WP Chapter 47

What did it feel like to be sickeningly sweet together? It felt exactly like how Si Shaorong felt now. He and Jiang Yibai had laid everything out between them. No more secrets, no more need to hide anything.

That sense of mutual acceptance, of allowing each other fully into one another’s private space, was incredibly comforting. Even the resistance and unease Jiang Yibai had expected to feel at the beginning were nowhere to be found. Si Shaorong had moved into Jiang Yibai’s master bedroom, and now the two of them shared a bed. Waking up every morning to find the other person lying beside him felt like he had finally stepped out of winter into spring. His heart bloomed, and every single day felt fresh, vivid, and full of passion.

As summer drew to an end, schools around the city began reopening one after another. Jiang Yibai’s busy schedule started to ease up.

Just before the summer break ended, Sun Ying successfully passed her level test. The Sun family invited Jiang Yibai out for a celebratory meal, and Jiang Yibai brought Si Shaorong along as well.

The Sun family only knew Si Shaorong as a tenant. From the way he and Jiang Yibai interacted, it was clear they got along well. They had also heard that Si Shaorong was a novelist, so naturally, they regarded him as someone highly cultured. At the dinner table, the family was extremely welcoming, even suggesting that if he ever had free time, he could help Sun Ying with her writing assignments. Jiang Yibai nearly choked on his drink from holding back a laugh.

During the meal, Sun Chen kept looking at his phone. School was about to start again, and his family had been trying to sign him up for extra tutoring classes in advance, but Sun Chen was not interested. He seemed to have gotten even taller since the last time they saw each other. Boys at that age changed fast, and it was starting to show in the way his adolescent features had begun to stretch into shape. His thick brows were slightly furrowed, like something was bothering him.

Jiang Yibai rarely saw Sun Chen like this. That kid usually had a ‘nothing can shake me’ attitude. Taking advantage of the moment while the Sun family was chatting with Si Shaorong, Jiang Yibai lifted his wine glass to block his mouth and said to him, “What’s up, handsome? You’ve been glued to your phone this whole time. Are you dating?”

Sun Chen gave a slight pout and, surprisingly, didn’t deny it.

Jiang Yibai was a little shocked. “For real? What kind of girl has eyes that bad?”

Sun Chen immediately shot him a glare, then hesitated for a moment before leaning in and whispering, “It’s Chen Yi.”

Jiang Yibai choked on the spot and started coughing hard. “Who?!”

Sun Chen raised a finger to his lips. The others at the table turned to look. Jiang Yibai quickly shut his mouth, gave an awkward smile, and kicked Sun Chen under the table.

Sun Chen returned the same stiff smile, then kicked Jiang Yibai back.

The two of them started kicking each other like children under the table, back and forth, until Sun Chen missed his target and ended up kicking Si Shaorong’s leg instead. Si Shaorong’s hand jerked, and the food on his chopsticks spilled onto the table.

Si Shaorong did not say a word.

Jiang Yibai tried to hold back his laughter, picked up his bowl, and pretended to eat with full seriousness.

Si Shaorong gave his boyfriend a helpless look, set his hand down on the table, and pinched Jiang Yibai’s waist.

Those subtle little touches were always the most dangerous. As soon as Jiang Yibai swallowed the food in his mouth, he pretended to drop something, bent down to pick it up, and under the cover of the tablecloth, grabbed Si Shaorong’s hand and gently bit the tip of one finger.

Si Shaorong’s fingers trembled slightly. Jiang Yibai lit up as if he had just discovered a new continent. One hand slid over Si Shaorong’s thigh, while the other brought each of those five fingers to his lips and kissed them one by one. Back when they first met, when Si Shaorong gave him a signed autograph, he had already wanted to do exactly this.

Si Shaorong did his best to keep a straight face, pulled his hand back, and gave Jiang Yibai’s cheek a hard pinch.

Jiang Yibai lifted his head. His face was slightly flushed, but his smile looked natural enough. As he picked up his bowl again, he noticed someone staring at him from the side.

He turned his head and met Sun Chen’s complicated gaze.

Jiang Yibai: “…”

Sun Chen: “….”

Then Sun Chen mouthed the words, “You think I’m dead or something?”

Jiang Yibai shifted his gaze evasively, pretending he had just suddenly lost all memory.

