WIL CH 18

Chapter 18: Ways to Lull Someone to Sleep (Part 1)

If saying thank you wasn’t enough, then how else was he supposed to show his gratitude?

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lin Xi rested his clasped hands on his knees. Even after the car pulled up in front of the company building, he still hadn’t figured out how to thank Wen Feng properly.

In the end, he could only tug at the corner of his shirt, get out of the car, and before closing the door, he said, “I’ll tell you once I’ve thought about it.”

Wen Feng glanced at him and replied slowly, “Mn, take your time.”

Lin Xi spent the whole morning mulling over it. But the more he thought, the further his mind drifted.

Back in university, during those three years, he’d actually seen Wen Feng quite a few times. The first time was on the very first day of school—Wen Feng, then a first-year graduate student, had delivered a speech as the student council president at the opening ceremony.

That day, the sunlight was beautiful. Lin Xi, like all the other freshmen, stood among the crowd, listening intently to the speech of the senior he had never met before. The sunlight bathed Wen Feng’s upright figure in a warm glow. Lin Xi squinted as he looked up at the stage—it was a little too bright, making it hard to see Wen Feng’s face clearly. Just as he tried to open his eyes wider, Wen Feng suddenly looked down and met his gaze for a brief moment before calmly looking away and continuing his speech.

After that, Lin Xi kept running into him—at the convenience store, the milk tea shop, and the dessert shop where he worked part-time. The places were different, but somehow, Wen Feng would always appear.

Around noon, when Assistant Liang came by to deliver lunch, Lin Xi handed him an envelope

“Could you please help me give this to Wen Feng?”

Assistant Liang was visibly surprised, a smile curving on his lips more than usual.

“Of course, Mr. Lin. I’m sure President Wen will be delighted to receive a letter from you.”

Lin Xi rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. He felt the assistant was exaggerating—it was understandable that Liang didn’t know what their relationship was really like. Lin Xi didn’t explain; he simply smiled in response.

At his desk, Lin Xi opened the lunchbox and ate earnestly. He mixed the scrambled eggs with tomato into his rice and took small bites. Just then, his phone buzzed.

When he opened WeChat, the first message was from Wen Feng.

wf: Not bad.

Lin Xi had drawn a cartoon as a thank-you gift for Wen Feng. In the drawing, there were two little chibi figures—one short, one tall—representing him and Wen Feng. The shorter one handed a flower to the taller one, with a speech bubble above that said: “Thank you!”

The taller one was drawn especially cool and composed, while the shorter one looked adorably cute, with large manga-style eyes.

Lin Xi didn’t reply right away. Two minutes later, another message popped up.

wf: Next time, I want real flowers.

Lin Xi blinked at the screen in disbelief. Was Wen Feng… asking him for something? He never expected that such a cold and composed man would like something as frivolous as flowers.

A faint softness crept into Lin Xi’s eyes as his fingertips tapped on the keyboard.

lx: Okay, I got it.

Because he had been interrupted by Wen Feng the night before, Lin Xi hadn’t finished drawing his comic. So during his lunch break, he hurried to complete the ending and uploaded it to his social account.

Many fans had been waiting for days. Within just ten minutes of posting, there were already more than twenty comments.

“Xibing-dada finally updated!”
“Oh my god, this chapter’s so sweet!”
“I’m really curious—Xibing-dada, are these comics based on your real daily life? They feel way too genuine to be made up.”
“Finally, an update!”
“……”

Lin Xi scrolled through the comments one by one, feeling a wave of warmth rise in his chest. Simple, ordinary little stories often comfort the heart the most. He hadn’t drawn them for attention or recognition—he just had no one to share his everyday moments with. So he drew them down, treating them as a kind of record. Unexpectedly, those quiet records gathered so much love.

But before his happiness could settle, anxiety began to creep in again. Tomorrow was the official game launch. That afternoon, Lu Mingyu had pulled both him and Kong Zhao into another meeting, going over tomorrow’s schedule and precautions. Lin Xi spent the entire afternoon worrying about it. Even when Wen Feng came to pick him up from work, he sat in the car flipping through his notes over and over, his face drawn tight with concentration, his brow never once relaxing.

Later that night, as he sat on the bed, Lin Xi softly read from the script in his hands. He’d already gone over it a hundred times—he could probably recite every line backward—but he still couldn’t calm down. The thought of forgetting his words during the live presentation tomorrow made him so nervous that he could only keep reading, over and over, trying to carve every word into his memory.

He was so focused that he didn’t even notice when Wen Feng got into bed.

It wasn’t until Wen Feng called his name three times that Lin Xi finally heard him.

He looked up, startled. “What is it?”

Wen Feng reached over and took the now-creased script from his hands, placing it on the bedside table on his side of the bed—far enough that Lin Xi would have to climb over him to get it back.

“You should sleep now,” Wen Feng said.

Lin Xi’s brows drew together anxiously. “But I want to read it a few more times.”

“You’ve read it plenty already. It’s time to sleep.”

Wen Feng gently pressed him back into the blanket, covering his shoulders and leaving only his head exposed.

Lin Xi’s whole body was tense, not the slightest bit sleepy. The thought of tomorrow’s live broadcast—with real players and media attending—made him so nervous he wanted to back out. But since he had already agreed, he couldn’t go back on his word now. So, trapped between commitment and fear, he could only lie there, restless and anxious.

He kept his eyes open, watching Wen Feng stubbornly, refusing to sleep.

Wen Feng sighed softly, pulling him into his arms and rubbing his back in a slow, soothing rhythm.

“Don’t worry. Just rest for tonight.”

Lin Xi mumbled into his chest, “But… I still can’t fall asleep.”

“Can’t sleep?” Wen Feng said calmly. “Then let’s do something else.”

