PBMM CH27

What was going on…

Was He Qing’s mind completely blank? He lay blankly beneath his lover as kisses fell upon his ears, while hands that didn’t belong to his lover wantonly roamed over his body. Right in front of… Xinyang…

The alcohol had completely worn off.

He Qing tried to struggle out of Feng Xinyang’s confinement, but the large hands that had once gently stroked the top of his head were completely devoid of pity at this moment. Disregarding the pain it might cause the person beneath him, they tightened their grip even more.

“Xinyang… Xinyang…” He Qing was terrified. Yan Xizhi’s hands were still unfastening his buttons, his movements slow and full of enjoyment. Forcing down the nausea welling up from the bottom of his heart, the youth’s voice trembled as he cried out to his lover for help, “Xinyang, don’t do this… I’m scared…”

Those two words, “I’m scared,” even carried a sobbing tone.

He desperately hoped his lover would save him, but Feng Xinyang kept his head buried, sucking out ambiguous pink marks on his body. His voice was frivolous, even carrying a hint of delighted soothing: “Don’t be afraid, baby. Xizhi won’t hurt you.”

The instant he heard these words, He Qing raised his eyes in a daze. The lights on the ceiling were incredibly blinding, blinding him so much that… his heart hurt…

Yan Xizhi looked down from above, watching the brilliance in the youth’s eyes turn ashen, watching despair taint those beautiful eyes. He curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction, slightly leaning over, attempting to kiss and nuzzle the youth’s fair, delicate face.

“Go away!!” With a pale face, completely disregarding his tightly pinned hands, He Qing struggled desperately. But after all, he was only one person, and a frail doctor at that; how could he match the strength of two men joining forces to subdue him!

“Get lost! Get out!”

No matter how hard they pressed him down, the youth thrashed like a madman. Even if his hands and feet couldn’t move, his body still twisted and struggled. The unbuttoned clothes gradually fell open with his thrashing, revealing fair skin to the men’s eyes.

Feng Xinyang found it somewhat strange. Why was this lover’s resistance so fierce this time? It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given him money. But very quickly, his unprincipled brain automatically provided an explanation: He must be playing hard to get to add some spice.

Believing he had figured it out, Feng Xinyang revealed a rather pleased smile. He lifted his head somewhat groggily and flashed a smile at the pathetically struggling He Qing. “Alright, stop struggling. I’ll love on you right now.”

At first, He Qing didn’t understand what he meant, until Feng Xinyang started pulling off his pants.

So… so disgusting…

How could they be so disgusting…

He Qing bit his lip tightly until the taste of blood gradually spread. His usually gentle eyes were now filled with despair and pain, thrashing and writhing like a fish on the verge of death. For a moment, the two men actually couldn’t do anything to him.

Yan Xizhi was kicked several times, and a patch on his hand quickly swelled up. He couldn’t bear to hurt He Qing, but seeing the prey he had salivated over for so long right in front of him yet unable to make a move, a look of urgency dyed his beautiful face. He abruptly yelled loudly at Zhao He, who had been silently watching from the side: “A-He, come help!”

Hearing the name ‘A-He’, He Qing’s movements stopped.

Only at this moment did he remember that there wasn’t just Feng Xinyang and Yan Xizhi in this private room. The youth crazily struggled to lift his head, looking in Zhao He’s direction. His voice was hoarse and desperate, “A-He! A-He save me, save me!”

“A-He!! A-He!!”

“Help me, A-He!”

Zhao He had remained motionless the entire time, holding his wine glass. Sitting high and mighty in his seat, he watched his former lover, who was pinned beneath the men with a large patch of fair skin exposed. Seeing the despair and begging filling those teary eyes, he slowly put down his wine glass. One corner of his lips curled up. He leaned forward slightly, meeting those eyes: “Why should I save you?”

Carrying a hint of crazed amusement, the gaze he leveled at He Qing was full of hatred. “When I needed you the most, did you save me?”

