Chapter 46: Being Pushed Part 1

Tao Zhi could never guess Fu Si Heng’s thoughts.

Before coming over, he thought the worst-case scenario might be like last time at the villa—his lips kissed until they split open, sore and painful, requiring ointment for days and avoiding spicy food.

In terms of kissing, that was probably the worst it could get.

To prepare, Tao Zhi had stopped at a pharmacy before boarding the plane and splurged on the best tube of ointment.

Thirty yuan—a rare act of treating himself. He didn’t buy the cheap stuff; he picked the most expensive one.

He was fully prepared.

But Fu Si Heng didn’t kiss his mouth today. Instead, he went for his neck.

The flesh at his neck was caught between the man’s lips and teeth. A sharp, brief sting shot through him, followed by the sensation of it being sucked.

The tingling numbness made Tao Zhi’s fingers curl involuntarily.

His hands still rested on Fu Si Heng’s neck. Fu Si Heng was really tall—even sitting on the kitchen counter, he didn’t need to look down at him.

Instead, Fu Si Heng had lowered his head.

There was a dark head at Tao Zhi’s neck, and his hands rested on the shoulders of that dark head.

It looked like he was holding Fu Si Heng.

Tao Zhi was completely unaware.

All his senses were occupied by the man before him.

Up close, he heard Fu Si Heng’s deep breaths, low pants. His high-bridged nose pressed into the hollow of Tao Zhi’s shoulder, and the scorching nasal breaths made him tremble slightly.

How could someone’s body temperature be this high?

Like a furnace.

The heating was already cranked up, and now this hot breath—his body straightened, his neck tensing like a violin string.

“Brother Fu.” Tao Zhi called out to him in a trembling voice.

Fu Si Heng hummed in response.

Low and hoarse.

“It’s hot…” Tao Zhi pushed at his shoulders. “That’s enough, that’s enough.”

The spot on his neck that had been tormented was burning hot, marked with bite marks and red hickeys, looking messy and pitiful. Now it stung faintly again.

Tao Zhi instinctively squeezed his left eye shut. Soon enough, Fu Si Heng finally lifted his head from his neck.

But he still didn’t let go.

His hands remained braced on either side of him, his gaze dropping thoughtfully.

It was over. Tao Zhi let out a breath of relief, lowered his hands, and tilted his face up to look at Fu Si Heng.

Their eyes met, and Tao Zhi suddenly felt at a loss for what to do.

Fu Si Heng showed no intention of releasing him, hands still braced beside him, his gaze naked and blatant, as if he wanted to devour him. It made Tao Zhi uneasy.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tao Zhi pursed his lips.

Fu Si Heng: “Thinking about something.”

“Hm?” Tao Zhi was innocent and naive, easily falling into the trap and following Fu Si Heng’s lead. “What?”

Fu Si Heng: “Marriage.”

Tao Zhi: “?”

Huh???

Tao Zhi was dumbfounded.

Why bring up marriage again?

Tao Zhi had zero interest in discussing it. His expression turned awkward, unsure where to put his hands and feet, stammering, “It’s, it’s way too early to talk about that—”

“Not early.” Fu Si Heng said, “I’m twenty-nine this year. It’s about time I got married.”

Fu Si Heng paused there, and Tao Zhi immediately went on high alert.

He’d been burned by Fu Si Heng before, terrified he’d say something about having kids next. For the first time, Tao Zhi rudely interrupted. “I-I’m still young…!”

Tao Zhi said, “I’m only nineteen.”

Not even fully nineteen yet.

Just turned nineteen in May this year.

“Mm.” A light chuckle escaped Fu Si Heng’s nose. “You’re still just a little baby.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

The already-adult Tao Zhi thought: Not that much of a baby…

This left Tao Zhi at a loss for words again.

He wasn’t sure if he should argue, awkwardly scratching the tip of his nose.

Then his lips were kissed.

Kissed twice.

Kissed three times.

Mmph.

Tao Zhi didn’t mind this kind of kiss. If anything, he felt a sense of relief.

He didn’t kiss me breathless. He’s a good guy.

…

No.

What kind of messed-up thoughts are these?

Tao Zhi realized his mindset had shifted dramatically and quickly pushed at Fu Si Heng. “Okay, put me down now.”

Fu Si Heng didn’t.

Not only did he not, he lowered his head, kissed Tao Zhi’s chin, and told him, “Your button came undone.”

“Hm?” Tao Zhi looked down.

After arriving at Fu Si Heng’s place, with the heating so warm, he hadn’t buttoned his coat. Beneath it was the white shirt he’d bought at the mall today.

Just as Fu Si Heng said, one button had come off at some point, exposing a section of pale collarbone.

Tao Zhi hurriedly raised his hand to cover it.

Too late.

Fu Si Heng wasn’t just warning him—he was stating a fact.

Before Tao Zhi’s hand reached his shirt, Fu Si Heng had already bent down to bite his collarbone.

The man buried his face against him, nibbling densely, deliberately grinding his teeth against the flesh on the collarbone, leaving vivid red marks.

Tao Zhi’s eyelashes trembled.

This position was a bit odd.

When he looked down, he saw Fu Si Heng’s head… and thought, uh.

Good thing he was kissing the collarbone and not elsewhere.

Tao Zhi tried to convince himself, but still felt embarrassed and shy. He turned his face away, refusing to look, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter tightly, not reaching out to hold Fu Si Heng’s head.

Fu Si Heng, however, lifted a hand to grip Tao Zhi’s waist.

The kisses grew heavier, interspersed with nibbles and licks, making Tao Zhi’s fingers shift. He accidentally brushed the nearby cool metal grid.

Hot lips and cold metal—two sensations on his body. Tao Zhi quickly pulled his hand back, unsure where to put it. His dangling toes curled tightly, the tips flushing pink.

“Okay, right…?” Tao Zhi couldn’t take it anymore. His waist had gone soft from the tingling.

He tried to stop Fu Si Heng.

No success.

Fu Si Heng kept kissing him, his fingers slipping under the shirt hem, pressing into the dip of his waist.

“Brother Fu.” His trembling voice sounded like a plea.

But the response wasn’t Fu Si Heng’s voice—instead, the second shirt button popped off and hit the floor with a clack.

Tao Zhi hadn’t even reacted—

“Is your chest a bit too small?” The mischievous older man looked up, asking doubtfully.

Tao Zhi: “…”

“No—”