Chapter 113

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Qin Qingzhuo’s house.

Getting out of the car, Jiang Ji walked over and handed the car keys to Qin Qingzhuo. “It’s cold outside, let’s go inside quickly.”

Qin Qingzhuo didn’t take the keys and looked at him, saying, “You’re really not coming back with me…”

“Yeah, I’m going back to the rehearsal room,” Jiang Ji held his wrist, placing the car keys in his palm. “Didn’t I tell you?”

After saying this, Jiang Ji was about to leave, but Qin Qingzhuo stepped closer and hugged him, making it impossible for him to turn away.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Ji asked knowingly. “Is there something else?”

“Don’t be angry,” Qin Qingzhuo lifted his head slightly and kissed him on the jaw, then pecked his lips again. “Okay?”

He knew Jiang Ji was still keeping a tally, and now that he got out of the car, he could finally use his charm to pacify Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji fell for it, and with a slight lift of his eyebrows, he said, “This is outside. Aren’t you afraid of being photographed kissing in the street?”

Although the villa area had strict access control, and there shouldn’t be any paparazzi around, openly kissing in broad daylight was still a first for both of them.

“If they capture it, they capture it,” Qin Qingzhuo kissed him again, “My boyfriend won’t even come home with me. Where else can we kiss?”

Jiang Ji remained silent, allowing Qin Qingzhuo to kiss him again and again.

Holding him, Qin Qingzhuo began to walk towards the house. Each kiss made them take a step towards the door, with Jiang Ji following him, stepping back.

They moved this way until they reached the front steps. Qin Qingzhuo finally let go of Jiang Ji, reminding him, “Be careful of the steps.”

Jiang Ji stood still, looking at him. “Qin Qingzhuo, you really are…”

Before finishing the sentence, he sighed in surrender, lifting Qin Qingzhuo up and turning around, walking up a few steps. At the door, he said, “Unlock it.”

Qin Qingzhuo didn’t reach for the keys. “You unlock it.”

“I can’t free up my hands.”

“Then you’ll have to unlock it.” Qin Qingzhuo hugged his neck, leaned in teasingly, “Or can’t you unlock it with just one hand?”

Jiang Ji chuckled lightly—he wasn’t falling for that kind of provocation.

But a few seconds later, with one hand still holding Qin Qingzhuo, he reached over with the other and used his fingerprint to unlock the door.

“Drip,” the lock opened. Both of them knew that this matter had passed.

Jiang Ji carried Qin Qingzhuo inside, and once the door closed, Qin Qingzhuo lowered his head to kiss him again.

It wasn’t the light peck they shared outside the door, but a deep kiss, where their lips pressed firmly, and their tongues intertwined. Qin Qingzhuo actively moved his tongue, swirling and entwining with Jiang Ji’s, engaging in a passionate kiss.

In the past, Qin Qingzhuo’s initiated kisses were always gentle and gradual, but this kiss carried a sense of urgency, as if he was anxious to confirm something.

Initially, Jiang Ji didn’t move, letting Qin Qingzhuo take control of the kiss. He enjoyed seeing Qin Qingzhuo being proactive and particularly enjoyed seeing Qin Qingzhuo struggle to control his emotions because of him.

However, unable to resist his impatience, he soon returned the kiss even more passionately than Qin Qingzhuo—taught by Qin Qingzhuo but more assertive, delving deeper with his tongue, ravaging the oral cavity as if it was never enough.

The restlessness and anxiety of the past few days were transformed into the fragmented sounds of their lips and tongues intertwining, and at this moment, it felt like their hearts had truly returned to reality.

Their chests pressed against each other, feeling each other’s heartbeats. At this moment, Jiang Ji could be sure that Qin Qingzhuo was also afraid of losing him.

He didn’t want to hear Qin Qingzhuo say anything like “be prepared that you might leave at any time.” He just wanted Qin Qingzhuo to firmly believe that this relationship would last a long time, until the end of their lives.

He especially didn’t want to hear anything like “at that time, I just wanted to give it a try.” He only wanted to be the person Qin Qingzhuo chose with determination.

The dark thorn embedded in his heart was pulled out, but there was still a lingering ache when he thought about it. As their lips separated, he lowered his head to bite the faintly faded tooth mark on Qin Qingzhuo’s clavicle. This time, he bit harder than before, causing Qin Qingzhuo to lightly gasp, but he quickly suppressed it. Tilting his head slightly back, Qin Qingzhuo inserted his fingers into Jiang Ji’s hair and gently massaged it.

Jiang Ji looked up at him. “Does it hurt?”

“…It hurts,” Qin Qingzhuo admitted truthfully.

