Chapter 42: P. First Gift

Summer is as brief as a burning old shirt. Humidity, sweat, mugginess, and scents are all cast into the flames; while immersed in them, one is simply addicted to the raging fire, feeling that everything is about to disappear, yet feeling a sense of loss for the passing of old things.

For Su Hui, the summer he spent having Ning Yixiao was perhaps the one he cherished most in his life, now burned away.

He was used to being treated as an unspeakable patient. Even when he encountered a small stray dog and wanted to be kind to it, he would subconsciously say, “Don’t be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you.”

Only after meeting Ning Yixiao did Su Hui realize for the first time that there were people who wouldn’t leave and wouldn’t be afraid even after he was honest about his illness. When he said, “Don’t drive me away,” Su Hui’s heart shattered, but because of those words, he also found the courage to piece himself back together.

Summer was already halfway over. Perhaps God finally felt a hint of pity for him, as the first depressive episode he experienced after meeting Ning Yixiao was shortened to just over ten days.

During those ten days, he was like a failed astronaut trapped on a frigid planet in outer space, struggling to maintain his life amidst loneliness and despair.

Ning Yixiao was his only connection to Earth. Every night, he would call Su Hui, just like someone attempting a rescue, trying over and over again. Even if it was just a one-way communication with no response, he never gave up.

He would tell him everything that happened during the day—mostly good things that would make one happy to hear—but Su Hui knew that it made no difference what he heard.

“When I was at work today, I saw a little kitten, just as beautiful as you. It looked like it was lost. I wanted to pick it up, but it was so scared that it ran away.” Ning Yixiao let out an almost imperceptible sigh over the phone. “I regret it a little; I should have been slower, or found someone more professional. I don’t know how it is now; I wonder if it’s very hungry.”

Su Hui couldn’t give him any response, only listening and crying quietly.

“Another intern in the office today said the festival is coming up—the Qixi Festival. I’ve never celebrated it before.” Ning Yixiao’s voice was very gentle. “Keep me company, my little boyfriend.”

He was kind and generous; he didn’t care whether Su Hui would respond at such times. After a few minutes, he would just say, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Every time he hung up the phone—or when he forgot to hang up and was nearly exhausted to sleep—he would say “I love you” to Su Hui. It was like a tacit code for “goodbye” in their cosmic communication.

The day his depressive episode ended, Su Hui felt as if he had found a spaceship on the surface of a frigid glacier to return to Earth. He boarded it, cast off the heaviness and oppression under gravity, and began a happy journey.

However, just like before, he didn’t get the chance to become a “normal person,” not even for a day. The launcher sent him flying straight out, and on one particular morning, he entered a hypomanic phase—a state he both loved and hated.

Fortunately, it coincided perfectly with the Qixi Festival, allowing him to be in a better state to spend the holiday with Ning Yixiao.

After his state shifted, the first thing Su Hui did was run to a shopping mall counter. He wanted to buy a watch for Ning Yixiao.

At the end of June, while wandering alone in the mall, he had noticed a black watch placed in the center of a glass cabinet. Even though he wasn’t with Ning Yixiao then, he felt that it would look perfect on him.

Unfortunately, he was told it was a limited edition. It required pre-ordering at the counter or online, and if ordered now, it would take at least three days to arrive. This dampened Su Hui’s spirits significantly.

But he still wanted it, so he paid the deposit: “Then I’ll come to pick it up in three days.”

Since the gift couldn’t be delivered immediately, Su Hui felt he couldn’t show up empty-handed. He went home, cut all the Juliet roses he had been tending in his garden for the entire season, wrapped them in a huge bouquet, and tucked in a greeting card.

[Happy Qixi. I’ve been growing these for a long time; I give them all to you.]

He wrote the greeting card over and over again, unable to choose, so he used the first version. It wasn’t until the local courier picked up the flowers that he realized with regret that he had forgotten to write “I love you” or similar phrases.

