Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: The Bathroom – “Only when you’re tied up can I feel free…”

“What can a piece of paper and a certificate prove?” Lu Feiran moved his stiff fingers and pushed the application form further away.

“It doesn’t matter, you have twenty-nine days to consider,” Lance collected the paper and left as if nothing had happened.

Ignoring the dull ache in his heart, this was actually the scene he had anticipated.

Lu Feiran didn’t want to marry him.

Lu Feiran sat alone in the dining room. The empty environment felt particularly vast without anyone else. He patiently kneaded the joints of his fingers and took off the ring on his hand.

This was the first time he had looked at it closely: a plain silver band, simple yet delicate, with some carving inside and an “L” initial.

He stared at the ring, feeling as if everything had returned to the starting point, only the stage for the drama had changed to an unknown house in a foreign country.

Lance wanted to marry him.

But in Lu Feiran’s view, marriage was more fragile than paper. As Eileen Chang said, it might look splendid on the surface, but it was crawling with lice.

His mother and he had both been through this.

Yet before marriage, they had both firmly believed they had chosen the right person. The red certificate was like a curse; it seemed that as soon as they got it, the person who cherished them immediately showed their true colors.

That’s why he didn’t want to get married.

Lu Feiran leaned onto the table, burying himself in his arms. His intensely loud heartbeat kept reminding him to stay calm.

His biggest fear was Lance having no desires other than just keeping him confined here. Fortunately, Lance had a goal, which meant the situation wasn’t impossible to deal with.

Lu Feiran exhaled, put the ring back on, and shouted, “I need to use the bathroom!”

Soon, he heard the door of a room open. Footsteps approached from behind, and then his body was suddenly lifted into the air, clasped by the waist.

Lu Feiran hooked his arms around Lance’s neck, pressing his cheek directly against his warm neck. His arms were held tight, intimately, naturally, and sweetly.

“Do you have to help me go to the bathroom too? Isn’t that inappropriate?”

Lance carried Lu Feiran straight into the ground-floor restroom before saying, “It’s not inappropriate. I’ve seen all of you.”

“With both legs tied together, I can’t stand steadily,” Lu Feiran tried to reason. “I’ll fall.”

“I’ll support you.”

“…Support where?” His reply was a beat too late.

Lance, however, laughed. “Anywhere.”

Lu Feiran was put down while he was still momentarily stunned. His heart only settled when his feet touched the ground.

The hands that had been supporting his back slid down his slender spine to his waist. The two hands could practically cup his entire waist, holding him firmly.

“You’re all set,” Lance leaned down slightly, whispering into Lu Feiran’s ear.

His breath tickled Lu Feiran’s outer ear. Lu Feiran shivered, but it looked more like he was burrowing into Lance’s embrace.

He abruptly straightened up, grabbing the hand on his waist that was stirring and trying to help him unbutton his pants.

“No! I suspect you have a special fetish. I’m not going anymore!”

Lance didn’t insist. Since Lu Feiran said he wouldn’t go, he immediately picked the dark-haired young man up again by the waist and left the restroom with a quick stride.

Lu Feiran frowned, continuously optimizing his strategy, but he had to admit, dealing with Lance in this state was a genuine challenge.

He wouldn’t reason with him at all! There was no room for negotiation!

This was not good.

“Wait, don’t go upstairs yet.” Lu Feiran patted Lance’s shoulder a few times. “I want… I want…”

Before he could come up with an excuse to delay, Lance stood silently on the stairs, waiting, his face grim and still silent.

Why doesn’t he even smile anymore? It’s hard to analyze his state of mind, Lu Feiran thought.

Suddenly, Lu Feiran pricked up his ears and heard a sound outside resembling high-speed rotating propellers. Was it a helicopter?

His eyes instantly brightened. Lance looked at him, his face darkening by half a degree. He turned around, placed him back on the sofa, and remotely opened the front door.