The youth was stunned. From the very first glance when he reunited with Zhao He, to the three of them coming to his home, and finally, this so-called ‘apology dinner’…

Watching the two locking eyes, Yan Xizhi felt an unprovoked surge of irritation in his heart. The joy of finally getting the A-Qing he had longed for didn’t seem as intense anymore. He impatiently interrupted Zhao He: “Are you coming or not!”

Under He Qing’s despairing gaze, Zhao He slowly straightened his back. “No need, I find him dirty.”

Those lightweight words felt like a sharp blade, viciously stabbing into the heart of the pale-faced youth.

He… found him dirty…?

Yan Xizhi curled his lips. If they were talking about being dirty, who could be dirtier than the few of them? They all played around together; who didn’t know who? When he looked down again, He Qing was staring blankly, his face ashen, not even struggling anymore. Feng Xinyang was still blindly groping over the youth’s body in a daze.

He Qing lay on the seat, his bloodshot eyes filled with specks of tears. As Yan Xizhi looked on, an unexpected surge of heartache actually welled up in his chest. He startled even himself and quickly waved off this emotion, which was highly abnormal for him. Happily preparing to enjoy a grand feast, he suddenly noticed the youth’s complexion wasn’t quite right.

He Qing’s face was deathly pale, and his once pink lips were turning purple. His eyes were brimming with tears, terrifyingly red, and his mouth was clamped shut as he stared blankly into the depths of the void.

Yan Xizhi shakily placed a finger under the youth’s nose—sure enough, there was no breath. Is A-Qing planning to suffocate himself to death because he’s so angry at that guy Zhao He?

The moment this thought arose, a heartbroken expression appeared on the beautiful man’s face. He hurriedly pushed the youth: “A-Qing, don’t…” The moment his hand touched He Qing’s bare arm, the person whose lips were purple from holding his breath violently shuddered and coughed lightly. Before Yan Xizhi could even let out a sigh of relief—

“Blergh!”

The youth hunched over the seat and vomited completely dry. Yan Xizhi was scared stiff. By the time the youth finally calmed down and he tried to comfort him again, the youth started vomiting uncontrollably the instant he was touched. By the end, nothing would come out, and he was just lying there dry heaving.

An idea surfaced in Yan Xizhi’s mind, but he didn’t dare confirm it. His beautiful features displayed an innocent confusion. “A-Qing, A-Qing, are you…”

Hearing him call his name, He Qing, completely drained of energy from vomiting, still insisted on turning his head to look at him. However, the eyes looking at Yan Xizhi were full of hatred and disgust: “You are truly disgusting.”

The beautiful man froze.

Instantly, he relaxed his expression with an uncaring look. “It doesn’t matter, disgusting is fine. Look around, A-Qing, who here isn’t disgusting?”

He stretched out his body, pressing comfortably against his prey. His pleasant voice was like a demonic incantation, “As long as A-Qing is mine, I don’t care about whether it’s disgusting or not.”

Under He Qing’s loathing gaze, he picked up the completely limp youth, placing him on the sofa with a gentleness that could even be called doting. Backlit, the man’s features were exquisite, just like an elf, yet an evil smile hung on his lips. “A-Qing, you don’t like them, right?”

The hand Zhao He rested on the armrest jerked violently. He remained expressionless, but his eyes darted toward He Qing’s direction.

“You like Xinyang, but Xinyang is willing to share you with me.” Like a devil’s whisper, Yan Xizhi slowly leaned close to the youth’s ear. “You like Zhao He, right? But he hates you. Tricking you out here—this was entirely A-He’s idea…”

He coaxed softly, “Now, does A-Qing still like them?”

“Since A-Qing doesn’t like them anymore, you might as well like me. I will love you and cherish you properly…”

Watching the youth’s body gradually go limp, Yan Xizhi’s body trembled with excitement. Soon, very soon, A-Qing would completely become his alone!