Afterward, he could only constantly console himself: Ning Yixiao knew, of course; he would never doubt his love for him.

When the flowers arrived, Ning Yixiao was still in a meeting, his phone on “Do Not Disturb.” The courier couldn’t reach him, so he had to go upstairs to the company front desk and leave the flowers there.

So, the moment Ning Yixiao stepped out of the meeting room, under the gaze of everyone, he received the massive bouquet transferred to him by the front desk—champagne-colored flowers, bright as the summer sun, exuding a full, passionate orange.

“Wow, as expected of our handsome guy.” A senior on the team started joking. “This must be the biggest bouquet delivered to our company today.”

“Not just the biggest; it’s the most beautiful, too!”

“Where did you buy this? It’s gorgeous, super expensive, right?”

“Hey Yixiao, can you have your girlfriend recommend the florist to me?”

Ning Yixiao was looking down at the greeting card. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but hook the corner of his mouth. “He grew these himself; they weren’t bought from a florist.”

Once these words were out, the colleagues were even more jealous.

“How long do you have to nurture them to make them look this good?”

“As expected of a heartthrob, he knows how to cast spells.”

Ning Yixiao put the flowers back at his desk and went to the breakroom to call Su Hui. This time, Su Hui answered quickly, his voice sounding very happy—like a different person compared to last night.

“Received! So fast—I thought it wouldn’t arrive until around the time you got off work.”

Ning Yixiao’s mood was also excellent. “Maybe the delivery driver was busy today and had to deliver them quickly to finish his route.”

“Oh, right.” Su Hui’s voice carried a childish sweetness. “Then… are you busy with work today? Do you have time for a date with your little boyfriend?”

Ning Yixiao held back his laughter and pretended to be cold. “I’ll consider it.”

“You guys aren’t working overtime today, right?” Su Hui started acting spoiled. “Can you not work overtime? Today is Friday.”

“Why don’t you come over and talk to our boss?”

Su Hui showed no intention of backing down. “Don’t say that; I might actually come.”

Thinking about it, he just might. Ning Yixiao finally laughed. “I specifically compressed my time today; I’m working faster than usual. I’m almost finished; I can leave after wrapping up the final tasks. What do you want to eat today?”

“I want to drink.” Su Hui thought for a moment and gave an address. It was a certain distance from his company—a very popular bistro.

“I’ll go over and wait for you. We might have to wait for a table today.”

An hour later, Ning Yixiao also arrived at the bistro Su Hui mentioned, carrying that eye-catching bouquet. Strangely, he spotted Su Hui in the dim light immediately. He seemed to have had a little to drink already, a faint pink flush on his face.

“My flowers are really beautiful.” Su Hui tilted his head, smiling with a childlike innocence. When Ning Yixiao sat opposite him, he leaned in and whispered, “My boyfriend is too.”

Ning Yixiao’s heart stirred at these words, but he still subconsciously glanced at his surroundings. Many guests at nearby tables were casting curious glances, mostly because the combination of two young men and a large bouquet of flowers was too unusual.

“I had a bit of an aperitif.” Su Hui pointed. “This bread is delicious. Are you hungry?”

“I’m okay.” Ning Yixiao barely touched his glass, staring quietly at Su Hui. The last time they met was when his depressive episode hit, and he went to his house to see him, not staying long.

Two weeks had passed in a blink, and Su Hui had returned to being the happy version of himself, which left Ning Yixiao feeling somewhat surreal.

The restaurant was filled with the scents of sweet wine, balsamic vinegar, and steak, drowning out the fragrance of the flowers Su Hui had gifted. A waiter holding a large plate of berry tiramisu occasionally walked by, and Su Hui called him over several times, asking for a small piece each time.

“Are you here to eat dinner or dessert?” Ning Yixiao couldn’t help but ask.

“Both.” Su Hui took a bite of the cake. “This goes really well with white wine.”

His ears were red, and his neck was a brilliant pink.

