Chapter 18: Arrogant Big Star

Lin Wu froze for a moment, his gaze involuntarily trailing down Ji Xingci’s hand.

He had actually stuck two bandages inside his shirt.

If Ji Xingci’s face weren’t so flushed, if he weren’t still glaring at Lin Wu with those pitiful, swollen red nipples pushing up against the bandages…

Lin Wu would have burst out laughing.

Fortunately, he managed to hold it back.

Ji Xingci’s neck had turned red from embarrassment too. That morning, when he’d woken up, things had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.

He could no longer stand the friction of his clothes against his skin.

What was he supposed to do? It wasn’t like he could wear a bra!

“So, what’s going on here?”

“It’s all your fault…”

Lin Wu ducked his head.

He couldn’t argue with that…

“Let me take a look,” Lin Wu said, gently peeling at the bandage.

Ji Xingci flinched—perhaps from pain, or maybe something else entirely—and Lin Wu instinctively steadied him with a pinch.

Then, right before his eyes, Ji Xingci’s eyelashes fluttered, and a tiny bead of milk squeezed out.

It trembled precariously, on the verge of falling.

??

Startled, Lin Wu leaned in and sucked it up.

“…”

Only after he’d done it did he freeze.

What the hell was he doing? Even if he drained every last drop…

There was no hiding this anymore…

Lin Wu swallowed hard in nervous anticipation, then carefully lifted his head to gauge Ji Xingci’s reaction.

Ji Xingci’s face burned red, but he didn’t snap.

Just as Lin Wu had suspected.

He knew Lin Wu wanted a taste. He’d seen right through him from the start.

The guy had even pretended not to be interested before.

Hah.

“It’s all because of you that things turned out like this…”

Ji Xingci knew he ought to put a stop to it. It was Lin Wu’s bizarre fascination with his chest that had led to this mess. What kind of image did it paint—a grown man like him, acting this way?

But…

Lin Wu’s fluffy head was pressed right against him now, those eyes fixed on him with open hunger. He looked just like a greedy little dog.

And the sensation…

He’d put a stop to it next time.

Just this once wouldn’t hurt. Next time, he’d definitely draw the line. Absolutely.

Ji Xingci schooled his expression into stern lines. “If you’re going to do it, then get on with it.”

“…”

Lin Wu had already sampled the sweet milk. There was no explaining his way out of this now—he was committed. He dove back in.

Ji Xingci’s reactions were intense, flushing Lin Wu’s cheeks in turn.

The air around them grew thick and feverish in moments.

A sheen of sweat broke out over Ji Xingci’s skin, his entire body flushed and trembling like he was on the verge of breaking.

But Lin Wu pressed on. He wanted to drain this batch first.

He switched to the right side and tugged harder. Ji Xingci’s response was explosive—he nearly buckled. Lin Wu caught him, twisting their bodies to guide him back onto the table.

“You bastard…!”

The Big Star wasn’t cooperating. He clearly hated being in such a vulnerable position, yet he seemed to crave Lin Wu’s attentions all the same.

In their tussle, Ji Xingci yanked him close for a kiss. Lin Wu hesitated—was there still milk on his breath? Would it give them away?

Then his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen: Xu Qing.

Ji Xingci spotted it too and bristled instantly. No more kissing—he lunged for the phone.

Lin Wu pinned his hands down. “Ji Xingci?”

“He picked up yesterday! Why can he, but I can’t?”

“I’ve already told him not to…”

Ji Xingci’s eyes blazed with stubborn fury. “He still did! Admit it!”

“…”

They were really arguing over this?

Lin Wu couldn’t outstubborn him. Ji Xingci snatched the phone.

“Sorry, Lin Wu’s tied up right now,” he said, voice still breathy. His collar hung open, one arm hooked tight around Lin Wu’s neck while the other clutched the phone. “He won’t have time to chat in the future, either.”

“What, didn’t you know he came to see me? Of course he misses me. He wants to—”

Lin Wu pressed a palm to his forehead and wrestled the phone away.

“Bro, sorry—gotta go!”

Ji Xingci fumed. “Don’t talk to him!”

“Why bother explaining to him? Did you ever explain things to me?”

Lin Wu sighed in exasperation. “Ji Xingci…”

“Delete him.”

Lin Wu blinked. “You know we’re just friends.”

“Are you an idiot? He doesn’t see you that way!”

“I can’t just— we’ve known each other for years…”

Ji Xingci flipped their positions in a flash, slamming Lin Wu onto the table instead. He loomed over him, seething.

“Didn’t you promise to listen to me before?”

Lin Wu met his gaze, his own eyes darkening. “But you’re asking this of me—can you even keep up your end? What are we to each other, anyway?”

Pain and conflict flickered across Lin Wu’s face as he shoved Ji Xingci back.

“You said it yourself—we’re not lovers. You’ve been hyping CP with all those actresses. Why should I delete people for you on a whim?”

