Chapter 84

Epilogue – World Championship

Rong Yi’s recovery was a gradual process.

At first, they considered seeing a psychologist. However, the treatment plans suggested were either too time-consuming or involved desensitization methods they were already familiar with.

After some discussion, they decided to handle it themselves since time was really tight.

So, Rong Yi moved into Xiao Yin’s room for the second time.

Actually, after the Playoffs ended, Rong Yi had briefly moved in for a while.

Getting engaged and living together felt like a natural progression. Sleeping together every night, both of them were perfectly fine with it.

But they had overestimated their self-control.

The world’s best Jungler, who could resist chasing down five enemies with Low Health right in front of him, and the world’s best Mid laner, who would remain unfazed even if the sky was falling.

Neither of them could resist the temptation of each other’s bodies, nearly causing a scandal.

It was especially embarrassing.

Rong Yi had only stayed in Xiao Yin’s room for three days before moving back out. From then on, even if they did anything in Xiao Yin’s room, Xiao Yin would always give up the bed to Rong Yi and sleep on the couch in the single room outside.

This led to a situation where, when Lin Yi asked Rong Yi, “Are you two still sleeping in separate rooms?” Rong Yi didn’t quite know how to explain. Because if they didn’t sleep in separate rooms, VIT’s Mid laner and VIT’s Jungler might just mess up in the Finals of the World Championship. But now, with a legitimate reason, it seemed like this arrangement had become somewhat necessary. “Does this count as a paid task?” Rong Yi asked, unable to help himself as Xiao Yin gently pinched his neck.

Xiao Yin lightly licked his Adam’s apple, “It counts.”

Rong Yi still couldn’t help but worry about today’s training schedule.

“Mm,” Xiao Yin said in a low voice, “You’ve already put in two extra hours.”

“We’re not just going to…” Rong Yi felt his face about to explode with embarrassment, his words becoming blunt, “We’re not just going to do it for two hours.”

“Then you tell me,” Xiao Yin spread his legs apart, pulling him onto his lap and whispering in his ear, “How many hours do you want?”

Xiao Yin’s face remained calm, his expression unflinching, exuding an irresistible cold and sexy charm.

But Rong Yi knew Xiao Yin was in the zone. He couldn’t think about anything else, and whatever he said would fall on deaf ears. “Two hours,” Rong Yi said firmly. “No more. Any more and it will really mess things up.”

“I’ll train with you,” Xiao Yin said calmly, “Four hours.”

After speaking, Rong Yi noticed that Xiao Yin hadn’t taken immediate action.

Rong Yi was already burning with desire, desperate for Xiao Yin. But Xiao Yin, on the other hand, had become incredibly patient, his eyes deep and focused, but his movements extremely restrained.

He held Rong Yi from behind, lifting his knees and wrapping them both in the blanket.

Rong Yi was speechless.

Xiao Yin began to reach for his phone.

Rong Yi was about to explode with frustration. He turned around, trying to grab Xiao Yin by the collar, only to realize Xiao Yin’s shirt was off and there was no collar to grab. His hands fumbling, he ended up gripping Xiao Yin’s neck. Xiao Yin paused but didn’t put down the phone, leaning in and asking through gritted teeth.

“Are you going to do it or not?”

“Can you or can’t you?”

Xiao Yin, struggling to breathe from the grip, remained calm. “Be serious. This is desensitization therapy. Let’s check the progress first.”

Then, Xiao Yin gently took Rong Yi’s hand, clasping it in his own, and glanced at the camera.

He sounded so convincing.

But he made a good point.

Rong Yi swallowed his frustration, watching as Xiao Yin adjusted the camera.

Xiao Yin casually pointed the lens at him first; Rong Yi flinched, but quickly realized and stopped moving.

Xiao Yin leaned closer to the camera, seeing on the screen the naked and furious Rong Yi glaring back at him with wild, angry eyes.

He had never seen Rong Yi this openly angry, almost ready to explode.

But it was adorable.

Adorably dreamlike.

Rong Yi used to be like this too, shouting and raging when taunted in a game, fiercely determined to regain his dignity through a long night of play. His anger was never true anger, just frustration, and the seriousness with which he took it was especially endearing.

Throwing a fit was a kind of unrestrained arrogance.

Xiao Yin’s voice carried a calm and serene tone, “You can look at the camera and make expressions now.”

As if he wasn’t the cause of it.

“I’ll handle it myself,” Rong Yi almost lost his temper, grabbing his scattered clothes, ready to leave.

Who could hold back in such a situation?

