Chapter 9: Kidnapped at the Same Time as My Boyfriend’s White Moonlight

◎”Would you kill me?”◎

Like hell I’ll show you anything!

Wen Tong clenched the lighter and cursed Lu Fei silently.

He drew a deep breath, forcing down his anger. “You’ve got your own, don’t you?”

Lu Fei watched him through wisps of smoke, his expression vivid and alive now—far more handsome than the stiff, tense look from before. It made Lu Fei’s heart itch all the more.

Taking a drag, Lu Fei said lazily, “I do. But it’s not as big as yours.”

“I want to see a big one. Broaden my horizons.”

Wen Tong: “…”

Lu Fei blew out a plume of smoke and raised an eyebrow. “So you won’t show me?”

“No.”

He kept teasing. “Why not?”

“At least give me a reason.”

Wen Tong hadn’t expected him to dig this relentlessly. Gritting his teeth, he followed his earlier thread. “It’s too big. I’m afraid it’ll scare you.”

“I’ve seen everything.”

Lu Fei lifted his eyelids and studied the boy’s face—sculpted as if by the Creator himself, eyes clear as glass.

A man, yet more alluring to him than any woman.

Something stirred in him. He spoke slowly. “What could possibly scare me?”

His gaze drifted down to Wen Tong’s crotch. He reached over and tugged at his waistband, voice vicious. “What are you hiding in there that’s so shameful?”

“Did a pussy grow on you?”

Wen Tong: “???”

He’d had enough. “A pussy grew on your mother!”

Lu Fei didn’t get angry—he actually laughed, utterly unbothered. “I’ve never seen my mother. Not once, my whole life.”

No beating, no scolding—just those words. Wen Tong froze for a moment.

Then Lu Fei spoke again.

“Show me a part of my mother, then. That’ll do.”

Wen Tong: “…”

Absolutely deranged.

The tangled emotions in his chest vanished in an instant. He ground out through clenched teeth, “I’m completely normal!”

“Oh? Then why won’t you show me?”

Because I’m afraid you won’t be able to control yourself and you’ll rape me! Wen Tong had no interest in arguing further—he couldn’t out-argue the man, and he certainly couldn’t out-sleaze him.

He consoled himself that a real man bends and stretches, then said flatly, “I’m afraid you’ll see through me. I’m not as big as you.”

“Yours is the biggest. Yours is the biggest of all.”

Lu Fei still wouldn’t let him off the hook, pressing with keen interest. “Bigger than Xie You’s?”

Wen Tong gave up the fight and nodded.

Lu Fei began slandering Xie You. “That scrawny Xie You—tiny and useless, right?”

Wen Tong kept nodding.

Slightly satisfied, Lu Fei pressed on. “Am I the biggest you’ve ever seen?”

Wen Tong was numb.

Lu Fei didn’t like that dead-eyed look on him. He shifted his hips upward. “Answer me.”

Wen Tong’s eyes went wide. The heat of Lu Fei’s body spread through the fabric like a contagion, seeping into him, scalding his cheeks red in an instant.

He bit down on his back teeth and squeezed two sentences out through the gaps. “Yes. You’re the biggest.”

“You’re the fucking biggest!”

What the hell does being big even get you, Wen Tong cursed inwardly.

He thought darkly: Anyone who cares this much about size has got to be a needle dick.

Lu Fei caught one look at his expression and knew exactly what he was thinking. He drawled, “Sure, being big doesn’t do a damn thing.”

Wen Tong’s heart lurched. He looked up.

Lu Fei’s lips curved slightly, a half-smile that wasn’t quite a smile. “What? Feeling like size alone isn’t enough of an impression?”

“Want to get a taste of my technique too?”

Wen Tong: “…”

I’d like to get a taste of your death, thanks.

He felt like the number of times he’d been left speechless over the past seven years couldn’t hold a candle to these few days with Lu Fei.

Wen Tong pressed his lips together, done with the man. Eyes forward, mind inward—he started playing dead.

Lu Fei hadn’t had his fill of teasing. He tossed out a few more crude remarks, but seeing Wen Tong give zero reaction, he lost the mood. He let the cold wind cool his fever.

Before long, the SUV rolled onto a dirt path between fields and stopped beside a small wooden cabin.

The driver and the front passenger got out first. Then the trunk popped open, and the guy who’d been curled up back there bolted without a backward glance.

Wen Tong looked at Lu Fei. Lu Fei didn’t move—not the slightest intention of getting out.

A moment later, someone tapped softly on the door.

Green Face’s voice came from outside. “Third Master, time to switch cars.”

Lu Fei’s body still hadn’t calmed. He frowned. “Wait.”

“Yes.” Green Face acknowledged and moved away from the vehicle.

Wen Tong could vaguely hear the kidnappers talking outside:

“Why isn’t Third Master getting out?”

“You want Third Master to climb out with a hard-on?”

“Huh? He still hasn’t taken care of it?”

“What do you know? That’s called stamina.”

Wen Tong: “…”

Lu Fei: “…”

The underlings’ voices faded into the distance until they were gone.

Wen Tong’s eyelid twitched. Now it really was just him and Lu Fei in the car.

Whatever Lu Fei wanted to do, no one would interrupt.

His body went rigid. He looked at Lu Fei tensely.

Lu Fei’s expression hadn’t changed much, but Wen Tong could clearly feel his body temperature rising—fever-hot.

He noticed Lu Fei flex his fingers. The instant before the man moved, Wen Tong scrambled off his lap and lunged for the door handle, trying to yank it open and bolt.

He pulled hard. The door didn’t budge.

Locked.

Wen Tong pressed his back flat against the door, staring fixedly at Lu Fei.

He couldn’t beat Lu Fei.

