Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 103

Layers upon layers of water continuously spilled out of the bathtub, colliding with the thin layer on the light gray floor tiles, creating splashes and ripples that turned into white mist.

In the increasingly dense mist, two figures clung closer together.

Bai Zhou held Zhou Qian with one hand while supporting the back of his head with the other, kissing him first lightly, then deeply.

Zhou Qian gripped Bai Zhou’s shoulders tightly, his eyes misted with steam, unconsciously leaning back slowly. His gaze was filled with confusion, bewilderment, and fulfillment—all emotions eventually transforming into genuine joy.

Suddenly, the sound of water splashing intensified as more water overflowed from the bathtub’s edge, increasing in volume and speed.

Caught off guard, a loud “splash” was heard as Bai Zhou, unable to restrain his passion, kissed Zhou Qian deeply, causing them both to plunge beneath the water’s surface.

Breathing became increasingly difficult.

Yet, neither wished to stop.

Outside, the wind over the sea intensified, with waves crashing against the shore, increasingly stirring up the sand back into the ocean.

The neon lights in the sky dimmed and the night deepened, yet the hustle and bustle of this city that never sleeps didn’t quiet down.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Bai Zhou opened his eyes to see Zhou Qian’s face turning red. He forcefully pulled him up with the hand resting on Zhou Qian’s neck.

As their upper bodies emerged from the water, fresh air rushed into their oxygen-deprived lungs. Zhou Qian, after catching his breath, suddenly grabbed Bai Zhou’s shoulder, attempting to pull him back under the water.

Bai Zhou, worried about Zhou Qian choking, held his head steady to prevent him from moving.

However, Zhou Qian’s loss of control made him restless and uncontrollably rebellious.

A kiss that descended again calmed him.

Yet Zhou Qian seemed still unsatisfied.

Restlessly moving, he caused large splashes to overflow the bathtub and roll onto the floor.

Taking a breath, Bai Zhou temporarily broke the kiss, his magnetic voice blending with the sound of water, reaching deep into Zhou Qian’s ears. “Be good, Zhou Qian.”

“Zhou Ge, my head hurts. I feel terrible.” Zhou Qian gripped Bai Zhou’s shoulders several times, leaving clear fingerprints.

No matter how much Zhou Qian pleaded, Bai Zhou remained unmoved, so Zhou Qian abruptly embraced him, almost forcefully pulling him underwater.

During each episode, Zhou Qian yearned to do something extreme, frenzied, and dangerous.

Whether it was setting fires, smashing furniture, or swimming into the dangerous depths of the sea, each act brought him a thrilling sensation.

Just now, he discovered a new thrilling game—kissing Bai Zhou underwater to the point of near suffocation.

The dangerous, satisfying, and exciting feeling was intoxicating.

But now Bai Zhou wasn’t cooperating. His waist was tightly held by a hand, making it difficult to move.

So, when Bai Zhou leaned in to kiss him again, Zhou Qian ducked and quickly bit his shoulder, muttering discontentedly. “You’re bad. I don’t like you anymore.”

Zhou Qian was confused.

He didn’t realize he had never properly expressed his feelings to Bai Zhou.

He also didn’t know how deeply his words had hurt Bai Zhou—just minutes ago, he had said “no regrets,” and now, “I don’t like you anymore.”

So, taking advantage of Bai Zhou’s momentary distraction, Zhou Qian successfully pushed him away, sliding into the water alone, closing his eyes underwater with a satisfied smile, his body seemingly drifting with the flowing waves to an unknown destination.

But the next moment, he was pulled out by Bai Zhou.

“Zhou Ge?” Zhou Qian opened his eyes, his expression confused as he looked at Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou wrapped him in a bathrobe and, without a word, carried him out of the bathroom, heading directly upstairs to the bedroom.

Along the way, Zhou Qian struggled intensely, unable to bear even a second of silence or stillness during his episodes. Every cell in his body seemed to crawl with ants, all clamoring for him to release his emotions in some intense manner.

“Zhou Ge, let’s go running, swimming… or take a bath?”

Zhou Qian, clinging to Bai Zhou’s neck, moved restlessly on him. “I’m not sleeping anyway. I can’t sleep now. Just let me vent; it won’t take long. Just wait a little longer.”

Bai Zhou remained silent, his expression lost in the night, indecipherable.

Zhou Qian became unhappy. “Let me down. Zhou Ge, you—”

In the darkness, everything was blurred, and combined with his unclear consciousness, Zhou Qian was somewhat unsure of the kind of environment he was in.

The only constant was his innate trust and openness towards Bai Zhou.

So much so that when Bai Zhou took a belt from the drawer and tied one of his hands to the head of the bed, he still didn’t feel that Bai Zhou meant to harm him.

He was just irritated by the loss of the thrilling sensation of suffocation underwater. He looked at Bai Zhou somewhat bewilderedly. “Zhou Ge?”

Bai Zhou leaned down close to his ear. His voice was deep and serious. “I can play with you. But there must be limits, no real danger.”

Zhou Qian blinked unconsciously. “I’m a good swimmer. I won’t drown.”

Bai Zhou: “Let’s not play with water. Let’s change the game.”

