Yi Zhongshen never lied to Bo Xiyun, so he candidly answered the other person.
Through action.
As a result, the young man watched as the calm and cold-looking senior leaned down.
And kissed him until he became limp in the sheets.
"Uh... ah!"
When Bo Xiyun had previously said, "I can accept a kiss," he had never known.
It turns out that a single kiss could be so profound.
The fluffy and soft goose down comforter flattened beneath, and the warmth of another person's body temperature pressed against him. The dimly lit bedside became even cozier.
The reclined posture made it harder to escape; one could only be trapped and imprisoned in the narrow space circled by long arms. The familiar breath gradually invaded even deeper.
The young man, who hadn't fully recovered from the effects of the previous deep kiss, was even more dazed by this round of kissing. He became completely enthralled in the soft bedding, unable to resist.
(Tn: enthralled=captured)
In the end, the boy could only softly hum with a gentle nasal tone, finally eliciting some pity.
Yi Zhongshen slightly leaned back, allowing enough room for breathing. He gazed at the person beneath him, who had been kissed to the point of drowsiness. The young one coughed lightly a couple of times, even his eyelashes were damp enough to penetrate the feathers.
(Tn: of the blanket)
"...willing..."
The young man seemed to want to speak, but his nasal passages were already filled with hoarse sounds.
Yi Zhongshen got up, brought a cup of warm water from the heated coaster on the side, and helped the young one on the bed, feeding him about half a cup.
The young man, sipping the clear water in small sips, still seemed somewhat disoriented, perhaps because Yi Zhongshen's brief absence had made him feel the chill. When Yi Zhongshen returned to him, the boy slowly leaned against him.
The young man's lips seemed a bit sore from their previous actions; he needed to pause for a moment before taking another small sip.
The scene reminded Yi Zhongshen of a young kitten or perhaps a tender baby animal lapping up water.
After watching for a while, Yi Zhongshen averted his gaze.
Because he noticed that the tip of the boy's tongue had also been kissed and had become slightly swollen.
Soft and shiny, like a delicate petal.
It was only when Bo Xiyun stopped that Yi Zhongshen placed the water cup aside and asked softly.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh..."
The young man looked dazed, his beautiful brows and eyes displaying confusion, as if he had forgotten what he wanted to say.
At this moment, the contrast between the boy's expression and Yi Zhongshen's calm demeanor made one want to kiss him until he became even more pliant.
But Bo Xiyun hadn't actually forgotten. He paused again before managing to clarify his words slightly.
"...wish."
A newly made New Year's wish.
Yi Zhongshen listened patiently, "What happened to the wish?"
But the next moment, his patience was subjected to an immensely demanding challenge—
The boy, who already had little strength left, struggled to raise his hand and looped it around Yi Zhongshen's neck, encircling his arms and hugging him with both hands.
The boy leaned in further, his soft and slightly warm cheek pressing against the skin of Yi Zhongshen's neck where a faint mark was visible.
He spoke softly, almost in a whisper.
"For the New Year... I wish for you to recover quickly."
In all the days they had spent together, Bo Xiyun had never asked for anything, nor had he sought anything extra.
But now, in this moment.
He voiced his only wish.
"..."
Yi Zhongshen ultimately couldn't find words to respond.
He could only act to fulfill the young man's wish.
"Uh... ah!"
Bo Xiyun was already nearly overwhelmed by the kiss, without any strength or resistance left.
And the considerate senior, in a thoughtful manner, refrained from continuing to lick his already swollen lips, saying, "Lips shouldn't swell too much... Hmm? People will see."
Bo Xiyun listened in a daze, thinking that the other person was finally going to end the kiss. However, before he could relax for even a second, he realized the true intention of the other person.
Yi Zhongshen then shifted his focus, diligently licking and gently biting the tip of his tongue.
The delicate and tender flesh rubbed against each other in a delicate friction, along with the soft inner surfaces of their mouths, all marked by the ownership of the other person.
