Chapter 85: Cheng Ye is Jiang Shi’s Dog

Jiang Shi was momentarily stunned by the fall. He tried to prop himself up, but his feet got tangled in the dress, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

Cheng Ye caught him by the waist, and with a sweep of his hand, the complicated petals of the dress smoothed out in his palm. Underneath was a pair of black pants.

Jiang Shi didn’t like to wear long johns. No matter how thickly he bundled up outside, he was unwilling to add an extra layer of pants underneath. With a tug from Cheng Ye, the pants came off. His legs were long and well-proportioned, kicking within the fluffy skirt, his knees turning a little pink from the friction.

Cheng Ye cupped his hand over them. The heavy dress concealed the intimate actions underneath, only showing the two of them pressed closely together.

“Where’s the hair?” he asked.

Jiang Shi bit his lip and said nothing, afraid that if he opened his mouth, an uncontrollable sound would escape.

When he didn’t speak, Cheng Ye’s gaze swept around the room and found the wig piled on the bedside table.

He withdrew his hand, his fingertips stained with a warm, sweet scent.

The wig was long, thick, and voluminous like seaweed, and its color was a pure black.

Cheng Ye shook it out, his eyes lowered, and held it open to put on Jiang Shi.

He had never learned how to put on a wig, so his movements were rough, just casually placing it on Jiang Shi’s head. The black hair fell from his forehead. Jiang Shi blinked, waiting quietly for a few seconds until a hand cupped his chin and made him look up.

The young man’s eyes were reddened from rubbing, and Cheng Ye’s face was reflected in his deep brown pupils. They were very close, their breaths falling on each other’s skin, which gradually turned pink.

Cheng Ye studied him for a moment. “Young master is very beautiful.”

Jiang Shi pursed his lips, the pearl of his lip bitten and rolled inside his mouth. He lowered his eyes to avoid Cheng Ye’s gaze. “What’s so beautiful… I’m not a girl.”

Cheng Ye pressed a fingertip into his mouth, against the pinkish lip pearl, then pushed a little further, his hand coming away warm and wet.

The color in his eyes deepened. “More beautiful than a girl. Don’t bite your lip. Come bite me.”

Jiang Shi’s eyes widened as he looked at him.

Cheng Ye’s gaze moved downwards. He pulled his hand out from under Jiang Shi’s dress and lifted his own T-shirt, revealing a well-defined abdomen.

The gray sweatpants still hung loosely on his hips. With a slight intake of breath, the outlines of his abs became visible. Further down, several blue veins pulsed, spreading downwards and disappearing into the waistband. Black hair climbed up from the gray waistband, reaching all the way to his navel.

After a few seconds of looking, Cheng Ye seemed to sigh with some regret. He lowered his shirt. “I’ve been too busy lately, haven’t had time to shave. The young master definitely wouldn’t like it.”

Jiang Shi: “…”

He wouldn’t like it even if he shaved, okay.

He might not like it, but Cheng Ye was very pleased. Before Jiang Shi could notice, Cheng Ye had slipped under the dress.

The skirt was so big that it could accommodate even Cheng Ye’s tall frame.

A pillow was placed under Jiang Shi’s waist. He looked up at the light above, the mist in his eyes shattering the light into specks.

The skirt was propped up high. The man’s voice came out muffled through the thick fabric.

“Young master, spread your legs.”

Jiang Shi closed his eyes. The psychological shame made it impossible for him to face this scene, but his body, subconsciously craving pleasure, made the choice for him.

He parted them little by little, using his remaining rationality to pull at Cheng Ye’s short hair through the dress. “Don’t… don’t get the clothes dirty.”

…

Cheng Ye pulled out.

He wrapped it in a tissue and threw it in the trash. When he turned back, Jiang Shi was still leaning against the pillow, not yet back to his senses.

He carried him out of the bedroom.

