Ji Kai truly felt both heartbroken and helpless.
Alright, alright, fine—you bite, you’re upset, so go ahead and bite!
But isn’t it Laozi[mfn]Arrogant way of saying “I”[/mfn] who’s the real victim here? In the middle of the night, I got a call from Qi Yang on the train, breathless, saying you had attempted suicide. I was completely stunned, staring at my own blank face in the window, nearly questioning my entire existence.
You can’t scare people like this, Weidu.
If it had been anyone else, Ji Kai might have doubted whether there had been some “mistake”. But considering the person in question was this unpredictable and utterly illogical Li Weidu, he had to admit—”anything was possible”.
“I didn’t!” Li Weidu snapped. “Do you really know me so little?”
Alright, alright, I know, I know. My bad, okay?
“It hurts…” The cool hand pressed Ji Kai’s hand against his stomach. Honestly, Li Weidu looked stunning even when frowning, though his face carried a pitiful, aggrieved expression.
Fine, fine, I’ll rub it, I’ll rub it. But if you’re in pain, can you just sit quietly in my arms? Stop squirming and biting already!
Actually… getting bitten on the neck felt kind of nice.
It was tingly, itchy, like when a kitten nibbles on your fingers. But still… this kind of behavior probably shouldn’t be encouraged, right?
……
When they got home, the usually absent property management was suddenly quite diligent, patrolling the area and keeping watch over the house littered with shattered glass.
Li Weidu still looked terrible, drained and listless. After getting out of the car, Ji Kai glanced at him before suddenly scooping him up over his shoulder—lifting him high.
“You—!”
From a distance, the security guards were all watching. Li Weidu, hanging upside down, immediately flushed and struggled.
Li Weidu: Do I not deserve dignity? And besides—ugh—last time, at least I carried you princess-style! And you—you treat me like a sack of rice!
Ji Kai: If you care so much about your dignity, maybe don’t scare me half to death with your nonsense!
You’re lucky I didn’t smack your ass!
It was midday, and the sun warmed the bed to a perfect cozy temperature. Ji Kai tossed him onto it.
Li Weidu, lacking a sense of security, pitifully clutched the corner of Ji Kai’s shirt. “…You sleep with me.”
“I’m just going to call someone to fix the glass. I’ll be right back, be good, okay?”
Li Weidu must have really been exhausted. He was unusually obedient. By the time Ji Kai finished arranging the repairs, the man had already fallen into a quiet sleep.
Worried about his stomach, Ji Kai went to the kitchen and cooked a pot of grain porridge. A little while later, he gently woke him up and fed him.
“Still in pain?”
Li Weidu shook his head, still drowsy and unexpectedly docile. After finishing the porridge, Ji Kai, who had barely slept all night, lay down as well, letting Li Weidu use him as a pillow. They slept, curled together, from noon until the next morning.
By morning, Li Weidu’s complexion had returned to normal. He got up and made a rich breakfast—cheese and ham toast with eggs, paired with milk and cereal. The delicious aroma woke Ji Kai, who opened his eyes to the sight of an extravagant breakfast in bed, feeling a little guilty.
“You should rest more. There’s no need to get up so early just to cook for me.”
The breakfast was so good that Ji Kai didn’t notice Li Weidu’s silence at all, and thought everything was fine—until the last bite.
“Are you full?”
“Mhmm, super full. Satisfied. Best breakfast I’ve ever had!” Ji Kai praised instinctively, though it really was delicious.
Li Weidu collected the dishes and the tray, then sat back down at the edge of the bed. His dark eyes had a faint redness.
His black irises stared at Ji Kai—completely motionless. Like a frozen, breathtakingly beautiful doll, it’s a little… scary.
“You… what are you doing?”
“Why? Why did you say you wanted to break up with me?”
Ji Kai’s stomach dropped. Oh, we’re still on that?
“I didn’t say that!” He really hadn’t—what he had actually said was “If you dare to do that again” at that time…”
Li Weidu’s gaze lowered, looking heartbreakingly pitiful, resentful, and lost.
