After Seducing and Abandoning the Untouchable Beauty - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: A Straight Man Slightly Bent

Yu Weinian roughly understood that Bai Yinqing responded to the “soft” approach rather than the “hard” one. However, he hadn’t expected that his tears would have such a significant effect.

Not only did Bai Yinqing call a car for Yu Weinian, but he also personally escorted him home. The address provided was a high-end apartment near the school that required facial recognition for entry and exit.

After the facial recognition was completed, Bai Yinqing raised his hand to pull down the brim of the hat, shielding Yu Weinian’s face once again. But Yu Weinian was a familiar face there; the apartment butler hurried forward to lend a hand, only to stop dead in his tracks under Bai Yinqing’s emotionless gaze.

“Which floor?” Bai Yinqing asked.

Yu Weinian was still faking his drunkenness, so the apartment butler immediately stepped forward to swipe the elevator card: “Mr. Yu lives on the 28th floor.“

Throughout the process, Yu Weinian was supported by Bai Yinqing, draped in Bai Yinqing’s jacket. To him, Bai Yinqing was like prey that had walked right into his trap; he, meanwhile, was a feline preparing to start its meal, looking languid and relaxed.

The elevator reached the designated floor. The apartment had a digital lock. But since Yu Weinian was “unconscious,” he likely couldn’t remember the code. Furthermore, Bai Yinqing had zero interest in the password to Yu Weinian’s home.

Bai Yinqing hesitated, wondering if he should just dump Yu Weinian at the door. But Yu Weinian’s face was flushed, and his body temperature was very high, showing signs of illness. Having brought him to the door, it wouldn’t hurt to bring him inside. He straightened Yu Weinian’s posture: “Key.“

He’s actually going to bring me inside? Is the “playing pitiful” card really this effective on Bai Yinqing? Yu Weinian was starting to get addicted to the feeling of being fake-drunk.

“Pocket…” He answered a beat late. “The key is in my pocket.“

Yu Weinian was wearing a champagne-colored embroidered shirt; the key could only be in his trouser pocket. Bai Yinqing lowered his eyes and saw the long legs wrapped in white trousers; as they walked, part of the shirt hem had come untucked, revealing a section of his slender, firm waist.

Bai Yinqing shifted his gaze, his brow furrowing slightly, and slid his large hand into Yu Weinian’s trouser pocket. The pocket was quite deep; he had to probe further in. Just as his fingertips touched the cold keychain, a warm, soft sensation slowly covered the back of his hand.

Yu Weinian had slid his hand in as well. The narrow pocket was stuffed full by the large hands of two adult males, bulging outward.

A silk-like, delicate texture pressed against the back of Bai Yinqing’s hand. Yu Weinian’s hand was roughly the same size as Bai Yinqing’s, but the skin was finer and whiter, and the bone structure was more slender, as if it could be completely dominated with just a little force.

Bai Yinqing stopped moving, yet Yu Weinian continued to struggle to squeeze into the pocket, searching for his key. In the process, his fingertips inadvertently brushed across Bai Yinqing’s knuckles, tracing the lines of his fingers, his fingers slipping into the gaps as if they were interlacing.

Bai Yinqing stared at Yu Weinian’s expression. As expected, Yu Weinian seemed completely oblivious to how ambiguous their current actions were.

And this face, exposed under the corridor light, was breathtakingly beautiful—he had always known Yu Weinian had a face one could never forget. With deep-set eyes and thick eyelashes, it should have been an aggressive face, yet because of the soft facial contours and light-colored hair, it exuded a certain androgynous elegance.

Confusion, struggle, stubbornness—in a short span of time, multiple expressions flickered across Yu Weinian’s face. Finally, he retrieved the keys, dangling the keychain boastfully and waving it in front of Bai Yinqing.

