(2/3)
Xingwang Hotel
Chapter 315: Sweet
Wen Jianyan’s pupils contracted.
The faint scent of blood lingered in the air.
Wu Zhu was crouched in front of his abdomen, pale lips stained with golden-red blood, carrying a faint, elusive smile. His dark golden, inhuman eyes glimmered in the darkness.
He looked up at him from below.
No one understood better than Wen Jianyan how terrifying, sinister, and powerful the man before him was. Yet at this moment, the other was in such a submissive, almost servile posture before him. But this did nothing to diminish the unusual danger that radiated from him.
In fact, it was quite the opposite.
A tingling current of unease ran up Wen Jianyan’s spine. That indescribable feeling of being hunted, of being the prey, gripped his senses in an instant. It was as if a wild beast had clamped its jaws around his throat, sharp teeth pressing against the throbbing veins, making him tremble and—
“?!”
Wen Jianyan snapped out of it abruptly.
He shoved the man in front of him away and retreated several steps at the fastest speed possible, stopping at the farthest point he could reach. He glared at Wu Zhu with a mix of fury and panic, his breathing ragged and disordered.
“……”
Wu Zhu slowly retracted his hand.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gazed at the young man not far away.
The other’s clothes were still half-wet, the hem of his shirt disheveled and open. His pale, seemingly luminous abdomen rose and fell irregularly, trembling slightly.
At the edge of his damp clothing, golden-red, rune-like patterns embedded themselves deeply into his taut, delicate skin, tracing along the faintly protruding contours of his hip bone, extending downward as if they had grown out of his flesh.
The ends of the runes disappeared into the loose, tilted fabric, vanishing into a shadowy area that evoked endless imagination.
Under that invasive gaze, Wen Jianyan’s shoulders instinctively tensed.
Wu Zhu licked his fingertip, which still bore traces of their mingled blood, now healed, and revealed a faintly amused expression:
“Beautiful.”
Wen Jianyan: “…………”
In that moment, the patch of skin that had been gently touched by the other’s fingers and slowly licked by his tongue burned intensely. Scorching heat flared up, spreading through his veins and bones, leaving his entire body rigid and on edge.
His face and ears flushed with heat.
Wu Zhu’s gaze lingered on Wen Jianyan’s reddened earlobes.
Unable to resist, he lightly pinched his own fingers, as if recalling something.
Thin, delicate cartilage, the skin warm and smooth, covered with a faint layer of fine hair. The soft, fleshy earlobe, whether nibbled lightly between teeth or rolled gently between fingers, would soon grow scorching hot…
Under the weight of the other’s focused, almost tangible gaze, Wen Jianyan’s back stiffened further. He gritted his teeth and snapped angrily:
“Close your eyes!”
The Ouroboros’ command could not be disobeyed.
Regretfully, Wu Zhu closed his eyes.
Only after sensing that the other’s gaze had finally left his body did Wen Jianyan close his own eyes and take several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.
The heat gradually subsided, and the strange sensation from earlier slowly faded.
He raised a hand to smooth back his slightly messy hair, his face returning to its usual calm, composed expression. The perfect mask of warmth, reason, and logic slipped seamlessly back into place, as if the earlier chaos had never happened.
Wen Jianyan lowered his head, studying the runes that had reappeared on his hip bone.
He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but…
The markings seemed slightly different from before.
The lines, once a pure, blood-red hue, now carried faint traces of shimmering gold.
He frowned, pressing firmly against the markings.
Although Wu Zhu had already withdrawn, for some reason, Wen Jianyan couldn’t shake the sensation of the other’s fingers and tongue. It lingered on that patch of skin, cold, damp, and laced with an unbearable gentleness, as if it had seeped into his very flesh.
Wen Jianyan felt deeply unsettled.
Wen Jianyan even felt that it would have been better if Wu Zhu had hurt him like before.
At least the pain would pass, and it wouldn’t leave him feeling so uncomfortable all over.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Wen Jianyan forcefully wiped his face, shook his head, and tried to shake off the unease in his mind. He then lowered his head and began buttoning his shirt, one button at a time, firmly covering the strange golden-red runes beneath the fabric. It was as if doing so could erase everything that had just happened.
At the moment he fastened the last button, Wen Jianyan’s fingers suddenly froze.
A sharp clarity rang through his mind like a thunderclap.
He stopped what he was doing, slowly raised his head, and looked at Wu Zhu, who sat not far away with his eyes closed. Gritting his teeth, he said:
“You did it on purpose.”
“It didn’t have to be this spot, did it?”
Wu Zhu, sitting on the edge of the bed, deepened his faint smile without denying it:
“Correct.”
Wen Jianyan: “…”
He took a deep breath, his expression blank, as his fists slowly clenched.
His habitual thinking had made him assume that all the marks had to be in the same spot. In reality, the first time was simply Wu Zhu’s personal preference. This time, Wen Jianyan could have ordered him to place the mark somewhere else—anywhere but this spot!
Wu Zhu obviously knew this, but he had happily allowed Wen Jianyan to misunderstand and go along with it.