This intensified the way the young man was being bullied even more.
Bo Xiyun had long been overwhelmed by the kisses, and at this moment, he couldn't bear it any longer. The corners of his round and beautiful eyes were dampened with tear marks, on the brink of spilling tears.
He had never anticipated being kissed to the point of tears, and he could only softly plead for mercy.
"Please, no... don't... me, I, senior's kisses, can we, please..."
The young man only wanted to escape from the situation at hand, so he hurriedly leaned forward, tilting up his slender face to press a kiss against the injury on the other person's neck.
Perhaps the suggestion of reciprocating the kiss was too enticing; the boy's innocent and uncertain actions were not met with any resistance. As a result, he was able to smoothly make contact with the taut muscles of the other person's neck, the softest part, and kiss the warmth that radiated from there.
It was as if he hadn't just kissed the texture of the skin, directly touching the pulsating veins beneath the surface.
Bo Xiyun didn't understand; he didn't know how to reciprocate the kindness of someone who hadn't asked for anything, so he simply followed the senior's lead—
One kiss, and then inch by inch, he gently licked and nuzzled.
He only hoped to make the other person feel comfortable.
However, the outcome was entirely unexpected.
When the slightly swollen and thus even softer lip accidentally brushed against the young man's adam's apple, the wordless throb could no longer be controlled, impossible to withstand even for a second.
While still cautiously pressing himself against Bo Xiyun, he suddenly got pushed back onto the bed.
The action of supporting the back of the young man's neck caused Yi Zhongshen to lose his last shred of rationality, preventing him from being harmed by the abrupt movement.
But it also came to an end.
Completely depleted.
And then, the young man received the same treatment in return.
He was embraced at the side of his neck.
The heat seared across his collarbone.
Bo Xiyun only wished that his lips and teeth would no longer be kissed, but he couldn't have anticipated that anything could be more intense than this.
Pressing against the upper side of his neck, perhaps considering that it would be hard to conceal anything here, the kisses naturally flowed downward, trailing to the more sensitive collarbone, thoroughly warming the delicate and thin skin there.
This time, the young man was already so devoid of strength that even his breath couldn't be maintained. His choked sobs, triggered by the impact of this new round of kisses, were even softer than the earlier damp nasal tones.
Because these were genuine cries.
He couldn't hold back; he truly started to cry.
The mixture of soft moans and sobbing was incredibly appealing, making the fortunate and sole listener unable to resist the urge to entice him, to provoke even more.
Yet the gentle sounds quietly evolved into an even more difficult challenge.
In the end, it was only before the young man nearly slipped into unconsciousness that Yi Zhongshen managed to ask a fragmented and muffled murmured question.
At that moment, Yi Zhongshen, kissing near his ear, asked:
"Does it feel good?"
It was a considerate and warm question, yet it seemed to carry a hint of cruelty due to the relentless actions. The young man was initially hesitant to speak, until his skin, kissed and licked, turned entirely red. In near-breaking sobs, he nodded hesitantly and murmured intermittently,
"Fortunately... ah..."
"You too... feel good..."
Afterward, the young man exhausted all his strength, unable to resist any longer, and fell into a sleep that was almost like unconsciousness.
The only one still conscious, his forehead pounding and his expression tense, was brimming with vitality.
He had tasted his own bitter fruit.
For a long time, until the young man's shallow and rapid breathing turned into a long and gentle rhythm, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, Yi Zhongshen finally regained his ability to move.
Enduring the long night was still unbearable. Yet, at this moment, he felt a glimmer of luck.
Fortunately.
No deeper secrets were exposed.
He hadn't frightened the oblivious young man around him.
Yi Zhongshen silently pulled over the already-rumpled goose down comforter and gently covered the two of them.
His movements were subtle, because the boy who had cried so hard ended up sleeping in his arms.
Even those delicate and soft palms were still resting against Yi Zhongshen's neck.
