Chapter 12

Song Bai had a dream where he saw Lu Fucheng waiting for him at the school gate on a cold winter night in northeastern China, where the temperature was minus twenty degrees. Lu Fucheng had set up a small stall with professional books that he had photocopied because the original books were too expensive. He would close the stall precisely twenty minutes before the end of evening class, buy a hot roasted sweet potato, tuck it in his arms, and wait for Song Bai to finish school.

Although Lufu Cheng's hands are long, they are not good-looking as his index finger is slightly thicker. This is because he suffered from recurrent frostbite in those two years, which caused his fingers to swell and thin alternatively.

Now, whose hands are these?

Song Bai struggled to open his eyes, and saw in front of him a pair of well-maintained, clearly defined hands unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His mind was a bit slow to process it all, as he tried to move but found his body unwilling to obey.

Those hands were somewhat cold, touching the bare chest of Song Bai. His muscles uncontrollably trembled at the touch, even his teeth chattered and produced a strange sound.

Song Bai was very afraid. He feared that Lu Fucheng would touch him with his cold hands, use the kind of force that seemed to want to twist his waist and strip away his life, and make him hurt so badly.

Ke Songbai had no way to resist, he couldn't even muster the strength to grip the sheets tightly when he was in great pain from the collision. His mind was still clear, but his body remained motionless.

Later, it was Jì Suíyún who lost control. On one hand, he held onto Sòng Bái's waist, pressing him down, and on the other, he fiercely bit and nibbled on Sòng Bái's shoulders, neck and back. He felt a bit hungry, the kind of physical hunger that one feels for delicious food. Sòng Bái had a sweet and fragrant scent, like the taste of milk candy. It also had a hint of the mellow aroma of grains being dried at the right temperature, as well as the warmth of the sun.

Ji Suiyun's thoughts were originally just to imagine a complete pervert carefully admiring this person's waist and taking a few photos. This is not a suitable time for love-making.

But he still did it. Faced with someone whose body had no response, he felt an unprecedented impulse and thrill.

The second day was a rainy day, without sunshine, and even the deluxe suite appeared gloomy and damp.

After opening his eyes for a long time, Song Bai finally regained his focus. The side effects of the medicine were causing him severe headaches and nausea, leaving him feeling light-headed and adrift. All he had left was a pounding headache and a churning stomach on the verge of exploding.

Ji SuYun's hand gently stroked Song Bai's back and smoothed it. He usually appears very eloquent, but this is the first time he has truly been gentle.

Song Bai suddenly reacted like an angry cat and sat up abruptly, his eyes downcast as he moved backwards without warning. However, he was too close to the edge of the bed that before Ji Suiyun could reach out to pull him back, he saw Song Bai fall backwards and hit the ground.

Ji Suiyun withdrew his hand and snorted disdainfully without any concern.

There was a thick, soft carpet on the bed underneath. Although Song Bai didn't fall heavily, it still took him a while to climb back up. His legs were very weak, and his body gradually regained its senses, with a sense of shame and pain spreading throughout.

Songsan dared not think of anything. He stretched his arm out to pick up the scattered clothes on the ground, shivering as he struggled to put them on. The buttons on the shirt were too small, and he couldn't fasten them for a long time.

Ji Suixun was originally eagerly awaiting his questioning and crying, but he didn't expect Song Bai to be so quiet. For a moment, there was only the sound of rustling clothes in the room, and in the damp and gloomy environment, it felt like a stone pressing down on their hearts.

Can't wait to see your designer, Mr. Lu, when we get home? Ji Suiyun spoke first.

Sòng Bái cautiously lifted his head, his eyes displaying a coldness laden with resentment and hatred.

Ji Suiyun laughed, but there was a hint of cunning in her smile. You can tell him that I only slept with you to get him to come out. Everything has a price, no matter when or where. You should thank me for giving you a free lesson.

You lied to me. Song Bai's voice became hoarse, sounding as if it had been rubbed against sandpaper.

Ji Suiyun nodded. 'I will help you explain to Lu Fucheng.'

Sòng Bái kept his head down in silence for a long time before slowly standing up. He walked over to Jì Suíyún and suddenly pounced. Sòng Bái's eyes were bloodshot, evidently extremely enraged.

You should just go and die!

Song Bai appeared unusually fierce for the first time, with only Ji Suiyun's trachea in his eyes. He wanted to strangle him alive, or he could pounce on him and bite down hard without ever letting go.

But he was too weak, and Ji Suiyun easily restrained Song Bai's hand and then wrapped his arms around his waist without any effort.

Why are you mad? Now that Lu Fucheng is safely at home, shouldn't you be thanking me? Ji Suiyun's hand grabbed onto Song Bai's waist, his touch becoming stronger and more affectionate. Although his words were somewhat sarcastic, he did not expect Song Bai's intense reaction.

Wang Ba-dan! Idiot! I'll fucking stab you to death today! Song Bai's body was stimulated with potential, and he quickly twisted his body in Ji Suiyun's arms. He bit into Ji Suiyun's arm with extreme sensitivity. It was a heavy bite and blood flowed down Song Bai's white teeth right away.

Ji Suiyun furrowed his brow tightly. He had planned to give Song Bai a hard slap and then pull out his teeth, but Song Bai unexpectedly let out a sigh. Finally, Ji Suiyun watched as Song Bai began to cry.

Don't talk to Lu Fucheng. Please don't tell him...I beg you, please don't tell him...thank you Mr. Ji...thank you for helping me...don't tell him...

Ji Suiyun was extremely annoyed and forcefully pushed him away. She found suitable clothes from the wardrobe in the suite she had been living in for a while and changed into them, not wanting to waste any more time with Song Bai.

Ji Suoyun had been gone for a long time before Song Bai finally regained some strength. He practically crawled into the bathroom. He cleaned himself thoroughly, but didn't dare to take a second glance at himself in the mirror.

Song Bai thought to himself that he had to hurry back home. Cheng Cheng was still waiting for him there. He didn't celebrate his birthday with him last night, so he must be feeling upset. Oh, and what about the birthday gift?

How come the birthday gift is missing?

Song Bai didn't bring an umbrella, so as soon as he left the hotel, he was soaked by the rain.

He waited for quite a while under the bus stop sign, and only when the bus he often took arrived did Song Bai realize that he now dared not go home.

Cheng Cheng will definitely figure it out, he cannot go back.

The clothes were half wet and stuck to the skin, and a slight breeze brought bone-chilling cold. It took Song Bai's trembling fingers a while to dial the phone number due to the freeze.

Yang...Yang ge, can I come to your house?

Without having an argument...can I go and stay for a day?

The spare key is still under the carpet?... Thank you.

Li Yang is still working, while Song Bai tightly wrapped himself in a quilt and huddled at the innermost part of the guest room bed. He looked at his phone with dozens of missed calls and WeChat messages, his heart pounding painfully.

Where did you go? I was so worried about you... The cake I bought was left overnight and no one ate it.

I'm waiting for you at home. I ended up putting the cake on my own face, so you'll most likely laugh at me.

Ah Bai... Where did you go running off to?

Come home.

The last WeChat message displayed an hour ago. Just as Song Bai was about to put down her phone, she heard the 'ding' sound indicating a new text message.

Wait for me, I'll go to Li Yang's house to pick you up.