Warning!! NSFW content in the first half of the chapter!
Yan Xie was like a male tiger who had been hungry for a long time and finally started eating meat. He was just tearing and venting impatiently before, soon after, he quickly pressed Jiang Ting to the big bed in the bedroom for a second round.
This time, he was finally able to regain a little sanity from the burning desire. This time he went as deep as possible, controlled the rhythm, and prolonged the torture before the climax to the point where it seemed endless. In the end, Jiang Ting couldn't hold it anymore. His physical strength had been exhausted to the limit, his body softened into a pool of water, and he intermittently let out out-of-control moans. But in contrast, his back hole was grinded more and more intensely and was continuously and furiously ravaged into a complete mess, and his inner thighs were soaked with semen.
"Can't stand it anymore?" Yan Xie asked in a low voice, "Why are you so fragile?"
Jiang Ting grabbed the sheet consciously and seemed to want to break free, but as soon as he made a move, Yan Xie grabbed his waist and pulled him back to the bed, fiercely thrusting into him again and again, and finally shot into the deepest part of Jiang Ting's body in the midst of his gasping sound.
The moment when all the semen was completely ejaculated, Jiang Ting lost consciousness. By that time the sky was completely dark. It took several minutes for Yan Xie to calm down his excited and frenzied heartbeat. He went to the bathroom to take a hasty shower but deliberately did not lift Jiang Ting from the bed to clean.
He himself couldn't explain why, as if he instinctively hoped that the traces of that lewdness, eroticism, and hot body fluids would stay in Jiang Ting's body for a longer time, and even let this person's flesh and soul be smeared with the smell of their intimate relationship.
Yan Xie went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of the pork rib soup cooked at noon, carefully tested the temperature, and then brought it into the bedroom.
The lights were not turned on in the room, and there was a smell of fishy sweetness floating in the dimly lit room, vaguely stimulating Yan Xie's nerves.
Jiang Ting seemed to regain a little consciousness. He curled up his overly opened body. His eyes were half-drooping, his sweaty eyelashes still sticking together. Yan Xie picked him up and leaned him into his arms, kissing him constantly from his temples to the eyelids, and feeding him pork rib soup spoon by spoon to supplement his extremely exhausted physical strength.
"..." After a long time, Jiang Ting opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice: "I want to take a shower…"
Yan Xie put down the bowl and rubbed his face and the side of his neck repeatedly as if he had finally got some great treasure that he didn't even want to let go of for a moment. After a while, he whispered, "Wait a minute."
Jiang Ting had no strength and fell asleep in a daze. In the middle of the night, he was forced to wake up again by the breathless thrusts. His body was paralyzed by the pleasure so much that it didn't feel like his own. He couldn't even make a sound. He only felt the fierce murder weapon had once again plunged into his body, deep, heavy, and fast, brutally grinding back and forth between the twists and turns of the ravaged tender flesh.
"… Yan… Yan Xie…"
Each and every rapid thrust of the murder weapon bought out a squelching sound, and even his inner thighs were rubbed red. Yan Xie was panting heavily while thrusting rapidly and even more ruthlessly than a beast, leaning over Jiang Ting's ear and saying, "Yeah, I'm here."
Jiang Ting closed his eyes, and the tear stains washed his pupils into extra black. But his back, the back of his neck, and even his cheeks, and his skin were white, glowing in the night.
"I'm here, Jiang Ting." Yan Xie kissed his ear and whispered, "I've always been."
That was Jiang Ting's last memory before he lost consciousness.
...…
Drowsy, sore.
Jiang Ting opened his eyes, and it took a long time for him to recover from the hazy discomfort. His distracted eyes gradually focused on the alarm clock on the bedside table — 01:45 pm.
It was afternoon the next day.
Jiang Ting rolled over and sat up, and immediately inhaled a breath of cold air because of the hidden pain somewhere, and it took a long time for him to move slowly to relax his muscles a little.
His body had been washed all over and changed into a loose short-sleeved white T-shirt as pajamas. The soft texture was very comfortable, but because Yan Xie's size was too large, it looked a little empty on his body. Looking in the standing mirror on the opposite corner of the bed, his neck and collarbone exposed between the wide neckline and the arms under the short sleeves all bear all kinds of marks, which wouldn't disappear for a while.
Jiang Ting gently closed his eyes and sat motionless on the bed, and the quilt silently fell from his waist.
Jiang Ting's previous physique looked lean but was able to prepare for battle in less than 30 seconds, but now it was obviously not good. It took him more than ten minutes to barely recover from the dizziness because of low blood pressure. After a long time, he finally opened his eyes tiredly again. Just as he was about to get out of bed and leave the master bedroom to go to the guest bedroom to take a shower, his hand lifting the quilt suddenly froze.
He had a ring on his ring finger.
It was a seemingly ordinary platinum ring, bright and very new, and there was no trace of being used. In fact, the size of this ring was just right to wear on the middle finger, but for some reason, Yan Xie still put it on the ring finger, which seemed a little loose.
Jiang Ting was silent for a long time, then took off the ring and put it gently on the bedside table.
