The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 4

Shen Congbai froze, his mind going blank for a moment. Why did Feng Yu come out, too?

His heart began to throb violently. Just as he was about to explain, he choked on the air he’d inhaled, covering his mouth as he began to cough.

The inside and outside of the lounge were two different worlds. The air out here was thick with the murky scent of tobacco and alcohol; after only a few seconds, his fragile trachea launched a defensive protest.

Shen Congbai had asthma, a congenital ailment. During the year he was with Feng Yu, the man would grow frantic every time he coughed. No matter how angry Feng Yu was, he would always drop everything to hold him and help him steady his breathing.

This time, however, Feng Yu seemed truly enraged. He hooked an arm firmly around Shen Congbai’s waist, half-dragging and half-carrying him toward the restroom down the hall. It looked exactly like someone looking for a place to dispose of a body.

Terrified, Shen Congbai swiped at the iron-strong arm around his waist. He coughed and panicked at the same time, his spirit willing but his strength weak. He scratched at the man like a kitten. “Let me go! Feng Yu, what are you doing?!”

This guy can’t really be that petty, can he? Dragging me to the toilet to beat me up after barely saying two words? Feng Yu’s face was terrifyingly dark. He ignored Shen Congbai’s struggles, carrying him toward the silent, empty restroom.

Because it was situated next to the private lounges, the restroom was rarely used and very clean. The ventilation fans were working diligently; the air inside smelled only of cleaning agents and was luckily much better than the air outside.

“Ah! What are you doing?!”

Shen Congbai had finally stopped coughing when he was hoisted by his backside and placed onto the cold sink counter. Before he could retreat, a scorching, hard body pressed into the space between his dangling legs. Feng Yu pinched his chin, questioning him in a raspy voice: “Didn’t you flee the country just to dodge me? Are you not afraid anymore, now that you’ve returned?”

Feng Yu leaned in close, his nostrils quivering greedily as he inhaled the medicinal fragrance clinging to Shen Congbai’s body. One hand gripped his waist, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt toward his abdomen, while the other traced the line of his spine.

Shen Congbai couldn’t help but arch his back as the fingers scraped against him. He was wearing oversized clothes today; from Feng Yu’s vantage point, he could clearly see his own dark-tanned hand moving over the pale, arched curve of the youth’s hip. It was inexplicably erotic.

Shen Congbai was already sensitive to the cold; now, the icy sink counter felt like it was freezing his spine solid. His head spun so much he felt he might pass out at any second.

He trembled, his eyelids drooping listlessly. “I didn’t go abroad to avoid you.”

“Audacious.” Feng Yu ground his molars so hard his jawline tensed like a blade. His breathing was erratic, his beast-like eyes bloodshot. The arms pinning Shen Congbai’s upper body tightened instinctively, forcing Shen Congbai to bury himself even deeper into the man’s chest.

“Not because of me?” Feng Yu let out a cold, angry laugh. “Right. These past few years, everyone in Kyoto knows the Young Master has been playing around so much he’s forgotten his own home.”

Shen Congbai’s eyes grew red from the heat radiating off the man. The corners of his eyes were like hooks, flushed vivid red. His hands were squeezed between their chests, weakly clutching Feng Yu’s collar. His slight struggle only served to rumple the fabric, making it look as though Feng Yu was the one being “ravished.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He tilted his head back, exposing a stretch of long, pale neck. The pulse point was clearly visible beneath the thin skin. “Feng Yu… what do you want to do?”

Feng Yu glanced at him and raised an eyebrow with interest. “What else would I do after dragging you in here?”

Two men alone, holding each other, they were adults. There was no need to explain what might happen next.

Shen Congbai felt a patch of scorching skin press against his thigh. The temperature was so high it nearly burned him. The redness at the corners of his eyes bled down to his eyelids. Whether from shame, fear, or anxiety, the blood rushed to his head. Feng Yu’s face seemed to split into three, his features twisting into a terrifying expression with a wide, toothy grin as if he were about to devour him.

Terrified by his own imagination, his voice broke into a sob. “You… you actually want to hit me.”

His chest heaved violently as the air grew thinner. An unnatural flush rose on his pale, sickly face, and a single tear traced a path from the corner of his eye.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yu’s fingertips felt itchy where they gripped the youth’s waist. He couldn’t resist rubbing the skin a few times.

Shen Congbai was spooked by the sudden movement. Frantically, he sought out Feng Yu’s hand that was resting at his side. He gripped the man’s knuckles with both of his own hands. The man’s fist was so hard he could probably kill two versions of Shen Congbai with one punch.

“I’ll be beaten to death by you.” He sounded pitiable.

Feng Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He spoke in a husky voice to scare him: “It’s a bit late to be afraid now. After I’m done hitting you, I’ll throw you out. The people in this bar love boys like you; there’s no telling how much you’ll be bullied.”