Once it passed six o’clock, the sky in Jiangcheng turned dark. The streetlights were on, their bright light reflecting off the white snow on the distant mountainside.

It wasn’t until his knees sank into the soft sofa and his forehead rested against the cold glass window that Jiang Shi realized something was wrong.

The dress was lifted up to his back. The metal tip on the drawstring of Cheng Ye’s sweatpants pressed against his backside. The cold made Jiang Shi shiver. His hands were still braced against the glass, his waist straight. He shuffled forward a step, and with a glance down, the night view of Jiangcheng came into his eyes.

Cheng Ye stood behind him and patted him. “Jiang Shi, arch it higher.”

“No… wait…” As soon as Jiang Shi moved, the back of the dress slipped down, covering Cheng Ye’s hands. “The window…”

A wicked thought occurred to Cheng Ye. He bent down, pressing close to Jiang Shi. His fingers, damp with moisture, pinched his chin, making him look down. “What about the window? The young master is so beautiful, everyone should see it.”

As expected, after he said that, the person beneath him trembled, a faint pink creeping up his earlobes, and his struggles grew a little stronger. “Cheng Ye, how could you… could you…”

Cheng Ye laughed. The slipped dress was lifted up again by him, the metal tip dangling between his buttocks, swinging and chilling him.

Jiang Shi shrank and crawled forward, his palms leaving two damp prints on the transparent glass.

Cheng Ye pressed against him from behind. The thin, slender young man was squeezed between the man and the transparent glass. The heavy skirt piled up at his waist, his seaweed-like black hair spread over his shoulders, his face flushed pink, and unshed tears hung on his long eyelashes. When pushed too hard, he could only whimper softly against the broad chest behind him.

Even though the person behind him was the culprit of all this, he still subconsciously relied on him.

“Cheng Ye… I don’t want to…”

Cheng Ye spoke unhurriedly, “What don’t you want? You don’t want me to fuck you, or you don’t want others to see?”

Jiang Shi couldn’t speak. The sound of a car horn came from downstairs, and his whole body flinched.

“Hiss… Jiang Shi, you’re going to break my hand.”

“…”

The metal tip fell away. The rough hair pricked Jiang Shi, making him feel both numb and itchy.

He had nowhere to run, nowhere to retreat. His scalp tingled as he felt himself being stretched open. In the end, his mind went blank.

Cheng Ye pressed against him, licking the sweat from his eyelids. “I was lying to you. I installed one-way glass a long time ago.”

The lights in the living room were off, but it was brightly lit outside the window. Through the glass, Jiang Shi could vaguely see their reflections.

The long, thick black hair made his face look even smaller. His features were misty and moist. The skirt was piled up, fluffy like an exploding firework, concealing all the mess underneath.

Jiang Shi closed his eyes.

The sudden ringing of a phone interrupted the heated temperature in the room. It was Jiang Shi’s phone, but it was in the bedroom.

Cheng Ye paid it no mind, turning Jiang Shi’s face to kiss him.

But the ringing was as insistent as a death summons. It stopped automatically and then started ringing again. Jiang Shi couldn’t stand it and gave Cheng Ye a push.

Cheng Ye’s brow furrowed, a little unhappy. He lifted Jiang Shi by the waist and, just like that, brutally turned him around.

Jiang Shi let out a cry of surprise. Before the sound could fully escape, it was cut off mid-air, silenced, his expression blank.

Cheng Ye supported him under the knees, the long skirt trailing, and returned to the bedroom.

The phone was still ringing. He held the person with one arm and reached for the phone with the other. A deep, dark light flashed in his black eyes.

“Little young master, a call from overseas.”

Jiang Shi didn’t hear what Cheng Ye was saying at all, too busy clinging to his shoulders and pulling himself up, finding it difficult to even breathe.

Cheng Ye sat on the bed with his legs open, watching the phone’s ringing stop and start again. He sniffed the fragrance on the young man’s neck. “Are you going to answer it, or should I answer it for you?”

