SDVPP Chapter 89

Since adding Xu Ting on WeChat, Chi Han had been acting like he had a split personality every single day.

One moment he’d look completely disheartened, as if he’d never love again in this life; the next second, he’d put down his phone and throw himself straight into Rong Xu’s arms.

What’s worse, Xu Ting actually thought his words were working. Every couple of days, he’d send a message to check in.

That night, Chi Han woke up needing to pee and shuffled to the bathroom when the phone in the pocket of his pajama pants buzzed twice.

He pulled it out and glanced at the time.

It was only five thirty in the morning.

Chi Han’s face was caught between a smile and a sneer, but inside, his temper flared up in an instant.

This Xu Ting really didn’t treat him like an outsider at all—sending messages earlier and earlier every day. What was this? Was he planning to do nothing all day but keep an eye on Rong Xu?

Chi Han very conveniently forgot that he was the one who started this fishing game in the first place. Now, all he could feel was jealousy bubbling over.

Just thinking about how, if he hadn’t noticed this, Xu Ting would be messaging Rong Xu every day—chatting at midnight, then starting again at five thirty in the morning. It made him want to drag Xu Ting over and stuff him straight down the toilet and flush him right into the Pacific Ocean.

Trying to seduce someone else’s boyfriend, huh!

Chi Han wasn’t fully awake to begin with, and now he was even more muddled with anger.

So he pulled up his pants, crawled back into bed, and bit down hard on Rong Xu’s shoulder.

Attracting bees and butterflies, are you!

Half-asleep, Rong Xu was caught off guard by the bite. In his groggy state, all he saw was a messy head of hair pressing against his shoulder.

Rong Xu: “?”

Was he hungry in the middle of the night?

Half-squinting, Rong Xu reached out and gently rubbed the back of Chi Han’s neck, his voice still hoarse with sleep: “Be good, stop messing around.”

Chi Han lifted his head and looked at him for a second, then, with a grunt, bit down on the other shoulder.

Rong Xu: “……”

He let out a helpless chuckle, turned on the bedside lamp, propped himself up halfway, and pulled Chi Han into his arms. “What’s gotten you so riled up, huh? Why are you biting people like Duo Fu?”

Chi Han didn’t even know exactly what he was upset about, but there was just this restless frustration boiling inside him.

Maybe it was because in the original book, Rong Xu once had feelings for Xu Ting. Every time he thought about that, his chest felt so stifled he could barely breathe.

And he couldn’t tell anyone about it either. After all, the whole transmigration thing was way too absurd to explain.

Rong Xu was his!

No one else was allowed to touch him!

Chi Han pressed his lips together, lifted his leg, and straddled Rong Xu’s lean waist, glaring down at him like a little beast guarding its food:

“You’re not allowed to like anyone else. Only me! If you dare like someone else, I’ll tie you to my waist and take you everywhere with me!”

Rong Xu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked at Chi Han, who was baring his fangs and claws on top of him, declaring his ownership. Heat surged through his whole body.

His gaze darkened. He grabbed Chi Han’s ankle, his hand sliding slowly upward with a dangerous edge to his touch.

In a sudden flip, Chi Han found himself lying on his back on the bed, one leg still held firmly in Rong Xu’s hand, slowly being lifted.

“Chi Han…”

Rong Xu’s body was burning hot. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Chi Han’s, staring straight into those light brown eyes. He rubbed against him affectionately, but the words that came out of his mouth were enough to send a chill straight to the bone.

“If you ever fall for someone else, I’ll kill them. Then I’ll hide you away, somewhere only I exist.”

These words had always been buried deep inside him, forced down and locked away. But what Chi Han had just said loosened his control.

Rong Xu kissed along the seam of Chi Han’s lips, urgent and hungry, desperate for even the slightest response.

He was terrified that this sick possessiveness would scare Chi Han away.

“Don’t be afraid of me…”

Chi Han hooked a leg around Rong Xu’s waist, completely unfazed by those words. Instead, his heart felt much lighter than before.

He nodded in satisfaction, planted a loud kiss on Rong Xu’s lips as a reward, and curved his lips into a grin:

“Alright, then it’s settled! You’re not allowed to go back on it!”

Rong Xu froze for a second at that, lifting a hand to press over the wild thumping of his heart. Something deep in his bones started howling, urging him to devour this person in front of him, skin and bones and all.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly wrapped Chi Han in his arms, his gaze bottomless and overflowing with an unfathomable tenderness. “Aren’t you afraid?”

Chi Han tilted his head curiously and looked at him, puzzled. “Afraid of what? You’d never hurt me. It just proves you really, really like me!”

Rong Xu’s breath trembled as he held Chi Han tightly against his chest. He knew he was sick.

He’d caught a disease called Chi Han—one with no cure for the rest of his life.

…

After they’d had their fill, Chi Han lay sprawled out on the bed, completely satisfied, his long legs tangled up with Rong Xu’s in an intimate knot.

He fished his phone out from under the pillow and looked at the sour words Xu Ting had sent thirty minutes ago, letting out a disdainful snort.

On the other side of the screen, Xu Ting was waiting anxiously, picking up his phone every so often to check it.

Lately, he felt that his relationship with Rong Xu had gotten much closer. To put it bluntly, he was confident that if he saw Rong Xu again now, Rong Xu definitely wouldn’t treat him like he did last time.

He glanced at the time and bit his lip.

Could it be that Rong Xu still wasn’t awake? But it was already seven o’clock. Normally, he should’ve been up by now.

A sudden mix of frustration and disappointment welled up in Xu Ting’s chest.

He didn’t even know why he was feeling this way. Maybe it was because no matter what time he sent a message before, there would always be a reply.

Even if it was just a simple “Mm.”

Xu Ting furrowed his brows slightly, hesitated for a moment with his phone in hand, then sent another message.

Xu Ting: [Still not awake? Don’t be too upset, okay? I’ve been lied to before, too, but everything will get better… I’ll be here with you!]

The message sank into silence like a stone dropped in water. Xu Ting finished his breakfast absentmindedly.

A dozen minutes later, a reply finally came. Xu Ting hurriedly opened it, the smile on his lips freezing before it could even spread.

Rong Xu had only sent two words.

Hehe.

Xu Ting: “……”

He stared blankly at the screen, completely confused about why Rong Xu had suddenly turned so cold. He hadn’t been like this at all just last night.

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again, and a new message popped up.

Rong Xu: [Oh, sent that to the wrong person just now.]

Xu Ting: “…………”

A vein slowly popped out at Xu Ting’s temple, and he almost crushed his phone in his hand.

Inside the villa downtown.

Chi Han snuggled against the soft pillow, resting his head lazily on Rong Xu’s arm as he yawned, a trace of cold mockery and ridicule flashing through his eyes.

Forget it. Xu Ting was still useful for now. It wasn’t time to stomp him out completely yet.

Watching the “Typing…” notification flicker on the screen, he let out a satisfied smile.

Hmph, be mad to death!

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