Zhou Qian asked with some anticipation, “How? It’s not fun being tied up.”

Bai Zhou didn’t respond. At some point, a bathrobe belt that had fallen to the floor was picked up and then gently placed over Zhou Qian’s eyes.

Darkness enveloped him, and he could see nothing.

Feeling uncomfortable, he instinctively reached out with his right hand to pull at the belt, but then his wrist was tightly grasped.

“Zhou Ge…”

Having lost the freedom of both hands and with something covering his eyes, Zhou Qian seemed to finally become a bit anxious, his body showing clear movements.

“Zhou Ge, I feel uncomfortable.”

Sensitively sensing Bai Zhou’s lips approaching, Zhou Qian instinctively raised his head to kiss him.

Their lips touched lightly, but soon Bai Zhou turned his head aside.

Zhou Qian frowned, instinctively trying to chase a certain warmth, then felt Bai Zhou kiss his cheek and heard him say slowly by his ear, “Mm. I know. I’ll help you.”

……

The mountain’s lifeline was held by the wind.

A warm breeze came, sweeping away the snow and ice. The hard frost gradually softened, turning into spring rain, flowing and nourishing everything.

Streams flowed again, tender buds sprouted, and mountain flowers bloomed one after another.

It was a cycle that repeated endlessly.

“Zhou Ge… I…”

After some time, Zhou Qian’s hands were free again. At this moment, he was restlessly grabbing Bai Zhou’s shoulders and then his neck.

Bai Zhou whispered in his ear, “Do you still want to play in the water?”

Zhou Qian immediately shook his head.

“Do you still want to play this?”

“Hmm? …No, not playing anymore.”

Bai Zhou almost coaxed him. “Do you really not want to play?”

Zhou Qian slowly hugged him, burying his head in his chest, and said softly, “…I do.”

……

The next day.

Zhou Qian woke up at noon.

His first reaction was extreme fatigue, so he turned over, wrapped himself in the blanket, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

Then he suddenly remembered something.

He didn’t know if Bai Zhou had those kinds of feelings for him, so he tested him.

And then?

Then he seemed to have gone to play in the sand…

What happened after that?

Certain images in his mind became clearer, and Zhou Qian was stunned.

After realizing what happened, he sniffed his shirt and looked closely at the bed sheet and duvet cover—

Everything was clean and had a faint scent of soap.

Could it be just a wet dream?

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Qian quickly went to the window and opened the curtains, only to see the bed sheets, shirts, and robes drying on the balcony downstairs.

So.

It wasn’t a dream.

What did I do yesterday…

How he clung to Bai Zhou, scratched him, and seemed to have cried and made a fuss several times…

All these images appeared in Zhou Qian’s mind.

Even with thick skin, he couldn’t help but blush at this moment.

The two had grown up together and were always close. Zhou Qian wasn’t worried about Bai Zhou seeing him in a bad state. After all, he had been embarrassed many times as a child, and Bai Zhou had seen it all.

But they hadn’t seen each other for seven years, and now they were both adults. Many things were different from before. Moreover, they hadn’t really talked about some issues. They hadn’t been reunited for long, so how could they suddenly…

Zhou Qian was unable to accept it for a while.

When he fully recalled last night’s events and counted how many cold showers Bai Zhou had taken, his face reddened even more.

Zhou Qian, in this situation, stood still for a long time.

After a while, there was a knock on the door behind him.

Then Bai Zhou’s deep voice followed. “Awake? Go wash up and come down for lunch.”

Zhou Qian was too embarrassed to turn around and look at him, subconsciously biting his finger joint, and said in a muffled voice, “Okay.”

Bai Zhou paused for a while, then entered the room. “What’s wrong?”

Zhou Qian quickly jumped onto the bed and pulled the blanket over him. “Nothing. I want to sleep a bit more.”

Bai Zhou asked him, “Feeling better now?”

“Yes. It rarely happens once a month. Don’t worry,” Zhou Qian said softly.

“Then don’t sleep now. Get up and eat something. You spent the entire night—”

“I-I didn’t…” Zhou Qian interrupted him, trying to save face. “It wasn’t all night. Just an occasional episode.”

Bai Zhou didn’t say anything, seeming to smile, then reached out and patted Zhou Qian’s shoulder through the blanket.

Zhou Qian reluctantly sat up, glanced at Bai Zhou, and was stunned again.

—Bai Zhou’s neck and collarbone were covered in red marks, as if he had fought three hundred rounds with a crazed, biting, and scratching wild cat.

“I…” Zhou Qian turned away, picked up the water on the bedside table, and drank it with his back to Bai Zhou, asking, “So, what’s for lunch?”

Bai Zhou: “You’ll see when you go downstairs.”

“Okay. You go ahead.” Zhou Qian headed to the bathroom. “I’m going to brush my teeth and wash my face.”

“Alright. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” Bai Zhou walked to the corridor and was called back by Zhou Qian.

“Zhou Ge—”

“Hmm?”

“Last night, why didn’t you—”

In his mind, a certain number fluctuated between 5% and 35%.

Then Zhou Qian heard Bai Zhou say, “You weren’t very clear-headed last night.”

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Kinky Thoughts:

Oh. Good on Bai Zhou.

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