The Sickly Beauty is Too Good at Seducing - Chapter 5

Feng Yu let out a cold sneer, his words laced with hidden meaning. “Whether I’m a ‘pity’ or not, don’t you already know?”

Shen Congbai choked, instantly catching the double entendre. His cheeks flushed crimson in a flash as he stammered timidly, “Shameless.”

Feng Yu raised an eyebrow. “I should be asking the Young Master that, shouldn’t I? How much longer do you plan on lying in my bed?”

He gave a slight nod. “Besides, I truly didn’t know the Young Master had this kind of fetish.”

Shen Congbai looked confused. What does that mean? Before he could ask, Feng Yu turned and walked away.

“Hey!” Shen Congbai tried to call him back. As he instinctively propped himself up with his hands, he felt a silky texture beneath his palms.

He picked the item up to look at it closely. His face turned even redder than before, nearly dripping with blood. This guy Feng Yu, why does he leave his clothes lying around everywhere!

The shirt still carried Feng Yu’s scent. It was rumpled and, perhaps because Shen Congbai had been sleeping so soundly, it was slightly damp in places, as if someone, as if someone had used it to do something unspeakable.

A moment later, Shen Congbai stepped out of the room. He cast a subtle glance at the man silently drinking porridge at the dining table, then took a seat opposite him with a mix of cowardice and boldness.

Feng Yu looked up at him. His gaze was calm, as if the man who had lost control over Shen Congbai just moments ago wasn’t him at all.

Shen Congbai swallowed hard and spoke tentatively: “I didn’t do anything bad with your clothes.” He sat with his legs together and his hands resting obediently on his thighs, head bowed. In a guilt-ridden tone, he added, “I didn’t mean to laugh and say you were ‘useless’ just now, either.”

Feng Yu remained silent. He straightened up, gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and issued a heartless eviction notice. “If the Young Master has recovered, you may leave. I have things to do later; it isn’t convenient for me to serve you.”

Shen Congbai silently noted the man’s clenched fist resting on the table. He was afraid of being hit, but he still pathetically wanted to find an opening to talk. “But I’m so hungry. Feng Yu, can you give me something to eat?”

Feng Yu’s chest heaved violently twice. He stood up, went into the kitchen, and returned with a bowl of meat porridge, slamming it down in front of him with a “thump.”

“Eat and then leave immediately,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have no obligation to wait on you.”

Shen Congbai blew on the porridge, not even lifting his eyelids as he mumbled, “Okay.”

Feng Yu’s culinary skills had been honed back when they lived together in college. Because Shen Congbai had so many dietary restrictions, eating out was a hassle, so Feng Yu had specifically found a five-star chef to learn from for a month.

Shen Congbai swallowed the smooth, thick porridge, squinting his eyes in satisfaction. One reason he had stayed with Feng Yu for so long in his past life was that the man’s cooking was too good, he could create delicacies out of a meager list of safe ingredients. It was a perfect execution of the saying: “To catch a man’s heart, first catch his stomach.”

After finishing, Shen Congbai consciously picked up the bowl and chopsticks to wash them in the kitchen. To his surprise, just as he stood up, Feng Yu snatched the items away.

“I can wash them…”

Feng Yu said indifferently, “I’m afraid you’ll ‘accidentally’ drop the bowl and cut your hand, then use it as an excuse to stay in my house and never leave.”

Shen Congbai silently retracted his hand and followed Feng Yu, watching him wash the dishes. He couldn’t resist saying, “I wouldn’t do that.”

Seeing Feng Yu’s movements pause for a second, Shen Congbai added in a low voice, “I know you still hate me. I won’t humiliate myself by overstaying.”

“A few years apart and you’ve actually developed some self-awareness.”

Feng Yu dried his hands and walked past Shen Congbai. “Since you’ve eaten and slept, can you leave now?”