He protected the young man as they lay together under the once-again fluffy bedding, gently curling his own hand around the slender fingers at the boy's neck.
Even those fine, soft palms were still resting against Yi Zhongshen's neck.
He protected the young man as they lay together under the once-again fluffy bedding, gently curling his own hand around the slender fingers at the boy's neck.
The warm and heated fingertips unknowingly curled into Yi Zhongshen's palm, until even the faintest pink tip was no longer exposed, then they stilled.
Entwined necks, sleeping side by side, fingers intertwined at their tips.
*
On the New Year's Eve, by chance, Yi Zhongshen ended up spending the entire night in Bo Xiyun's bedroom.
It could be considered another form of ushering in the new year peacefully.
In the early morning, the faint sunlight crept in through the layered curtains, casting a warm winter glow that made the already cozy room even more comfortable.
Bo Xiyun's good sleep habits prevented him from oversleeping on the first day of the new year. However, after all the events of the previous night that kept him up late, his awareness didn't quickly return to him.
He was still quite sleepy, and in his drowsy state, he instinctively lifted his weak arm, unconsciously searching for a familiar spot. His fingers found their way to the desired location, encircling the other person's neck.
Before, in his dreams, he had reached out to touch an arm, and now, instinctively, he embraced the person's neck.
Whether it was a stress point on Yi Zhongshen's body that Bo Xiyun remembered when he was awake, or an unconscious motion he made when he was tired, it was hard not to wonder about it.
How could there be such an obedient child?
However, the young man's considerate yet slightly coquettish action froze suddenly in an instant.
Yi Zhongshen, who had been awake for a while now, lowered his gaze and saw the earlobe flushed like a rosy cloud.
This time, Bo Xiyun was truly awake.
He was awake, but he was also frozen in the other person's embrace. Because Bo Xiyun clearly sensed that just a second ago, he had been moving to snuggle into the other person's arms.
It seemed like that was his favorite warmth.
Bo Xiyun hadn't even considered it.
He didn't realize he would be so clingy when he wasn't fully awake.
But Bo Xiyun couldn't deny it either; he slept so comfortably in the other person's embrace that he could only bury his head even lower.
He just couldn't face anyone right now.
As a result, he buried himself even deeper against the senior's chest.
A hand reached out, its fingertips calloused, and gently traced along the boy's jawline, lightly brushing against his soft lips.
A low, cool voice resonated through the close contact of their chests, with a slight tremor that made the trailing tone even more magnetic.
"Does it hurt?"
The young man didn't speak; instead, he slowly nestled further into the soft comforter, almost burying his soft hair and nape of his neck underneath it.
Yi Zhongshen was afraid he might feel suffocated, so he was about to press the comforter down a bit. However, he saw the young man slowly lifting his head again, his soft hair slightly disheveled by the bedding. Only a pair of misty eyes were revealed.
The young man's voice was soft, but his answer was resolute.
"It doesn't hurt."
Yi Zhongshen couldn't resist and lowered his head, pressing a kiss on those beautiful eyes.
Bao Xiyun closed his eyes in response to the kiss.
He wrinkled his slender nose, finally completely awake.
However, he also felt too embarrassed to face the current position they were in.
Bo Xiyun was always known for his proper sleeping posture, but now he was pressed against the other person as if he were relying on a pillow.
He was quietly reflecting on himself, and in his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of something that suddenly left him startled.
At first glance, Bo Xiyun thought he might have been mistaken due to a momentary lapse in attention.
But he quickly realized he hadn't been mistaken.
The room had become brighter than before, illuminated by the early morning winter light, visible right where Bo Xiyun would look up.
The young man's neck was completely unblemished, smooth and flawless.
For a moment, Bo Xiyun couldn't even process it—
After kissing and sleeping for the night.
All of Yi Zhongshen's stress marks had vanished without a trace.
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Tn: I already suck at translations but these two chapters made me realise how bad I am actually at Chinese.
Time for reading my books again
<3