“You can’t drink anymore.” Ning Yixiao couldn’t help but say, “I can’t carry you back, unless I throw the flowers away.”

“No!” Thinking of the flowers, Su Hui decisively gave up on continuing to drink. “I won’t drink anymore…”

To have a large bouquet of flowers thrown by the side of the street—if people didn’t know, they would think they had broken up. Just imagining that scene felt tragic.

When the singer on stage finished their fifth song, they left the bistro. It was already 9:00 PM; this street was far from the commercial center and wasn’t very lively. Su Hui’s feet felt like they were floating on clouds, his gait unsteady.

Ning Yixiao half-embraced him, wanting to send him home, but was refused by Su Hui.

“My grandfather is not in Beijing…” Under the watch of the streetlights, Su Hui’s gaze was moist and innocent. Across the lush flowers, he faced him with a beautiful smile. “I don’t have to go home today.”

At that moment, Ning Yixiao thought that probably no one in the world could refuse Su Hui.

He compromised with this champagne-colored night. “Then where should we go?”

Su Hui stood on his tiptoes, leaned into Ning Yixiao’s ear, and whispered, “I’ve already booked a room.”

The overflowing sunlight left deep blue heatwaves for the summer night, wrapping around two young souls in love. Ning Yixiao felt the heat, felt obsessed, and really wanted to kiss him immediately.

But there were people coming and going on the street, so he resisted, saving this kiss for the moment the hotel room door opened. Before the door could fully close, Ning Yixiao pressed him against the wall. The friction between the wallpaper and Su Hui’s shirt made small, ambiguous sounds, drowned out by his panting.

In the past twenty years, Ning Yixiao had never imagined he would be so obsessed with kissing. But in the next second, he had to admit that he was obsessed with Su Hui as a person.

The moment he explored his lips and teeth, it was like finding treasure. He explored the smooth, cold tongue piercing, which was like a tiny planet growing in Su Hui’s mouth, offered up by him voluntarily. In their entanglement, he experienced something unprecedented.

Su Hui’s breathing became more and more rapid. His legs turned soft; he could barely stand, so he had to hold onto Ning Yixiao’s neck, weakly clinging to him. During a brief moment of breathing apart, he turned his head, lightly biting and kissing along Ning Yixiao’s sharp jawline, kissing all the way to the side of his neck, stopping at the Adam’s apple.

Carrying a bit of curiosity, he licked Ning Yixiao’s moving Adam’s apple.

“Do you miss me?” he asked in a very light voice. After asking, he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against his collarbone.

Ning Yixiao chose not to answer, instead holding him—a very gentle, encompassing hug. When both their hearts were still beating violently, pressed against each other’s chests, they almost wanted to leap into each other’s bodies.

He waited for his breathing to stabilize slightly before kissing Su Hui’s hair and forehead again. Smelling the fragrance of his hair, he said with a hoarse voice, “I miss you very much, and I’m also very worried about you.”

Clearly, he had been nearly overwhelmed by desire, but this fool actually said such things seriously at this time. Su Hui’s nose felt a bit sore, and he raised his hand to stroke Ning Yixiao’s back.

“I’m better now.”

He knew he wasn’t better; he had just jumped from one end of the illness to the other. But regardless, at this end, they could at least embrace passionately.

“Don’t worry about me.” Su Hui looked up, kissing Ning Yixiao’s chin and lips, his tone light and sweet. “I’m fine now.”

He couldn’t tell Ning Yixiao how he had been saved by him during those ten-plus days of depression; he could only constantly prove his affection for him with actions.

Ning Yixiao took his hand, kissed it, and brought him inside, lying on the bed with him. There was a large projector here. Su Hui thought about how their first failed date had been watching a movie, so he suggested watching one here, and Ning Yixiao agreed.

Just as the image appeared on the projection screen, Ning Yixiao suddenly spoke. “I…”

He walked to the hallway, brought over the bag he had just dropped there, and said to Su Hui, “It’s Qixi Festival today; I prepared a little gift for you.”