Like a black-and-white puppet curled up in the shadows, hugging its knees, with a single beam of light casting a chaotic, fractured outline against the wall.
Fine, fine. Ji Kai sighed, staring at the ceiling. “Alright, alright, it’s my fault.”
“You really said… you wanted to break up with me…”
It was no use—Li Weidu seemed broken, continuing to mutter, relentless.
“How could you do this? What did I do wrong that made you want to leave me? No matter what you do, I’d never want to leave you. Not over something small. Even if you committed murder and arson, I’d help you hide the bodies and still love you! How could you say you wanted to break up so easily?”
“…”
Wait. Do normal people… feel happy when they hear things like this?
After spending so much time with Li Weidu, Ji Kai’s sense of logic had clearly been compromised. He wasn’t sure anymore—should he be happy about this…?
The next second, his world flipped.
His vision spun from the sight of his gorgeous, dramatic partner to the ceiling above.
His head landed on the soft pillow, both wrists pinned down, Li Weidu’s weight pressing onto him. His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion—part heartbreak, part something eerily intense.
“Ji Kai, baby, from now on, never say ‘break up’ to me again. Under any circumstances… not ever.”
“I would die. I really would be so heartbroken I’d die.”
“…”
A kiss fell, carrying the salty bitterness of tears.
Ji Kai’s heart ached instantly. He responded tenderly, thinking it would be another long, lingering moment—only to be caught off guard when Li Weidu quickly shifted to biting his neck, biting everywhere.
And these were real bites, far rougher than any foreplay before. No need to check—there were definitely teeth marks and hickeys left behind.
Wait—Mr. Li, Weidu, let’s talk this out!
Your body hasn’t even fully recovered yet…! Ji Kai struggled, but his wrists were tightly pinned down, completely unable to break free.
Ah, now it made sense. So that’s why he had been so obedient yesterday, going straight to sleep without any fuss, eating all the porridge without a word. It was to regain his strength?!
“…Sexual hunger is just wanting to have sex. Love hunger is when you desperately crave that one person you want to have sex with.”
Li Weidu couldn’t remember who had said that. He only knew that his mind was in chaos, filled with an overwhelming hunger—an inseparable fusion of love and desire burning through his very bones. He had lost all reason, overcome by an instinct to bite, kiss, entangle, grind, and destroy.
“I… won’t break up.”
“I will never break up with you.”
Ji Kai was losing his mind. He had never met anyone like this before—someone who looked so harmless and fragile, so obsessed with him, yet bit down so ruthlessly. He bit and bit, then suddenly switched to kissing, gentle as water, but the grip on Ji Kai’s wrists remained painfully firm. And a certain part of his body, already poised for action, was…
The ultimate contrast of fire and ice.
Today, he truly understood the meaning of that phrase in an entirely new way.
“…Hngh… Ah… Weidu, s-slow down…”
His vision blurred, struggling to catch a breath from the near-suffocating sensations. His body was stiff, trembling, completely drained of strength. For the first time in his life, he had an overwhelming urge to bite down on something, to release the uncontrollable sounds spilling from his throat. He shook his head desperately, but it was no use.
“In the future, will you still dare to mention breaking up again?!”
No, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare. But he couldn’t even form words, his mouth refusing to cooperate.
“I love you, baby. I’ll never leave you. You’re never allowed to say something like that again, okay?”
Bottom half—relentless, merciless, like a high-powered drill. Top half—pitiful, tear-streaked, like a grieving, heartbroken little wife. Even as he pressed against Ji Kai’s chest, trembling and shedding tears, the intensity of his actions didn’t lessen one bit.
…Laozi is dying. If you continue like this, sooner or later Laozi will be played to death!
Damn it, he was this close to being completely wrecked!
Ji Kai was drowning in despair. He had been in relationships before, had even been married. He had once loved someone wholeheartedly, without reservation.
