DCISBS chapter 78

Lu Nanyang had to admit, the moment that word left Xie Quan’s usually calm lips, he was done for.

Xie Quan was unusually assertive this time. From the moment the door closed behind them, he took complete control—first with a deep kiss that clouded Lu Nanyang’s mind, then pushing him onto the bed and leaning in over him.

The soft mattress bounced slightly under the weight of two grown men, then steadied. Lu Nanyang was nearly breathless from the kiss. He instinctively pushed against Xie Quan’s shoulders to stop him.

But Xie Quan instead grabbed his wrists and slowly pinned his hands above his head.

“Lu Nanyang,” Xie Quan said slowly,
“Do you trust me?”

“Hm?” Lu Nanyang’s head was buzzing, and he only managed to utter a questioning hum.

Xie Quan slowly leaned down, closing the distance between them, bringing their faces within a centimeter of each other. “I’ve forced you before. This time might be the same. Do you trust me enough to let me do this to you?”

Lu Nanyang smiled. His arms were pinned, so he couldn’t sit up like usual. He simply lifted his chest and kissed Xie Quan’s lips.

His lips, reddened and swollen from prolonged kissing, had turned a vivid hue, as if one bite could draw juice from them.

He ended the kiss quickly, then looked calmly at his lover.

“Xie Quan, even if no one else in the world trusts you, I will. Even that time—from beginning to end—I always trusted you.”

That sentence made something deep in Xie Quan’s chest tremble violently.

He lowered his head, covered Lu Nanyang’s eyes with one hand, and spoke hoarsely, “Alright, then close your eyes.”

“Huh?” Lu Nanyang was confused but followed Xie Quan’s lead.

With his eyes closed, his hearing and sense of touch became more sensitive. He felt Xie Quan’s hand leave his eyelids, and then heard the soft rustling of fabric near his ear. Just as his curiosity got the better of him and he tried to peek, a cool strip of cloth was suddenly placed over his eyes and tied securely behind his head.

His heart immediately began to race.

“Alright, now…” Xie Quan’s cool, low voice spoke again.

Lu Nanyang’s breathing instantly quickened.

So that’s what the question about trust meant.

“You’re being very good,” Xie Quan chuckled softly.

Lu Nanyang could feel Xie Quan’s fingers brush over his cheek, with the pad of a thumb pressing firmly on his lower lip, before sliding down to lift his shirt collar. With practiced ease, the shirt was pulled off.

His chest felt a sudden chill, and goosebumps broke out on his skin.

It was just a shirt being taken off, something he normally wouldn’t even notice—but this time was different. His eyes were covered, and in the darkness, he could clearly feel Xie Quan’s gaze on him.

He could imagine those gray eyes—open, unreserved, greedy and full of appreciation—scanning over his face and chest like a coiled snake eyeing its prey from head to toe.

He heard Xie Quan laugh softly, “I haven’t even done anything yet, Nanyang.”

Shame, embarrassment, and awkwardness surged through him. Lu Nanyang could imagine just how red his ears were now, and he wanted nothing more than to rip off the blindfold and escape the room.

But along with the shame came a secret thrill—an arousal from deep within, admitting that part of him wanted to be treated this way by Xie Quan.

He trusted Xie Quan completely, though he couldn’t say when it had started.

He wanted this.

He wanted to give himself entirely to Xie Quan, to be savored and toyed with, and to accept whatever response came.

Because now he understood: a snake’s fangs, no matter how venomous, would always spare a certain someone.

And Lu Nanyang, like a willing prey, tensed his skin, tears soaking the blindfold, tilting his head back to expose the vulnerable artery in his neck.

“…May I?” The devil whispered beside his ear, warm breath grazing his ear.

That cursed question again—making Lu Nanyang’s scalp tingle and body tremble. But Xie Quan wouldn’t let him escape, turning his face firmly toward him and asking again.

“May I, Nanyang?”

That usually cool voice was now so gentle it could drip water, carrying the kind of temptation that once seduced Adam and Eve.

Lu Nanyang surrendered completely.

“…Yes,” he answered, voice hoarse.

…..

As expected, they lasted well into the night.

