wine by the poolside, pulling Yu Sen’s body out a little, “Don’t stay like this, it’ll be uncomfortable.”

The fruits were sweet and juicy. Yu Sen, having sweat a bit, was now somewhat thirsty. The fruit’s flesh burst with juice as soon as he bit into it, sweet and satisfying. He didn’t even notice the dark red juice seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The slight but vivid color at his lips, spreading with the moisture on his lips, looked like a poppy, making his lips appear even more red and soft, and his skin more alluringly fair.

Though unconscious, this alluring sight to Si Xuanyang was another form of seduction.

Si Xuanyang sighed deeply once again, lamenting his lack of self-control in front of Yu Sen. After the sigh, he followed his heart, pressing Mr. Yu, the little seduction expert, against the pool wall and kissed him fiercely.

Then he absorbed all the juice in Yu Sen’s mouth.

He also swept away the juice at the corners of his lips.

Since it was annoying to look at, he decided to just sweep it all away.

It was all his, to be consumed.

Yu Sen was happily eating the fruit, and before he could swallow the sweet juice in his mouth, he was stunned as someone grabbed his wrist and pinned him down, kissing him so thoroughly that his mind was completely disoriented.

The sweetness in his mouth was all taken away!

Not a bit was left for him!

After a full ten seconds of reaction, Yu Sen swore that if he were ten years younger at that moment, he would definitely burst into tears!

It was so unfair!

He looked at Si Xuanyang, who was savoring the taste and smacking his lips, and rolled his eyes in frustration: “Damn! There were still plenty in that box! You took all the ones that were in my mouth! Not the ones in my hand, but the ones in my mouth!! Is this how you play? Is it that what’s stolen is tastier? Why don’t you just go to the heavens and steal some peaches from the Queen Mother of the West!”

He felt that among the rising steam, a wisp of it must have been floating from the top of his head!

Because his head was steaming with anger!

Seeing that he had truly offended someone over a piece of fruit, Si Xuanyang immediately straightened up, his expression returning to that of a sunny, innocent university student. He blinked nervously, carefully moving a glass of sake over to Yu Sen and yielding gracefully: “I was wrong.”

“You admit your mistake and I should drink?” Yu Sen was so angry he almost laughed, “Who taught you that? Si Nan? Your family is quite something, never losing out wherever they go, huh?”

“I can drink first,” Si Xuanyang said smoothly, picking up another cup and taking a sip.

“Hmm, it tastes pretty good, not too strong.” He nodded in satisfaction and drank the entire cup without blinking.

“Really? Is it very good?” Yu Sen asked, raising his cup in disbelief, while warning him, “Why are you chugging it? Don’t drink too much. If you get drunk like last time and cause trouble again…”

He took a small sip from his cup, the taste sweet, with a clear wine fragrance, and a hint of plum’s sour-sweet flavor, different from the usual sake.

Yu Sen’s eyes lit up slightly: “It really is quite good.”

Si Xuanyang filled the cup again, looking at Yu Sen’s eyes shining with joy, and said gently: “Then drink it in moderation. Don’t get drunk. I’ll keep an eye on you.”

“Hmph, who’s the one who’s gotten drunk in front of whom…” Yu Sen raised an eyebrow disdainfully, finishing his cup and pouring another one for himself.

“A toast to myself!” He lifted his cup.

“Hm?” Si Xuanyang’s fingers idly tapped the edge of the pool wall, his gaze on Yu Sen like the water in the pool—warm and soft.

“A toast to myself, for surviving through all those bizarre places.” Yu Sen pressed his red lips to the edge of the cup and drank it all.

Si Xuanyang curled up the corners of his lips, lifting his cup: “A toast to myself, for finding such a beautiful, sexy boyfriend.”

After speaking, he poured the sake into his mouth, leaned forward, and held Yu Sen, slowly passing the clear drink from his mouth to Yu Sen’s.

He didn’t forget to hold Yu Sen’s waist and kiss him for another half-minute.

Yu Sen coughed in a daze, his chest heaving with breaths, feeling a bit dizzy from the kisses, his mouth dry and uncomfortable with the sweet saliva all taken away.

He slapped the kissing man lightly, poured himself another cup of sake, and drank it like it was water to quench his thirst.

“You’re so boring, just saying empty words.”

Si Xuanyang laughed: “Complimenting you is just empty words? Baby, you’re really hard to please.”

“Fine, if you say so. For that empty compliment, I’ll punish myself with a drink.” He poured himself another cup and held it out in front of Yu Sen: “Cheers.”

Yu Sen looked at him slowly, his dark eyes glistening, with clean features like a child, but the red tinge at the corners added a tempting allure.