For the first time, Su Hui realized that a person as calm as Ning Yixiao could also show such a cute expression—as if he were terrified that his gift wouldn’t be good enough and would disappoint him.

So he thought secretly in his heart that no matter what it was, he had to show that he was very happy.

But the result proved that Su Hui was wrong; he didn’t need to perform at all.

“This.” Ning Yixiao took out a dark blue velvet display board that looked like a book and handed it to Su Hui.

Su Hui took it carefully and unfolded it, discovering it was actually a beautiful blue butterfly specimen. The blue phosphorus powder on the butterfly wings shimmered brilliantly in the light.

He had never received such a beautiful gift.

“This is a Morpho aurora butterfly,” Ning Yixiao explained. “I don’t know why, but subconsciously I wanted to buy you such a gift. Maybe it doesn’t have much value, but I looked for it for a long time, and I felt it really suits you.”

As he spoke, he touched Su Hui’s cheek, hiding a sentence in his heart.

You are just like a beautiful butterfly.

Su Hui held the butterfly specimen to his heart. “Thank you, I love it so much.” He leaned over and kissed Ning Yixiao’s lips. “No one has ever understood what I like.”

Flowers and plants, strange books, beautiful insect specimens, nebulae and star clusters light-years away, the vast and boundless universe—Su Hui was addicted to these, yet was always suppressed. Everyone told him to like things of value, read useful books, and be a useful person. No one had ever thought that compared to success, fame, and sitting on countless wealth, Su Hui would rather be a person who could appreciate a beautiful butterfly at any time.

Only Ning Yixiao understood.

He scraped Su Hui’s nose bridge with his knuckles, the corners of his mouth hooked in a very faint smile. “As long as you like it.”

Su Hui hugged Ning Yixiao, kissing his ears. “I bought you a gift too, but it hasn’t arrived yet.”

Ning Yixiao responded reflexively, “Don’t buy me anything too expensive.”

“But it’s very beautiful. It will look very good on you.” Su Hui told him.

Ning Yixiao extended a finger and tapped his cheek. “That won’t do either. You should give me a gift you made yourself.”

“But it’s too late.” Su Hui was a bit anxious. “Today is almost over.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Ning Yixiao kissed the corner of his mouth, his voice very low. “The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can wait so long; I can wait too.”

I don’t know which word touched Su Hui, causing all the reason he had already lost to alcohol to be completely overwhelmed. He wrapped himself around Ning Yixiao and said unreasonably like a child, “Then let me give you a gift first.”

Ning Yixiao didn’t have time to ask “what,” before he was swallowed by licks, kisses, and panting.

The movie kept playing, but no one had the heart to watch it. The summer night gnawed at the words of love between the lovers, leaving them capable only of producing intermittent sounds, interspersed with heavy breathing.

“Ning Yixiao, Ning Yixiao…” Su Hui gradually became the passive party, his body sinking into the soft bed. The falling kisses were like an unstoppable rain, from his cheeks to his side neck, and then to his chest.

He thought of the wound on his chest and subconsciously reached out to cover it. “Don’t look…”

Ning Yixiao didn’t rush to take his hand away; he kissed the back of his hand and between his fingers very gently, asking indistinctly, “What’s wrong?”

His other hand moved downward.

Su Hui was panting heavily, bowing his body and tilting to one side, only saying, “There’s a scar…”

Ning Yixiao saw his scar—it seemed to be an old one, but it still appeared a faint pink, right under the bottom row of ribs. He lowered his head and kissed it quietly, as if healing it. “It’s beautiful,” he said almost religiously.

Su Hui’s eyes felt sore, and he almost shed tears. He had displayed his most vulnerable self without preparation, but felt it should have been this way long ago.

He exerted some strength, flipped his body, and moved on top, sitting firmly. Although hypomania exacerbated his impulses and thoughts in all aspects—it was pathological—Su Hui knew very clearly that he was willing because he loved Ning Yixiao; this was the only part of him not controlled by any wrong pathological symptoms.

