Mo Xin had a military strategy meeting in the afternoon. The attending senators were arguing incessantly, which irritated him. He left early and returned home, only to find the entire villa shrouded in darkness, with only the two front door lights lit.

“Where’s Qiuchi?” Mo Xin asked Vincent, who was guarding downstairs.

“He said he wasn’t feeling well and was resting upstairs,” Vincent replied, taking Mo Xin’s coat. He was about to report Liang Qiuchi’s activities of the day as usual, but Mo Xin strode upstairs.

The bedroom was pitch black, with not even a sliver of light leaking through the curtains. Mo Xin turned on the light and saw Liang Qiuchi lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his handsome face devoid of any expression.

He walked quietly to the bedside and looked down for a moment before calling out to Liang Qiuchi, “Are you sleeping?”

“No,” Liang Qiuchi opened his eyes, devoid of any drowsiness.

“Why didn’t you turn on the light? Vincent said you weren’t feeling well. Where does it hurt?” Mo Xin sat down and felt Liang Qiuchi’s forehead.

Liang Qiuchi said, “What’s the point of turning on the light? I can’t see anyway.”

His tone was a bit cold, and Mo Xin felt his throat tighten upon hearing it. He unbuttoned the disciplinary button on his military uniform but still felt suffocated. Just as he was about to take off his uniform, Liang Qiuchi suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Liang Qiuchi sat up, not very gently pulling Mo Xin into his embrace, and his nose brushed against Mo Xin’s cheek.

Mo Xin tilted his head to kiss him, but Liang Qiuchi closed his eyes and said, “I haven’t taken my medicine tonight, my eyes hurt.”

“…Then take the medicine first,” Mo Xin said, holding it out.

With a light peck on Liang Qiuchi’s face, he got up to pour some water for him.

Usually, the medication Liang Qiuchi took was sorted in advance by Mo Xin from the pillbox, with each meal’s dosage placed in a special small container for convenience. However, he had been busy these past few days and hadn’t had time for this. The small container was now empty.

Mo Xin had no choice but to go to the cabinet to get the medicine.

Liang Qiuchi stood nearby, quietly watching as he took out the conspicuous box of capsules and placed it with the other medications.

Mo Xin loosened his collar, took a deep breath with his back to Liang Qiuchi, then turned around, handing the water and medicine to Liang Qiuchi together. “The water temperature is just right.”

“Hmm,” Liang Qiuchi replied, his eyes empty as he smiled at Mo Xin. “I hope taking them will make me feel better. My head has been hurting all afternoon.”

Mo Xin averted his gaze from the man’s hollow eyes and said softly, “Hmm, it should help.”

Liang Qiuchi glanced deeply at him, then raised his hand and stuffed all the capsules into his mouth, washing them down with water. He sighed, “A bit bitter.”

“I’ll go pour you a glass of honey water.” Mo Xin was about to turn around when he was pulled back by Liang Qiuchi, his chin held tightly, and Liang Qiuchi immediately kissed his lips passionately.

This kiss was domineering, leaving Mo Xin almost no space to breathe. He hooked his arms around Liang Qiuchi’s neck in response, wanting to regain control, but Liang Qiuchi’s hand, which was holding his chin, gradually moved down to his throat and tightened slowly, cruelly depriving him of what little oxygen he had left.

Mo Xin could only relent, choosing to be a docile dog, obediently licking Liang Qiuchi’s lips to please his master.

Liang Qiuchi’s eyes were slightly open, watching Mo Xin’s face gradually turn red from lack of oxygen. Tears welled up in his eyes, unable to conceal his desire, and a wave of restlessness surged in his heart.

He released Mo Xin’s neck and pushed him onto the bed instead.

Mo Xin chuckled, but was then overwhelmed by Liang Qiuchi, who grabbed his waist and legs and flipped him onto his stomach on the bed.

“Qiuchi, we haven’t taken off our clothes…”

“No need to. ” Liang Qiuchi unbuckled Mo Xin’s belt, pulled off his pants, and slapped Mo Xin’s ass, saying, “Raise them higher, don’t move around.”

Mo Xin obediently lowered his waist, raised his butt, and Liang Qiuchi’s organ rubbed against his thighs a few times, making his ears turn so red they almost bled.

This time, Liang Qiuchi didn’t show his usual gentleness and patience. He inserted without much lubrication and began to thrust fiercely, making Mo Xin both hurt and ecstatic. He gasped, wanting to turn over and change positions, but Liang Qiuchi forcibly pressed him down on the bed.

“Mmm… Qiuchi, ge, let me face you.” Mo Xin moved his waist and ass in rhythm with Liang Qiuchi’s frequency, pleasingly manipulating Liang Qiuchi’s organ inside him. “I want to watch you fuck me.”

Liang Qiuchi lifted one of Mo Xin’s legs onto his shoulder, allowing him to turn sideways for a rough fuck, then let Mo Xin lie flat on the bed.

The light was behind him, and with each thrust, the light flickered in Mo Xin’s eyes, annoying Liang Qiuchi.

He simply covered Mo Xin’s eyes with his hand, thrusting deeper and harder while holding Mo Xin’s legs.