That purity and sensuality, the strong contrast, almost burned Si Xuanyang’s brain and willpower to ashes.

“Cheers!” Yu Sen held his cup and drank it all again.

The sake looked clear and bright in the celadon cup. After sweating from the hot springs, he wanted to drink this watery thing, especially since it tasted so good and was pleasantly sweet and sour.

But the alcohol itself didn’t quench his thirst. He drank cup after cup, sweating a lot, but the burning dryness in his throat didn’t ease, instead, it intensified.

He told Si Xuanyang to drink less, just remembering how that person looked drunk at the Landu bar.

He forgot that at the bar, there were bottles of red, white, beer, and spirits on the table—all mixed together.

With that kind of drinking method, even the god of wine would get drunk.

Si Xuanyang didn’t tell him that although he drank infrequently, a lot of tolerance for alcohol is genetic. He was born with a good tolerance, and in his entire life before getting drunk at that bar, he had never been drunk.

Let alone this low-alcohol sake.

“…I’m getting thirstier. I can’t drink anymore. I want water…” Yu Sen shook his head.

He didn’t feel it while drinking, but now that he had slowed down, he felt like his whole body was on fire, and he was still in the hot water, feeling dizzy, and uncontrollably leaning into the water.

Si Xuanyang reached out to pull him into his arms, his eyes slightly widened. He felt like he was holding a piece of fine mutton tallow, which was now melting in his hands, the touch so pleasant it was almost driving him crazy.

The robe had long been removed and set aside by the pool. Si Xuanyang held the person tightly, afraid that this delicate and soft body would slip away from his grasp.

The person in his arms was somewhat frail and had yet to fully recover. Despite the long time spent in the hot spring and drinking, only a faint blush appeared on their skin and cheeks. Their slightly parted lips, struggling to breathe, glowed a vivid crimson, panting irregularly.

A thin layer of sweat covered their forehead, dripping from the temples, some drops caught by their long eyelashes. The lashes quivered under the weight, occasionally trembling as the drops fell.

Si Xuanyang’s gaze flickered, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down a few times.

Yu Sen was utterly drained, his slender neck too weak to hold his head up, which rested softly on Si Xuanyang’s shoulder. In a small voice, like a kitten’s mew, he murmured that he was thirsty, making one want to reduce him to tears.

Gently lifting him a little, Si Xuanyang held him close and kissed those soft lips, tenderly sucking and licking, tongues entwined in a passionate embrace.

Yu Sen was thirsty, but Si Xuanyang seemed just as parched, his hands and arms roaming Yu Sen’s body with an almost frenzied intensity, as if wanting to mold the soft flesh into a pliable substance to consume, leaving nothing behind.

“Uhmm…”

As Si Xuanyang’s hand slipped, it knocked over the wine glass by the pool, the clear sound briefly startling Yu Sen, making him feel as if he’d been utterly deceived.

But the fire burning in his mind had already turned the fields of reason into a blazing inferno, the alcohol fully taking hold, giving his body over to the heat of desire.

The most primal impulses gave him a bit of strength beyond his limits, and Yu Sen’s arms wrapped around Si Xuanyang’s neck again, letting him drain his soul, their bodies pressed together, locked in an intense embrace.

Later, when Yu Sen’s head felt as if it might float away, Si Xuanyang wrapped him in several thick towels and carried him back to the room.

Then, like a gift being unwrapped, he was stripped again.

With the energy he borrowed from the alcohol, Yu Sen managed to top Si Xuanyang once, but quickly lost all strength, allowing the cunning wolf pup to press against his lower belly, riding him thoroughly.

The room filled with moans and gasps, a mix of sweetness and helpless cries for mercy.

Amidst the intense passion, the scent of desire filled the air, as they indulged without restraint.

By the end, every bone in Yu Sen’s body had turned to mush under Si Xuanyang’s kisses. As his soul seemed to shut down, his last thought before passing out was…

—Never drinking in front of this man again.

It was too much.

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Naturally, Yu Sen missed the kaiseki dinner that evening. His body, utterly drained, sank into the large bed, too weak to even lift a finger.

At some point, he was awakened, like a puppet, as Si Xuanyang fed him warm water and medicine to prevent a cold. His hair was carefully dried, and he was given a bit of warm milk to drink.

He was immediately dragged back into a deep sleep by the lingering effects of the alcohol, knowing nothing at all.

Not even waking once throughout the night.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

With his arm draped over his eyes to block the sunlight streaming in through the window, Yu Sen groaned, recalling the scenes from the day before.

—”Yang Yang, I think we need to sleep in separate rooms!”