The most important thing in training a dog was to clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments. When it did well, it naturally deserved food and praise, which made the dog increasingly obedient.
Zhong Nian understood this principle, but he had overlooked one point: dogs tasting meat for the first time often lost control.
In the bedroom, he was pressed against the door by the sturdy-built man, and his originally plump lips were nibbled and tugged out of shape.
The inexperienced man had tasted meat for the first time, just like a dog without self-control, gnawing wildly and leaving teeth marks on the pretty lips, smearing them with saliva, and sucking on the sweetness.
This left Zhong Nian suffering.
Although Mo Heng’s kisses were deep and intense, they weren’t without method, and later on, with more practice, his technique became even more skilled.
It was nothing like Pei Yan’s reckless approach, which left one utterly unable to parry and feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Zhong Nian had originally thought that Pei Yan was so obedient and tentative when making requests that he wouldn’t be this rough, but in the end, he had been careless.
“Mmph… stop…!”
With his lip pearl repeatedly nipped and bitten, Zhong Nian finally couldn’t endure it and slapped Pei Yan’s head with his hand.
However, Pei Yan seemed utterly oblivious and continued obsessively until Zhong Nian stomped hard on his foot. Only then did he snap back to reality like waking from a dream, stopping his actions and looking at Zhong Nian in a daze.
Clearly, he still felt unsatisfied and had no idea what he had done wrong.
Zhong Nian leaned against the door and panted for two breaths. He raised his hand and gently touched his still-trembling lips—they were swollen, numb, and a bit painful.
After confirming they weren’t broken, he lifted his long lashes and glared at Pei Yan with watery eyes tinged with anger. “Who kisses like you do?”
Pei Yan immediately panicked. “S-Sorry, it’s my first time, I’m not very good at it… Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“Kissing isn’t about gnawing with your teeth randomly. You need to be gentler. The way you did it made me feel like I was a dog bone—really uncomfortable.” Zhong Nian clearly expressed his feelings. Seeing Pei Yan so guilt-ridden that he couldn’t lift his head, he softened his tone. “But since it’s your first time, it’s not unforgivable…”
Pei Yan’s back heaved as he stared at Zhong Nian’s lips, now coated with his saliva, from start to finish. As he watched, his throat grew parched again, and he said hoarsely, “Yeah, I got it.”
“You…”
Before Zhong Nian could finish speaking, Pei Yan pressed the back of his head against the bedroom door again.
He hadn’t expected Pei Yan to immediately apply the lesson he’d just learned. Soon, he kissed him again.
But this time, Pei Yan was indeed much gentler. He lightly pressed against Zhong Nian’s lips and sucked delicately, carefully licking his lip pearl.
The large dog, having been scolded, clumsily gauged the limits, not daring to gnaw recklessly anymore. He worked hard to please, probing while observing the young man’s expression.
Seeing that the youth wasn’t angry, he grew bolder and pushed further, extending his tongue into that mouth that always exhaled a soul-snatching fragrance.
“Mm…”
Zhong Nian let out a soft cry and furrowed his brows.
Pei Yan was tall, and even his tongue was thicker than an ordinary man’s. It had only squeezed in two-thirds of the way, but it already filled Zhong Nian’s small mouth, leaving his tongue nowhere to escape.
Seeing that Zhong Nian seemed a bit uncomfortable, Pei Yan hastily scooped out a bit of the sweet saliva from his mouth and pulled back, asking nervously, “Is something wrong?”
“No…” Zhong Nian moved his cheeks, which had just been stretched open, and looked up at Pei Yan, complaining softly. “You’re too big… My mouth gets sore when you put it in.”
Pei Yan’s mind exploded with a boom, leaving him dizzy. All the heat rushed downward.
Zhong Nian was still rubbing his cheeks when he heard the man in front of him stammer, “Then… you stick your tongue out, and I’ll suck on it. I-I won’t go in, okay?”
Zhong Nian pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment. “Next time. I’m a bit tired now.”
Pei Yan was chased out of the bedroom and could only stare blankly at his own tightly shut bedroom door.
He repeatedly savored the taste of the sweet saliva he’d just sucked, his back shuddering with excitement.
Next time… When was next time?
…
To make this “next time” arrive as soon as possible, Pei Yan served him even more diligently.
He, who normally hated going out, now frequently went shopping for supplies, but always chose times when there were the fewest people. He bought back piles of things—not just food and daily necessities, but also many decorative items to spruce up the house.
The originally gloomy home gradually warmed up. Pei Yan no longer always drew the curtains and even let sunlight into the living room—so that Zhong Nian would be willing to stay out there longer.