Hot flashes

He gave up struggling and instead used his still free hand to tremble as he cupped Xiao Jue's burning cheeks. Then, he tilted his head back and pressed his slightly trembling lips against Xiao Jue's raging, alcohol-scented lips.

...A shy, light kiss, clearly pleading and begging.

Even after stepping back a little, he mustered his courage and quickly pecked those taut lips again.

Moonlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating his face, flushed with nervousness and shame, his eyelashes trembling.

"Go back...go back...please...please..."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Xiao Jue stopped all his movements. He stepped back slightly, looked down, and gazed at the person in his arms.

Zhou Heng's eyes were wet, reflecting the dappled moonlight and a hint of pitiful pleading.

This was the first time he had ever kissed him first.

"boom--!"

Xiao Jue's eyes turned crimson in an instant, visible to the naked eye! The desire and aggression surging within them were more than ten times more ferocious than before!

All the leisurely pace, all the teasing and taunting, vanished in an instant!

"Okay." He uttered a single word in a hoarse voice, but it carried a chilling resolve.

The next moment, Zhou Heng felt the world turn upside down, and his scream choked in his throat—Xiao Jue roughly hoisted him onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes!

"Xiao Jue! Put me down! I can walk by myself!" Zhou Heng was dizzy and pounded on his back.

Xiao Jue ignored him, gripped his knees firmly with his large hands, and strode forward with long strides as swift as the wind, almost running, heading straight back towards the main tent!

Upon entering the main tent, Xiao Jue kicked the tent door shut and threw Zhou Heng directly onto the thick animal hide rug.

Before Zhou Heng could get up, the tall, heavy body pressed down on him, carrying the scorching heat that hadn't dissipated from their journey, and the undisguised, insane possessiveness in those crimson eyes that seemed to want to devour him alive.

Xiao Jue easily tore open Zhou Heng's already disheveled clothes with his fingers, and a burning kiss landed again, more fierce and urgent than in the garden, with a destructive force. "You started this fire yourself... Now, it's your responsibility to put it out."

In the time that followed, Zhou Heng truly understood what it meant to "reap what you sow" and how devastating the consequences of completely igniting a man who had been holding back his desires and had just been unexpectedly "rewarded."

The lights in the main tent flickered all night.

Zhou Heng regained consciousness in a strange state, a mixture of extreme exhaustion and some indescribable subtlety.

His eyelids felt so heavy, as if they were glued shut, and he struggled several times before he managed to open them a crack.

The daylight was already bright, gently shining through the curtains onto my face. My body felt unexpectedly clean and dry, even carrying a faint, familiar scent of herbs.

Fragments of memory begin to resurface.

Last night... no, it was early this morning!

Those chaotic, scorching, blush-inducing images uncontrollably flooded my mind: flickering candlelight, tangled breathing, the "wandering" from the bed to the floor and then to the tatami mat, and finally being carried into the bathtub... The warm water did not alleviate the pain in the slightest, but instead became an accomplice to the evil.

He remembered that by the end, his voice was hoarse from cursing, and he kept repeating "Xiao Jue, you bastard," "beast," "I can't take it anymore," and then he even cried, his face covered in tears.

Xiao Jue gently kissed away the tears on his face, his lips lingering and his breath hot as he coaxed him in a hoarse voice, "Aheng, be good," "It'll be done soon"... but what he did was completely the opposite.

His last memory was of a blurry, swaying jawline with its cold, hard lines, and hot beads of sweat dripping from it and landing on his collarbone.

Beast! A degenerate scoundrel! A beast in human clothing!

Zhou Heng mentally lashed out at Xiao Jue a hundred times over, trying to move his body to express his anger and accusation.

However, it was only a very slight shift in the waist and hips—

Zhou Heng froze, his expression instantly becoming a kaleidoscope of emotions, like a spilled palette of colors.

wrong!

This feeling...!

How...

That familiar feeling...

Zhou Heng gasped, his pupils dilating in shock.

Just then, the warm chest pressed against his back vibrated, and a nasal sound filled with heavy sleepiness and a satisfied sigh rang out.

The arms around his waist tightened, and her calloused palms soothed his lower abdomen. Then, a soft kiss landed on his sweaty temples.

"Awake?" Xiao Jue's voice was lower and hoarser than usual, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, bringing a tingling sensation to the ear.

Zhou Heng felt his blood rush to his head; he was both ashamed and angry, and felt like he wanted to explode on the spot.

He shoved his elbow back, forcing out a hoarse voice through clenched teeth: "Get out!"

The person behind him seemed to chuckle softly. Instead of moving away, they pressed closer, rubbing their chin against the top of his head, and replied with a self-assured, even slightly innocent, languid air, "Stay a little longer...it's very comfortable."

Zhou Heng: "???"

Comfortable?! Of course you're comfortable! You're not the one being...

He was trembling with rage, and struggled to his feet again: "Xiao Jue! Get out of here! Now! Immediately!"

"Don't move..." Xiao Jue's voice was even deeper, carrying a dangerous warning. His arm held him in place like an iron clamp. "I said, stay a little longer."

His tone even sounded somewhat considerate, if one ignored the increasingly prominent change in his presence.

Zhou Heng realized with despair that his feeble struggles not only failed to achieve their goal, but were actually... adding fuel to the fire?

He dared not move again, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, frozen in Xiao Jue's arms.

He closed his eyes, trying to hypnotize himself to ignore the annoying presence and attempting to regain some sleep.

Time passed quietly. Just as Zhou Heng was about to drift off to sleep again from the even breathing and warmth behind him, he felt the hand around his waist begin to wander.

Zhou Heng jolted awake, his alarm bells ringing: "Xiao Jue! What are you doing? We agreed to just stay put!"

"Yeah, you stay here." Xiao Jue's voice rang close to his ear, so self-righteous it made him want to bite him. "But I never said... you can't..."

Zhou Heng: "...?!"

What kind of thuggish logic is this?!

"You...you mustn't...uh!" Her protest was cut off.

Xiao Jue easily restrained his wildly flailing wrists, kissed the corner of his tearful eyes, his voice so gentle it could melt water, but his actions were completely different, pressing closer step by step: "Aheng, be good... this is the last time, I promise. It'll be over soon..."

"You said the same thing last night! You said it eight hundred times, and it was the last time!" Zhou Heng accused indignantly, his voice trembling with tears.

"This time it's for real." Xiao Jue assured him without changing his expression, his breathing already unsteady, yet he still managed to kiss his trembling eyelashes. "Trust me."

Zhou Heng was so angry he felt like vomiting blood, but his body, under the skillful teasing and gentle coaxing, shamefully betrayed his will, gradually softening into nothingness. In his fading consciousness, only one last desperate thought remained:

Why would he believe what a man said in bed, especially at a time like this?!

As the morning light fully bathed the tent, Zhou Heng lay sprawled on the now-messy bed, like a fish washed ashore by the waves and half-dead from the sun. He stared blankly at the tent ceiling, not wanting to move a single finger.

My body feels even more sore than when I woke up.

Meanwhile, the satisfied "beast" got up refreshed and even considerately wrung out a warm cloth to wipe him, his movements gentle and delicate, as if the person who had just tormented him to death was not him.

"Still feeling unwell?" Xiao Jue looked at his lifeless expression, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed his swollen lips. "I'll be more careful next time."

Zhou Heng didn't even have the strength to glare at him anymore; all he could manage was a weak, regretful groan: "...Heh."