Chapter 42

Xiao Yin’s hand was still pressed against the door frame, not letting go.

When Rong Yi turned his head, he was kissed right on target.

The kiss was wild and aggressively intense.

Like a lurking, calm wolf finally shedding its disguise, his sharp teeth pressed against Rong Yi’s lower lip. He licked in a small circle.

Rong Yi heard Xiao Yin say:

“You know I want more than just this.”

His tone was very cold.

Then, with a sudden force.

Rong Yi entered the mood, gasping sharply, then curving his peach blossom eyes, the corners of his lips lifting, getting deeper, finally turning into a somewhat brilliant smile: “So what do you want?”

He bent one leg, knee rising.

He hadn’t moved yet, but Xiao Yin knew what he wanted to do, directly gripping the crook of his leg, lifting him onto the table.

The movement was fierce.

Rong Yi felt that now the situation was finally more smooth, more harmonious and normal.

This had always been the dynamic between him and Xiao Yin.

This dynamic felt right.

Talking about love or not, it all seemed odd.

Xiao Yin said, “You know.”

Rong Yi did know, but he felt this wasn’t the appropriate setting.

He said, “We’ll talk later.”

“Yes.” Xiao Yin finally stopped hiding, a steadiness and calmness in his tone that masked a certain suppression, like a string pulled to its limit, making his voice seem calm to the point of coldness. “We’ll talk later.”

“How long have you been holding back?” Rong Yi asked, looking at him, tilting his head up.

“Five years.” Xiao Yin lowered his head slightly, asking again, lightly kissing him, still expressionless, his tone unchanged.

It was as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

But something had already given him away.

He grasped his hand, kissing his fingertips repeatedly.

Everything was overlapping with memories.

After years of not seeing each other, the first time such a vivid overlap happened was in this kind of situation.

Xiao Yin was like an addict, repeating the same action over and over, while Rong Yi clung to his neck, taking a moment to think.

Wondering if Yin-Ge had just broken character.

Although people generally thought Yin had the aura of a wolf, perhaps no one realized he was this much of a wolf.

He sucked on him, like he was savoring a cat, lost in the scent of his neck, not allowing any gap.

The photography studio was sealed and private. After Xiao Yin finished admiring his hand, he finally felt the space was a bit too confined for what he wanted to do.

Unsure if he should proceed, he stopped and asked him.

“Is it okay?”

Rong Yi was deeply immersed, irritated by his sudden pause. He bit his neck and said, “Let’s go upstairs.”

Xiao Yin chuckled softly.

He carried him and unlocked the door.

The villa staff had already left, and the other three had gone out early in the morning. It was quiet.

Rong Yi’s gaze swept over the large couch, then he noticed Xiao Yin also looking in that direction.

“Upstairs.”

Rong Yi’s rationality was still intact. He took a small breath, his muscles tensing, “Don’t be too wild.”

Xiao Yin seemed to sense his tension. He gently kissed his forehead.

“Okay. I’ll listen to you.”

Xiao Yin carried him back to his own room.

It was a suite, and Rong Yi had never been to Xiao Yin’s bedroom before.

It was a simple place, like a model room, with immaculate black bedding, exuding a strong “do not disturb” vibe. The entire space had Xiao Yin’s intense personal aura.

Rong Yi lay down, and Xiao Yin began to admire his hand again.

Rong Yi was silent for a while before saying, “Pick another spot. My hand hurts.”

He wasn’t a hand model, but he still needed to take care of his hands.

Right now, his hand hurt. The skin hurt.

Xiao Yin said, “You choose.”

In the past, Xiao Yin wouldn’t have said much at a time like this; he would usually be silent. Five years had changed something after all.

Rong Yi felt his heart skip a beat at his words.

He turned his head and said, “Your call.”

Xiao Yin didn’t answer, but Rong Yi heard the sound of his soft breathing.

Xiao Yin chose to admire him slowly, from bottom to top.

Rong Yi immediately regretted it. Unable to hold back, he took the initiative.

He liked the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the crisp click of a belt buckle. When he reached for the hidden silver clasp, Xiao Yin clearly noticed.

He asked in a low voice, “Do you like it?”

He was right above Rong Yi, looking down with his deep and sharp phoenix eyes. That magnetic voice was driving Rong Yi to the brink.

Rong Yi nodded honestly.

“I like it.”

Xiao Yin said, “Then it’s yours to play with.”

He used the item to tie Rong Yi’s hands together.

What the hell did he mean by “yours to play with”? Clearly, Xiao Yin was the one playing with him.

Rong Yi hadn’t had sex in five years, and this time he couldn’t handle it all at once.

The unfamiliarity was overwhelming, making him feel like his performance was worse than the time he had a deep tissue massage. He felt like he was about to fall apart.

Li missed several maneuvers, unable to evade Yin’s relentless pursuit.

Yin activated Bloodlust mode and kept Li firmly controlled.

Li was completely immobilized, unable to move, taking a full-level ultimate from Yin, getting caught again after trying to escape, and being repeatedly tormented.

Xiao Yin seemed to have no cooldown.

In the end, Rong Yi could only say, “GG.” (Good Game, usually said to commend a well-played game at its conclusion)

His voice was already a bit hoarse, and he didn’t even have the strength to open his eyes, so he just kept them closed.

He knew Xiao Yin would take care of the aftermath.

Xiao Yin carried him to the bathroom, filled the tub with hot water, and placed him inside.

In fact, Rong Yi wasn’t asleep; he was pretending to sleep, in a state of feigned rest.