He got up and walked out of the master bedroom, which was full of Yan Xie's smell, and went back to the guest bedroom next door where he had been living to wash his face. When he got up, he looked attentively at his wet face in the mirror with some doubts in his eyes, seeming very confused.
Where does it look good? he thought.
After a while, he shook his head self-deprecatingly, turned around, and suddenly bumped into Yan Xie who was leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.
"..." The two faced each other for a moment. Yan Xie seemed to have not seen Jiang Ting's empty left ring finger, and a smile slowly appeared on that handsome face: "Morning, Captain Jiang."
The teasing element in these words was so obvious to the point of worth a beating.
"It's afternoon," Jiang Ting said without raising his head and wiped his face with a towel. No one knew if it was because of wiping or because of last night, his lips were still slightly red. Yan Xie watched intently until Jiang Ting finished washing up and tried to bypass him to walk out of the bathroom when he suddenly grabbed Jiang Ting's hand.
Both of them paused, standing in a very limited space, and stared at each other.
Yan Xie moved his mouth and said slowly, "Jiang Ting…"
Just when Jiang Ting thought he was going to say something, he saw Yan Xie suddenly stop and smile: "I made something to eat, come on."
Yan Xie's "made something to eat" was more than that. It was like moving the Cantonese-style morning tea from a five-star hotel into his home. On the dining table, there were preserved eggs, lean meat porridge, chicken feet, fresh bamboo rolls, various shrimp dumplings, etc., which were simply dazzling. No one knew when he got up to order food, but the porridge was still warm, just the right temperature for consumption.
"Isn't this too much?" Jiang Ting raised his voice.
Yan Xie was holding the dishes in the kitchen, "You eat first. I have to go out later!"
Jiang Ting didn't listen carefully, and when Yan Xie turned his head, he glanced sideways into the master bedroom.
——Sure enough, the ring on the bedside table had already been quietly put away.
Jiang Ting breathed out silently.
"It wasn't easy to give me a suspension for review. I have to wonder if Chief Lu had insight into the future and gave me the marriage leave in advance." Yan Xie came out of the kitchen with a bowl and personally served Jiang Ting preserved egg and lean meat porridge, sighing. : "Especially when I woke up this morning, I thought there would be at least a dozen missed calls or a hundred and eighty things waiting in the bureau, who knew that only Ma Xiang, that useless thing, would make a call to ask about the case file."
"Because your Captain Yu is doing the work."
"Hey, Captain Yu only works half a day every day. Ma Xiang said that the rest of the work is presided over by Chief Lu."
Jiang Ting's spoon slightly knocked on the edge of the bowl.
Yan Xie sat on the chair next to him, staring intently at Jiang Ting's food, and suddenly asked, "Is it unpalatable?"
Cantonese-style morning tea and Sichuan-style hot pot were the aces of Chinese cuisine that could both conquer the world and rule the country, and the problem of its unpalatability was almost non-existent on the human scale. Jiang Ting regained his senses, shook his head, and said, "No, it tastes good."
"Is this chair uncomfortable for you to sit on?"
"Huh?" Jiang Ting didn't react.
Yan Xie said seriously: "Wouldn't the chair be too hard?"
"..."
Jiang Ting's chopsticks holding half a fresh bamboo roll stopped in mid-air, and he stared at Yan Xie expressionlessly. The next second, he was suddenly picked up by Yan Xie with lightning speed, who quickly took him into his arms, forcing him to sit on his lap: "Come, come and sit here with me. It's softer in my arms…"
"Yan Xie, it's daytime—"
"Come on, let me feed you this. I specially ordered a box of leek and shrimp dumplings. Leeks are good for your health…"
Jiang Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He hurriedly struggled out of Yan Xie's arms, knocked off the green leek and shrimp dumplings on his chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of steamed fish maw into his bowl: "Eat fewer leeks and more fish. Your kidneys really don't need to be replenished, replenish your brain!"
Yan Xie shook his head regretfully, then glanced at the piece of fish and sighed, "Forget it, whatever you gave me is delicious." Then he glanced at Jiang Ting's waist with worried eyes.
Jiang Ting, a seriously ill patient who had been in a coma for three years, didn't bother to argue with Yan Xie. He lowered his head and drank more than half a bowl of porridge, then put down the small white porcelain spoon, feeling that his stomach was full. Yan Xie saw that his face was fine today, so he no longer forced him to eat more, and said while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, "You can go out with me later and come back at night."
"Where?"
"Birthday." Yan Xie laughed: "Although I don't think a man's birthday has much meaning after he turns 18, every year there is still a large number of relatives who want to get together. In addition to helping me celebrate in name, of course, there are some other things… After all, my parents gave birth to me, and the business is so big."
Maybe because Yan Xie's usual behavior was too simple and down-to-earth, it was completely impossible to make people think of any bloody wealthy family grievances. So when he said this, Jiang Ting couldn't help but look at him unexpectedly.
Yan Xie was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "But my task is just to go over and make an appearance. To show that I am still alive, and tell the relatives to get along well and live in unity and harmony, then come back after eating and drinking. They won't ask more questions if you are with me. Just say you are my friend and that's it. My parents won't say any nonsense, don't worry."
