As for Pink-Hair, before Falling in Love, He Insisted That He Wasn't the Possessive Type - Chapter 16

Shang Qingye watched the silver tasseled emerald swaying before his eyes and caught it with one hand. Yu Qingdu released his hold accordingly, letting the emerald fall gracefully into Shang Qingye’s palm.

“Do you remember what I told you before?” Yu Qingdu rested both hands on Shang Qingye’s shoulders, leaning over him as if draped across his back. “I want to see you wear them.”

“Heh, I do not believe I am under any obligation to wear these.” Shang Qingye gripped the pair of emeralds in his hand, turning his head to look down at Yu Qingdu.

“You are the model I hired; naturally, you must act the part.” Yu Qingdu’s fingers toyed with the wolf tail of hair at the man’s collarbone.

“A model? Shooting here?” Shang Qingye allowed him to continue playing with his hair, enduring the itch caused by the movement, and simply countered with a scoff.

Yu Qingdu wound a strand of hair around his finger. “Is that not allowed? It is just a change of scenery.”

“Just a change of scenery?” Shang Qingye looked at Yu Qingdu, repeating the words under his breath. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile. “Yu Qingdu, if you want me to wear them, just say so. Stop with the elaborate excuses.”

The finger Yu Qingdu was using to play with the hair paused for a second before resuming its rhythmic winding. “Then, will you wear them?”

“I will. Why would I not?” Shang Qingye stopped looking at him and, right in front of him, accepted the transfer Yu Qingdu had sent to his phone. “Since I have taken the money, there is no reason not to wear them.”

Yu Qingdu had not expected things to go so smoothly; with just a few words, it was settled. He watched Shang Qingye quietly. Shang Qingye did not return the gaze, only looking at the emeralds in his hand with a smirk.

The room was dim, filled with a faint pinkish atmosphere. Rose petals were scattered everywhere, covering a large portion of the floor. On the pristine white sheets, a man lay semi reclined. He supported himself with his hands, his upper body bare. His fair skin was tinged with a slight flush. Silver tassels hung from his chest, each adorned with an emerald gemstone. He tilted his head back, his messy wolf tail hair falling over his collarbone, looking wild and full of tension. He squinted slightly, finding the light a bit dazzling.

“Wait, bite down on this as well.”

Yu Qingdu produced an Ace of Hearts from somewhere and held it to the man’s lips. Shang Qingye closed his eyes, feeling somewhat dizzy. A low chuckle escaped his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. In the warm room, a bead of sweat rolled down from his hair.

“Yu Qingdu, you really love pushing your luck.”

Yu Qingdu smiled, placed the card into the man’s mouth, and replied, “I do.”

Once Shang Qingye bit down on the card, Yu Qingdu stepped back. He looked at the tassels hanging from Shang Qingye and flicked them with his hand, producing a crisp sound. He could clearly feel Shang Qingye’s body stiffen. Yu Qingdu’s eyes crinkled with a smile as he flicked them again. “That sounds beautiful.”

Listening to Yu Qingdu, Shang Qingye did not dare to move. Yu Qingdu loved this form of beauty; he felt a sense of immense pleasure. He had not brought a camera, so he took a few photos with his phone before tossing it onto the bed. He then knelt on the mattress.

“You really are beautiful like this.” Yu Qingdu’s fingers lingered on Shang Qingye’s body, moving up from the lower abdomen. He brushed against the tassels along the way until his hand reached the man’s Adam’s apple and stopped there.

“I heard that you should not press hard here. Let me try.” Yu Qingdu raised his volume to ensure Shang Qingye could hear him clearly.

Sure enough, as soon as he spoke, Shang Qingye’s body froze. Before his body could react, Yu Qingdu’s hand had already applied pressure.

“Mhm, it seems there is not much sensation,” Yu Qingdu teased, then touched the man’s lips.

Shang Qingye was wearing black jeans today, and Yu Qingdu had noticed the changes occurring beneath the fabric. After such deliberate provocation, any man would have a reaction. Yu Qingdu leaned in close to his left ear and whispered, “Do you want me to help you?”

At this point, it was impossible for Shang Qingye to remain still. He grabbed Yu Qingdu’s arm, sat up abruptly, and tossed Yu Qingdu onto the bed. He knelt over him and looked down. Seeing the visible reaction through Yu Qingdu’s grey trousers, Shang Qingye smirked.

“Boss Yu, it seems you need some help as well.”

Yu Qingdu did not move after being thrown onto the bed. He just lay there, looking at him with interest. “Brother Ye, I am a normal man as well.”

If he had no reaction, he would be dead. He looked at Shang Qingye and said nonchalantly, “If you want to help me, you are always welcome.”

“Fine then.” Shang Qingye placed his hand on Yu Qingdu’s lower abdomen and began to pull his trousers down. “I am willing to help you.”

As he pulled, he observed Yu Qingdu’s expression and found him composed, without a trace of embarrassment. He suddenly realized that everything Yu Qingdu had said before was true and not just a joke. Realizing this, he moved to get off the bed, but Yu Qingdu, who had been watching him intently, would not let him go. He grabbed Shang Qingye and, with a quick turn, pinned him down.

“Brother Ye, helping someone only halfway is not a good habit.”

Shang Qingye tried to get up, but Yu Qingdu held him down. “Do not move.”

Yu Qingdu personally unbuttoned Shang Qingye’s jeans one by one. He found the vital spot. Shang Qingye stiffened. Having never been treated this way before, he began to struggle fiercely, trying to sit up. However, he had not expected the seemingly delicate Yu Qingdu to be so strong. He was held down firmly and could not get up.

“Shh, stay still.”

Under the dim light, Yu Qingdu was working hard. Shang Qingye’s trousers were pushed down to his knees. The pink lighting acted as an accent, heightening the ambiguous atmosphere. It took less than ten minutes for Shang Qingye to shift from resistance to submission. He covered his eyes with one arm, sweat beadling at his temples as he panted rhythmically. He spoke for the first time since they started:

“Do you do this to everyone who fits your aesthetic?”

Shang Qingye was still gasping for air. Hearing the question, Yu Qingdu paused for a second. A laugh escaped his lips. “I have met many people, and some of them fit my aesthetic to some degree, whether it was their eyes or their mouth. But only you fit it entirely.”

As Yu Qingdu finished his sentence, Shang Qingye’s body finally stilled. “And I only do this with you.”

The movement stopped. Yu Qingdu sat on the bed to clean up, but after a moment, he felt someone push him down. Shang Qingye sat astride him, his voice coming from above, accompanied by the breathy aftermath of the moment.

“If I do not help Boss Yu soon, Boss Yu might just die from the discomfort.”