This was the third time Feng Yu had kicked him out. No matter how thick-skinned Shen Congbai was, he couldn’t justify staying any longer. His lips parted and closed several times before he finally gave up. “Then I’m going. Thank you for taking me in last night.”

As he reached the door, he remembered something and bit his lip until it turned white. “When you’re free, could I treat you to a meal?”

The person behind him didn’t respond. Shen Congbai knew he was being thick-skinned by pestering him, but he had returned to the country specifically to clear things up between them. He let out a long breath. “Just to say thank you for letting me stay over… okay?”

The silence stretched on, making time feel infinite. Shen Congbai watched the second hand of the wall clock spin nearly a full circle before he finally got an answer.

Feng Yu’s raspy voice echoed through the air: “No need.”

He had been rejected.

Shen Congbai’s eyes grew red. His grip on the doorknob tightened, his voice trembling. “I was wrong to break up with you back then. I came back this time to apologize, but it seems you really don’t want to see me.”

The next instant, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him. His waist was suddenly cinched, and he was forcefully flipped around. He looked up in a panic, falling straight into Feng Yu’s bloodshot eyes. Sensing trouble, Shen Congbai raised his hands to create space between their chests. “What are you doing?”

Feng Yu didn’t say a word. He pressed Shen Congbai’s waist back against the door. Just as the back of the youth’s head was about to hit the wood, he placed his hand underneath to cushion the impact.

The man’s expression was dark and gloomy. His wolf-like eyes were full of a venomous intensity; simply staring at him made Shen Congbai feel like a beast had its teeth at his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

He spoke every word with heavy emphasis: “Return to apologize?”

Shen Congbai shrunk his shoulders. Just as he was about to find an excuse, Feng Yu added, “Shen Congbai, you really are incredibly brave.”

Feng Yu pinned the youth’s restless hands and pressed his entire body down. His broad shoulders completely overshadowed Shen Congbai, and his aggressive scent took over the youth’s senses entirely.

Shen Congbai was spooked by the latent violence emanating from him. He even forgot to struggle when a large, rough hand settled on his waist.

Now sandwiched between Feng Yu and the door, their limbs were entangled. Feng Yu maliciously used his knee to pry the youth’s legs apart. The sudden feeling of vulnerability made Shen Congbai instinctively squeeze his legs shut, but this only served to press his body tighter against the man’s waist.

Summer clothes were thin. With their bodies pressed so close, their breaths, scorching temperatures, and pulsing veins all intermingled. The more Shen Congbai tried to escape, the worse it became; Feng Yu was squeezed so tightly it almost hurt.

Lacking any way to cope, Shen Congbai was terrified. His breathing was heavy and ragged. Feng Yu pinched his chin and continued to press down maliciously, their chests vibrating together as their hearts beat against one another.

“Why aren’t you talking anymore?” Feng Yu rasped. “Shen Congbai, you really are wicked. You think a single apology can just lightly cover up everything?”

He had been left alone in the past while Shen Congbai lived a carefree life abroad. Now the youth was back, acting all innocent and pitiable.

Shen Congbai’s eyelashes were clumped with tears, his vision blurred. Just as he opened his mouth to argue, his voice was swallowed by the man’s lips.

“Mmph—”

A familiar taste, a familiar scent, but the actions were entirely different. It was a fierce, conquering assault. Feng Yu sucked hard on the root of Shen Congbai’s tongue, wreaking havoc throughout his mouth.

By the time they parted, Shen Congbai’s mouth was numb. He couldn’t even keep his saliva in; it trailed down his chin to his neck. His entire body was flushed pink.

His fingertips twitched. His wrists had been released at some point, and they now rested limply against the front of Feng Yu’s shirt, weakly pushing against the man for fear he would go mad and kiss him again.

He glared at the mountain-like man, his watery eyes possessing a charm that nearly snatched Feng Yu’s soul away. His already swollen, broken lips were now stinging with pain. Realizing what had happened, he rounded his eyes and questioned: “Why did you kiss me!”