When Lu Nanyang sat up in bed, he felt like every inch of his skin and joints ached. There were several places marked by Xie Quan’s nails and teeth.

But he had to admit—he felt like he’d ridden a rollercoaster straight to heaven and back at least eight times.

“Let me see,” Xie Quan said, turning Lu Nanyang’s shoulder gently.

Lu Nanyang hissed but didn’t resist.

There was a small bite mark on the back of his neck and several scratches on his leg from Xie Quan’s fingernails. They weren’t serious—if anything, they carried a strange, alluring beauty.

Still, Xie Quan carefully examined each mark before getting up to fetch the first aid kit.

“It’s fine,” Lu Nanyang said lazily, his voice still a bit hoarse. “I used to be in the army. The injuries from training were way worse than this.”

“They don’t leave marks there during training,” Xie Quan retorted while pulling out iodine and cotton swabs. “This was my fault. I’ll be more careful next time. Lift your leg.”

Lu Nanyang’s face turned red again. He obeyed but turned his head in embarrassment. “…There’s going to be a next time?”

“You don’t want one? From what I saw, you were pretty into it,” Xie Quan smiled. “If it really bothers you, you can bite me next time.”

That line alone sent Lu Nanyang’s imagination spiraling so fast he immediately shut it down. “Stop! Seriously, if you keep that up, neither of us is getting any sleep tonight.”

Xie Quan laughed. “Don’t blame me. I’m just stating facts.”

Not just facts.

Lu Nanyang now felt like even if Xie Quan said nothing at all, just sitting there applying medicine to him was already an unbearable tease.

The cold cotton swab brushed over the scratches on his thigh, delivering a sharp, itchy sting. Lu Nanyang had to silently recite the digits of pi just to keep his body from reacting again.

“Come a little closer.” After finishing with the medicine on Lu Nanyang’s thigh, there was still the back of his neck left. Xie Quan crooked his finger at him, “I can’t reach.”

Lu Nanyang simply lay down, resting his head on Xie Quan’s lap.

Xie Quan chuckled and flicked his cheek. “Are you a child?”

Lu Nanyang rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around Xie Quan’s waist, his voice muffled. “You go ahead and apply the medicine, I just want to hold you for a while.”

Xie Quan softened his movements, his other hand gently patting Lu Nanyang’s back. “What’s wrong? Why so clingy all of a sudden?”

Lu Nanyang didn’t answer. In his mind, he couldn’t stop the image of Lu Hongzhen’s face from appearing, along with the words he said at the dinner table.

His heart felt like it was being gripped by something, so tight it could barely beat.

He shook his head, forcing the thoughts out of his mind. He hugged Xie Quan even tighter, nuzzling his cheek against Xie Quan’s lower abdomen affectionately, and whispered, “It’s nothing, I’m just a little tired.”

Xie Quan paused for a moment, lowering his gaze to look at him for a while before replying, “Yeah, you’ve been exhausted these past few days. If you’re tired, get some rest. The world’s not going to end.”

Lu Nanyang smiled slightly and closed his eyes in Xie Quan’s arms.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The only sounds in the room were Xie Quan changing cotton balls and opening bottle caps. It didn’t take long to treat the remaining wounds. Xie Quan carefully packed up the first-aid kit and was just about to figure out how to move without waking the person in his arms—when Lu Nanyang opened his eyes.

“Xie Quan, don’t go.” Lu Nanyang’s voice was still a little groggy and lazy, but he reached out and grabbed Xie Quan’s wrist accurately, intertwining their fingers.

Xie Quan let out a soft laugh and tightened his grip. He spoke gently, “I won’t leave. Close your eyes and sleep well. When you wake up tomorrow, the first thing you’ll see will be my face, okay?”

Lu Nanyang murmured a faint response from his throat, then finally closed his eyes and, under Xie Quan’s gaze, drifted off to sleep.

 

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Author’s Note:

It’s not that I don’t want to “drive the car” (write explicit scenes), it’s just that Pei’s boundaries are clearly set. If I really do, it’ll get the whole story banned from the rankings. Please, dear readers, understand! I deeply apologize to everyone. [bows deeply]

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