After the meal, the wine and food left everyone full and satisfied. The Sun family expressed their thanks several times before heading out. Sun Chen, however, didn’t seem in a rush to leave. He stayed behind, sitting at the large round table and playing on his phone.

Jiang Yibai went to the restroom, and Si Shaorong sat in his chair, waiting for him.

Sun Chen hesitated for a few seconds, then walked over with his phone in hand and asked, “Uncle Si, how do you and Teacher Jiang keep your relationship so good?”

Si Shaorong was caught a little off guard. He was not like Jiang Yibai. He wasn’t used to discussing personal matters with kids.

Sun Chen seemed to pick up on his discomfort and said, “Just treat it like a counseling session. Uncle, I’m confused.”

Si Shaorong could not help but think that it sounded suspiciously like, “Master, I have sinned.”

In the end, he kept it simple. “Mutual respect, mutual understanding.”

“That’s it?” Sun Chen looked doubtful.

“What else would it be?” Si Shaorong asked in return. “What do you think it should be?”

“I guess it depends on who likes who more,” Sun Chen said as he stretched his legs out and leaned back in his chair. His voice carried a trace of thoughtfulness. “If you really like someone, you feel that impulse, that passion. So whatever the other person does, you’re willing to forgive them.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “But if someone keeps losing their temper, never has patience, and never reaches out to you first… doesn’t that mean they don’t like you that much?”

Si Shaorong said, “Instead of overthinking it, why not ask them directly? If there’s something to say, talk it out properly. Make things clear. Don’t just sit there making assumptions.”

Sun Chen pouted. “But what if asking them makes us break up?”

Si Shaorong remembered how he had hesitated over the same thing before. He had worried that being honest with Jiang Yibai might cause everything between them to end early. But looking at it from another angle, if it was going to end sooner or later, then maybe it was better to cut it clean.

He realized that thinking this way now came too easily. It was only because he and Jiang Yibai had made it through. That changed his entire perspective. But back then, he had struggled just as much, even thought about fooling himself for the sake of staying comfortable.

In the end, people stuck in the middle of things always saw the least clearly.

As he thought about all that, a soft smile touched the corner of his lips. His voice also grew gentler.

“If it’s going to end anyway, lying to yourself just makes it harder for both of you. It’s better to put everything on the table. Say what needs to be said. If you can fix it, then fix it. If not, you’ll figure out what to do next. If you really like him, even if you break up, you can still go after him again.”

Sun Chen mulled it over and actually thought the idea made sense.

He wasn’t the kind of person to dwell too long on one thing. Once he made up his mind, he slapped his hand on the table and stood up. “Thanks, Uncle Si!”

Then he turned and bolted out of the room.

Si Shaorong watched the door close behind him and quietly thought to himself, being young really was a wonderful thing.

After a moment, he stood up and headed toward the restroom.

The door had not been locked. When he pushed it open, he saw Jiang Yibai splashing water on his face.

Though summer was coming to an end, the weather was still stiflingly hot. Jiang Yibai was wearing a casual sweat-absorbing tracksuit, and when he bent forward over the sink, the waistband of his pants slipped down slightly, revealing a lean, toned waist and the curve of his well-shaped muscles.

Si Shaorong swallowed hard. He knew Jiang Yibai had had a bit to drink tonight, so he walked up behind him without a sound.

Just as Jiang Yibai lifted his head, he saw a second reflection appear in the mirror. He flinched in surprise.

Si Shaorong wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing him against the sink counter. His eyes locked onto the image of his boyfriend in the mirror. Heat radiated through the thin layer of fabric between them, so intense it made Jiang Yibai’s knees go weak.

Since their first time, the two of them hadn’t done anything else.

It was like an unspoken standoff between them. Jiang Yibai knew Si Shaorong had wanted to return the favor, but he had also gotten a taste for it—he still didn’t feel satisfied. So the two of them kept up the silent game of chicken, dragging things out until now.

Si Shaorong bit his ear gently, tugging with just enough force to tease. The past stretch of nothing but kissing had left them both wound up with nowhere to release it. They were still in their prime. Even the slightest stimulation had become enough to spark an uncontrollable reaction.

