EWH 34

After a bit of arguing, they stopped fighting altogether.

Xu Wanhe grabbed Yang Moshou’s ass and slammed his cock all the way in.

Yang Moshou had half his face buried in the pillow, unconsciously arching his back to meet each thrust, moaning nonstop from the pleasure. “Ah… ah… help me… help… it’s so deep…”

Xu Wanhe was feeling good too, but his anger hadn’t completely faded. He had wanted to fuck this man until he was crying and begging for mercy.

Yang Moshou kept shouting “no,” but from the sounds he was making, there was not a hint of pain. Instead, he sounded like he was about to lose his mind from pleasure.

When Xu Wanhe flipped him over, the man did not even bother pretending to resist. He spread his legs wide open, touching himself with one hand while rubbing Xu Wanhe’s nipple with the other, making Xu Wanhe tremble from head to toe.

Although he still felt a little repulsed, he was more used to it now, so he didn’t lose his temper again. He just thrust his hips a few times in a row, slamming into him hard. “Slut!”

Yang Moshou was already too far gone to think straight from the overwhelming pleasure. “…mm… I’m not a slut…”

Xu Wanhe thrust harder. “Not a slut? Then why’s your ass clenching so damn tight?”

“I’m not… I was born with a naturally tight rectum…”

Xu Wanhe watched as the hard shaft on Yang Moshou’s lower belly started to throb and twitch under the rubbing. His hole was also clenching tightly, showing he was about to cum. Xu Wanhe drove into him faster and deeper.

“Not a slut? Then why were you holding hands with someone else in the middle of the street?”

“…Mmm… I’ll hold hands with you too if you want…” Yang Moshou’s chest heaved violently. His cock was rock hard, pressing straight against his lower belly. “…I’m gonna cum… hurry… hurry up… kiss me…”

He reached out and pulled Xu Wanhe down.

Xu Wanhe had been focused on pounding into him and didn’t catch on right away. It wasn’t until he felt himself being hugged around the neck that he realized what was happening.

Yang Moshou whimpered and gasped, his face flushed red, his hole clenching so hard it made Xu Wanhe wince from the pressure.

There was a sudden slick warmth across his chest and stomach. That little bastard had cum all over him.

Xu Wanhe wanted to curse him out but ended up too breathless to say anything.

Yang Moshou’s lips were soft, clinging to his. There was a faint sweet scent of tea on his breath.

His hand loosened a little but he did not let go of his mouth.

The two of them were way too close, so close their faces were pressed together, their breaths tangled into one.

Xu Wanhe suddenly felt a little awkward and quickly pulled away.

“Fuck you, what the hell are you doing?”

Yang Moshou lay spread out on the bed like a starfish, his eyelashes wet with sweat, his dark eyes rolling lazily under those single eyelids. “Kissing you,”

After saying that, he lazily stretched out his arm and grabbed Xu Wanhe’s hand, intertwining their fingers together.

“Come on. You’re a grown man and still so petty. Seriously. Stop being mad. I’ll hold your hand.”

Xu Wanhe was about to shake him off, but before he could, the little bastard started swinging their joined hands back and forth.
“Holding hands, holding hands, all the way until the very end~”

Yang Moshou lay there, covered in sweat, face flushed red, singing away without a care.

God knows whose song it was.

Xu Wanhe had been about to blow up at him again, but hearing that idiot sing so well, he actually thought Yang Moshou was kind of talented.

Xu Wanhe himself could not sing for shit. He had always envied people who could sing well.

Every time he went out drinking or to a karaoke joint and saw someone who could sing, he’d sneak a few extra glances. He would even jot down the songs they sang, then go home, buy the CDs, set up a sound system, kick his younger brothers out, and quietly try singing along by himself.

But because he was hopelessly tone-deaf, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t sing well. In frustration, he ended up snapping the discs in half.

Yang Moshou, though, sang beautifully.
What was even more impressive was that, after screaming for so long in bed, he could still sing like that. Truly talented.

“Hold hold hold hands forever ten fingers interlocked”

“Black doggie, I’ll stay by your side forever~~”

Yang Moshou’s hands were slender and soft, nothing like his own, which were rough and calloused.

He never thought that holding hands with someone could actually feel this good.
No wonder so many young people loved holding hands when they were in love.

The word love made Xu Wanhe freeze for a moment.