“I got it.“

Stripped of his usual reckless and dissolute air, the drunken Yu Weinian was even more endearing. His slightly smaller frame snuggled into Bai Yinqing’s embrace; even the struggle to get the keys made him look like a pitiful, fluffy little animal in need of protection.

But Bai Yinqing knew better than anyone that this was an illusion. Yu Weinian was not a weak little animal, but a predator skilled in disguise.

Bai Yinqing did not respond, his expression as cold as ever. He took the keys and helped Yu Weinian into the apartment. He placed Yu Weinian on the sofa, and just as he was preparing to leave, Yu Weinian suddenly said something.

Bai Yinqing didn’t catch it: “What?“

Yu Weinian stared at Bai Yinqing and blinked innocently. He refused to repeat it, instead catching Bai Yinqing’s hand and pulling it to his face. Before Bai Yinqing could shake him off, he pressed his forehead against Bai Yinqing’s palm.

“Do I have a fever?” Yu Weinian asked. “I’m so hot.“

Bai Yinqing tried to withdraw his hand: “Does your fever have anything to do with me?” He had already done more than enough by bringing Yu Weinian home.

Yu Weinian rubbed his forehead against Bai Yinqing’s palm, like a newborn animal nuzzling its head: “I’m very uncomfortable, don’t be mean to me.“

The muddled, slightly aggrieved tone actually silenced Bai Yinqing. He was quiet for a moment, his gaze scrutinizing Yu Weinian. Is he really sick? Forget it, why argue with a sick person.

Bai Yinqing pulled his hand away: “Where is the first-aid kit?“

Yu Weinian said righteously: “Don’t know.“

“…” Bai Yinqing could only search for it himself.

Through the 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, the city’s landmark buildings were visible. The lights reflecting from the curtain walls of the skyscrapers looked like countless gems embedded in the night. But now, Yu Weinian watched Bai Yinqing searching for the first-aid kit through the reflection of that familiar window, amidst the shifting flow of light and shadow.

The drunkenness faded from Yu Weinian’s face, and he curled his lips into a smile. Bai Yinqing really falls for this. As expected, men are all the same. They have a protective instinct in their bones; they love things that are weak and pitiful, yet beautiful.

Faking drunkenness wasn’t hard for Yu Weinian; he was the type whose face flushed easily, and he had indeed touched alcohol today. He leaned there comfortably, finally waiting for Bai Yinqing to return carrying the first-aid kit.

“Check your temperature.” Bai Yinqing’s expression remained flat.

Yu Weinian didn’t cooperate: “Thermometers aren’t accurate.” He slowly tilted his face up. “Just touch me, and you’ll know if I have a fever.“

Bai Yinqing: “That is even less accurate.“

Losing his patience, Bai Yinqing opened the kit. After disinfecting the thermometer, he stood in front of Yu Weinian: “Open your mouth.“

Yu Weinian intended to tease Bai Yinqing, or perhaps he wanted to see how far Bai Yinqing’s tolerance went. He deliberately refused to cooperate, turning his head to dodge the thermometer: “Cold.“

“It’ll be warm once you hold it.“

“No.“

Bai Yinqing’s patience had clearly hit rock bottom. He didn’t know why he was doing these things, nor why he stayed behind to treat Yu Weinian like a coaxing child. Ignoring Yu Weinian’s mumbling, he used his large hand to clamp Yu Weinian’s cheek from below, almost forcefully shoving the thermometer into Yu Weinian’s mouth.

Yu Weinian struggled symbolically twice but eventually could not resist. The thermometer was tucked under his tongue; Bai Yinqing had no experience serving others, so he pushed it a bit deep.

As his fingertips brushed against the warm lips, Yu Weinian’s eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly extended the tip of his tongue to lick them.

A jolting sensation traveled from his fingertips through his whole body. Bai Yinqing instinctively backed away, but his wrist was caught in mid-air and even pulled back slightly. Two slender fingers unexpectedly slid into the slightly parted lips. Yu Weinian squinted his eyes, trying to use the tip of his tongue to push the fingers out, but the fingers probed deeper, stirring and creating a sticky, wet sound.