As his ear was bitten, a rush of goosebumps broke out across Jiang Yibai’s skin. A strange numbness prickled at his scalp, and an electric tingle arced through his chest, so intense that a soft moan slipped out from his throat before he could stop it.

Si Shaorong took that sound as a green light. He turned Jiang Yibai around and pulled him into a kiss. In the mirror, Jiang Yibai’s slightly tilted posture made his back look irresistibly tempting.

Jiang Yibai simply gave in and sat on the sink. They kissed, entangled with each other, breath mixing and bodies flush.

From the private room outside the bathroom, the sound of dishes being cleared could be heard faintly. The servers were talking, their voices muffled but still perceptible.

Someone came over and knocked on the door. “Is someone still in there?”

Jiang Yibai tried to catch his breath, but before he could respond, he heard Si Shaorong speak in a calm voice. “Yes, sorry, just a moment.”

The server answered with a polite “Okay,” then turned away to continue clearing the table. The television inside the private room was still playing, its background noise forming an oddly perfect soundtrack. The soft murmur of voices and clattering dishes became a hazy backdrop that only heightened Jiang Yibai’s arousal.

That sense of doing something secret, something forbidden, made it almost unbearable. Si Shaorong knew exactly what he liked and exactly where his weaknesses were. As they held each other close and whispered softly, the entire air around them seemed to shimmer with pink-tinted heat.

By the time the server had finished clearing the table and left the room, the television had been turned off. Inside the restroom, only the two of them remained, slowly catching their breath, their bodies pressed close in the quiet.

Si Shaorong grabbed a few tissues and hastily cleaned up their mess. After both of them had straightened their clothes, they finally stepped out of the restroom. As they left the restaurant, Jiang Yibai couldn’t stop laughing, while Si Shaorong looked a little embarrassed. He had never imagined he would actually do something like that in public, but the atmosphere had been too perfect. It had completely swept away his self-control.

The restaurant was not far from home. As soon as Jiang Yibai opened the door, he grabbed the still-dazed Si Shaorong and pulled him inside, slamming him against the door and kissing him hard.

While kissing him back, Si Shaorong raised one hand to pull off his clothes. Then he wrapped his arms around Jiang Yibai and pushed him down onto the sofa, bracing himself with one hand behind his lover’s neck as he kissed along his throat.

Jiang Yibai didn’t say a word. He let Si Shaorong rub against him like an eager dog, then reached down to open the drawer beneath the coffee table.

It turned out to be fully stocked with their “tools.” Si Shaorong looked at it and fell briefly speechless. Panting lightly, he raised his head and asked, “What if a guest came over and opened this drawer?”

“When have I ever had guests?” Jiang Yibai grinned and hooked a finger under his boyfriend’s chin. He gave a playful twist of his hips, the teasing written all over his face.

The two of them locked eyes in silence, like martial artists sizing each other up before a duel, measuring every nuance of intent.

“You promised it’s my turn,” Si Shaorong said, not backing down in the slightest. His eyes narrowed slightly in the dim light as he stared at him.

Jiang Yibai met his gaze and gave a provoking smile. “You know how?”

Si Shaorong replied with perfect courtesy, “You are welcome to evaluate the results of my studies.”

Jiang Yibai burst into laughter. Si Shaorong, however, remained exceptionally patient. Both of them were flushed with the warmth of alcohol, facing each other without a word, their chests rising and falling with every breath. The heat of intoxication had long since taken over. The sight of Si Shaorong, sweating and serious, had turned into the most arousing thing Jiang Yibai had seen all night.

He was still a little unwilling to give in, but the feeling of being wrapped in his lover’s arms was far too good. It made him realize how much time they had wasted playing games instead of enjoying each other. In hindsight, it had not been worth it.

Jiang Yibai finally relented. He lifted his hand and made a theatrical gesture of invitation.

Si Shaorong had done his homework well, but he was still a first-timer. His hands actually trembled a little from nerves. Jiang Yibai’s heart softened instantly. Even like this, his male god was incredibly sexy.

“You’re so cute,” Jiang Yibai whispered, kissing his boyfriend on the ear. “Big baby.”

“You…” His voice was hoarse, the words squeezed out between clenched teeth. He held back his urge and almost had to speak with his breath held in. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

Jiang Yibai loved teasing him. Now that he had found a new way to play, he couldn’t resist. He twisted his hips again. He twisted his hips again. His cock bounced up and smacked against Si Shaorong’s stomach.

