Chapter 38
When scholarship students in her class were bullied by the rich young masters, Fu Xia had chosen to protect herself. She knew very well what she could and couldn’t do.
Although she had entertained the thought of forcefully claiming Song Yingxi for herself once she had the power, she had never intended to actually do anything here.
But clearly, the situation was no longer under her control.
By the time Zhu Ye brought her back to the hospital room, Song Yingxi had already been forced to swallow half a bottle of pills.
Fu Xia was speechless for a moment. “…You’re insane.”
Zhu Ye smiled brightly. “Isn’t his health poor? You have to give him a little more for it to be effective.”
The young man curled up in the blankets was breathing rapidly, his wet eyes fixed on her.
Zhu Ye stood behind her, his hand on her shoulder, tracing a line down her back before loosely wrapping his arms around her waist, his clasped hands hovering over her stomach.
“But the dosage might have been a bit much. If you don’t resolve it soon, senior, your friend might…” Zhu Ye pulled one hand away and made a gesture. “Pop! He might just burst.”
Just as she looked down at his hand, she felt a weight settle on her shoulder. Zhu Ye rested his chin on her shoulder and said, “Senior, whenever you change your mind, just look over there—” He gestured toward a corner of the ceiling. “—and tell me. I’ll be watching the monitor.”
In the corner of the ceiling, the red light of a camera blinked, like a cold, excited omen.
Are you a pervert? Fu Xia thought silently.
Zhu Ye turned his head and kissed her earlobe. “Good luck, senior.”
His actions and words were intimate, but he closed the door and left with an utter coldness.
Fu Xia stood at the door and heard it lock.
She had to face the other person in the room. Song Yingxi’s light, suppressed breaths were carried to her by the breeze, like a feather brushing against her ear, a constant distraction.
She took a deep breath and walked toward him.
This was a far cry from the radiant, moon-like figure from the student council events. Now, he was curled into a ball, his gaze following her every move. He had been watching her for who knows how long, his moist eyes slightly unfocused, like an innocent, harmless little lamb, soft and pitiable.
Fu Xia stopped by the bed. “Are you okay?”
“I want you to touch me.”
Fu Xia: “…”
He was so direct. She took a deep breath, squatted down by the bed, and placed her hand on his forehead. “Is this better?”
His light blue eyes narrowed in pleasure, and he rubbed his head against her palm. His golden hair was quickly mussed up, diminishing his angelic aura even further. Fu Xia found herself captivated by his face—he was already nearly perfect, and this hint of a different side was hard to resist.
But, isn’t this taking advantage of someone?
“More… more.”
His voice, usually like a clear mountain spring, was now tinged with desire.
“Let’s just stick with this for now,” she said softly. “I shouldn’t touch you anywhere else.”
He blinked and slowly threw back the covers. Fu Xia noticed his fingernails were a rosy pink, like a freshly peeled peach. From the heat, his patient gown was disheveled, revealing his beautiful abs and V-line.
He pushed himself up and, with somewhat sluggish movements, unbuttoned his gown from top to bottom. His skin was exceedingly pale, and though his health was poor, every inch of his muscle was perfectly sculpted.
He quickly finished what he wanted to do, knelt on the bed, and the soft mattress dipped. He extended an invitation. “It’s okay now.”
Fu Xia felt a tickle in her nose. She pinched it, and after confirming she wasn’t having a nosebleed, she let out a sigh of relief and looked at him again.
“Senior, I…”
Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed, clinging to her like an octopus. She could feel his body heat. It was on the cooler side; even with him wrapped around her, it didn’t feel hot. His hands were on her back, fumbling clumsily.
Fu Xia swallowed. She pressed her hands against his chest and met his watery gaze. His grip wasn’t very strong; she could have easily broken free, but she was captured by his eyes and found it hard to leave.
Out of a selfish impulse, she didn’t want him to… well, burst.
“Fu Xia,” his slightly deep voice was deliberately pitiful. “I feel like ever since we met, I’ve only shown you my worst side.”
A strange itchiness tickled her neck. She turned her head and saw him nuzzling her skin, his light blue eyes already unfocused, the corners tinged with red.
“I didn’t want to,” he whispered.
This is too much like pouting, she thought, fighting the urge to ruffle his hair.
Having a relationship with him was one thing, but the key issue was that she was on her period. Should she handle it like she did with Yan Zhu? But could a pill have the same effect as a vampire’s natural toxin?
Fu Xia closed her eyes.
Whatever happened, she couldn’t let Zhu Ye watch a live show.
She reached for the covers and pulled them over both of them. Then, she changed their position. She pinned the dazed young man beneath her. His clothes were a complete mess. Through a crack in the blankets, she could see his slightly parted lips, trying to breathe, and the rise and fall of his chest.
If I were already a vampire, she thought slowly, I would drain him dry right here and turn him into my fledgling.
Three minutes passed. The heat pressing against her lower back was like a branding iron. Despite his poor health, his hardware was quite impressive.
He couldn’t help but thrust his hips, his voice a whimper. “Fu Xia, I’m so uncomfortable.”
The drug had fully taken effect.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
He looked like he was about to cry. “I’m sorry… please, help me…”
Fu Xia took a breath. She really wanted to see him cry, but another place was already starting to weep. So she bent down, and her kiss landed on his face.
He eagerly tried to respond. The once-unreachable student council president was now completely submissive. His clumsy, artless kissing threw her rhythm into disarray.
She pushed herself up, the covers rustling. She took a deep breath. “From now on, you are not to move without my permission.”
The dazed student council president blinked pitifully and then obediently nodded.
Despite her words, she didn’t have much experience. Her mind was filled with his disoriented expression and his deep, sweet breaths.
…How does he even make a sound like that?
She also discovered that he particularly liked to cling. He held her waist, his bent legs supporting her lower back, incidentally blocking any possible escape route. The white covers formed a small tent, enveloping them in their own little world.
With Yan Zhu, she had quickly found the right method, but he clearly wouldn’t. Though he was a very smart person, he was a complete novice in this area, acting only on pure, unbridled instinct.
Fu Xia mourned for her lower back for two seconds and struggled to find the right angle. Unable to go all the way, she could only try to provide some comfort in other ways.
Kisses were as common as breathing. The moment she took him in, the inexperienced young man couldn’t hold back.
They both froze.
Fu Xia could clearly feel the cool liquid splash against her skin, but before she could react, the half-bottle of pills kicked in again.
His rationality was completely gone, leaving only the most primitive human desires.
He pressed her down, his voice muffled. “Fu Xia… it’s okay… it’s okay… I’ve had surgery, it’s okay.”
He tilted his head back, a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Let’s continue, okay?”