Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 17

Song Zhen spent ten days binge-watching Ji Qinglin’s entire filmography. One of the dramas was titled Winter Love Song, where Ji Qinglin played a photographer who hid a terminal illness from his lover.

It was a tragic story.

In the final moments of his life, the photographer decided to visit all the places he and his lover had once promised to see together, mailing a postcard from each location.

After his death, his lover sat reading the words on the back of those postcards, tears streaming down her face as a melancholic soundtrack began to play. Song Zhen, watching from his bed, found his own eyes welling up in sympathy.

He was leaning against the headboard, finishing the episode before sleep, when he sniffled. Fu Yuhang, sitting beside him, glanced over. When he caught a glimpse of Ji Qinglin’s face on the screen, his expression darkened, and he snatched the phone away.

“I wasn’t finished yet!”

“Go to sleep.”

They spoke almost simultaneously. Song Zhen couldn’t help but snap, “Why are you so annoying!”

“And you think you’re charming?” Fu Yuhang let out a cold snort. “You stayed up until 2:00 AM yesterday and 2:30 AM the night before. Did you think I didn’t know?”

“If it weren’t for the sake of the baby, do you think I’d enjoy managing you?”

“You!”

“Go. To. Sleep.” Fu Yuhang issued the final ultimatum. Without waiting for Song Zhen’s reaction, he pulled him down into the covers.

Fuming, Song Zhen scurried to the furthest edge of the bed. However, once he fell asleep in the middle of the night, he was instinctively drawn to Fu Yuhang’s pheromones and ended up curling into the Alpha’s arms anyway.

The day before their trip ended, Ji Qinglin treated Song Zhen to dinner. Song Zhen shared all his thoughts on the dramas; Ji Qinglin was embarrassed at first but found Song Zhen’s feedback surprisingly insightful.

Song Zhen praised how much his acting had improved, noting that while the early roles were green, he now truly embodied his characters. He even joked that he had become a genuine fan and that Ji Qinglin would surely become a superstar one day.

Beaming with joy, Ji Qinglin promised that if that day ever came, he’d give Song Zhen a signed photo so he could brag about it online. Song Zhen’s almond eyes curved into a sweet smile.

On their final day in F City, Fu Yuhang returned early, around 5:00 PM. He told Song Zhen to pack their bags; they were heading back to A City that night.

Song Zhen finished packing.

Rumble.

A sudden crack of thunder followed a bolt of purple lightning. A torrential downpour swept in, veiling F City in a thick curtain of rain. The storm was so violent that the mountain roads were closed, forcing them to stay at the villa until the weather cleared.

By 8:00 PM, the rain hadn’t let up; it had only grown more ferocious. Fu Yuhang called Lin Ze and canceled their travel plans.

The entire villa felt eerie and cold under the onslaught of the storm and the booming thunder. Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning struck, and the brightly lit villa plunged into total darkness.

A blackout.

Endless darkness swallowed everything in sight. With his vision gone, Song Zhen’s other senses heightened. He could hear his own frantic heartbeat and the unnervingly heavy, ragged breathing of Fu Yuhang beside him.

“Fu Yuhang?” Song Zhen called out tentatively.

There was no answer.

“Fu Yuhang?” he called again. Still nothing.

Song Zhen started to panic. An empty, mountainside villa during a blackout felt like the perfect setting for a horror movie.

Because he had been secretly binge-watching dramas while Fu Yuhang slept, his phone battery was nearly dead. Since they were supposed to leave that night, he hadn’t bothered to charge it. Now, the second he flicked on the flashlight, the phone died completely.

Left to fumble in the dark, Song Zhen reached out blindly until he felt a chest heaving violently.

“Fu Yuhang?”

He felt further down and touched a pair of hands that were ice-cold. He realized something was very wrong.

“What’s happened?” Song Zhen asked, gripping those terrifyingly cold hands.

Fu Yuhang remained silent. Song Zhen reached into the Alpha’s pocket and pulled out his phone. He used Fu Yuhang’s finger to unlock it and turned on the flashlight, only to see that Fu Yuhang was deathly pale.

“Fu Yuhang, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” Song Zhen’s voice was urgent as he squeezed his hands.

Fu Yuhang stared at him for a long moment before suddenly pulling him into a tight embrace. Song Zhen instinctively struggled for a second, but Fu Yuhang’s voice came out hoarse: “Don’t move. Just let me hold you for a while.”

Song Zhen froze. He could feel Fu Yuhang trembling.

“What is it?” Song Zhen asked, placing his hands on the Alpha’s back.

“PTSD,” Fu Yuhang said after a long silence, his voice finally sounding a bit more normal. “When I was a kid, I was kidnapped during a thunderstorm like this. I was locked in a pitch-black room for three days and nights.”

Fu Yuhang’s tone was flat, but Song Zhen felt a tightness in his own chest.

