WIL CH 27

Chapter 27: The Night is Hazy

In the past few days, every evening after work, Lin Xi would lock himself in the game room for an hour. When Wen Feng asked, he would just say he was playing games.

Wen Feng stood outside, knocking on the door. “Lin Xi, go back to your room and sleep.”

Lin Xi’s voice came from behind the door. “I’m not done yet. You go to bed first.”

Wen Feng continued knocking. “You work all day and play games at night—don’t you get tired? I’ve never seen you play during the day.”

“If you don’t come out, do you believe I’ll use the spare key?”

Since Lin Xi didn’t have time to paint during the day, he could only work at night. But recently, Wen Feng had been home every day, making it hard for Lin Xi to hide. He quickly tucked his brushes and paints under the sofa and ran to open the door.

Wen Feng didn’t look pleased. Suspiciously, he asked, “What were you doing in there?”

Leaning against the door, Lin Xi pretended to be casual. “Playing games.”

But there was no way he could fool Wen Feng. There wasn’t a single sound of a game inside—he was clearly lying.

“What are you hiding from me again?” Wen Feng pressed.

Lin Xi looked up at him with his round eyes and said softly, “I’m not hiding anything from you. Don’t be angry. Go back to sleep now.”

“Better be that way,” Wen Feng muttered, not wanting to expose him, and swept him up in his arms.

Since the last time he had carried Lin Xi in a princess carry, Wen Feng had grown fond of holding him that way.

Lin Xi felt a bit awkward and struggled to get down. “I can walk by myself at home.”

“Why, don’t want me to carry you?” Wen Feng said as he walked, deliberately giving a firm squeeze at Lin Xi’s waist.

“No.”

“Then that means you do want me to carry you.”

Lin Xi was left speechless, caught by his words.

Wen Feng set him down on the bed but refused to let go. His eyes locked onto Lin Xi like a predator eyeing its prey, filled with desire and barely restrained anticipation.

Lin Xi gently moved Wen Feng’s hand off his waist and, pretending not to understand, said, “Time to sleep.” He tucked the blanket around himself.

Wen Feng crawled into the bed too, but he didn’t lie quietly in his own spot. Instead, he rolled over and pressed himself against Lin Xi’s lean frame, slowly speaking, “Lin Xi, it’s been so long… are you going to starve me?”

Lin Xi’s heart skipped a beat, and he nervously replied, “We have work tomorrow.”

“Then just this once.” Before Lin Xi could respond, Wen Feng’s hand impatiently slipped under his shirt.

Lin Xi quickly pushed his hand away, stopping him from touching. “Tomorrow, tomorrow… we can do it tomorrow, okay?”

Wen Feng froze.

Lin Xi looked at him and added, “Tomorrow’s Friday. The next day, we don’t have to work.”

The man pressing down on him remained silent, his deep brown eyes unfathomable.

Finally, he said, “If you really want, we can finish the leftover midnight snack from last time.”

Wen Feng’s lips, which had been pressed into a straight line, finally curved into a smile. He said without restraint, “You said it yourself… don’t complain later that I kissed you too long.”

Lin Xi nodded. Tomorrow was his birthday. He didn’t have any expensive gifts to give, but he still wanted to make Wen Feng happy.

Lifting his head slightly from the pillow, he kissed Wen Feng on the lips, boldly sliding his tongue into his mouth.

Wen Feng’s mind went blank. Could it be possible… Lin Xi cared about him too?

Taking the lead, he lifted Lin Xi and pressed him against the headboard, kissing him. The air was thick with the wet sounds of their mouths, their breaths mingling, and the temperature between them rising rapidly.

Lin Xi’s saliva, like an aphrodisiac, only fueled Wen Feng’s desire. The more he kissed, the more uncontrollable he became. He explored every part of Lin Xi’s mouth—teeth, palate, tongue—until everything tasted of himself, finally feeling satisfied.

He drew Lin Xi’s soft, delicious tongue into his mouth, holding it there, refusing to let it go.

Lin Xi kept his mouth open, cooperating with him. Droplets of saliva dripped onto his chin, unnoticed.

Their sleepwear was a mess; Lin Xi’s top had ridden up to his chest. Wen Feng’s broad, heated hands traced his back, inch by inch moving downward. When they reached the sensitive curve of his waist, Lin Xi shrank reflexively, a shiver running through his body, and let out two soft hums without realizing it.

Reluctantly, Wen Feng pulled back from his lips. Their saliva connected at the corners of their mouths, then broke into droplets that fell onto Lin Xi’s lips. Gasping for air, he inhaled deeply.

