After that, Li Jiu never went to see Shi Anzhi again. He did everything he could to forget him.

To hell with all the debts, to hell with living in peace. Young Master Shi could get by just fine without me. As for me, Li Jiu, with my worthless life, I’d just keep wallowing in the muck.

The bald guy found him a woman, a very seductive little widow. When she climbed into bed, she even carried a faint scent of powder. He buried his head between her deep cleavage, but after a few seconds, he let out a thunderous sneeze.

He was so angry that he kicked the bald guy hard, because after sneezing repeatedly, Li Jiu just couldn’t get it up no matter what.

If anyone ever found out, it would be too humiliating!

Baldy begged for forgiveness hundreds of times and, the next day, brought him a clean, well-groomed boy. The boy had delicate features and, at first glance, even carried a scholarly air.

This time, Li Jiu got hard quickly. With the boy’s skillful hands and mouth working together, he even found the entrance with ease. Just as he was about to get into the rhythm, a pale face suddenly flashed through his mind.

Damn it. Get out of my head.

The more he tried to push that face away, the more he couldn’t help but think about that person, his eyes, his smile, his tears, his hands, his waist, his legs, and… his ass.

For some inexplicable reason, Li Jiu came all over the boy’s lower waist and ass.

The innocent boy, still on his hands and knees, turned his head to glance at him cautiously. Feeling irritated with himself, Li Jiu waved him off. “Shut your mouth and get out.”

Shi Anzhi knew nothing about it. He continued as usual, earning work points and studying leadership materials. Time passed quietly in the fields, and he knew that Li Jiu would never come again.

He could only hope… that he was safe and well.

The fellow students sent down with him would occasionally receive letters from home, and when the seasons changed, they’d get clothes or other items from the city. Shi Anzhi never received any. He was all alone in this world, with nothing to his name. It would be a lie to say he didn’t envy them, but after so many years, he had gotten used to it.

But one particular day, the team secretary suddenly came to personally deliver a thick letter. The envelope bore the stamp of a government office, sent from the city Shi Anzhi was born in.

The secretary’s expression was somewhat awkward. Shi Anzhi felt a sense of unease, but his joy overshadowed that confusion. He ripped open the envelope and quickly skimmed through it, unable to hold back a cheer.

He was being called back to the city!

One of Dr. Shi’s classmates, who had returned to the country with him years ago, happened to remember the orphan. After a few inquiries, they learned about his situation and issued a series of transfer orders. Shi Anzhi was recruited back to the city as a martyr’s descendant and was to leave immediately!

Shi Anzhi was overjoyed, but he couldn’t understand why packing his few belongings was taking so much longer than expected. He found himself organizing and reorganizing, going over every item again and again. It took him a full half-month to finish. During that time, he became unusually sensitive to the sounds around him. Even the faintest rustle of wind at night would jolt him awake, as though he could hear someone calling his name.

“Xiao Shi…”

He heard Li Jiu’s voice over and over again in his mind, but when he opened the door, there was nothing.

He eventually finished packing, grabbed his small bag, and left the village. He made his way to the town, heading toward the bus station to buy a ticket. His steps were slow, unsure if it was because he wasn’t familiar with the road or if, deep down, he was hoping to run into someone.

But in the end, he didn’t encounter anyone, especially not the one he hoped to run into. He bought his ticket and boarded the bus. As the vehicle slowly pulled out of the station, his gaze wandered absentmindedly into the distance, and at a street corner, he saw Li Jiu!

He had a long blade of grass in his mouth, arms crossed, leaning against the wall with a carefree, indifferent expression. The familiar, mischievous grin tugged at his lips as he waved at Shi Anzhi.

Was Li Jiu seeing him off?!

How did Li Jiu know he was leaving?!

Shi Anzhi frantically tapped on the bus window, motioning toward Li Jiu to show his confusion. But as the bus moved further away, Li Jiu grew smaller in the distance, still waving as if to say, “Go on, hurry up.”

Shi Anzhi collapsed in his seat, not knowing when his face had become drenched with tears. He couldn’t understand why his heart felt like it was being torn apart, nor why his chest felt empty, as if a huge part of him was missing. His head spun, and as the bus moved further from the station, he felt as though his soul had been left behind.

In his dazed state, he heard the people in front of him chatting.

Did you hear? There’s a big shot among the students being transferred back to the city this time,” one person said.

“Yeah, the order came directly from the provincial capital. They say he’s the child of a martyr, so when he returns, he’ll be a cadre! Tsk, tsk, what a life he’s got…” another person replied.

“Yeah, he’s got someone backing him up. Otherwise, he would’ve been stuck here in the county. He’s just an orphan. Anyone could’ve replaced him, and no one would’ve noticed. But it seems that the big thug, Li Jiu, personally fought to get him returned to the city.  He said everything must be returned to its rightful place…”

Shi Anzhi’s head buzzed, and in that very moment, everything became clear to him.

His own heart, Li Jiu’s heart.

The heart that wakes up in the middle of the night, longing for that person. 

And the heart that says it loves him, while also sending him back to the city.

He suddenly stood up and rushed to the front of the bus, shouting at the driver, “Stop the bus! Stop! I need to get off!”

The long-distance bus had just driven a hundred meters when it suddenly came to a shaky stop. Dust filled the air, and Li Jiu tilted his head, confused, spitting out the chewed blade of grass in his mouth.

Then he saw someone get off the bus and run in his direction.

Although he couldn’t see who it was clearly, his usually calm heart started to race, beating erratically.