“That’s the point,” Jiang Ji reached into Qin Qingzhuo’s shirt and pinched his waist—not too lightly, not too heavily. With a deep, slightly hoarse voice tinged with grievance, he accused, his previous pretense of hardship before Qin Qingzhuo now stripped away, revealing the wounded teenager desperately seeking solace. “You must have been an executioner in your past life, Qin Qingzhuo. Your words are like murder. I’m almost dying from the pain, do you know?”

“I was wrong, I was wrong,” Qin Qingzhuo hugged him, leaning in to kiss him again, his hand slipping under Jiang Ji’s shirt to caress his back. “I promise I won’t say it again. I feel awful after saying it, regretting it so much my intestines turned blue…”

It was then that Jiang Ji realized what it meant to be insatiable, what it meant to take advantage of someone’s kindness. Just a few hours ago, he had thought that Qin Qingzhuo only needed to apologize to him, but now, the more Qin Qingzhuo apologized, the more dissatisfied he felt.

He grabbed Qin Qingzhuo’s shoulder and turned him around to face him, then reached for the headphones hanging on the cabinet next to the door—these were the headphones he had hung there a few days ago, before their argument. He grabbed both of Qin Qingzhuo’s wrists and wrapped the headphone wire around them.

Sensing what Jiang Ji was about to do, Qin Qingzhuo didn’t resist, only turning his face to the side and saying, “Jiang Ji, come from the front. I want to see you.”

His hand paused, Jiang Ji lifted Qin Qingzhuo up and walked towards the sofa, almost tossing him onto it.

As Qin Qingzhuo’s back touched the soft sofa, he bounced slightly, and then Jiang Ji immediately followed, rolling over and pressing down on him. He lifted Qin Qingzhuo’s arms above his head, holding both of his wrists in one hand, while using the black headphone wire to wrap around his wrists several times, tying a firm knot.

Then his hand slipped under Qin Qingzhuo’s sweater, along his thin but strong abdominal muscles, pushing upward. When his hand reached Qin Qingzhuo’s chest, he kneaded it not too lightly, not too heavily. Qin Qingzhuo immediately let out a muted groan of pain, and the veins on his bound wrists bulged with a hint of blue.

Jiang Ji’s fingertips had calluses, and in the past, he always made sure to control his strength, knowing that Qin Qingzhuo’s pain tolerance was slightly lower than average. But this time, he didn’t stop, intentionally using his callused fingertips to touch him, slowly rubbing, magnifying the slight pain with each touch.

He leaned down to kiss Qin Qingzhuo, whose tongue quickly intertwined with his, seeking his kiss.

“Does it hurt?” Jiang Ji asked again after the kiss. He wanted Qin Qingzhuo to hurt because of him, but he also feared that Qin Qingzhuo would hurt too much because of him.

“When you kiss me, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” Qin Qingzhuo said softly, looking into his eyes. “Kiss me more.”

Jiang Ji noticed traces of tears on Qin Qingzhuo’s face. Although the tears had dried, his eyes still looked slightly moist—he had a pair of incredibly beautiful eyes, curved when he smiled, tears streaming down in strings when he cried, making him look very vivid.

“Qin Qingzhuo, do you know that when you cry, you look particularly pitiful?” Jiang Ji lightly kissed his eyes and said softly, “But it’s not the kind of pitiful that makes people stop, it’s the kind of pitiful that makes people want to see you look even more pitiful.”

The thin eyelids trembled slightly from the kiss. Qin Qingzhuo reached out to lick and bite his Adam’s apple, muttering, “Then make me even more pitiful.”

The dry skin was soaked with sweat, and the rapidly warming body seemed to be on fire.

Strangely, Qin Qingzhuo didn’t usually enjoy the sensation of pain, but he liked it when Jiang Ji made him hurt at times like this—it was as if only pain could make this pleasure more vivid, more profound.

Yet it wasn’t enough. They had to keep kissing, enveloping the slight pain in gentle kisses, to be sure that they possessed each other while being possessed by each other.

For a moment, he felt a strange sensation, feeling like this moment was remarkably similar to standing on stage listening to the song “Fall into My Dream”.

One second, he thought he had reached the limit of dying, and the next second, he fell into an extremely gentle embrace and kisses.

That feeling of being on cloud nine was so wonderful that it made him want to drown in it.

Jiang Ji’s hand moved upward along Qin Qingzhuo’s bound wrists, his fingers slipping between Qin Qingzhuo’s fingers, needing to fit snugly into every crevice.

Qin Qingzhuo tilted his neck back, once again seeking Jiang Ji’s kiss, melting into this intense touch.