“Heh.” Feng Yu’s eyes were dark as he licked over those thin lips inch by inch. “You approached me yesterday and you’re making this face now, isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

“You!”

Shen Congbai started to cry. But before he could catch his breath, he felt a calloused thumb press against his lips.

Feng Yu warned him, leaning down to bite his earlobe: “If you keep panting, I’m going to kiss you again.”

The threat was so effective Shen Congbai let out a sob-hiccup. “You’re so over the top.”

Shen Congbai felt utterly wronged. He tugged at Feng Yu’s hair like a child, spitting out harsh words in a spiteful tone: “Just like a little dog, biting people randomly!”

He turned his head away, closing his eyes tight and covering his ears. This posture of absolute rejection left Feng Yu with nowhere to vent his anger.

He let out an angry laugh and leaned down to lick Shen Congbai’s eyelids, like a helpless yet loyal big dog. His words were muffled: “Shen Congbai, I really want to cut open your chest and see what color the blood inside is.”

Perhaps this person doesn’t even have a heart. Every time, he walked away with a smile, leaving Feng Yu to drown in the aftermath. It wasn’t enough to hurt him once; the youth kept running back into his heart to tease, humiliate, and needle him.

The tears on Shen Congbai’s eyelids were licked away one by one. The rough tongue brushed against his delicate, sensitive skin until the area turned a faint, raw red. Shen Congbai turned his head away, unable to bear it, and struggled to open his eyes. His dark eyes were clear and shimmering with tears as he looked at the displeased man through the haze.

“I told you not to touch me!”

Feng Yu was relentless. His eyes were shot with red, and the desire hidden in his voice was enough to burn them both alive. “Why can’t I touch you? Or does Young Master Shen already have a new lover he needs to stay ‘chaste’ for?”

“It’s none of your business!”

A flurry of kisses began to fall on Shen Congbai’s face again. He twisted his head to dodge, letting out a gasp. A hand with rough calluses slid inside his waistband; the scorching temperature felt like a trail of fire snakes moving from his spine to his lower back.

His waist was incredibly sensitive. As his “dimples” were rubbed hard, Shen Congbai felt like a beached fish, his body arching in a breathtaking curve. He tried to dodge those hands, but only ended up burying himself deeper in Feng Yu’s embrace. The minty scent made his head swim, but just as he was about to drown in this sea of passion, his fragile stomach launched a protest.

He suddenly shoved Feng Yu away, clutching his growling belly. His red lips were parted, his face flushed with heat and his breathing erratic as he reminded the man: “Feng Yu! I’m still sick!”

The hand attempting to wander downward paused. Shen Congbai couldn’t help but try to shrink away, only to be grabbed by the waist and pulled back into the man’s chest.

Feng Yu was a mass of hard, full muscle. When Shen Congbai collided with him, it felt like hitting a steel plate. The headache from his hangover grew worse. He pressed his lips tight and gently gripped the man’s hand, his voice weak: “Ugh… Feng Yu, I don’t feel well.”

Shen Congbai waited. Finally, the body looming over him slowly retreated. Feng Yu was still drowning in desire, his breathing heavy and fast, but the dark haze in his pupils slowly faded into clarity as he looked at Shen Congbai’s current state.

Feng Yu waited several seconds before he dared to look down and check on him.

The youth was so slender, swallowed up by the oversized pajamas. The protruding “butterfly” shoulder blades on his back looked like wings ready to take flight; he was so pale he seemed ready to ascend and escape this mortal world at any moment.

“Where does it hurt?”

Shen Congbai slowly opened his hands. His skin was thin; even a light touch would leave a red mark. Because Feng Yu had been gripping him so roughly, a ring of swelling had already formed.

Shen Congbai told the truth: “My hands hurt, my head hurts, and my stomach hurts.”

His hands were from Feng Yu’s grip, his head was from the collision, and his stomach was because Feng Yu had let him go hungry.