He didn’t know why he started running, nor could he explain why the wind blowing towards him felt so gentle, or why the fine sand hitting his face seemed like a soft touch. He simply stretched out his arms instinctively, catching Shi Anzhi as he rushed into his embrace and kissing him fiercely.

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Li Jiu stripped Shi Anzhi completely, his gaze hungrily lingering on the pale skin he’d fantasized about for so long. Shi Anzhi was so embarrassed that even his chest turned red, a pink flush slowly spreading beneath his fair skin. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and kicked Li Jiu away.

“Enough already…”

Li Jiu knew he must look ridiculous, but he didn’t care. He was too happy, too content, and too excited. He pulled Shi Anzhi into a tight embrace, their bare bodies pressed together. His hard arousal rubbed against Shi Anzhi’s thigh as he kissed his cheek and said, “I like you.”

Shi Anzhi’s expression wavered, caught between amusement and awkwardness. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke boldly, “I like you too.”

Li Jiu took Shi Anzhi’s hand, threading their fingers together. His own hand was rough and calloused, with hard, work-worn fingers, while Shi Anzhi’s was soft, slender, and delicate.

Li Jiu pressed Shi Anzhi’s hand to his lips, his eyes burning as he looked at him.

“You’ve made your decision, right? Because I’m never letting you go again.”

Shi An met his eager, burning gaze and gave a firm nod.

Li Jiu let out a whoop of joy and flipped Shi Anzhi over, pinning him beneath him. His hands eagerly gripped the pale, smooth ass he’d dreamed of countless times.

At that moment, Li Jiu finally understood the crude talk he’d once overheard: “That student, when he cries out, with that white, soft ass wriggling like tofu…” Now he knew exactly what it felt like.

Shi Anzhi was unbearably shy, yet intensely sensitive. His waist and hips were firm and taut, with long, slender and straight legs. Li Jiu positioned him on all fours, then entered him deeply from behind. Yet, even in the throes of passion, he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Shi Anzhi’s lips. Gripping his slender neck, he turned Shi Anzhi’s face toward him, intending to be gentle, but somehow, his kiss turned into a fierce, almost brutal bite.

A hoarse moan escaped Shi Anzhi’s lips, a sound so captivating from his warm, mellow voice that made Li Jiu even harder. He grabbed Shi Anzhi’s warm, flushed hips and thrust in ruthlessly, leaving faint red marks across the pale skin, marks made in moments when his restraint had snapped.

He wanted to hear Shi Anzhi cry. Those trembling cries were the most intoxicating music to his ears.

And cry Shi Anzhi did, his sobs intertwining with moans that clawed their way into Li Jiu’s very soul. Gritting his teeth, Li Jiu moved with unrestrained savagery, his hips driving into Shi Anzhi with relentless force. The soft, warm passage enveloped him completely, gripping him so tightly he felt on the verge of losing himself. Yet no matter how deeply he plunged, it was never enough. It could never be enough. The warm, wet heat consumed every fragment of his mind and soul, leaving him utterly lost in the sensation.

He wanted Shi Anzhi to scream louder, to beg him, to plead for mercy, or for him to go harder.

Shi Anzhi, surrendering entirely, was caught in a storm of trembling and helplessness. His face was buried in his arms, while Li Jiu’s powerful hands held his waist firmly, rendering him immobile. His lower body burned and tingled, an unbearable blend of warmth, pleasure, and sharp, cutting ecstasy.

Finally, a broken cry escaped his lips.

“Xiao Jiu… stop… not there, no… no!”

Yet even as he sobbed and cried out, his hips instinctively moved, grinding against the shaft pounding inside. His back tingled as waves of warmth coursed through him, and liquid pooled heavily between his thighs. The slick mess from his own arousal smeared against his legs with every movement, soaking into the sheets below.

Lost in a void of overwhelming sensation, he clawed desperately at the bedsheets, searching for something to anchor himself, but nothing was enough.

Shi Anzhi could only let his trembling body clutch onto the scorching, searing cock driving into him. His slick, tender walls gripped it tightly, instinctively milking it with every thrust, but just as he clung to the fullness, it would pull out, only to slam back in harder. Choking on his sobs, Shi Anzhi cried out, his voice thick with raw, unrestrained need.

“Deeper… deeper…”

Li Jiu was already drowning in a wave of overwhelming pleasure, so much so that he was on the verge of losing himself.

No matter how he tormented this body, it wasn’t enough, nothing could be enough. His hands roamed Shi Anzhi’s waist, squeezing the firm, trembling flesh before sliding down to grab his flushed, slickened hips. As sweat poured off their bodies, Li Jiu’s hand slipped lower, gripping Shi Anzhi’s swollen, leaking cock. He gripped it roughly, stroking a few times without rhythm. The crying moans in his ears shifted tone, more intoxicating than before.

Overcome with the need to possess everything of the man beneath him, Li Jiu bent down and bit into Shi Anzhi’s pale, round shoulder, teeth sinking deep into the soft flesh as his thrusts grew more vicious, more frantic, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.

With a guttural growl, Li Jiu came, spilling himself deep inside Shi Anzhi. His body shuddered violently as he emptied everything he had, his lips pressed to Shi Anzhi’s ear as he whispered repeatedly,  “Baby… An’an… my love… my heart… my Xiao shi…”

Shi Anzhi, utterly spent, couldn’t even open his eyes. He lay limp in Li Jiu’s arms, letting the man kiss him messily all over. After what felt like an eternity, he finally mustered a bit of strength. Turning his head, he sought out Li Jiu’s lips and capturing them in a soft, lingering kiss.

In that moment, Shi Anzhi knew he would never again be alone in this world.