A cold wind blew in. Lu Feiran brushed aside the hair covering his eyes and twisted his body to look towards the door. Under a grey-blue sky, the dark blue seawater gently rippled. White waves continuously vanished and resurfaced on the horizon, cool and lonely.

His eyes widened. Can you see the coastline directly from Paris? No way.

The indoor temperature dropped shortly after the door opened. Only wearing thin clothes, he felt a bit cold.

Lance wrapped Lu Feiran in a cashmere blanket, covering his neck completely, leaving only his pale face exposed.

Lu Feiran snapped back to attention, blinked, and asked, “Is this really an island?”

Lance leaned in and kissed Lu Feiran’s soft lips. “I told you I wouldn’t lie to you again. This is an island.”

Several people in uniform suits, holding large bunches of fresh flowers, filed in. The petals were so fresh they looked like they had just been picked from the garden, still carrying dew.

When the uniformed people saw Lu Feiran, they all walked towards him like robots implanted with a program. They lined up in a row, one hand placed on their shoulder, the other behind their back, bowing ninety degrees in unison, saying, “Sir.”

Lu Feiran was startled. He was a modern-educated Chinese person and had never seen anyone do this.

Or perhaps his Lu family simply wasn’t rich enough for this kind of display.

Lance waved his hand and spoke some words Lu Feiran didn’t understand. The people skillfully arranged the flowers and left all at once.

The large house was once again left with only the two of them.

“So many flowers?” Lu Feiran asked.

Lance poured a cup of hot milk and put it into Lu Feiran’s hands, letting him drink it to warm up.

“Do you remember the flowers you ordered a week ago? They arrived the afternoon you left, but you never got to see them,” he said, smiling sweetly but with cruel eyes. “But it doesn’t matter. You’ll see them here from now on. Someone will deliver the freshest flowers every week.”

Lu Feiran choked, wiped the milk residue from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and placed the cup back on the coffee table.

He really couldn’t drink any more. He needed to use the bathroom.

He took a deep breath, made a difficult decision, and beckoned Lance with an unwavering gaze.

Lance maintained his poker face throughout, terrifyingly cold. The gentleness that Lu Feiran had been deeply infatuated with was completely gone. Although his handsome appearance remained the same, his features somehow felt much sharper.

Turns out I’ve always had a filter over him, and it’s only now being truly removed, Lu Feiran thought resignedly.

When Lance approached, Lu Feiran leaned against the back of the sofa to raise his body, quickly hooked Lance’s neck, pressed his upper body tightly against him, and his milk-stained lips rapidly sought Lance’s. After their tongues intertwined for a moment, he used what he considered to be the softest voice of his life: “Can you undo the straps on my legs, and put them back on after I use the bathroom, please?”

After saying that, he got goosebumps all over his own body.

After all, he wasn’t naturally seductive. He was just imitating conventional methods seen in TV dramas. It had better work, or he might as well just bash his head in.

“Were you lying to me earlier when you said you didn’t want to go to the bathroom?” Lance’s hand covered Lu Feiran’s neck, his heartbeat transmitting through the veins to his hand. “You’re always lying to me, and you’re trying to lie to me this time too.”

Stop talking! It’s too late!

Lu Feiran panicked. He hooked Lance’s neck hard and forcefully slammed his mouth against him. This could no longer be called a kiss; it was a collision of lips.

Lance immediately cupped the back of Lu Feiran’s head, pressing him tightly against his chest. The dark hair fell backward, exposing his slender, fragile white neck, stretched to its limit.

Lance ignored it, licking every corner of Lu Feiran’s mouth, sweeping away all the air, and robbing him of the chance to breathe.

He nearly devoured Lu Feiran whole. Even though Lu Feiran was scratching his back neck hard enough to break the skin, Lance didn’t let go for a second.

Lu Feiran offered himself, and Lance had to take it.

Smack—

Lu Feiran suddenly slapped Lance across the face, holding back absolutely no force. A bright red handprint quickly appeared on the pale skin.

Lance licked the corner of his mouth, tasting blood.

Lu Feiran was beside himself with anger. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He really couldn’t give Lance any quarter!