“Mm…“

With his back against the black leather sofa, the hem of his shirt was in disarray, revealing a narrow waistline. The corners of Yu Weinian’s eyes were slightly red; his jaw was clamped, his mouth stuffed with fingers, and his hands gripped Bai Yinqing’s wrists. He was forced to look up at Bai Yinqing as if he were suffering some inhuman maltreatment.

Yet Bai Yinqing still wore that emotionless face. Neither of them spoke, but Yu Weinian’s eyes turned red at a visible speed; he pursed his lips, his eyes full of grievance.

Bai Yinqing watched Yu Weinian calmly for a long while before finally pulling his hand away. A lingering silver thread of saliva stretched between his finger and Yu Weinian’s tongue, glistening with a lewd wetness.

“What’s the reading?” Yu Weinian asked. “Do I have a fever?“

Bai Yinqing: “Don’t know.“

Bai Yinqing glanced aside; the wet thermometer had left a water mark on the leather sofa, and his fingers were equally wet. He turned to grab a tissue but was suddenly yanked onto the sofa.

The spacious leather sofa easily accommodated the bodies of two adult men. Yu Weinian sat astride Bai Yinqing’s lap, his legs spread.

“Why don’t you know?” he asked. “Didn’t you just take my temperature?“

Bai Yinqing tried to move back, but Yu Weinian wouldn’t allow it. Instead, with a high degree of control, he raised his hand to press against the back of Bai Yinqing’s neck, rendering him immobile. Their faces were almost touching, noses brushing, breaths entwining.

A faint scent of alcohol mixed with the woody fragrance wafted over.

“Is my forehead hot? But Bai Yinqing, why is your body temperature so hot too?” Yu Weinian saw Bai Yinqing’s blood-red earlobes and neck and blinked in surprise. So pure? He seemed genuinely confused, “Do you have a fever too?”

Bai Yinqing didn’t answer, his dark pupils simply staring at Yu Weinian. After a moment, he suddenly asked: “What perfume do you usually use?”

Perfume? Yu Weinian was stunned: “I don’t use perfume; I only like to collect them.”

Bai Yinqing understood. Yu Weinian didn’t wear perfume, yet he always smelled of it because it was rubbed off from other people.

Yu Weinian mistook this for Bai Yinqing being interested in perfume: “You like perfume? I do have a large collection, but not many in this house—only one cabinet… do you want to see?”

There was a display cabinet next to the sofa. Yu Weinian pulled open the glass door, and a box fell out, its contents scattering across the floor.

Yu Weinian and Bai Yinqing looked down simultaneously. Squares of plastic packets were scattered everywhere.

All of them were condoms.

Even on the cold-faced Bai Yinqing, a visible crack appeared in his expression. Yu Weinian’s mind went blank: “Wait, these aren’t mine!”

How could he have these things in his house? He never brought people home.

Bai Yinqing’s gaze was cold: “Not faking drunk anymore?”

Yu Weinian froze: “When did you find out?”

“From the moment you licked me.”

“…” Yu Weinian didn’t know what to say for a moment; he thought he had acted well. Wait, he knew back then? Then why did he still…

Before he could pursue the question, Bai Yinqing looked at the scattered condoms with disgust and prepared to get up and leave.

“They really aren’t mine!” Yu Weinian pushed Bai Yinqing back onto the sofa. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him. “I remember now! These are from a friend. For my birthday, he sent me a box of all sorts of random condoms—fluorescent, mint, spiral… he was intentionally pranking me.”

“I have never brought anyone home before; you are the first.” He immediately made a swearing gesture. “If I’m lying to you, if I’ve ever brought someone back here, I’ll be impotent for the rest of my life.”

Bai Yinqing: “Is that the only thing in your head?”