His hand slipped under Lin Xi’s waistband—but before he could go any further, Lin Xi grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“I don’t want to,” Lin Xi said, pushing him away.

Wen Feng’s voice turned cold. “Then go to sleep.”

Lin Xi didn’t dare talk back. He obediently shut his eyes.

Time passed quietly. Wen Feng’s breathing soon evened out—he seemed to have fallen asleep. The room was utterly still. The steady rhythm of his breathing filled the dark, yet the sound only made Lin Xi more awake. His eyes shone faintly in the darkness. He blinked, staring at the ceiling, and started silently counting rabbits.

One rabbit, two rabbits, three rabbits… three hundred fifty-one rabbits…

Still wide awake.

He turned onto his side, his gaze drifting over Wen Feng’s sharp profile, every line of it perfect even in the dim light. Before he could stop himself, Lin Xi whispered softly, “Wen Feng.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but in the stillness of the night, it sounded strikingly clear.

Startled by his own impulsive call, Lin Xi immediately covered his mouth. Of course—staying up too late really did make people act strange. Hopefully Wen Feng hadn’t heard him—

The next second, a low voice rumbled from Wen Feng’s chest.

“Mm.”

Wen Feng’s eyes slowly opened, the depths of them dark and unreadable.

Lin Xi was still blinking up at him, his gaze full of confusion and worry. Suddenly, Wen Feng pulled him swiftly into his arms, removed the hand covering his mouth, and pressed him down, sealing his lips in a fierce kiss.

Had Wen Feng misunderstood something? That wasn’t what Lin Xi meant at all.

He reached out to push the man away, but Wen Feng was far too heavy—he couldn’t move him at all.

A light bite landed on his lips. It didn’t hurt, but it startled Lin Xi so much that he instinctively parted his mouth. Wen Feng seized the chance and deepened the kiss, tangling their tongues together and refusing to let go. Lin Xi’s breath came out in muffled whimpers, and the faint traces of saliva slid down from the corners of his lips to his neck, glistening faintly in the dark.

One of Wen Feng’s hands moved over Lin Xi’s body, while the other cupped the back of his head, keeping him from turning away.

His hand slowly trailed downward. In one smooth motion, he tugged down Lin Xi’s gray pajama pants and blue underwear to his thighs, then nudged them down further with his knee until they slipped off completely.

Lin Xi lay frozen beneath him, his lower body bare, only the pajama top left loosely hanging on his shoulders—its buttons had come undone at some point without him realizing it.

With his tongue still held captive, Lin Xi murmured between ragged breaths, “No… don’t…”

“Mm. I won’t,” Wen Feng whispered softly.

But instead of stopping, he kissed him again—on the forehead, the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, and finally, those soft, rosy lips that trembled like ripe fruit. Lin Xi’s lips were full and tender, and Wen Feng’s kiss left them tingling and numb.

Lin Xi’s thoughts were in a daze. His hands, which had been pushing against Wen Feng’s chest, gradually slid upward to circle around his neck. He couldn’t think clearly anymore—he couldn’t resist Wen Feng, nor could he resist his own trembling heart. All he could do was surrender, bit by bit, beneath him.

Wen Feng’s hand traced down from Lin Xi’s stomach to his lower abdomen, finally wrapping around his heated length.

A small, helpless sound escaped Lin Xi’s lips—it felt strange, unfamiliar. They had always gone straight to the act before, never like this. It was Wen Feng’s first time touching him in this way.

Lin Xi felt a burning embarrassment rise in his chest. His legs twitched as he tried to pull away, but Wen Feng murmured, “Don’t move.”

“Mm—ah…”

Wen Feng silenced him again with another deep kiss. He pressed his thigh down, pinning Lin Xi’s slender legs beneath him, and his hand moved steadily, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Lin Xi’s body shuddered with every motion. Then suddenly, Wen Feng stopped.

Lin Xi looked up at him with wide, dazed eyes, his gaze glistening under the dim light.

Wen Feng chuckled softly. “You move.”

Lin Xi froze, confused. He didn’t know what to do—he rarely ever touched himself, had never even watched adult films. Everything he knew came from being with Wen Feng. If Wen Feng hadn’t taught him something, he simply didn’t know how.

“I… I don’t know how,” he stammered, his breath uneven, heart pounding wildly.

“Fool,” Wen Feng murmured.

His thumb brushed over the sensitive tip, rubbing gentle circles before stroking downward again. Lin Xi’s whole body trembled, every sense heightening to that one spot. One hand teased him below, while the other slipped into Lin Xi’s mouth, playing with his tongue until his lips and chin were slick with moisture.

When Wen Feng withdrew his fingers, Lin Xi barely had time to catch his breath before his mouth was captured again. The kiss was deep, messy, consuming. Wen Feng swallowed every sound he made, his Adam’s apple moving with every gulp. This time, his tongue delved even deeper, mimicking the rhythm of their bodies—thrusting, retreating, repeating. The motion made Lin Xi’s head spin.

He flinched back slightly, gasping, “It… feels uncomfortable.”

Wen Feng’s gaze darkened, but he murmured, “Alright.”

His hand moved faster, firmer, until Lin Xi’s voice broke into a choked moan.

“Ah—mm…”

Breathing heavily, Lin Xi trembled as the waves of sensation faded. His lower abdomen twitched faintly, his gaze unfocused and hazy.

Before he could recover, Wen Feng bent his knees and lifted Lin Xi’s legs. Something hard and heavy brushed against his thigh with a faint slap.

Lin Xi’s pupils dilated in shock.

Wen Feng brought his legs together, his voice low and rough. “Hold them tighter.”

As he pressed forward, their bodies collided rhythmically—up and down, again and again—until Lin Xi’s head spun and the world around him blurred completely.

(To be continued…)