He let his guard down, loosening the hands pinning the youth down. The very next second, as he expectantly awaited an answer, the person beneath him shoved him away with all his might. The youth rolled over, stood up, and fled toward the door. Before he could even take a few steps, his legs suddenly gave out, and he stumbled, falling to one knee on the soft carpet.

Panting heavily, He Qing could clearly hear his heart pounding furiously. From deep within his body surged an unnatural heat, and his vision blurred.

“You… you…”

Unceremoniously shoved to the floor, Yan Xizhi nimbly stood up. Walking to the youth’s side in a few steps, he said somewhat aggrievedly, “A-Qing, how could you push me? It hurt.”

He Qing’s chest heaved violently in anger, “Shameless, shameless!”

“Don’t blame me.” Yan Xizhi giggled, forcefully helping the person back onto the sofa. “Isn’t this our first time? I just wanted to ensure a good start so A-Qing would get a taste of it and never be able to leave me…”

“Come, be a good boy, let me help you take off your clothes.”

He Qing’s body was burning hot. The itch rising from deep within his heart made him grit his teeth in hatred, but it was to no avail. Like an immobile toy, he allowed Yan Xizhi to have his way with him. Watching the clothes on his body being peeled off piece by piece, he looked at Zhao He in despair. Even though he couldn’t speak, his gaze was full of pleading.

Save me, A-He!

Please save me!

Please…

Zhao He looked at him, and ultimately, coldly looked away.

He Qing couldn’t move, but tears slid down his face drop by drop, only to be completely sucked away, not leaving a single drop, by the beautiful man above him.

No one knew the despair and helplessness in his heart at this moment. Feeling Yan Xizhi’s hand reaching downwards, He Qing closed his eyes and bit down hard on his teeth. He tried his best to scream, but the voice that came out was so frail that only the man above him could hear it: “I hate you…”

Yan Xizhi’s hand paused, and then he revealed another smile. “A-Qing, you only have me left. We will be together.”

[Ding, Yan Xizhi’s favorability: 92.]

[Pipe Dream.]

Yan Xizhi smoothly pulled down the youth’s pants. Looking at the fair, strong legs, just as he couldn’t help but reach out his hand to stroke them, the door to the private room suddenly opened. In an instant, Yan Xizhi grabbed the clothes nearby to cover the youth’s nearly naked body. He looked out the door with the irritation of having his good time interrupted, only to see Ning Feng, radiating a chilling aura, glaring coldly at them.

Yan Xizhi’s face twitched unnaturally for a second. “Ning Feng, why are you here.”

The aloof man acted as if he didn’t see the youth pinned beneath him. He merely glanced at Feng Xinyang, who was ignored by everyone and sleeping on the table. “Xinyang called me over.”

“He asked me to look after his boyfriend for a bit.”

A light of hope appeared in the despairing youth’s eyes. He tried hard to look towards Ning Feng, but could only see the man’s long, perfectly straight legs. The drugs had completely engulfed him; He Qing couldn’t hear what the men said. But ultimately, under Yan Xizhi’s unwilling gaze, he was picked up by the cold and stern man, along with the clothes draped over him, and left this nightmare of a private room.

Ning Feng scooped the youth up into his arms. Beneath the cover of the clothes was smooth, tender skin. As he touched this intoxicating texture, the agonizing pain deep in his heart, which had never ceased for a single second, slowly subsided, ultimately returning to peace.

The man’s face didn’t change in the slightest, but his amber eyes gradually darkened. His long, powerful hands slowly tightened around the skin hidden beneath the youth’s clothes, as if he had found his only salvation.

He got into the car, his voice normal: “Go home.”

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Author’s Note:

He Qing: Heh, bought Pipe Dream for nothing again. Garbage system, I bet you won’t give me a refund!

The Shura Field has officially begun, and the true Gong Ning Feng has joined the battlefield.