Truly, without reservation. He had never had any regrets about it.
So why—why was this feeling so different? This overwhelming, suffocating tide of emotion that left him on the brink of bursting—physically, mentally, emotionally. This aching, unbearable need to release it all.
He couldn’t move, trapped in the flood of sensations, but he still wanted to hold him, comfort his little puppet.
It was insane. Every single day, he thought he had reached his limit. That it was impossible to love him any more than he already did.
Li Weidu was already so wonderful. His love for him was already at max capacity.
But then, every morning when he woke up, he realized—he loved him even more.
…Perhaps love was just that illogical. Something that defied all the physical, natural, and even spiritual laws of this world.
It pulled you in, an unstoppable force dragging you into a bottomless abyss of tenderness, shattering and consuming you, until, in the end—
You surrendered your entire soul to one person, completely and utterly.
……
When Ji Kai woke up again, an entire day had passed.
The glass had already been fixed while he was asleep. Li Weidu was dressed neatly in a white dress shirt, looking calm, refined, and elegant—completely different from his previous frenzied state. When he saw Ji Kai wake up, he climbed onto the bed, kissed him once, then kissed him again, as if nothing had happened.
The problem was—how was he supposed to act like nothing had happened?!
Ji Kai felt like there was a heavy, two-hundred-pound quilt pressing down on him. But there wasn’t. Summer had already begun two days ago, and only a thin spring blanket covered him—light as air.
Then why did his body feel so heavy?! So sore?! So painful?!
“You…” His voice wouldn’t come out.
“…That was enough to kill someone!” When he finally managed to speak, his voice was so hoarse, it sounded like an ancient, withered bell tolling in an abandoned clock tower.
Li Weidu quickly grabbed a cup of warm water from the bedside table and handed it over. Ji Kai didn’t take it. He just glared at him, full of resentment, wanting to kick him. But even though he tried to use force, his leg ended up weak and limp, utterly powerless. His body was completely drained—he felt like an old man on the brink of death.
His waist… his waist was definitely broken. He couldn’t even feel half of his body. Was this paralysis?!
When Li Weidu carried him to wash up, it felt like torture.
Every small movement made Ji Kai wince and bare his teeth in pain. There was a full-length mirror outside the bathroom, and through the opening of his bathrobe, he caught a glimpse of the bruises scattered across his skin.
Hah. Haha… Surviving this was nothing short of a miracle.
It had been rough. Extremely rough. But… it had also been really good.
Cough. Though at this point, it felt like he had been enjoying himself at the cost of his lifespan…
When Li Weidu helped him bathe, he kept apologizing. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”
“I won’t ever talk about breaking up again,” Ji Kai whispered weakly. “But you… don’t take random medicine anymore either.”
“I wasn’t taking random medicine, I—”
Li Weidu lowered his voice, hesitated for a moment, then seemed conflicted again. “But, well… there’s some good news too, I guess…”
Ji Kai looked up.
“My mom doesn’t have a mental illness. So… I probably don’t either.”
When he said that, he looked almost relieved, as if he had just been pardoned from a death sentence.
Ji Kai’s heart ached. “You never… cough, you were never mentally ill to begin with!”
“But I’m definitely not normal, right? My control issues, and… other things. I even thought about secretly installing a GPS tracker in your phone, but I held back because I knew you’d be mad.”
“…”
“And there were a few times I had dreams—about locking you up in a basement. Not letting anyone else see you. Not letting you have any freedom.”
“Pfft.” Ji Kai laughed, raising a weak arm to hook around Li Weidu’s elegant neck. “Your thoughts are so pervy.”
…Why?
Li Weidu froze. Why was his response “so pervy,” instead of “you’re terrifying”?
Was it not terrifying?
…Ye Yin was afraid of him. Sometimes, even Li Weidu himself thought he was frightening. When he looked at Ye Yin’s pale, slender neck, he often had thoughts like “I could snap that so easily.”
