EWH 33

Yang Moshou hurriedly chased after them. He pushed through the crowd and leapt onto Xu Wanhe like a carp flipping through water.

Xu Wanhe had just given Mo Mo a headbutt and hadn’t even had time to throw a punch when Yang Moshou wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, straddling his waist like an octopus, completely blocking him from moving.

Yang Moshou held onto Xu Wanhe with all his strength, pressing his face against the man’s sun-scorched, burning-hot skin. “Stop it. There’s a police station nearby. Someone might call the cops.”

Mo Mo had a buzz cut, so Xu couldn’t get a good grip on him. Now with Yang Moshou pulling and clinging onto him, he lost his hold completely.

Ignoring the warning, Xu Wanhe raised his foot, ready to kick Mo Mo.

“You think I’m scared of the cops? Fuck! Fuck you, don’t run!”

Ten guys had already surrounded Mo Mo, itching for a fight. They were just waiting for Xu Wanhe to give the word.

Usually, when Xu Wanhe beat someone up, he did not like others interfering. Even if he needed help, he would give the order himself.

He kicked twice, then realized he had no shoes on. So he switched to the other foot, but just as he lifted it, Yang Moshou puckered his lips and leaned in to kiss him.

Xu Wanhe turned his head to dodge, but Yang Moshou’s lips landed squarely on his cheek.

“Baby… be good… one kiss and you won’t be mad anymore…”

Xu Wanhe’s scalp tingled, and he shuddered all over in disgust. “Fuck you!”

He pointed at Mo Mo. “Beat him up! Hahaha…”

Yang Moshou freed one hand and started tickling Xu Wanhe’s side. “Don’t be mad. Why are you trying to beat people up? He’s just someone I have lunch with. We just ate together, that’s all…”

“Hahaha, fuck off… we’re fighting here, stop tickling me… hahaha…”

One of the guys had been thinking about pulling Yang Moshou off because Xu Wanhe looked like he was struggling. But as soon as Xu Wanhe gave the order, they all turned and started surrounding Mo Mo to begin the beating.

But because there were too many people and only one target, it was easy to hit the wrong person. Two of the newly recruited guys kicked for a whole second before someone reminded them they were kicking one of their own. Both felt embarrassed and quickly stopped to apologize to each other.

But Mo Mo was no easy target either.

Sports academies were never exactly peaceful places, and the one Mo Mo attended was right next to a police academy. The two schools had brawled several times with the teachers’ college on the west side. The biggest fight involved over two hundred people. Mo Mo had taken part in a few of those, so he had some solid experience in large group fights.

Since he had trained in sprinting, he was especially good at breaking through encirclements.

He looked up and saw that Yang Moshou had already pinned down the most dangerous fighter. Mo Mo quickly formed a plan.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Mo aimed and landed a solid kick at one of the underlings, making the guy clutch his stomach and squat down with a grimace.

He took a few hits from behind, but ignored them. Without even fighting back, he darted straight through the gap he created, bringing out the best of his four-hundred-meter steady sprinting speed. In less than two minutes, he had pulled far ahead of the gang chasing him.

The alley led south to a hospital and north to a residential area attached to the hospital.

Mo Mo sprinted north without looking back. When he finally glanced over his shoulder after crossing the entrance to the neighborhood, the guys were already half a street behind.

In that moment of glancing back, Mo Mo accidentally ran straight into a neighborhood banner, crashing through it like he was breaking the finish line at the end of a race. For a split second, it even felt a little satisfying.

But he did not dare to relax. He was afraid that if the gang realized they could not catch him, they might drive after him instead. If that happened, he would really be in trouble. Better to run while he had the advantage and lose them in the alleys while he still could.

As the whole group, looking like an eleven-man soccer team, stampeded down the street after Mo Mo, Yang Moshou finally stopped tickling Xu Wanhe.

Now free, Xu Wanhe grabbed Yang Moshou by the back of his collar and lifted him straight off.

Yang Moshou’s neck disappeared into his shirt.

“Let go,” he mumbled.

Xu Wanhe was burning with rage. “What the fuck are you trying to pull? You messing with me?”

“All I did was tickle you. If you get angry all the time, it’s bad for your liver and can cause constipation.”

Xu’s coarse fingers jabbed hard at Yang Moshou’s forehead. A vein popped on his temple. “Don’t play dumb. You trying to put a green hat on me or what?”

Yang Moshou’s expression shifted, somewhere between startled and amused.

“No I’m not. The only hat I put on you was a wide-brimmed one. Gold, too.”

“Still pretending?”

Yang Moshou looked at him, thought for a second. “I’m not even your boyfriend. What kind of green hat could I put on you?”

Xu Wanhe was about to curse again, but that line shut him up instantly.

He stood there confused, wondering why the hell he was so fired up like he’d swallowed a stick of dynamite.

Yang Moshou grinned. “You’re jealous…”

Xu Wanhe’s face turned the color of pig liver. He struggled to find words.

“Bullshit!”

He grabbed Yang Moshou, yanked open the car door, and shoved him inside. “You’re coming with me!”

“Where are we going?” Yang Moshou checked the time as he got in. “My shift’s about to start. Just drop me at work.”

Xu Wanhe slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You think I’m your damn taxi driver? You’re not going back to work this afternoon.”

Yang Moshou shot him a sideways glance. “Can’t do that. If I don’t show up, they’ll dock my pay. I make a hundred a day, you know.”

Xu Wanhe started the car, popped open the glove compartment, and slapped a wad of cash right into Yang Moshou’s face.
“Here’s your goddamn money!”

Yang Moshou quickly gathered the scattered bills, straightened them out neatly. “Throwing money at me to insult me, huh?”

After counting it, he stuffed it into his pocket. “Seriously, you beat up my friend and still treat me like crap. Why should I skip work for you?”

Xu Wanhe was so angry it felt like his skull might explode. “Oh really? You’re growing some balls now, huh? You even learned how to talk back!”

He slammed the brakes in front of a chain hotel and yanked Yang Moshou out of the passenger seat.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you!”

Yang Moshou was about to jump out and run, but the moment he heard that, he changed his mind real fast.

Part of him was looking forward to it, though another part was worried about his poor little ass.

They got a room and made their way upstairs, shoving and pushing each other the whole time.

On the surface, Yang Moshou acted reluctant, but deep down he was thoroughly enjoying how sour and jealous Xu Wanhe looked while threatening to fuck him.

Once inside, Xu Wanhe carried him and threw him onto the bed. Yang Moshou kicked him twice, playing out some mock struggle like he was about to get raped.

The more Yang Moshou resisted, the more bitter Xu Wanhe felt inside.

He pinned him down hard, yanked off his pants in just a few rough moves.

The sudden rush of cold air hit his lower body. Yang Moshou felt his ass being spread open, the tight hole blatantly exposed to Xu Wanhe’s hungry gaze.

Something hot and hard pressed against it but didn’t go in.

Yang Moshou quickly arched his back and raised his hips. “If you’re gonna rape me, at least use lube… or my asshole’s gonna tear…”

With red eyes, Xu Wanhe ripped open the lube from the nightstand, squeezed a bit onto the puckered hole, and shoved his cock straight in.

Yang Moshou’s ass clapped loudly under the fierce thrusting. Xu Wanhe grunted between thrusts, “Holding hands with someone else, huh? Holding hands with someone else? I’ll fuck you to death.”

Yang Moshou lay on the bed, legs spread wide, his guts burning like they were about to catch fire under the relentless pounding.

“…Ah… oh… what’s it to you… what’s it to you… mmm… harder… do it harder…”