Ji Xingci went still.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll head back.”

Lin Wu feigned heartbreak, though he had to discreetly wipe the milky sweetness from his lips.

“You just make me miserable.”

“No!”

Ji Xingci panicked.

“You can’t go see him.”

Who knew what might unfold if Lin Wu went back to Xu Qing? The two of them under one roof—it was too risky.

The mere thought of Lin Wu tangled up with Xu Qing filled him with murderous rage.

Lover, boyfriend—labels like that hardly mattered. All he cared about was getting Lin Wu to delete Xu Qing and stay the hell away. If that’s what it took, he could sweet-talk him into calling them lovers. No skin off his back.

“Delete him first! I…”

He racked his brain. What leverage did he have left to offer Lin Wu? He could sense the hesitation irking him.

In truth, Lin Wu had spotted another glistening bead of milk trembling free.

!

He couldn’t let it go to waste.

Ji Xingci’s face flamed anew.

“You…”

Did he want to be lovers that badly? The idea didn’t repulse Ji Xingci at all. If anything, his heart hammered wildly, leaving him lightheaded. When had Lin Wu ever been this enthusiastic?

“Enough—stop. This feels… so weird…”

“Lin Wu! Ah…”

Ji Xingci was fully pinned to the table now. He bucked wildly all of a sudden, trying to haul Lin Wu off him, but Lin Wu wouldn’t budge.

Not until Ji Xingci went limp.

Lin Wu finally lifted his head. Ji Xingci lay there, hands clamped over his face, chest heaving, skin a deep crimson. Lin Wu’s gaze drifted lower.

Well… the pants were a mess now, too…

He started to pull away, but Ji Xingci clung fast.

“You’re not going back to Xu Qing’s.”

“…” Even though it was his place. Seeing how much it mattered to Ji Xingci, Lin Wu nodded and gave in.

And so Lin Wu found himself swept back to Ji Xingci’s sprawling apartment once more.

He had no idea how he’d ended up on this one-way street.

Ji Xingci headed off to shower alone, leaving Lin Wu to fret over whether he’d finally notice the lactation for himself.

Although it was only a matter of time before it was discovered,

since it hadn’t been found out yet, he could only try his best to hide it for the time being.

That evening, as they slept together, Lin Wu’s nose twitched. He secretly pulled open Ji Xingci’s clothes and discovered that it had all leaked out…

“……”

Then what could he do?

He could only eat it.

Then, Ji Xingci woke up.

“What are you… doing?”

His voice was groggy and muddled at first. As he slowly made out the head nestled in his arms, his ears turned red.

No, does Lin Wu like it this much? He was so reluctant before, but now he’s even sneaking extra snacks at night. It feels so warm in his arms.

If only he’d trained his chest a bit more.

No!

“You can’t do this; it’ll only get worse and worse,” Ji Xingci said as he pushed him.

This was indeed true…

Lin Wu swallowed.

There hadn’t been this much before.

“If this keeps up, I’ll have to go see the doctor!”

How could it swell this badly for no reason at all?

Lin Wu lowered his head and said nothing. He was also very distressed.

However, Ji Xingci had somewhat misunderstood. What kind of expression was that on Lin Wu’s face? Was he that disappointed?

He likes it that much…? Could it be that he lacked maternal love growing up?

He looks quite pitiful.

But no matter how much Ji Xingci trains his own pectoral muscles, they’re still flat…

Wait, doesn’t that mean Lin Wu likes women even more?

The big star immediately frowned and pushed Lin Wu’s face away.

“You’re not allowed to eat anymore.” This was a psychological perversion—he had to correct it for him!

“Ah?” Because Lin Wu really stopped eating, Ji Xingci felt a bit strange again.

“Why is it so wet and sticky…”

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but Lin Wu immediately pressed his hand down.

“Uh… saliva. It’s my saliva.”

Ji Xingci was stunned.

Lin Wu blushed.

“Because you’ve been holding me the whole time, making my face stick to this…”

“Who held you?”

Lin Wu: “……” So it turns out he doesn’t know.

Ji Xingci didn’t sleep honestly at all—he always squeezed against him. He had to drape his legs and arms over him! It was so annoying.

Lin Wu didn’t even like sleeping with him.

Ji Xingci’s expression also darkened.

Lin Wu’s symptoms were so severe! He must have done plenty with… what the hell, how could he casually treat women like his mom!

Ji Xingci huffed angrily, wanting to grab some paper to wipe it off, but Lin Wu still refused to get up.

“Enough already—do you think you’re some unweaned kid?”

“Ah?” Lin Wu jumped in shock.

“Get up.”

He had no idea why the big star was getting angry at himself again. Finally, he pushed Lin Wu away and got out of bed.

Lin Wu said nothing. He watched as Ji Xingci went to the bathroom by himself and didn’t come out even after a long time, so he felt in his heart that things were probably not looking good.