“I am doing it on purpose,” he said. “Do you like it?”

Si Shaorong grabbed his hand and shoved him into the corner of the sofa. He lifted his legs and drove himself deep inside.

“Ah—!” Jiang Yibai’s waist jerked up. His neck arched into a taut line, and a choked cry spilled from his throat.

That sound alone was enough to set Si Shaorong on fire. The scene he had played out in his mind so many times had finally become reality, and it was even better than anything he had imagined.

He could not hold back a second longer. He gripped the man’s waist and began to thrust into him with ferocity.

Jiang Yibai felt like a boat tossed in stormy waves. The sharp pleasure and pain surged together, hitting him in waves that left his eyes stinging with tears.

Si Shaorong panted heavily, pinning him into the corner of the sofa and driving into him with reckless force. The lewd, wet sounds echoed in their ears, each slap hitting like a jolt of electricity. Si Shaorong’s mind blanked from the sheer intensity of it. His scalp felt like it was about to explode, his heartbeat crashing against his ribs, and before long, he came.

The rush left him trembling slightly. He stayed wrapped around Jiang Yibai, still panting against his neck, holding on tightly as the flush of embarrassment crept up his back.

Jiang Yibai’s legs wrapped around his waist. He tugged him down for a kiss and murmured against his lips, “It’s your first time. It’s fine.”

Jiang Yibai shifted his hips. His cock was still hard and leaking, aching for release. A pink flush colored his face. His lashes were wet with tears, and the expression on his face was completely different from usual. It was soft, inviting, impossibly seductive.

Si Shaorong was still buried inside him. They kissed, lips and tongues tangling, skin pressing together. Slowly, the heat began to rise again. His cock stirred and started to swell once more.

Jiang Yibai let out a faint whimper. He shifted, trying to pull away, but Si Shaorong held him down and started fucking him again, slow and shallow. Each thrust slid in only slightly, then pulled back. The rhythm was torturously light. His eyes were fixed on the spot where their bodies were joined. That soft entrance was already drenched and glistening. Si Shaorong pulled out briefly and changed the condom. He lifted Jiang Yibai’s legs higher onto his shoulders. As Jiang Yibai lost his balance and fell back against the cushions, Si Shaorong caught sight of a small red mole on his calf. He bent down and kissed it.

Jiang Yibai gasped and reached down to jerk himself. Si Shaorong pulled out and dropped between his legs, held his hips down, and wrapped his mouth around his cock. The shock of it made Jiang Yibai cry out. His thighs tensed, his back lifted off the cushions, and his hands clawed at the sofa while Si Shaorong sucked him hard.

After a few rounds of teasing and sucking, Si Shaorong scooped him up and carried him to the bedroom. He tossed him onto the bed, spread his legs, and pinned him down, holding both wrists as he thrust into him again.

This time, he lasted much longer. His cock ground into every sensitive spot, making Jiang Yibai come twice more before he could even catch his breath.

Jiang Yibai was panting hard, legs shaking, begging for a break. But Si Shaorong flipped him over, grabbed his hips, and fucked him from behind.

This position seemed to be Jiang Yibai’s weakness. The moment Si Shaorong entered, he cried out and tried to squirm away. But Si Shaorong wrapped an arm around his waist and held him in place, even landing a slap on his ass.

Jiang Yibai looked back in disbelief, but his waist was held tight, locked in place. The wet, obscene sounds did not stop. Si Shaorong seemed deaf to his pleas. He drove into him again and again, like he was piling in every last bit of desire. His hand slid under to gently squeeze and tug at Jiang Yibai’s balls, making him cry out and try to crawl forward, only to be pulled back again, unable to escape.

In this position, Si Shaorong went in so deep that it made Jiang Yibai’s stomach ache. He braced himself on the pillows, shaking his head and babbling something that couldn’t be understood. Si Shaorong’s hips moved on their own, pounding into him relentlessly. When he felt Jiang Yibai getting close again, he held him tight and kept slamming into that sensitive spot, over and over, like he wanted to fuse them together completely.

That night, Jiang Yibai finally understood what it meant to bring it on himself.