Wen Feng used his thumb to wipe the droplet away and, after Lin Xi had caught his breath, asked, “Feeling better?”

Lin Xi shook his head, still panting.

His entire face was flushed, bright red like an apple, with traces of their saliva still on his lips, glowing and shiny.

Wen Feng couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Lin Xi into his arms, pressing his head against him, and kissed him with a fierce, almost ravenous intensity, biting at his lips with hunger and force.

Lin Xi cried out softly in pain, letting out muffled sounds from his throat.

Before he could continue, Wen Feng enveloped Lin Xi’s entire mouth with his own, swallowing his cries along with him.

Lin Xi felt suffocated, like a fish gasping desperately for air.

Wen Feng removed Lin Xi’s shirt completely, lowering his head to nibble on his collarbones, leaving a trail of marks. His large hands held Lin Xi’s narrow waist as he slowly laid him on the bed, planting delicate, tingling kisses on his chest.

Lin Xi shivered all over, his legs kicking against the sheets. Wen Feng’s kisses set his entire body ablaze, every inch of him burning with heat.

His eyes glistened with tears, his voice strained and unbearable.

“Enough,” he gasped.

Wen Feng ignored him, taking the small, pink peak of his chest into his mouth, sucking hard, biting at it with his teeth as he went.

Lin Xi felt like he was losing his mind, pushing Wen Feng’s head away with all his strength.

“Stop… don’t… it’s uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? You’re clearly enjoying it! Am I not kissing you right?” Wen Feng replied, redoubling his efforts.

Lin Xi couldn’t bear it and cried out, “Ah… hmm… lighter, please.”

Just as he was about to collapse from the intensity, Wen Feng finally relented from his chest, turning back to kiss his lips.

Lin Xi’s mind spun, unable to think clearly.

He instinctively responded to Wen Feng’s kiss, tangling his tongue with his, refusing to let go.

The room was filled only with their lingering breaths. Outside, the moonlight shone dimly, casting a soft glow through the window.

The moonlight cast their shadows in a blurry, dreamlike haze.

The two of them had no idea how long they had been kissing. Lin Xi only remembered that Wen Feng had carried him back to the room at ten o’clock. During a brief pause to catch their breath, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table—it read 1:30 a.m.

Wen Feng had left countless marks on him, from his collarbones downward. Every inch had been kissed. Lin Xi was exhausted, yet Wen Feng kept going.

In a daze, he barely caught Wen Feng’s words: “Tomorrow, I’m going to do it all night. Don’t even think about hiding.”

His mind didn’t have time to process it, and he drifted off into sleep.

When Lin Xi woke up and saw the marks on his body, he almost cried out in shock. His entire chest and collarbone were covered—there wasn’t a single unmarked spot. They hadn’t even gone further last night, and it had already reached this point. If they had… he shivered at the thought.

Wen Feng was already dressed, standing by the bed in a perfectly tailored suit. His black hair was meticulously styled, his forehead exposed. His thick eyebrows and deep eyes made him look imposing and astonishingly handsome.

Lin Xi stared at him, unable to look away. This man had always been dazzling, impossible to ignore.

“Get up, you’re going to be late.”

Snapping out of his daze, Lin Xi glanced at the clock. He had overslept. Wen Feng had clearly been up for a while but had let him sleep until now. Hastily, he threw back the covers and went to wash up.

He had forgotten that his shirt had been removed last night. As he stood, his upper body, covered in kiss marks, came into Wen Feng’s view.

Realizing this, Lin Xi’s face turned bright red. He scrambled on the bed to find his pajamas, searching frantically but couldn’t locate them.

The culprit was still standing by the bed, watching him with a light laugh.

“Don’t bother looking—they’re not on the bed.”

Wen Feng bent down and picked up the sleepwear Lin Xi had tossed aside last night. In his hand, it looked like nothing more than a useless piece of cloth.

Blushing, Lin Xi snatched the pajamas from him and put them on.

Then, like a fugitive, he dashed into the bathroom and locked the door.

It was colder today. Before leaving, Wen Feng had given him a scarf, covering his mouth so that only his eyes were visible.

He reached out, touching Lin Xi’s soft hair, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.

Lin Xi’s chest burned. After a long pause, he finally mustered the courage to ask, “Can you come pick me up a little earlier tonight? I probably won’t have to work overtime.”

Wen Feng’s expression softened immediately.

“Mm, okay.”

(To be continued…)