Shen Congbai’s mind went blank for a second. Playing on his illness to show weakness, he refused to let go of Feng Yu’s hand. Their chests were pressed tight against each other; Feng Yu could clearly feel his rapid breathing. Shen Congbai’s thin, white wrists draped over Feng Yu’s neck as if they had no bones. His eyes were full of tears as he slowly looked up, his voice softening.

“Don’t.” He paused, his tone growing genuinely weak. “You know… my health isn’t good. My head is spinning right now.”

Feng Yu pulled back an inch, though his other hand remained firmly clamped around the youth’s waist. As if afraid Shen Congbai was lying, he scrutinized his expression carefully.

Shen Congbai didn’t move, letting him look. He had too much of a “criminal record” when they were together, he used to use his poor health to scare the man every day. Every time he teased Feng Yu into a frenzy, he would pretend to feel unwell.

Back then, Feng Yu was fooled every time. But now that he was actually feeling unwell, the man didn’t believe him.

He waited for a moment. Finally, the body looming over him slowly retreated. Feng Yu’s breathing was heavy and ragged. The dark, violent haze in his pupils slowly faded into clarity as he looked at the current state of Shen Congbai.

“Is that so?” Feng Yu said slowly. “You had plenty of energy to come to the bar with another man, but you’ve only been with me for ten minutes and you’re already dizzy?”

“Then go ahead and be dizzy while I hit you. It’ll save time.”

Shen Congbai: “…”

Who saves time like that?!

He couldn’t catch his breath. His vision went black, and he literally fainted from anger.

Shen Congbai didn’t know what happened after that. His body went limp, and he began to fall backward under the force of gravity. Just as the back of his head was about to hit the wall, a large hand firmly caught his neck and head.

“Shen Congbai?” Feng Yu shook him slightly. “Are you really this easily scared?”

It would be a hassle if the Young Master of the Shen family died here. He took off his jacket and wrapped it tightly around the youth, then scooped him up in a horizontal carry and strode outside. He’d consider it his “good deed” for the day.

Tu Zhizhi had followed them out at some point. Seeing Shen Congbai being carried, he immediately rushed over, worried. “What happened to Xiao Bai?”

Feng Yu didn’t even give him a sidelong glance. Only as he walked past did he remember something. He turned his head and barked: “Remember to notify Shen Que. I’m taking the person. I’ll look after him for a while.”

“What—hey, wait!”

Feng Yu ignored him and walked out. The youth in his arms was pale; his forehead covered in a fine sweat. Because of his long-term illness, even the breath from his lips carried a faint scent of medicine. He was curled up pitiably in the man’s arms, softly inhaling cold air.

Afraid the youth couldn’t sit up; Feng Yu used his shoe to kick open the back door of his car and carefully cradled Shen Congbai’s head as he laid him down flat. The moment he touched the seat; the youth curled into a ball. The oversized jacket covered most of his backside, making him look as thin and fragile as a piece of paper.

Feng Yu’s vein-lined hand rested on the car door. Just as he was about to close it, his eyes darkened. He couldn’t resist turning back to feed the youth a sip of fresh water, carefully wiping the stray drops from Shen Congbai’s lips.

When Shen Congbai woke up, his senses were filled with Feng Yu’s scent. He struggled to open his eyes to a crack, surveying the room.

He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep. The room was pitch black. His head no longer spun, but his stomach was cramping painfully, likely because he hadn’t eaten in too long. He felt a faint wave of nausea.

He propped himself up and felt around the nightstand until he found a glass of water that still held a trace of warmth. Without thinking, he gulped it down. The water flowed down his esophagus into his organs, finally giving his limbs a bit of strength.

As soon as he put the glass back, the door opened. Piercing light and the sound of bubbling porridge flooded his senses. Shen Congbai squinted. Feng Yu stood at the threshold between light and shadow, leaning against the doorframe. Half his face was hidden, the other half illuminated. His lips were pressed in a straight line, his amber eyes watching him quietly.

Feng Yu was the first to mock him. He flipped the light switch with a sharp click, walked over, and forcefully took the glass. “You aren’t even afraid I’d poison you to death.”

Shen Congbai was silent for a moment, then looked at him with watery dark eyes. “Is there poison in the water?”

Feng Yu: “…” “Yes,” he sneered. “A poison that will make you burn with desire, so you’ll run onto the streets naked and die of shame!”

Honestly, Shen Congbai thought. The man drank those three glasses, and he’d already taught me a ‘lesson’ at the sink. Why is he still being so childish?!

Shen Congbai was a bit annoyed. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, a slight curve appearing at the corners of his mouth, hidden by his hair. From Feng Yu’s height, all that could be seen was a small, puffed-out cheek and a pale neck.

Shen Congbai asked the second question of the night, one that pierced straight to the heart: “Are you even a man?”

An ex-boyfriend was standing in front of him, practically stripped of his clothes, and a man at the peak of his physical prime could actually resist and tell him to go find someone else.

His gaze slowly drifted downward, a complicated expression appearing on his face. “Sigh. What a pity.”

Impressive on the outside, but useless where it counts.