The only gun in the back seat was at Lu Fei’s feet. If he went for it, he’d definitely get fucked before his hand even touched it.

Lu Fei could see how terrified Wen Tong was, watching those raven-feather lashes tremble without pause. His throat rolled.

He’d never intended to do anything in the car anyway.

The kid had nearly cried from a kiss. Kiss him down there and who knew how furious he’d get.

Lu Fei knew Wen Tong’s temperament wasn’t as docile as his looks suggested. There was a stubborn streak in him.

He mulled it over for a second, then said, “I won’t touch you.”

“But you’ll do as I say.”

Wen Tong watched him warily, doubting the truth of it.

Seeing that, Lu Fei scoffed. “If I really meant to fuck you, could you even hide?”

Fair point.

“I’ll open the door. Once you’re out, stand by the window and don’t move.”

Letting him out?

Wen Tong blinked, then tried the handle.

This time it opened easily.

He scrambled out fast, and the second his feet hit the ground, he slammed the door shut, locking Lu Fei inside.

Lu Fei truly had no intention of getting out. Seeing Wen Tong edge a step away, he spoke up in warning. “I know you’re not afraid to die.”

“You run one step, and I won’t be the only one fucking you later.”

At that, Wen Tong immediately abandoned any thought of making a run for it and getting shot. He stood obediently by the car.

Lu Fei rolled down the window. Seeing him standing sideways with his head turned away, he spoke again. “Turn around.”

“Look at me.”

Wen Tong obeyed, turning to face him.

The window was only partly down. From his angle, all he could see was Lu Fei’s face.

Lu Fei was actually very handsome—sharp, angular features that hinted at foreign blood. Slightly prominent brow bones, a high nose bridge, wheat-colored skin and sleek muscle. He radiated a raw, potent masculinity.

It was just that his brows carried a latent ferocity, a menace plain on his face. He looked like someone you did not want to cross.

Wind swept past. Branches swayed, carrying away the faintest sounds.

Wen Tong stood there stiffly, puzzled by whatever nerve Lu Fei had just hit.

Why make him stand here and look?

Inside the car, Lu Fei’s narrow eyes narrowed further, his pupils darkening.

After a long while, he spoke, voice hoarse. “Wen Tong.”

Wen Tong startled. “Huh?”

“Nice way you say it.”

Wen Tong: “???”

“What did I say?”

Lu Fei let out a low laugh. His gaze turned almost tangible, trailing slowly from Wen Tong’s lips down to his neck, circling the small Adam’s apple there.

When he saw the red-and-purple fingerprints on the side of Wen Tong’s neck, he immediately recalled the exquisite sensation of his hand wrapped around the boy’s throat. His mind went blank for a moment.

He leaned back, unhurriedly wiped his hands, opened the door, and got out.

Lu Fei stood one meter ninety—twenty centimeters taller than Wen Tong.

Standing beside him, Wen Tong felt like a mountain had pressed in on him, an oppressive weight that made his skin crawl. He couldn’t help stepping back.

The next second, realizing he’d moved, he rushed to explain. “I’m not running. I’m just making way for you.”

Lu Fei answered lazily, “How thoughtful. Almost human of you.”

Wen Tong: “…”

He smiled without smiling. “Still a step above you.”

Lu Fei raised an eyebrow, about to retort, when two understated black cars came down the field road ahead.

The underlings from before had probably seen them get out. In the blink of an eye, one of the cars pulled up in front of Wen Tong.

Green Face climbed out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door.

Wen Tong stood his ground and scanned the area.

Seven in the morning, fully light out, but there wasn’t another living soul in these fields besides them.

He couldn’t outrun a car. No escape.

It wasn’t until Lu Fei tugged at his collar that Wen Tong reluctantly, slowly, got in.

He wanted to take the front passenger seat to keep Lu Fei’s hands off him, but before he could even reach for the door, he was shoved into the back.

Once in, Green Face hit the gas and spoke as he drove. “Third Master, the boats at CT1 through CT5 are all ready.”

“Where to?”

Lu Fei asked, “When were the boats prepared?”

“Last night.”

“Not any of them.” Lu Fei paused, then told him, “Send a few men in disguise to board at CT1.”

He shot a glance at Wen Tong, then said to Green Face, “Make sure you pick a short one.”

Wen Tong: “???”

Fist, clenched.

Lu Fei continued. “Have the men at CT10 keep one boat. No driver needed. We’ll leave from CT10.”

“Yes.” Green Face acknowledged.

Listening to them, Wen Tong cursed Lu Fei as treacherous and sly, then started thinking seriously. “CT” was probably a pier designation.

Where could you go by boat?

Xingyun Port was a coastal city. Leaving along the coast…

Wen Tong’s heart dropped. Were they going abroad?

The car sped along, scenery flashing past. Soon they’d left the field road for the coastal highway.

Wen Tong unconsciously clutched his clothes, staring hard at every car and pedestrian they passed.

They drove past pier after pier. Forget pursuing police—he hadn’t seen a single patrol car, not one traffic cop.

As they neared their destination, he pressed his lips together and spoke up slowly. “Um…”

Lu Fei turned his head.

Wen Tong ventured, “When we get to the pier… will you let me go?”

Lu Fei reached over and pinched his cheek, smiling. “Where do you want to go?”

“Looking for Xie You?”

His tone was smiling, his eyes layered with warmth—but beneath it, ice. A cold that chilled to the bone.

Wen Tong’s spine went taut instinctively. He lowered his voice. “Then… would you kill me?”

Lu Fei answered lazily, “Kill you? Of course I’ll kill you.”

“I’ll fuck you first, then kill you.”

Wen Tong: “…”

He fell silent for a moment, then tried to bargain. “How about you kill me first, then fuck me?”

“I definitely won’t resist.”