Mo Xin pleaded, gripping Liang Qiuchi’s wrist, hoping he would let go and let him watch, but Liang Qiuchi pressed harder on his eyes, refusing to fulfill his wish.

“Qiuchi, let me look at you, I want to give you a blowjob…”

“Shut up, be quiet.” Liang Qiuchi pulled out of Mo Xin’s tight entrance, then quickly thrust back in, all the way.

Later on, Mo Xin was fucked into a daze, unable to ask him what was wrong today. With the pleasure in Liang Qiuchi’s hands, he was too busy getting fucked over and over again. In the end, when he had no strength left, he begged Liang Qiuchi to let him cum, his voice already trembling.

“Please, Qiuchi… Please…”

Seeing him lying limp in the bathtub, completely different from his usual cold and aloof demeanor, Liang Qiuchi softened and gently stroked Mo Xin’s penis a few times to help him cum.

The ejaculate was already thin, even tinged with a hint of urine.

Mo Xin furrowed his brow, wanting to ask Liang Qiuchi what was going on today, but his throat was dry and uncomfortable. He was carried back to bed by Liang Qiuchi, and within five minutes, he fell into a deep sleep.

Liang Qiuchi was also tired, but he had no intention of sleeping.

He lay next to Mo Xin, quietly listening to his even and prolonged breathing. After a while, he opened his eyes gently, got up from the bed, and quietly left the room.

Downstairs, Vincent was already resting, and the entire villa was dark, but this didn’t hinder Liang Qiuchi’s footsteps.

Having long been accustomed to the darkness and familiar with the layout of the rooms, he moved freely without touching any furniture.

Passing through the small living room and tea room on the second floor, he reached the study.

Fortunately, the door was not locked. He gently pressed the door handle and slipped into the study.

This was his first time stepping into this room. It took his eyes a while to adjust before he could clearly see the layout inside. He quickly walked to the desk and found the power button for the computer by the moonlight filtering through the window.

In the short wait for it to boot up, he casually glanced at a photo frame next to the pen holder.

He took a closer look and saw Mo Xin’s face in the photo, clearly showing a hint of youthfulness. Judging by the military uniform style, it was probably taken shortly after he joined the army. Mo Xin held a bouquet of flowers in his left hand and a medal in his right. Although he was receiving an award, there was no expression on his face when looking at the camera.

So this person had always been cold and indifferent, but once he took off his clothes and got into bed, he became another extreme.

The fluorescent light from the computer screen suddenly flashed in Liang Qiuchi’s eyes, bringing him back to reality. He quickly returned the photo frame to its original position and, with a furrowed brow, pondered the password input prompt on the screen for a moment. He entered Mo Xin’s birthday.

Incorrect.

He thought for a moment, then entered his own birthday—this was the date Mo Xin had told him, and he wasn’t sure if it was accurate, but he had to try.

He thought Mo Xin wouldn’t be the type to use his birthday as a password, as it was too obvious. However, to his surprise, this attempt was successful.

Liang Qiuchi quickly opened the browser, took a deep breath, and then entered his own name in the search bar.

In the information age, it’s hard to keep secrets. In less than a second, you can find a lot of information about a person.

But the glare from the computer screen in the dark night was too much for his eyes to handle. After just a few seconds, they started to ache, and he ended up reading a brief two-page life experience for over an hour.

Eventually, his head started to ache too.

Liang Qiuchi closed the computer, supported his forehead with both hands, and sat quietly for a moment. He hadn’t recovered from the jumble of complex and true-or-false information. Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the corridor. He quickly got up and hid behind the curtains.

As the footsteps approached, the study door was opened.

Mo Xin turned on the light, surveyed the study, and when he saw the slight movement of the curtains, he squinted.

He walked over quietly and suddenly pulled open the curtains, but behind them, there was nothing but emptiness. Only a few strands of breeze blew in from the half-open window.

Mo Xin stuck his head out and took a look, then heard some commotion downstairs. He quickly left the study, went downstairs, turned on the lights, and saw Liang Qiuchi standing at the kitchen door in his pajamas, with a broken glass at his feet.

“Ge, what are you doing here?” Mo Xin hurried over to Liang Qiuchi.

“Wanted to drink some water,” Liang Qiuchi said hoarsely.

“Why didn’t you call me?” Mo Xin held Liang Qiuchi’s hand, carefully avoiding the glass shards on the floor, and poured him another glass of water.

But Liang Qiuchi didn’t drink it, just closed his slightly reddened eyes, turned around, and groped his way towards the stairs. “Headache, better go to sleep.”

Mo Xin cleaned up the broken glass and, when he returned to the bedroom upstairs, Liang Qiuchi was already lying on the bed asleep.

However, there was a layer of lingering pain between his handsome brows. Mo Xin felt a lump in his throat when he saw it, but since he had already made his decision, he wouldn’t turn back.

He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Liang Qiuchi’s waist from behind, and pressed close to him.

“It’ll be better soon, Ge, hold on a little longer.” Mo Xin whispered softly and planted a gentle kiss on Liang Qiuchi’s neck.

After some time, Liang Qiuchi slowly opened his eyes, his jet-black pupils as sharp and intimidating as a hawk’s in the dark night.