The movement sent the items in Ruan Qing’s hands scattering to the ground with a loud clatter. Luckily, no one passed by on the nearby road.
“Mmm…” Ruan Qing’s eyes widened. He tried to push Miao Ciyu away, but Miao Ciyu pinned his hands above his head, pressing them against the tree.
The tree was nothing like the smooth surface of a door—its bark was rough and uneven, far too harsh for delicate skin to bear. Struggling would only bring pain without changing anything, so Ruan Qing didn’t dare move, stiffly enduring Miao Ciyu’s kiss.
The kiss was almost unbearable, leaving his tongue tingling and numb. He shifted it slightly, trying to ease the discomfort.
But that faint movement seemed like a response to Miao Ciyu, provoking an even fiercer reaction—along with the sudden, rapid pounding of Miao Ciyu’s heartbeat.
The sound was overwhelming, louder than the noise of their kiss, drowning out everything else in Ruan Qing’s ears.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The heartbeat grew faster, as if about to burst from Miao Ciyu’s chest—as if it were racing because of him.
Whether from inexperience or sheer sensitivity, Ruan Qing’s own pulse quickened inexplicably, leaving him flushed and unsettled.
…So unsettled that he instinctively wanted to escape.
Some people crave excitement; others prefer predictable lives where everything stays under control. The moment things change—the moment something slips beyond their grasp—panic sets in, and the urge to flee takes over.
Just like Ruan Qing now.
His delicate face twisted with unease and helplessness as he struggled reflexively, forgetting the rough bark beneath his hands. The movement scraped his skin, sending sharp pain shooting through him. Tears welled up instantly, making him look pitifully fragile.
Miao Ciyu hadn’t expected Ruan Qing to resist. Once he realized, he yanked the man’s hands slightly away from the tree.
Watching those tear-filled eyes, he couldn’t help thinking Ruan Qing had grown even more spoiled.
Or maybe not spoiled—just cunning, knowing exactly how to manipulate him. Heartless and cold.
“Tree bark can split your skin open,” Miao Ciyu taunted, curling his lips into a cruel smirk. He pressed Ruan Qing’s hands back against the tree, then gripped his chin and kissed him hard again, leaving one last remark before sealing their lips:
"Go ahead and struggle."
Miao Ciyu's words were spoken calmly, without any trace of force or threat—almost as if he were encouraging Ruan Qing.
Ruan Qing froze. In the end, his eyelashes trembled slightly as he stiffly allowed Miao Ciyu to kiss him.
Perhaps out of a reckless, nothing-left-to-lose mentality, this time, he also let himself acknowledge his own racing heartbeat.
Two heartbeats pulsed one after the other, never drowned out by any other sound, until they seemed to overlap.
The early summer weather wasn’t too hot, but it certainly wasn’t cold either. Pressed so closely together, their bodies inevitably grew warm—though whether it was from the heat or something else was hard to say.
Though Miao Village was surrounded by mountains, a breeze occasionally drifted through, rustling the leaves. Yet it couldn’t disperse the lingering warmth beneath the tree—nor could it cool the emotions simmering beyond control.
Miao Ciyu gazed at the person obediently letting him kiss, his throat tightening again. He released Ruan Qing’s wrists, his long fingers eventually settling on the collar of Ruan Qing’s shirt.
Ruan Qing was wearing a white button-up today, the fabric accentuating his slender frame—just the sight of it was enough to stir dark thoughts.
The buttons were tricky to undo, especially one-handed and without looking.
Miao Ciyu let go of Ruan Qing’s chin, pulling back from his lips before lowering his eyes to the buttons.
Realizing his intention, Ruan Qing panicked, quickly grabbing Miao Ciyu’s hand. His damp eyes flickered with alarm. "Don’t—"
But before he could finish, Miao Ciyu cut him off, leaning close to his ear, his voice deep and rough. "If you struggle, the buttons will tear."
And if the buttons tore, there would be no hiding it from Miao Li.
Ruan Qing had been about to push him away, recoiling from the scorching breath against his ear—but at those words, his hand froze midair.
His lips pressed tightly together before he finally spoke, voice trembling as he stubbornly repeated what he’d said before, as if it were his last line of defense.
"Don’t… don’t leave marks…"
Miao Ciyu didn’t lift his head, only tilting it to press a kiss to Ruan Qing’s jade-white neck.
His lips were still damp from their earlier kiss, the heat of them nearly scalding.
Ruan Qing’s slender body shivered, instinctively tilting his head away—but the movement only exposed more of his pale, delicate neck, as if inviting Miao Ciyu in.
Not leaving marks naturally meant no biting—and not being too rough. Miao Ciyu seemed obedient enough, yet not entirely so. He extended his tongue and lightly licked, the motion gentle but still laced with dominance.
“Mmm…”
The warm, wet sensation on his neck made Ruan Qing instinctively want to escape, but Miao Ciyu’s actions brooked no refusal. He even held Ruan Qing tightly by the waist, giving him no chance to flee or resist.
It was just a soft lick, and yet it sent shivers down his spine—like something parasitic clinging to his bones.
He couldn’t fight back. And he couldn’t get away.
But Miao Ciyu didn’t relent in the slightest. The oppressive air around him grew heavier, making it hard for Ruan Qing to even breathe. Then, Miao Ciyu began unbuttoning his clothes.
If this continued, there would be no turning back.
In the end, Ruan Qing couldn’t take it. He reached out and grabbed Miao Ciyu’s hand, stopping his further actions.
Miao Ciyu paused, lifting his gaze to look at Ruan Qing. The raw emotion in his eyes was deep and almost frightening.
Ruan Qing panicked and turned his head away to avoid that gaze. “I… I’ve been out too long. I should go back.”
Under Miao Ciyu’s increasingly dark expression, Ruan Qing’s voice grew softer and softer, until it was nearly inaudible.
The distance from the village chief’s house to Miao Li’s home was barely ten minutes. No one would take hours just to fetch something.
Miao Ciyu let out a cold laugh. “It’s already been three hours. A few more minutes won’t matter.”
“If I don’t go back soon, Miao Li will get suspicious—mmph.”
Miao Ciyu clearly didn’t want to hear any more—especially not Miao Li’s name. He once again silenced Ruan Qing with a kiss, stealing his breath.
If Ruan Qing wasn’t going to say what he wanted to hear, then he might as well say nothing at all.
Perhaps it was the mention of Miao Li that triggered him, but Miao Ciyu’s actions grew even rougher. He slammed Ruan Qing hard against a tree, causing a sharp pain to shoot through his back.
Though Miao Ciyu struggled to suppress the violent emotions inside him, he stopped the moment he saw the pain crease Ruan Qing’s delicate brow.
He looked down at the things scattered at his feet, kicked a soft cushion that had fallen to the ground, and then forcefully pulled Ruan Qing toward him.
“Be good. Sit down.”
Oh.... //O-O//
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