Jiang Shi said, “Cheng Ye, I don’t want it like this, it’s too much…”

Cheng Ye laughed.

He pulled out, unzipped the dress, and let it slide down, tossing it into an unnoticed corner of the bed.

The wig was still on his head, spreading smoothly over his shoulders and back, a stark contrast of black and white.

Cheng Ye grabbed Jiang Shi’s waist with one hand, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button. His voice was deep and hoarse. “Hello?”

The person on the other end paused. “Who is this?”

Cheng Ye pushed aside the hair, bent down, and covered the young man’s face with his hand, not wanting the other side to hear even the faintest sound.

“That’s a question I should be asking you.”

After he said that, the breathing on the other end of the line grew heavier, as if suppressing anger. “You’re Cheng Ye. Why do you have Jiang Shi’s phone? Let him answer.”

Jiang Shi’s pupils were unfocused. Just as he opened his mouth, two fingers slipped inside, muffling his sounds completely.

“He’s busy. If you have something to say, you can tell me.”

Huo Ji’s voice was sharp. “I have nothing to say to you. Let Jiang Shi answer the phone!”

“I told you, he’s busy. He’s busy now, and he’ll be busy in the future.”

Cheng Ye heard the sound of something being thrown on the other end of the line.

“Who do you think you are? Do you know what our relationship is? Let me tell you, Jiang Shi will come back to my side sooner or later. He’s just playing with you…”

Cheng Ye put the phone on speaker. Jiang Shi was being pushed against the wall by him, and Huo Ji’s enraged shouts filled his ears.

The main partner listened to these words without so much as a frown, his movements unhurried, his speech unhurried. “How do you know he’s just playing with me? Did he tell you that himself? And so what if he is? I’m willing to be played by him…” He pressed close to Jiang Shi’s ear and breathed a hot puff of air on him. “Isn’t that right, little young master?”

Huo Ji was quiet for two seconds, then abandoned his usual elegant and composed facade and roared into the phone.

“What are you two doing? Jiang Shi, where are you? Where are you? Tell me, what the hell are you doing!”

“Jiang Shi! Say something, answer the phone for me…”

Beep—

Cheng Ye pressed the end call button and promptly turned the phone off.

He tossed the phone aside and patted the reddened area on Jiang Shi that had been chafed by his hair. “Little young master, don’t bite down so tight. It’s going to break.”

Jiang Shi couldn’t speak, partly from shame, and partly from…

He opened his mouth and bit down on Cheng Ye’s shoulder.

Cheng Ye let him bite, and after a few seconds, he reached out, pulled Jiang Shi’s head back, and bit his lip, pulling out his tongue.

After that, Jiang Shi couldn’t remember clearly. By the time he came to his senses, he was kneeling on the bay window.

The lights in the room had been turned off at some point. The curtains were half-drawn. Opposite them was a mountain, covered in white snow. A cold, clear moon peeked out from the mountain’s peak.

It was as if a breath was pent up in Cheng Ye’s chest. Since taking Huo Ji’s call, his movements had been rough. Jiang Shi’s face was pressed against the glass, and then he was held in Cheng Ye’s lap, face to face, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.

“Jiang Shi, who am I?”

The beautiful young man tilted his head back, his neck elongated. It was unclear whether it was the light from outside or the moonlight that fell on his shoulder, illuminating its round, pale whiteness.

He bit his lip. Before he could swallow the sound, his mouth was forced open by Cheng Ye’s hand. Melodious notes flowed in the night, captured by only one person, besides the moonlight.

“Cheng Ye…”

“Who is Cheng Ye?”

“Cheng Ye… Cheng Ye is…”

Jiang Shi trembled, his voice breaking. “My boyfriend.”

“Wrong.”

Cheng Ye’s eyes were narrowed, a faint green light glowing in their depths.

“Cheng Ye is Jiang Shi’s dog.”