All he could think about was how Xiao Yin’s skills hadn’t improved over the past five years and seemed to have actually regressed.

It was a bit painful, maybe because it was too rushed.

But overall, the experience was still very satisfying.

When Xiao Yin carried him out, Rong Yi finally fell into a deep sleep. Xiao Yin dried his hair, and the rest of the night was a blur for Rong Yi.

Rong Yi woke up five hours later.

It was 6:30 AM, his usual wake-up time.

The bed beneath him was very soft, and he was in a tight embrace, Xiao Yin’s breath steady, his chin resting on Rong Yi’s head, warm and comforting.

Rong Yi remembered they had started in the afternoon, and now it was the next morning.

He found it hard to believe and checked the time repeatedly.

They had…

Gone at it all night and half the early morning.

This was the true definition of wasting time.

Such absurdity!

Rong Yi wriggled out from the arms wrapped around him, trying his best to straighten up, but his entire body gave out.

He hadn’t felt anything unusual before falling asleep last night, but today he felt as if he had been beaten.

His back ached so much he couldn’t stand straight, his hips retained a neural pain from being overstretched yesterday, and his legs were trembling.

His hands hurt and were shaking too.

Rong Yi simply gave up and collapsed back into the blankets.

It had been five years since he became Captain, and now it felt like he was back to those early, wild days.

They had everything, feared nothing, and did everything with gusto.

The Champion title was theirs; everything was theirs.

“Your back hurts?”

The person under the covers stirred. Xiao Yin woke up and saw Rong Yi leaning against the headboard, unable to move, and asked in a low voice.

Rong Yi replied, “It’s alright, just a bit uncomfortable.”

Calming down, he tried not to make eye contact with Xiao Yin.

Somehow, after making love, they felt a bit nervous.

“Sorry, I lost control yesterday,” Xiao Yin said. “I’ll be more careful next time.”

Rong Yi: “…”

Next time.

Indeed, it made sense. There probably would be a next time.

He lay back down in the blankets. Xiao Yin turned over, reached out from behind him, and after some fumbling, found his fingertips and gently held them.

“Don’t be mad.”

Rong Yi was a bit surprised.

“I’m not mad, just a bit tired.”

“Okay.”

After a pause, Xiao Yin said, “I thought you were angry.”

“Just a bit sleepy. I’ll sleep a bit more, it’s fine,” Rong Yi said. He turned around, hugged the blankets, letting Xiao Yin see his face, and after thinking for a moment, added, “See, not angry.”

Xiao Yin looked at him for a moment, then suddenly wrapped an arm around his shoulder and flipped him back over.

Rong Yi: “?”

He heard Xiao Yin’s voice from behind, “Wait a moment, I’ll get some ointment.”

Rong Yi: “???”

“Sorry, I didn’t control my strength well yesterday. I found a bit of blood when I changed the sheets,” Xiao Yin said.

Rong Yi then heard Xiao Yin reaching over to the bedside table, unscrewing the lid of some ointment, and then holding him down.

Rong Yi’s ears turned completely red.

He couldn’t struggle free.

Rong Yi hadn’t been shy during their lovemaking last night, but now he wished he could disappear from Xiao Yin’s sight.

A few minutes later, Xiao Yin said, “All done.”

Neither of them moved.

Due to the process of applying the ointment, Rong Yi felt that things between them were becoming awkward again.

Rong Yi mumbled a response, beginning to think about how to escape the current situation.

He said, “The others should be back by now.”

“Yeah, not sure what time,” Xiao Yin replied. “I locked the door.”

Rong Yi said, “I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar places. I’ll go back to my room to sleep. You should get some more rest too.”

He started to get up.

Their clothes were scattered around the bed.

What Rong Yi saw didn’t completely match his memories from yesterday. For instance, he thought they had started on the bed, but judging by Xiao Yin’s scattered clothes, they had at least started undressing each other while going upstairs.

They had both taken action, so no one owed the other anything.

Xiao Yin got up behind him, seemingly wanting to see him off to his room.

Rong Yi feared things might get out of hand again. He picked up his clothes, hastily put them on, and then, trying to maintain his composure, left the room and returned to his own.

Once back in his room, he realized just how ridiculous the situation had been.

His body was covered in marks.

But Xiao Yin had been considerate enough to leave his neck untouched.

Rong Yi splashed his face with cold water and, after a while, finally calmed down.

He chuckled softly and rubbed his hair.

Back in his own bed, Rong Yi turned on his phone and saw a message from Xiao Yin.

It was from a few minutes ago.

“I left breakfast and some medication at your door. Eat before you sleep.”

“The sample review has been approved.”

Rong Yi shuffled to the door in his slippers and found a small plastic bag outside, containing hot steamed buns and soya milk.

He brought it in, munching as he replied to the messages.

“Okay.”

“And I forgot to turn off the camera yesterday. It recorded a part of what happened later. I think it’s best if you keep the memory card. You can choose to keep it or delete it.”

Rong Yi paused mid-bite, puzzled.

He tipped the plastic bag and indeed found a memory card inside.

512GB, matte black.

He stood up and inserted the card into a reader.

A video quickly played on his personal computer, showing the perspective from the studio yesterday.

It captured him being pinned against the door by Xiao Yin, lifted onto the table, and admired by Xiao Yin, who fixated on his fingers and wrists… it was all there.

The camera Xiao Yin had placed on the table faithfully recorded everything while they were unaware.

Rong Yi’s face, which had just cooled down, heated up again.

He really was sensitive to cameras.

But yesterday, he hadn’t noticed it at all.