Jiang Ting hesitated for a few seconds under Yan Xie's eager gaze, and said slowly, "But… I'm quite tired today, why don't we talk about it next time?"
"We can just make a round and come back in ten minutes."
Jiang Ting still shook his head: "Your family should have a wide circle of friends and relatives. I'm like this, it's better to avoid such crowded occasions, forget it."
Yan Xie's eyes seemed a little disappointed.
But Yan Xie's advantage as an adult in his thirties was that he could quickly control his emotions, so he nodded nonchalantly and replied, "That's true." He even smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Then you rest at home, I'll be back soon."
Yan Xie said that he must get home early, but he didn't leave the house early at all. He diligently put away the tableware and chopsticks, dragged Jiang Ting to the cloakroom of the master bedroom, opened the wardrobe for the special outfits for previous blind dates, took out each shirt, and kept drawing them in front of his upper body, repeatedly asking Jiang Ting for his opinion: "Am I looking handsome? How about this one?"
Jiang Ting said, "Handsome, handsome."
"What about this one?"
Jiang Ting put his hands in the pockets of his home trousers and said helplessly, "Still handsome, also handsome."
Yan Xie stopped after hearing the words. His upper body was naked. He had been in front-line work and insisted on exercising over the years to maintain a perfect body shape that was thin when dressed, and muscular when undressed. He threateningly pulled Jiang Ting to the corner of the cloakroom, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, and asked, "Why are you so perfunctory? Didn't you say that in bed last night?"
"..." Jiang Ting's face was a little red, but he was still very calm: "What did I say last night?"
"You hugged me and said that my husband is really handsome, good-looking, and the most powerful in the world…"
Jiang Ting burst into laughter, raised his head, trying to pull a few centimeters away, and then said solemnly, "Your good looks have nothing to do with what clothes you wear."
Yan Xie was about to teach him a lesson, but he didn't expect Captain Jiang to say these words and was stunned at the moment.
"So don't wear clothes and go naked," Jiang Ting said with a smile, "Then everyone will know that you are the most powerful in the world."
Before Yan Xie could make a move, Jiang Ting, who was already prepared, had already slipped out of the corner of the wall and rushed to the door of the master bedroom in a few steps. Just then, Yan Xie also reacted and rushed forward, pulled him back, and pressed him onto the bed. He quickly pinned his hands and feet down, forcibly stuck his hand up his armpit, and started tickling him like crazy: "You come back to me! Where are you running to?!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong…" Jiang Ting struggled and begged for mercy while laughing: "Okay, you look good in whatever you wear. Hey, don't do it…"
Yan Xie grabbed Jiang Ting's waistband, wanting to pull it down, but was caught by the latter and failed. The two rolled and scuffled on the big bed for a while and finally ended when Jiang Ting kept begging for mercy and claimed "it hurts". Yan Xie stared at Jiang Ting condescendingly like a male tiger who didn't have enough food and quickly became hungry again. Jiang Ting watched for a while before he said angrily: "In two days… I'll tomorrow… I'll give it to you tonight."
Jiang Ting was out of breath, his black and white eyes were full of water, his cheeks were slightly red, and his black hair was messily pressed against the snow-white sheets. He laughed and scolded: "You, get up!"
Yan Xie didn't get up. He lowered his head and sniffed anxiously around his neck as if he was holding a tender and delicious prey in his arms but unable to take a bite. After a long time, he finally got up unwillingly and muttered, "Why don't you want to eat more leeks…"
Jiang Ting made a gesture of cutting at his crotch: "Why don't you try it again?"
Yan Xie covered his crotch and went into the cloakroom. After a while, he finally changed his clothes, styled his hair casually, and came out. He really didn't really want to dress up to meet relatives. Without Jiang Ting as a display object, he only changed into ordinary polo shirts and jeans and wore a stainless steel watch in his hand. He was looking younger than when wearing formal suits, and there was an unstoppable air of a rash and careless young man who had just fallen in love.
Jiang Ting was sitting in the living room drinking tea and playing Go. When he looked up and saw him like this, the corners of his pale red mouth bent as if he wanted to laugh, but he immediately held back expressionlessly.
"Why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing."
Yan Xie snorted smugly and said, "Give me a kiss…"
Yan Xie bent down in front of the sofa, smoothly and crookedly grabbed Jiang Ting, and exchanged a long kiss that smelled of lemon mouthwash. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he parted reluctantly, stared into Jiang Ting's eyes, and then kissed his eyelids again.
Jiang Ting closed his eyes, feeling the warm breath passing past the end of his eyelashes, touching and parting.
"After you finish drinking my wife's tea, you want to put on your pants and run away," Yan Xie whispered.
Jiang Ting didn't say a word. He was calm and composed, but his ears were a little red. This time, he finally couldn't put the blame on the innocent Han Xiaomei.
"I'll bring it to you when I come back at night, okay." Yan Xie couldn't help laughing: "At that time, one box of Lao Tongxing had five tea cakes in it."
Jiang Ting: "..."
"But I only have one wife," Yan Xie winked at him with a teasing smile, and before Jiang Ting could answer, he turned around and left the house.