“I like you. Wanting to do it with the person I like isn’t something to be ashamed of.” Yu Weinian was not embarrassed by it. “I liked you the moment I first saw you. I’m not lying.”

Bai Yinqing: “I’m not gay.”

“Mm-hmm, you’re a straight man,” Yu Weinian said. “It’s fine, a straight man slightly bent is just the same.”

Hilarious. Bai Yinqing shoved his fingers into my mouth and couldn’t bear to take them out, and yet he still claims he’s straight?

“Anyway, you’re the one on top.”

Bai Yinqing suddenly looked at Yu Weinian, appearing slightly surprised and somewhat confused, as if this touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge.

Yu Weinian leaned over, his palms resting on Bai Yinqing’s shoulders, pressing down imperceptibly: “Bai Yinqing, you might not know, but when men date, there’s a top and a bottom. And I’m the one on the bottom.”

“I like being embraced, I like being touched, and I also like…” He leaned in closer, the fingers on the shoulders sliding downward like playing a piano. At the moment they were about to touch the chest, they were intercepted by another large hand.

Yu Weinian curled his lips and finished the second half of the sentence provocatively, “…being fucked by you.”

The large hand gripping the wrist suddenly tightened. Bai Yinqing’s eyes darkened, and his aura became somewhat dangerous.

“Do you say that to everyone?”

“Of course not,” Yu Weinian said aggrievedly. “I only say it because I like you.”

Bai Yinqing countered: “Then what do you like about me?”

Yu Weinian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He was stumped.

This was a difficult question to answer. If he answered with external traits, it would inevitably be labeled as superficial and insincere. But in reality, external traits did account for the vast majority of the reason. Bai Yinqing was not an easy person to persuade, and a long silence would make his sincerity lose credibility.

Yu Weinian could only pull out his old lines: “Didn’t I tell you? You’re special, unlike any other guy I’ve met.”

“You are special to me; you attract me to get closer.”

“But you have such high defenses. I want to understand you, but I don’t know how…”

Bai Yinqing interrupted: “I don’t understand why people need sex.” His voice was devoid of emotion, lacking any warmth. “For reproduction, even people who don’t like each other can do it, like mating animals.”

“But if there is no liking, why do it?”

Yu Weinian pondered for a moment and suddenly smiled: “Bai Yinqing, you aren’t frigid, are you?”

Bai Yinqing said nothing, his dark pupils simply watching Yu Weinian. That would actually make sense.

“Bai Yinqing, do you want to try with me?” Yu Weinian’s words were ambiguous, carrying a certain seductive intent. “You think that way perhaps because you haven’t experienced it.”

Bai Yinqing let go of his hand, expressing rejection through silence. Just as he was about to push Yu Weinian away and leave, a warm palm covered the lower half of his face. Yu Weinian was using that smiling tone again to issue an invitation.

“Don’t be so quick to reject me.” Yu Weinian slowly rose, his fingers brushing against Bai Yinqing’s Adam’s apple seemingly by chance. With a watery gaze locked onto his prey, he whispered seductively, “After trying it with me, you might just find you like the feeling too.”

Guessing that Bai Yinqing might fear subsequent pestering, Yu Weinian added thoughtfully, “I don’t need you to take responsibility.”

It had to be said that Yu Weinian was indeed blessed with a fine appearance. Bai Yinqing gazed at Yu Weinian’s face, then his sweaty neck, the open collar, and finally his bony, slender ankles.

Yu Weinian didn’t receive an answer. Just as he was about to speak again, his ankle was suddenly gripped with force. Then, the world spun, and their positions were completely swapped.

Yu Weinian fell back onto the leather sofa; Bai Yinqing, who had been sat upon, was now looming over him.

The frame that was a size larger than his own happened to completely envelop him. He blinked, trying to struggle, only to suddenly realize that in the face of absolute differences in size and strength, he had no possibility of escape…

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