“I said I need to go to the bathroom! Take me there right now, in ten seconds!”

He was on the verge of tears. If he lost his dignity, he would jump into the sea immediately and never forgive Lance.

He was picked up, and his legs felt weak when he was put down on the floor.

The moment he relieved himself, he cried loudly, all his grievances exploding at once.

“Is it fun to play games with me?” Lu Feiran sobbed. “You still refuse to untie me. Are you playing a trick on me?”

Lance pulled Lu Feiran’s pants up, realizing he had pushed Lu Feiran to the breaking point. The hardest part of his heart softened by a third. He carried him out, wiping his tears away bit by bit.

“I wasn’t playing tricks on you. I love you,” his voice softened considerably.

“You love me, my ass! You’re a control freak! You like voyeurism, you like sneaking glances, and you like creeping into my room at night to lick me! You’re a maniac! I ran away because I was scared of you, and you chased me, tied me up, and won’t let me use the bathroom! You’re an animal!”

In his frenzy, Lu Feiran cursed everything, denouncing Lance as utterly worthless, worse than a rat in the gutter.

“I must have been blind to like you. I was completely tricked by you! If I had known what kind of person you were, I wouldn’t have even looked at you!”

Lance gently embraced him, hesitating for a moment, then holding Lu Feiran tightly.

He couldn’t count how many times they had embraced tightly today.

He couldn’t endure another day of wanting to get close but couldn’t, wanting to kiss but dared not.

Why tie up Lu Feiran? Only this way would he genuinely be needed, giving him a legitimate reason to hug him again and again.

Lu Feiran cried until his entire body was hot. He really was on the verge of a breakdown. Even with the closest person, he couldn’t accept being helped even to use the bathroom.

But he was too exhausted even to be angry. A massive sense of helplessness rose in his heart, leaving him only able to weep.

Falling for Lance ruined half his life.

“Don’t cry. I’m sorry.” Lance picked Lu Feiran up, returned to the room on the second floor, and placed him in the wide four-poster bed. He held Lu Feiran’s hand and pressed it to his cheek, which still bore the handprint. “Hit me again.”

“Dream on! I can see you enjoying it immensely!” Lu Feiran pulled his hand back.

“I’m sorry,” Lance was silent for a moment before apologizing again.

He admitted he had lost control. His desire for Lu Feiran to beg for his help reached its peak, and he hadn’t been careful, causing the other person to break down.

A major mistake. His restraint and control had entirely vanished.

He suddenly felt intense self-loathing. Was his very existence a mistake? Only causing Lu Feiran to cry and suffer?

Was forcing him to stay by his side also wrong?

Lu Feiran had cried several times today.

A moment later, Lu Feiran stopped crying. He lay limply on the bed, his watery eyes staring blankly at the bed curtain. He said hoarsely, “I’m saying this one last time: untie me.”

He didn’t notice that Lance’s face was somewhat pale.

Click. The fingerprint lock was undone. Lance pulled away the straps that had restrained Lu Feiran all day and rubbed the reddened flesh of his leg.

“Only when you’re tied up can I feel free to hug you,” Lance said softly. “I just wanted to hold you.”

Lu Feiran wiggled his fingers but didn’t speak, quietly letting Lance rub his thigh.

The restraint above his ankles was also undone. His body was completely free.

Lu Feiran stretched out his arms and sighed, his expression much more relaxed. He wasn’t crying anymore.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lance holding the two straps and preparing to leave. Lu Feiran’s heart fluttered. He called out to him, hooking his finger. “If you want to hug me, you can do it now. Want to come up?”

He lay flat on the bed, turning his face to look at Lance. His freshly cried-over face was still glistening, his eyes red-rimmed, and his lips rosy, making his skin look startlingly white—like a succubus inviting someone into the abyss.

Lance was utterly seduced. The restraints dropped to the floor. He climbed onto the bed and embraced Lu Feiran tightly.

He was saved once again by Lu Feiran’s mercy.