Could it be… he actually liked him?

But right after that thought crossed his mind, he felt disgusted with himself.

Xu Wanhe thought Yang Moshou was kind of an idiot. Not even that good looking.
Honestly, taking him out would just be embarrassing.

But truth be told, this guy actually suited his tastes quite well. He was talented too. He could write rhyming poems, play games like a pro, sing beautifully, and had fair skin.

But just because someone suited him, did that mean it was liking?

What did it even mean to like someone?

All Xu Wanhe knew was that he had known Tang Ziyan for years before he realized he liked him. He waited for him until his heart felt like it was tearing itself apart.

But this little doctor didn’t make his chest ache. How the hell could he call that liking?

Yang Moshou’s throat was a little dry.
“Hey, I finished singing. Let’s go get some milk tea. I know a place that’s really good.”

Xu Wanhe snapped back to reality.
“Fuck your mother, I haven’t even cum yet.”

Yang Moshou sat up, watching that soft thing slide out from behind him.
“You are already soft. What the hell are you trying to cum with? Come on, let’s get milk tea.”

Xu Wanhe felt a flash of anger.

The whole point of getting a room was to fuck him into submission. But instead of getting Yang Moshou to give in, he ended up getting won over by the way he sang.

Now the little bastard was all refreshed, leaving him lying on the bed while he went to shower and get ready to head out.

Xu Wanhe’s face turned even darker.
He got out of bed, kicked open the bathroom door, grabbed the guy out from under the shower, stroked himself hard, and bent him over the sink to fuck him.

This time he came inside.

After they were done, Yang Moshou squatted on the toilet for half an hour, waiting for the cum to drain out before he finally showered.

By the time they both finished cleaning up, it was already around four in the afternoon.

Yang Moshou followed behind Xu Wanhe as they headed downstairs. “It’s about time for dinner.”

Xu Wanhe had a blank face, cigarette between his lips. “What do you want to eat?”

Yang Moshou thought for a moment. “Let’s get some rice noodles…”

Xu Wanhe did not agree or refuse.
He just called one of his guys and told him roughly where he was, asking them to come pick him up.

Even though he had driven there himself and could’ve just gone back, with his kind of status, he avoided being out alone unless it was late at night when he went out for a drive. Dragging this little brat to get a room earlier was only because he had been absolutely furious.

After handling the checkout, the two of them walked out one after the other.
Just as they stepped out, they saw a Buick van parked in front of Xu Wanhe’s car.
The license plates were all covered up.

Xu Wanhe frowned slightly. Through the window, he could see the van was packed with people. He had a bad feeling about it.

These days, it was impossible for a boss not to have enemies. Getting beaten with a bat would already be considered getting off easy. He could only hope this group did not have guns and would not end up getting him killed.

A bunch of guys climbed out of the van.
All young punks, probably just starting out.

New blood was always reckless and fearless. Back then, Xu Wanhe had been just as brainless and bold at their age.

“So you are Wang San, huh. Only one ear for real.” The one leading the group had a buzz cut.

“Finding you was a real bitch. By the way, don’t think you can act all high and mighty just because your boss is Xu Wanhe. You better stop doing shady shit and maybe save yourself a few years of life. Consider today a little lesson. Go home and think hard about what you did wrong.”

Yang Moshou’s face went pale. He stepped forward. “You’ve got the wrong guy… he’s not Wang San…”

“Getting cold feet now? Cut the crap. There are not many one-eared guys with dark skin around here.”

Yang Moshou kept trying to reason. “He really isn’t. He’s got an ID. He can show you…”

Xu Wanhe gave him a shove backward.
“Get lost. Go find somewhere to hide.”

Then he added, “Count to twenty. If I haven’t handled it by then, call the cops.”

The punks did not wait. They pulled out blades and rushed in.

Xu Wanhe let out a cold laugh and walked straight toward them. “Which bastard forgot to zip up and let a bunch of idiots like you loose?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the buzz cut guy right in the crotch, then grabbed his head as he doubled over and slammed it hard against the hood of the car.

Yang Moshou found a corner and started counting.

“One, two, ah!”

He was so focused on counting he forgot to hide. Someone snuck up behind him and kicked him to the ground, almost knocking his teeth out.

Xu Wanhe had already knocked out two of them.

When he glanced back and saw what happened, his heart clenched tight.