SA 14.2

Ye Jingsheng, always the reactive type, was the kind of guy who would slap back twice as hard if someone stepped on his tail. Having just escaped death’s door, the last thing he wanted was a lecture. He snapped back immediately, “You’re the one who told me to protect Chen Chen! If it weren’t for you and your damn orders, why the fuck would I go all out like that?! And now you’re here to yell at me? In that situation, if I hadn’t taken that bullet, he’d be the one dead right now!”

Both of them froze after the words left their mouths, as if something fleeting had passed through their heated argument only to vanish without a trace. Fang Yang stood up abruptly, clearing his throat to cover his unease.

Ye Jingsheng wrinkled his nose and said irritably, “You stink of sweat. How many days has it been since you showered?”

“I haven’t just skipped showers, I haven’t slept in days!” Fang Yang snapped, his frustration boiling over.

Ye Jingsheng blinked, then gestured to the newspaper at his side. “All this—you’re behind it?”

Fang Yang didn’t answer, but the murderous aura in his eyes grew stronger. “I’ve put up with him for too long.”

Ye Jingsheng smirked faintly, his lips curling into a half-smile. “Going this hard on him, aren’t you worried he’ll go berserk out of desperation?”

“He doesn’t have time,” Fang Yang replied coldly. “I’ve taken out the Shanxia group’s men who were planted around him. Now he’s too busy trying to clear his name, scrambling to beg his new backers for forgiveness.” He paused, his expression turning slightly annoyed. “Why do I feel like you look smug about this?”

“Which eye of yours sees me looking smug?” Ye Jingsheng retorted with a scoff.

“You seem pretty energetic.” Fang Yang threw a punch at his shoulder, but Ye Jingsheng, still recovering from his injuries, couldn’t dodge in time and grunted in pain.

Realizing he’d hit Ye Jingsheng’s wound, Fang Yang’s face immediately tensed. He quickly pulled up Ye Jingsheng’s shirt to inspect the injury, his brows furrowing. “This wound looks bad. I heard the bullet was one of those specialized explosive rounds—”

Ye Jingsheng grabbed Fang Yang’s hand, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. “There’s another spot that’s fucked up pretty bad. Wanna feel for yourself?”

Fang Yang’s hand slid under the blanket, and his lips curled into a wolfish grin as he grabbed hold. “No shit. This is wrecked alright.”

Ye Jingsheng burst into laughter. “Fang Yang, we’re nothing but a pair of crazy bastards.”

Fang Yang’s grip tightened, his strokes slow as he murmured darkly, “If I wasn’t, you think I’d still be doing this with you.” He cut off mid-sentence, leaning down and taking Ye Jingsheng fully into his mouth.

“Fuck.” Ye Jingsheng hissed, his head tilting back as a guttural moan escaped him. Fang Yang wasn’t just good, he was too good. No one had ever made him feel this fucked up, this fucking good. His hips jerked up, trying to push deeper, but Fang Yang pressed him back down, growling around him, “Stop moving. Let me work.”

Ye Jingsheng’s fingers dug into Fang Yang’s hair, his body arching as waves of pleasure wracked him. The weeks of built-up frustration burned away quickly as his breaths turned ragged. He slapped Fang Yang’s back, “Enough… fuck… enough… Fang Yang, let me..”

Fang Yang let go with a wet pop, climbing up the bed. His breathing was uneven, and he didn’t bother taking off his shirt as he yanked his pants down. “You wanna fuck?”

Ye Jingsheng didn’t answer, just stared at him through half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling heavily.

In a flash, Fang Yang leaned in, slamming their mouths together in a rough, desperate kiss.

“Fang Yang… fuck, Fang Yang!” Ye Jingsheng moaned, even as his wounds throbbed painfully. He grabbed Fang Yang’s ass, his fingers slipping between the cleft, teasing the sensitive skin there. Fang Yang flushed red, but instead of fighting back, he stayed still.

“This time, I’ll fuck you with the ‘real gun,’ alright? Maybe then you’ll stop acting like a damn brat,” Ye Jingsheng growled, his hand sliding lower, groping and taunting.

Fang Yang clenched his jaw, his voice breathy and strained. “Just shut the fuck up. Stop squirming around, you’re still injured. Let me handle this..”

Only ten fucking days apart… Why the hell do I need him so bad? Fang Yang thought, before pressing down on Ye Jingsheng, losing himself completely.

