Chapter 7

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Chapter 7: Confession

【Four】

Wu Zhi sat on the book pile at a loss. He was sure his expression must be incredibly stupid. His dizzy brain was like an old record player, looping the same sentence over and over again.

—Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, do you know? In this world, there’s someone called Ye Qingling who likes him so much that he could die.

Do you know, do you know? Do you know… Wu Zhi, do you know—

The familiar cold aroma shrouded him. Wu Zhi looked up blankly. Ye Qingling propped himself up above him. Against the light source, his body enveloped Wu Zhi, trapping him within his world.

“Wu Zhi.” Ye Qingling hung his head. Against the light, his black hair was washed with a bewitching purple luster. He buried his head in Wu Zhi’s collarbone, calling Wu Zhi with a heartrending quiver in his voice. “Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi…”

His locks of hair tickled Wu Zhi, as that person was trembling almost unnoticeably. Ye Qingling had sealed off Wu Zhi, but did not touch a hair on him. He carefully maintained a feeble distance. Just like that obstinate but frail teenager in the diary, he did not dare to ask for too much or for a future. He only masochistically drew a line between the two of them, and repeatedly and silently watched the person called Wu Zhi in the world, even if he were to die in the next instant.

His heart palpitated so hard that he felt that his breathing was about to stop. He did not know if it was due to the teenager in the diary or the trembling Ye Qingling in front of him right now. Wu Zhi had never thought that a human’s feelings could go this deep. Those strong feelings practically suffocated him. But he did not dislike it. Wu Zhi was at a slight loss and did not know what to do. He felt both a small sense of satisfaction along with fear. What remained were emotions so complex he could not figure out. Wu Zhi stared at the incandescent light from the ceiling long enough for his eyes to feel sore.

“Wu Zhi.” Time and space seemed to be stained in monochrome shades. Ye Qingling’s icy breath brushed Wu Zhi’s collarbone. “What are you thinking?”

Ye Qingling’s voice remained cold as if he was indifferent to all matters. For some reason, Wu Zhi knew that it was the manifestation of his emotions suppressed to the limit. In any careless moment, it would erupt. Wu Zhi looked up. His raised jaw and his stretched neck formed a curvature similar to an offering of a sacrifice on the brink of death.

“I’m…” Wu Zhi let out a slightly distorted smile. “I’m searching for a reason to reject you…?”

“Did you find one?”

“… Social ethics?”

“Society doesn’t exist anymore.”

“To continue our lineage?”

“There’s no more women.”

“…”

“There’s no more society, no more women, no other people,” Ye Qingling whispered very, very softly, declaring without a hint of emotion, “Wu Zhi, you only have me now.”

“……Fuck!” Wu Zhi pulled Ye Qingling down by his collar, gnashing his teeth. “You did this on purpose. You fucking did this on purpose! Even though you know I— You know I…!”

Ye Qingling looked at Wu Zhi’s eyes that were widened from frustration. This time, he no longer suppressed himself, accepting the enticement as he kissed Wu Zhi’s eyes.

Wu Zhi closed his eyes subconsciously. The softness pressed on his eyelids held a heartrending strength, preventing one from even mustering up the thought of rejection. And since rejection was impossible from the beginning, then, naturally everything that followed next was only to be expected.

Ye Qingling bit down on Wu Zhi’s lips, as thirsty as a dying man lost in a desert who finally obtained his long desired amrita. Ye Qingling’s lips were very cool, and the tongue that stuck into Wu Zhi’s mouth was akin to a smooth snake, curling and exploring throughout his mouth cavity, not letting off even the tiniest bud on the tip of his tongue. Ye Qinging’s tongue lewdly throbbed in Wu Zhi’s mouth. These touches felt similar to intercourse, making Wu Zhi’s entire body heat up.

He was really fucking… good at it. Wu Zhi could not understand at all, he could not quite understand. Even in such a situation, he managed to be distracted momentarily. Because Ye Qingling was truly too skillful. Way too skillful. How can someone who was more familiar with the hospital than his own home be experienced in this field? Or were explanations not even required for a formidable genius like him? Ye Qingling only had to dig for an erotic book to become a self-made genius… Fuck!

By the time Wu Zhi realized, his clothes were already gone. Ye Qingling’s hands were kneading his nipples. Before Wu Zhi even had the time to feel indignant, his soul was sucked away by Ye Qingling’s eyes. Ye Qingling had removed his glasses some time ago. The eyes, which had always been blocked by the glasses, now showed their pretty shapes. The dark pupils gazed at Wu Zhi earnestly, greedily as usual. Maybe it was due to the light, but Wu Zhi caught a hint of red in the very center of Ye Qingling’s eyes. The spots of red gradually diffused like a ripple in the water. Before Wu Zhi could take a closer look, Ye Qingling had already moved his head down to lick Wu Zhi’s neck. His tongue trailed along with the traces of the blood vessels, as devout as a faithful believer in worship of his God.

“Ngh…”

Ye Qingling used a lot of force. His hands pinched his nipples hard. His lips gnawed on his neck hard. When he penetrated him, it was hard enough to force pained tears out of Wu Zhi involuntarily. With tears blurring his vision, Wu Zhi practically wanted to curse him out. A part of him hoped it could distract himself from the small lick of fear inside him. Ye Qingling was using so much force that he was practically kneading him into his own body. Tearing him apart hard, and then stuffing him into his own flesh and blood.

“Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi…”

Ye Qingling’s thrusts were always accompanied with his pants as he called out Wu Zhi’s name.

“We are one now…”

“Asshole…” Wu Zhi endured it for a long time, and finally couldn’t stop himself from biting down on Ye Qingling’s shoulder, tremendously indignant. “Go fuck yourself… Gentler… Ah…”

“Wu Zhi…” Ye Qingling did not mind the pain on his shoulder, and buried himself into Wu Zhi’s body even more fiercely. “We’re one now, one now…”

Great. Before Wu Zhi fainted, he thought. This was probably Wu Zhi’s retribution that was called Ye Qingling, right…

Even if Wu Zhi had already passed out, Ye Qingling still could not bear to leave his side for a single second. He kissed Wu Zhi’s lips. Even if he could not hear him, he still whispered softly by his ear: Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, Wu Zhi, do you know? In this world, there’s someone called Ye Qingling who likes him so much that he could die.

No matter what feelings Wu Zhi held for him, even if it was sympathy, he would scramble for it. He had always been very greedy. The worst person in this world was him. He had created a gorgeous cage to keep Wu Zhi in captivity. So that only Ye Qingling alone can see Wu Zhi, only Ye Qingling alone can touch Wu Zhi, only Ye Qingling alone could have Wu Zhi. He would not let go, he absolutely would not let go. This person was his. He was already his.

Ye Qingling had managed to obtain Wu Zhi, had he not?

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