But he also made a small decision he would regret later.

“This is all I have.” Su Hui found a small box of Vaseline from his pocket. Since his lips had been dry lately, he carried one around. His face was soaked with an awkward and innocent blush, and even his fingertips and knees were pink, his toes clutched tightly in nervousness, as if only now did he feel ashamed for it.

But Ning Yixiao’s patience and willpower had reached their end. “Let me.”

He kissed Su Hui’s lips, freed a hand to hold him, and even wickedly explored the space between his tongue and teeth, teasing the tongue piercing.

“Su Hui, you’re also wearing a belly button piercing.” He reached out and flicked it twice. A blue butterfly belly piercing hung like a small pendant on his thin and translucent pink skin, sparkling brilliantly under the light.

Ning Yixiao gave up teasing the little planet in Su Hui’s mouth. The two of them pressed their foreheads together, their heavy panting intertwined. Silver threads stretched and lengthened between their parted lips, then fell.

“What a coincidence, it’s just like the Morpho aurora butterfly I just gave you.” Ning Yixiao played with the belly piercing, his voice low and deep,透 with joy because of this wonderful coincidence. “Does it hurt?”

One hand caressed Su Hui’s slender waist, and he became extremely interested in the butterfly that wouldn’t fly away resting on Su Hui’s belly. His long fingers flicked it; the butterfly trembled slightly, but stubbornly parked on this pink land. Just like its owner, it was willing to sink to the bottom of the sea in the center of the gentle pink ocean gifted by Ning Yixiao.

The feeling of the belly button piercing being flicked actually caused some pain, but ripples of crisp sensation arose where Su Hui’s waist was rubbed, and strange pleasure surged in like a tide from all directions, drowning the sand and gravel of pain.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Su Hui shook his head and wrapped himself around him again. “This is our mutual connection.”

His dexterous tongue embellished the tiny round ball, poking out from between Su Hui’s teeth, provocatively wanting to hook something in the air. Ning Yixiao lowered his eyes, as if unaware of Su Hui’s intention, and just poked out the tip of his tongue, lightly swiping across the ball before quickly retracting it, repeating this over and over.

Su Hui was teased into a state of anxiety; he reached out to grasp Ning Yixiao’s arms, braced himself, and leaned forward to kiss Ning Yixiao’s lips.

Ning Yixiao didn’t tease him anymore; one palm caught Su Hui’s fluffy and soft hair, bringing him close, loosening his teeth to explore the tiny planet hidden behind them. The other palm moved from his waist to his buttocks.

Su Hui’s body was too lean, his buttocks small but full, his skin white and thin, showing a faint pink due to the catalysis of alcohol and lust. His hand explored along the edge of his underwear; it wasn’t their first intimate contact, but when Ning Yixiao’s hand rubbed onto his buttocks, Su Hui still trembled slightly.

The underwear was pulled down. Ning Yixiao then scooped a large amount from the Vaseline. The temperature of his fingertips melted it, slowly sliding down along his slender fingers. He kissed Su Hui and instructed, “Tell me if it hurts.”

Su Hui nodded. His thin, pink upper body pressed against Ning Yixiao’s solid and hard chest, his hips raised to facilitate Ning Yixiao’s movements. Su Hui rested his forehead against the headboard, feeling the strange sensation coming from behind.

Although they didn’t go all the way last time, Ning Yixiao had looked up relevant knowledge after returning. His lubricated finger poked the entrance lightly, rubbing it back and forth, and then attempted to insert one finger.

“Uh… um…” Su Hui gasped hot air. Even though he was fully prepared, he still tightened his body at the moment he was explored by Ning Yixiao’s fingers. His back arched into a very beautiful curve, and the light from the headboard hit his skin like a bright moonlight reflecting on Ning Yixiao’s heart.

“Be good, relax.” Ning Yixiao’s other hand soothingly stroked Su Hui’s scapula.