But Ji Kai—this man, who had just been bitten all over by him like a ragged teddy bear—not only wasn’t afraid of being eaten, but even treated him like a sulky little puppy, comforting and hugging him.
At moments like these, he couldn’t help but thank the heavens—again and again.
Thank you for giving him to me.
Thank you for letting him love me.
His soap-covered hands brushed over Ji Kai’s fingers, and lately… he had been seriously thinking—how nice would it be to put a ring on his finger and make him mine forever?
……
They were still tangled up in each other when, in the afternoon, Aunt Bai suddenly showed up after taking a long-distance bus from A City.
She didn’t know about Li Weidu’s hospitalization for gastric lavage, and he hadn’t told her to keep her from worrying. So when she arrived, she was all smiles, dragging several large bags inside.
“Mom, what’s all this?”
“Hehe, open it and see for yourself! Weidu, Ji Kai, you two have to help me today!”
……
“Nowadays, independent businesswomen and female entrepreneurs are all the rage! So, I wanted to start my own business too. A month ago, I opened a little online shop to sell handmade carved dolls and hand-knit socks! This month, I’ve sold three pieces and made over fifty yuan!”
“…” over fifty yuan?
“This is just the first month! It’ll get better and better!” Aunt Bai clenched her fists with determination.
Alright. As long as you’re happy, Auntie…
“Then, one day, a customer—a young girl—told me that my socks were super cute! But she said if I had better model photos, more people would definitely buy them. And I thought—she’s right! But the thing is, she said she had short legs, and I also have short legs, so… hehe.”
…So what?
The two men exchanged wary glances.
Aunt Bai’s eyes sparkled as she turned toward Li Weidu, looking at him like a cat spotting a fresh pouch of gourmet wet food.
Li Weidu: What are you trying to do?!
The socks were all hand-knit, made of soft wool, and—all of them were knee-high, cutesy, and over-the-top adorable.
There were cat-themed ones, bunny ones, ones with fluffy pompoms—and all of them left just the right amount of space for that “absolute territory” between the socks and a short skirt. For someone who had just started knitting, she had serious talent.
Li Weidu wanted to die.
Aunt Bai, usually so gentle and meek, had suddenly unleashed her full fighting power, completely ignoring his desperate struggles and refusals.
Meanwhile, his so-called boyfriend—his baby bear—had completely betrayed him, choosing to side with the enemy instead! He pinned him down, held his hands, and grinned wickedly.
Was this revenge for all the biting?! That’s not how revenge works!
“Mm, this angle is good. This totally looks like a girl’s perfect, long, fair legs.”
You’re the one with girly legs!!
Which part of my legs looks girly?! Which part?!
Li Weidu—a completely straight, masculine man—was forced into layer upon layer of fluffy, knitted, bunny-themed thigh-high socks. Then, he was posed in all sorts of positions for photos, looking utterly dead inside. His mental breakdown was immeasurable.
As Ji Kai took the pictures, he couldn’t help but feel like he had been blind all this time.
Before, he had only thought Li Weidu’s long legs, wrapped in suit pants, were irresistibly sexy. Then, when the weather got warmer, the sight of his ankles peeking out between cropped pants and loafers made him practically salivate.
But how had he never realized—underneath all that, those legs were a national treasure?!
They were made for leg play!
Of course, in person, they didn’t actually look like a girl’s legs. But through the camera lens, without any points of comparison, the proportions, length, and smoothness were deadly. Straight men wouldn’t stand a chance.
My Weidu is 187cm tall. His legs are at least two meters long[mfn]exaggeration of saying how long his leg is[/mfn]! Long, straight, milky-white, perfect texture—
Crap. I wanna lick them.
Li Weidu’s life had taken a turn for the worse.
Somehow, he had ended up in a daily routine where, every time he came home, he was pinned down and stripped of his pants for leg appreciation purposes.
His pride as a top? Completely destroyed.
Sigh.
Translator: Lynn
Translations are not 100% correct. Please let me know if there are typos/mistakes in the chapter.
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