It was the first time he had seen such a vulnerable side of the man. The way Fu Yuhang leaned on him reminded Song Zhen of his brother, Song Heng. Song Heng also hated thunderstorms and extreme darkness; he hadn’t realized there was such a painful reason behind it.

Song Zhen hugged Fu Yuhang tightly, gently patting his back with heartache. “It’s over now. Don’t be afraid. You’re not alone; I’m with you.”

Song Zhen’s voice was incredibly tender. The rhythmic patting soothed Fu Yuhang, whose emotions slowly began to stabilize.

Song Zhen turned the phone’s flashlight to its brightest setting and led Fu Yuhang to the second-floor bedroom. It wasn’t as dark there, and the rain seemed to be letting up slightly.

“Let’s just sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up,” Song Zhen coaxed softly. He remembered how Song Heng used to hold him tight during storms and bury his head in Song Zhen’s chest, asking for a lullaby.

Song Zhen asked gently, “Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Fu Yuhang’s reaction wasn’t as intense now. He buried his face in Song Zhen’s chest and muttered, “Forget it.”

“I don’t want to have nightmares.”

Song Zhen: “?”

He froze, realizing that the man was insulting no, blatantly mocking, his singing voice! He felt like Fu Yuhang’s earlier fear might have been a ruse to trick him. If he could still be this sarcastic, he was clearly fine.

“Well, I’m singing anyway!” Song Zhen declared. He leaned right into Fu Yuhang’s ear and started singing the song he used to sing for Song Heng, intentionally raising his voice:

“The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars follow!” “Fireflies fly, fireflies fly!” “You are missing… mmmph!”

Fu Yuhang covered Song Zhen’s mouth with his hand. “Just shut up.”

Song Zhen nipped at Fu Yuhang’s finger, forcing him to let go, and continued to finish the song:

“The stars in the sky weep, the roses on the ground wither!” “The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows!” “As long as”

His mouth was blocked by Fu Yuhang again.

This time, Fu Yuhang’s tongue forcefully pried open his teeth, stealing the air from his lungs. Song Zhen tried to push against the Alpha’s chest, but he was quickly kissed into a state of breathlessness, his body turning soft and weak.

Fu Yuhang’s kisses moved down to his neck. His hand began to caress the back of Song Zhen’s neck where the underdeveloped Beta gland resided. Sensing what Fu Yuhang intended to do, Song Zhen panted, “Don’t.”

A sharp sting pierced the back of his neck as the Alpha’s sharp canines broke the skin. Song Zhen trembled with the pain, his hands flying up to clutch Fu Yuhang’s neck.

The room was soon filled with the scent of sandalwood. Song Zhen could feel the Alpha’s pheromones enveloping him completely.

He felt like a dry paper towel, while Fu Yuhang’s pheromones were a glass of water being poured out; he was being saturated bit by bit.

Pheromones carry emotions. Most Betas can’t smell them and aren’t affected by them. But because Song Zhen was carrying Fu Yuhang’s child, he reacted to them.

Right now, he could feel the thick scent of sandalwood screaming with raw desire. Song Zhen knew exactly what Fu Yuhang wanted to do.

“Be gentle… please, be gentle,” Song Zhen whispered, hugging the Alpha tightly and burying his head in his shoulder.

Fu Yuhang pulled off his shirt. In the glow of the nearby phone, his lean, muscular physique was visible defined abs and a trickle of sweat sliding from his chin, down his chest, and disappearing into his waistline.

“Song Zhen,” Fu Yuhang called his name. “Open up.”

***

Song Zhen felt like a small boat drifting on a vast ocean, rocking endlessly. His mind became hazy amidst the swaying…

He bit his lip hard.

Fu Yuhang.

He couldn’t take it, his hands leaving several frantic scratches across Fu Yuhang’s smooth back.

Just as his mind went completely blank with pleasure, there was a click—the power came back on.

Song Zhen’s flushed face and teary eyes were fully exposed to Fu Yuhang’s gaze. He tried to hide in the Alpha’s chest, but Fu Yuhang gripped his hair and kissed him again.

The inside of the room was just as damp and sweltering as the world outside.

When Song Zhen woke up the next morning, he felt as if he had been run over by a truck. His entire body felt like it was falling apart, especially his waist, which ached miserably.

He was lying in the arms of the culprit. He cursed Fu Yuhang’s “perverted” stamina in his head—he hadn’t even made it to the end last night before passing out.

Song Zhen needed the bathroom. The moment he moved slightly, Fu Yuhang woke up. He pulled Song Zhen back into his embrace, his voice thick with the post-satisfaction rasp of a sated predator:

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.” Song Zhen was startled by his own voice; it was hoarse beyond recognition.

Then, he realized something. His face instantly turned scalding hot.

“Fu Yuhang, you total pervert!”

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