Hearing about Ye Jingsheng severe injury, why had he been so panicked and out of control?

Straddling Ye Jingsheng’s waist, Fang Yang lowered his body slowly. It was a position he had never tried before. It’s humiliating, yet laced with undeniable excitement. As the thick head pushed in, both of them gasped sharply, a jolt of electric pleasure surging through their bodies. It was a sensation only this man could bring.

Fang Yang furrowed his brows, his breaths ragged and heavy, but his movements became faster, more desperate. Tilting his head back, he let out a sharp, gasping moan. “Fuck… being with you really turns me into a goddamn lunatic.”

Ye Jingsheng suddenly reached out and gripped Fang Yang’s hard, trembling shaft firmly, stroking it roughly. Fang Yang cursed and cried out, his arousal spilling out uncontrollably and dripping down onto Ye Jingsheng’s abdomen.

Ye Jingsheng no longer cared about his injuries. Straining to lift his upper body, he grinned wickedly as he tried to get a good look at Fang Yang’s lustful expression. “Yang ge… I swear I want to fuck you to death.” He punctuated his words by pinching Fang Yang’s sensitive nipple hard. Fang Yang hadn’t expected it at all. His body went limp, and he collapsed heavily onto Jingsheng’s lap.

“Ah!!!” They both cried out at the same time. Fang Yang’s lips parted like a fish out of water as he panted heavily. “How… how the fuck are you this big… Goddamn it, Ye Jingsheng, are you even human?!”

Hearing this, Ye Jingsheng couldn’t hold back any longer. His body convulsed violently as he let out a hoarse shout, his climax hitting him hard. He spilled deep inside, heat surging through him in an overpowering wave. Fang Yang gritted his teeth and muttered through the haze of pleasure, “Fuck… take it out already. It’s too damn hot. Ye Jingsheng… ah… enough… Sheng…”

After their fevered passion, the two remained half-naked, holding each other tightly. Fang Yang leaned slightly to the side, careful not to put pressure on Ye Jingsheng’s injuries.

Ye Jingsheng licked his lips, his expression so relaxed that Fang Yang couldn’t help but laugh. Clearly, he’d been pent up for far too long. And Fang Yang? Well, he hadn’t touched anyone else in these past few weeks, either. Realizing this lifted Fang Yang’s spirits, and even the shame of being the one to initiate began to fade away.

Why would he care about anything else now? In this entire world, the only one who could treat him like this was this seductive “King Cobra” right before him.

“Chen ge doesn’t use guns?” Ye Jingsheng suddenly asked, breaking the moment of silence.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him use one. He’s not like us,” Fang Yang replied, his tone softer. “If it weren’t for the old man forcing him to take over Hongyun, he probably wouldn’t have had anything to do with all this fighting and killing.” He paused for a moment, then lowered his head slightly. “Ah Sheng, have you ever thought about staying with Hongyun forever?”

Ye Jingsheng froze, caught off guard. Another person, saying the same thing.

You’ve been wandering for far too long, If Ye Ling really wakes up, are you still planning to drift aimlessly, dragging him along with you?

Ye Jingsheng fell silent.

The sound of a knock on the door startled both of them. For a moment, they panicked, assuming it was Chen Chen. Fang Yang hurriedly pulled a blanket over Ye Jingsheng and tugged up his pants in a flurry.

Unexpectedly, it was Xiao Jie who walked in. The moment his brows furrowed, Ye Jingsheng’s face flushed slightly. Xiao Jie had spent years in the world of debauchery and indulgence—he didn’t need more than a sniff to catch the lingering scent of lust in the room. One look at the two of them, even a blind man could tell what had just happened.

Xiao Jie was likely the only person in their circle who wasn’t afraid of Fang Yang. He shot him a cold glare without even a perfunctory greeting before brushing past him to sit at Ye Jingsheng’s side. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared, his expression unreadable. Finally, he opened his mouth and said just one sentence:

“You got hurt again.”

Ye Jingsheng smiled and patted him on the collar: “Made you worry again. I won’t dare next time. How did you get in?”

If Hongyun wasn’t willing to let people in, ten Xiao Jie wouldn’t be able to enter.

Xiao Jie could only calm his emotions and forced a smile: “Chen Chen brought me in.”

Ye Jingsheng and Fang Yang looked at each other, saying nothing.