“—Can it still be moved now?” Wen Jianyan’s voice squeezed out through gritted teeth.
“Unfortunately, no,” Wu Zhu replied, as expected.
“Then erase this one and make a new one.”
“Unfortunately,” Wu Zhu’s smile grew even more pronounced, “I can’t do that either.”
“……”
Wen Jianyan swallowed the curse words that threatened to spill out.
Of course, he knew that blood-related and contract-bound seals weren’t child’s play. They couldn’t just be stamped here and there like some casual mark. But for some reason, just looking at Wu Zhu’s infuriatingly smug face made Wen Jianyan feel utterly uncomfortable. He had the strong urge to punch him and wipe that faint, mocking smile off his face.
Back when he was under Wu Zhu’s control, it hadn’t been like this.
But now, with their positions reversed and himself holding the upper hand, Wen Jianyan found that his emotions were still easily stirred by Wu Zhu.
This trend needed to be stopped immediately.
He took a deep breath and forced a flawless smile onto his face:
“Then let’s leave it as is. This spot is well-hidden, unlikely to be discovered by others. I’m very satisfied.”
Wu Zhu: “As long as you’re satisfied.”
“……”
Wen Jianyan inhaled deeply.
Suddenly, he revealed a sinister smile and began to walk forward slowly.
Wu Zhu still kept his eyes closed.
Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, he instinctively turned his head toward the source of the sound.
The young man’s footsteps stopped directly in front of him.
Wu Zhu couldn’t open his eyes, but he knew that the other was leaning down, staring at him.
In the deathly stillness of the dim room, it seemed as though he could faintly hear the sound of the other’s steady breathing drawing closer, soft and rhythmic, like feathers brushing against his heart.
Wu Zhu’s hand moved involuntarily.
Clink.
The Ouroboros chain let out a crisp sound, shattering the silence in the room.
“Don’t move.”
The next second, the chain around his wrist tightened abruptly, forcibly holding him in place with an unyielding command.
Wu Zhu couldn’t move.
“Open your eyes.”
Above him came the other’s emotionless voice.
Wu Zhu: “…”
He opened his eyes.
The young man’s face was right in front of him.
The earlier panic, confusion, and helplessness had vanished like thin snow under the spring sun.
He gazed down at Wu Zhu from above, his amber eyes distant and indifferent, yet his lips carried a warm smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He appeared completely composed, calm, and in control.
“Thank you for your help, regardless… It was very useful to me.”
The next second, the young man’s warm, soft fingertip brushed against the corner of Wu Zhu’s lips, casually wiping away the remaining traces of golden-red blood.
“When this instance ends, I’ll reward you.”
Though his tone was gentle, it carried an air of superiority—light and arrogant—not something one would typically say to a partner. It sounded more like…
He was teasing a pet that belonged to him.
The warm touch of his fingertip was fleeting.
As a god, being treated with such casual disregard should have provoked anger or disdain, yet Wu Zhu showed none of that.
Quite the opposite…
It was as if something about the other person had captivated him. Wu Zhu stared unblinkingly at the young man, a glimmer of predatory intent beginning to brew and shine in the depths of his golden eyes.
After speaking, Wen Jianyan lowered his gaze, examining the trace of blood left on his fingertip, as if finding it curious.
Then, slowly and deliberately, he brought his finger to his lips.
A flash of a moist, pale-red tongue darted out between his lips, gently and quickly licking the pad of his finger.
“……”
Wu Zhu’s pupils contracted.
He stared fixedly at Wen Jianyan’s lips and the tongue that had just flicked across them.
His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily, bobbing up and down.
In the darkness, those golden eyes grew even brighter, like a starving beast catching the scent of blood, filled with a barely restrained, burning intensity.
Wen Jianyan lowered his gaze again, his eyes catching Wu Zhu’s in the shadows. There was a sly, teasing glint in his eyes, like invisible hooks carrying a light and seductive malice.
Suddenly, he smiled:
“Sweet.”
Clink.
The metallic sound of the Ouroboros chain rang out again, louder and more violent this time, like a wild beast losing control, struggling to break free of its restraints.
Wen Jianyan’s gaze drifted downward, sweeping lightly over Wu Zhu’s robes. His smile deepened, and his voice, now syrupy and coated with sugar, said:
“Well then, happy cooperation.”
“See you next time.”
With that, he turned around, a faint smile lingering on his face, as he twisted the Ouroboros ring on his finger.
The young man’s tall and slender figure gradually faded, disappearing into the shadows, leaving behind only Wu Zhu in the darkened room, his eyes dark and his jaw clenched.
“……”
The darkness was utterly silent.
Wu Zhu stared at the spot where Wen Jianyan had vanished, letting out a low chuckle. His golden eyes shone brighter than ever, as if in response to the other’s parting words:
“See you next time.”
Yes.
We’ll meet again very soon.
My prey.
My bishop.
My temporary captor.
Wu Zhu narrowed his eyes, a faint, fleeting smile brushing across his thin lips.
Perhaps even sooner than you imagine…
Wen jianyan is such a tease I love him