Su Hui obediently relaxed his body, delivering the control of his body into Ning Yixiao’s hands as if making a sacrifice.

The fingers in the back entrance gradually increased from one to three, digging in and out. When pressing on a certain point, Su Hui’s body instantly tightened, and he couldn’t help but exhale a moan. Ning Yixiao felt the strength of the intestinal meat twisting around his fingers, and then pressed against the slightly protruding spot. The intestinal flesh was poked soft, and the secreted water mixed with lubricant was spit out, covering his hands.

He withdrew his fingers, holding Su Hui’s softening body with one hand, and opened the nightstand with the other, finding what he needed inside.

His towering penis replaced his fingers and entered the back entrance again. It was fully dilated, but the size and hardness that fingers couldn’t compare to still made Su Hui unable to adapt.

The intestinal wall was slowly broken open. At the moment of full entry, Su Hui fell onto Ning Yixiao’s crotch with soft legs. Alcohol paralyzed his brain; he touched his lower abdomen that was bulging from being pushed and muttered, “I ate it.”

“Mm, you ate it all. Little Hui is so good.” His long fingers rubbed at their intersection. Ning Yixiao took a look at his fingers; there was no blood, so he didn’t hold back anymore, thrusting his hips.

Pain was Su Hui’s first perception, but the surrender of body and mind gave him an unprecedented sense of security. Ning Yixiao was inside his body, and in this awareness, he trembled with excitement. The large glans brushed across his prostate again and again; his brain went blank from the pleasure, and his tender body couldn’t stop softening. He bit his lower lip unconsciously, leaving tiny tooth marks.

“Open your mouth.” Ning Yixiao was afraid he would bite himself, so he reached into his mouth. “Call my name.”

Su Hui’s response was half-hidden in the damp heat, intermittent, sentence after sentence. In the middle, he kept saying “I love you,” “I like you” to the invading sea waves, calling his name intermittently.

“Ning Yixiao.” “Ning Yixiao…”

Su Hui suddenly realized that his name should actually be a spell cast on himself.

The attacks of his penis became faster and faster. The continuous poking of sensitive points made Su Hui’s penis erect as well, shooting out gland fluid without anyone touching it. The twisting force of the inner wall made Ning Yixiao let out a muffled grunt; after hammering his prostate fiercely a few times, he also ejaculated.

At the very peak of excitement and happiness, the tide was almost about to disperse the sand group. Su Hui thought, he really would rather just have this one night.

Su Hui’s post-orgasm body was flushing red, like a beautiful piece of red coral burning in the sea of desire. His overly sensitive body was uncontrollably trembling from the pleasure. Ning Yixiao’s act of withdrawing his penis caused him to tremble even more.

Ning Yixiao tied the condom into a knot and threw it into the trash can, reaching out to hold Su Hui, letting him lie in his arms, lowering his head to kiss his eyebrows soothingly, his hands moving along his back to soothe the lingering echoes of his orgasm.

“Little cat is so good, I love you.” Ning Yixiao’s voice was soaked with satisfaction. “I’m not a little cat!” Su Hui regained his energy, buried himself in Ning Yixiao’s arms, his face pressed against his left chest, and said while listening to the violently beating heart under the skin, “I love you too.”

Su Hui suddenly wished a little that time would stop on this champagne-colored night. Here, there were no constraints from family or depressive episodes that would lead one to fall. At this moment, he was vivid and unrestrained; the pain and pleasure given by Ning Yixiao filled him, and he also found a sense of security in being needed amidst his wandering.

The penis under him stood up again. Su Hui reached out to take a condom and unwrapped it, but before he could take it out, his action was stopped by Ning Yixiao.

“Don’t do it again.” You’re a first-timer. Ning Yixiao didn’t finish, just kissed Su Hui, but Su Hui understood his unspoken words.

“Let’s go, take a shower.” Ning Yixiao held Su Hui and went to the bathroom. The two of them were buried in water full of bubbles. Su Hui leaned against Ning Yixiao’s chest, very soft.