Xiao Yin could.

Xiao Yin quickly stopped him, putting down the camera and pulling out the memory card. He inserted it into the projector while wrapping his other arm around Rong Yi, holding him tight, kissing him, and softly coaxing him.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush,” Xiao Yin murmured, kissing Rong Yi’s neck. Rong Yi softened again.

Rong Yi heard Xiao Yin ask, “Foreplay doesn’t count towards the four hours, right?”

Rong Yi was trembling all over from Xiao Yin’s teasing, but still tried to scold him, “Foreplay? Can you even last four hours?” He regretted it immediately after saying it. Xiao Yin’s expression didn’t change at all, but Rong Yi felt like he had just inflicted a self-wounding verbal attack. Xiao Yin’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he calmly said, “Ten minutes facing the camera, and you still have the energy to curse.”

He reached out, cupping Rong Yi’s chin, resting his own chin on Rong Yi’s shoulder.

He forced Rong Yi to look up at the projection on the wall together.

Rong Yi held his breath.

He was too embarrassed to look, but Xiao Yin’s firm grip on his chin made it hard to move, and their gazes met the screen.

On the screen, a deep red wave surged.

Xiao Yin had recently changed the sheets. His room had always been decorated in a stark, minimalist gray, with the sheets in matching gray tones.

It was Rong Yi’s fault; he had casually mentioned that Xiao Yin’s room was too dark. The next day, Xiao Yin changed the sheets to a different color.

Deep red, against the backdrop of the dark gray room, created an extremely sensual and intense visual tension.

Combined with the warm white of their bodies, every entanglement became vividly ambiguous, making one’s blood surge.

No wonder Xiao Yin was into photography.

His mastery of color was impeccable.

The more Rong Yi watched, the more he couldn’t bear to look.

“Can you solve it yourself better than with me?” Xiao Yin’s voice floated by his ear.

The foreplay nearly drove Rong Yi to his limit.

Xiao Yin had remarkable self-control.

Rong Yi vaguely thought, you could tell just by how he handled takeout.

Whenever Rong Yi was hungry, he felt like he was starving to death and had to eat something delicious immediately. But Xiao Yin could let his takeout sit until it was cold, preferring to finish all his tasks before eating.

Xiao Yin spent nearly forty minutes teasing and tormenting Rong Yi, pulling away at the most critical moments. By the time Rong Yi was on the verge of tears, he was crying and cursing.

“Xiao Yin, I want to break up with you.”

“Xiao Yin, my ex-boyfriend wasn’t as frustrating as you.”

He started spouting nonsense.

Xiao Yin remained calm but finally made a crucial move.

Rong Yi felt like even his hair was electrified.

“Who?” Xiao Yin chuckled softly. “You had a boyfriend before? Puppy love?”

He didn’t believe it at all.

Rong Yi, still in sync with Xiao Yin’s movements, stubbornly continued, lying effortlessly.

“He was really handsome, dyed his hair blonde. Do you think I came to A City alone? When I ran away from home, it was with a little boyfriend. He sat next to me in middle school.”

“What’s his name?”

Xiao Yin bit his ear. “I’ll go hunt him down.”

Rong Yi stuck out his tongue.

He knew it was just fierce words spoken in the heat of the moment, but Xiao Yin could be scary.

Rong Yi stopped talking.

Xiao Yin was clearly getting a bit anxious. His actions grew more intense as he questioned Rong Yi.

“What’s his name? Do you still contact him? Delete him.”

At this point, Xiao Yin’s movements had sped up, making it impossible for Rong Yi to remain still.

But Rong Yi was the type to push boundaries. He continued to babble, continuing to provoke Xiao Yin.

“He was super handsome, not your type, and he bought me milk tea.”

“He even, he even…”

Damn it.

He couldn’t continue speaking.

He didn’t have the energy or the breath to finish a complete sentence.

The camera kept rolling, and by the end, Rong Yi was completely limp on the bed, not even having the strength to lift a finger.

It was torturous.

It felt good, but he was completely drained.

Xiao Yin demanded, “Captain Rong, give me your phone.”

His expression was still dark.

It felt great to get back at him.

Rong Yi knew Xiao Yin was going to check his phone. He tossed it over weakly.

“The password is my little boyfriend’s birthday.”

He sneaked a glance at Xiao Yin, his eyes peeking mischievously.

Sure enough, Xiao Yin entered his own birthday. When the phone unlocked, the coldness in his eyes noticeably softened.

Tsk.

Men.

So easy to appease.