EWH 14

After throwing up, Yang Moshou wanted to rinse his mouth, so he picked up a half-full glass of water on the table and chugged it.
After rinsing, he realized there was nowhere to spit, so he spat it right back into the cup.

Weirdly enough, he felt a lot more sober afterward.

There was a dull ache behind him, and a lingering heat inside.

But outside, the air was cold and biting.

Yang Moshou stood there for a full minute, then slowly started buttoning up his shirt and turned back toward the billiards room.

Xu Wanhe had already pulled his pants back on and was leaning against the pool table, smoking.

His strong muscles had a light honey tone to them, still slick with sweat that hadn’t dried.

With a cigarette between his lips, Xu Wanhe watched as Yang Moshou walked back in and bent down to pick up his clothes from the floor.

Between his legs, his cock still hung semi-hard after climaxing.

The fact that he stayed here, didn’t lash out, and waited for the guy to come back…
Even Xu Wanhe was a little surprised at himself.

He was curious what this kid would do next.

But Yang Moshou kept his eyes down the whole time, never once looking at him. He silently pulled on his underwear, then his pants.

Like he was the only one in the room.

When ash fell onto his pants, Xu Wanhe seemed to snap out of it and quickly flicked it off, and took another drag.

He ended up coughing hard from it.

Yang Moshou put on his shoes and lifted an eyebrow, glancing at Xu Wanhe.

Xu Wanhe didn’t find that cool or charming at all. Honestly, it looked dumb as hell.

But somehow, it wasn’t annoying either.

After a while, Yang Moshou finally spoke. “I’m leaving. I won’t be throwing myself at you again.”

Xu Wanhe flicked his ash. Watching him pack up his ass and walk away left an odd twinge in his chest.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Yang Moshou gave him a glance. “We’re done. What else do you want?”

After saying that, he didn’t move. He just stood there, waiting.

He waited a long time.

Long enough for his patience to completely wear out.

Yang Moshou was getting irritated. “Say something.”

Xu Wanhe was still stuck on how he reacted earlier.

There was something strange about it. Awkward, even.

It felt like playing with a fun toy, and then when it came time to toss it aside, he suddenly didn’t really want to.

The problem was, he was never the type to get attached.

Just thinking that made Xu Wanhe feel unsettled.

“Get the fuck out! Hurry up and get lost! If I see you again, I’ll break your damn legs!”

Yang Moshou walked over to the pool table, pulled a few balls out of the net pocket, weighed them in his hand, then started chucking them at Xu Wanhe.

“Xu Shimei! Xu Shimei!”

One ball hit the wall and rolled to the floor. The other smashed straight into the window, shattering the glass into pieces.

Xu Wanhe exploded and jumped up, slamming the little bastard to the ground.

“Fuck your mother! You think I won’t beat your ass just because I’ve held back?”

Yang Moshou flailed under him. “My mom’s out of town. You got the balls to fuck her from a thousand miles away?”

Xu Wanhe was so pissed he threw a punch, hitting Yang Moshou square in the nose. The sting shot straight to his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, that punch would’ve sent blood flying.

But this time, it just made Yang Moshou tear up. He swung back with a slap but hit the leg of the table instead. His eyes welled up even more.

Xu Wanhe had been in street fights for over a decade. His reflexes were sharp. Watching Yang Moshou flail like that made him burst out laughing.

“Trying to hit me? Kid, you’ll need ten more years of training.”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before Yang Moshou reached up and viciously pinched his right nipple.

It didn’t hurt much, but it gave him full-body goosebumps in the worst way.

“You… fucking…”

Xu Wanhe smacked his hand away and immediately started yanking down his pants.

They ended up rolling on the floor, fists and limbs tangled.

Xu Wanhe didn’t actually use much strength, but Yang Moshou was going all out like his life depended on it.

Eventually, Xu Wanhe pinned him down, breathing hot and heavy right into his face.

“You’re something else. You really that into me?”

Yang Moshou couldn’t move but still spat at him.

“You’re a fucking lunatic.”

“Enough. Fuck.” Xu Wanhe swallowed his disgust. “Don’t disappear. Leave your number.”

“Oh? Then I guess your madness is cured.”