Ning Yixiao quickly made the third guarantee, “I will still protect the little cat’s claws well.”

Su Hui just wanted to refute, but his mouth was blocked by Ning Yixiao. Soft lips pressed together, inseparable, just like the two of them.

“Your mouth is so soft, like jelly.” Ning Yixiao spoke indistinctly while holding Su Hui’s lips, his hands lingering on Su Hui’s back.

Su Hui didn’t speak, just wrapped himself around Ning Yixiao and kissed forward. His hands circled Ning Yixiao’s neck, the ball-shaped tongue piercing appearing and disappearing between their pushes and pulls.

Between their lips and teeth, Ning Yixiao suddenly stopped, pretending to be uncomfortable and accusing, “Your tongue piercing scratched me.”

“Really? Open your mouth and let me see.” Su Hui looked at Ning Yixiao somewhat flustered, only realizing he had been tricked when he saw Ning Yixiao couldn’t help but reveal a smile. “You lied to me!”

But he couldn’t continue the accusation; Ning Yixiao kissed the long-coveted collarbone with a chuckle, sucked for a moment, and exerted a little force with his teeth, leaving a tooth mark.

Su Hui’s skin was too sensitive. The palm prints left by Ning Yixiao’s hands on his waist during their intimacy just now would probably turn into blue-purple marks by tomorrow.

Su Hui gradually softened his body again. Ning Yixiao rinsed the bubbles off them and carried him out of the bathtub. The condom that had just been unwrapped was taken into the bathroom by Su Hui unconsciously and left on the washbasin.

When passing the washbasin, Su Hui struggled in Ning Yixiao’s arms, pointing at the neglected condom, wanting to take it back to the room. But Ning Yixiao misunderstood his intention.

Su Hui was pressed onto the washbasin, his penis, with the condom already on, standing ready to enter, pressing against the crack of his buttocks—Ning Yixiao had just held his hand and coaxed him into putting it on for himself.

The back entrance that had just been invaded was still tight. Ning Yixiao pressed Su Hui’s waist and entered slowly. He held Su Hui’s waist with one hand and squeezed his lowered face with the other, forcing him to lift his head and look at the two of them overlapping in the mirror.

The two in the mirror were entangled, like a lotus on a single stalk, unable to escape the fate of withering if separated.

Su Hui watched himself flushing pale red all over. His penis between his legs stood tall without anyone touching it, nodding in the air along with the attacks of the person behind him, occasionally brushing against the cold washbasin in front. The rear-entry position made a protrusion appear on Su Hui’s thin and lean waist; with the entry and exit of the penis, the butterfly on his waist trembled as if to fly away due to the jolting.

“Little cat is so good at eating.” Ning Yixiao sighed against Su Hui’s ear, deliberately emitting heavy gasps, causing Su Hui’s neck and ears, which were already flushed red, to turn even more vivid.

“I told you I’m not a little cat!” The “little cat” was a bit bristled, shrinking its back entrance hard to threaten him, but was triggered into ejaculating by Ning Yixiao’s accelerated movements.

Ning Yixiao, having ejaculated once, was very persistent this time. He felt the back entrance slowly twitching because of the orgasm, waiting for Su Hui to pass his refractory period before attacking again.

Su Hui was pushed into a daze. The excessive pleasure gradually accumulated to a terrifying height, like a roller coaster slowly climbing to the peak, never knowing when it would suddenly plummet. He felt his vision blur; he didn’t know when the tears spilled from his eyes, streaming down his cheeks.

“Why is your face wet?” Ning Yixiao wiped away the tears flowing to the injured area, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

“Yixiao, don’t… I really can’t take it anymore.” Su Hui begged for mercy, praying for a trace of pity from the person behind him.

“Say you are my little cat, and I’ll let you go.” Ning Yixiao kissed his ear.

Su Hui still gave in, completely subdued by Ning Yixiao. “Fine, I am your little cat.”