Chapter 76: CH 76

Chapter 76 – Boiling Moonlight


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As the lonely bedside lamp glowed yellow, Fang Juexia stared at this line of words on the screen, and they covered his blank brain.

He wanted to give an answer to this, but his fingers had turned stiff, and every word that he could reply with seemed wrong. As he sat in a daze for a long time, a knock sounded on the door.

He had come unasked, just like the moon always did.

Fang Juexia didn’t overthink it. He put down his cellphone and walked to the entranceway of his room barefoot. He didn’t even have time to turn on the light there, instead, he just felt his way across the wall all the way to the door.

“Who is it?”

From across the door, he heard Pei Tingsong’s voice, with a hint of boyish delight in his low voice, “Me ah, who else could it be?”

Everything was dark in front of Fang Juexia’s eyes. He fumbled around until he grasped the door knob, but he suddenly hesitated, and his bare toes subconsciously grasped the floor.

“It’s so late, you’re still not sleeping?”

All of a sudden, he heard a thump, the sound of Pei Tingsong pressing his forehead against the door.

“I missed you.” He was very quiet, the sound pretty much tunneling through the crack in the door. 

Fang Juexia was loath to refuse him, so he opened the door.

In the dark, his waist was embraced by an arm. When the door closed, he stumbled forward as he was taken along and pressed against the wall of the entryway. Behind him was the cold wall, and in front of him a warm chest. 

“Didn’t you miss me?” Pei Tingsong lowered his head and closed his lips tightly around Fang Juexia’s earlobe.

There seemed to be some particles in his hoarse voice, grinding and scraping at Fang Juexia’s heart. It was so itchy. Fang Juexia turned his head and let out a quiet ‘en.’

Of course he had missed him.

He had missed him so much that he had even started fantasizing about Pei Tingsong’s clothes just now. Fang Juexia was a little embarrassed, so he reached out to push him away, felt his way along the wall and walked to a spot with some light. In an unnatural manner, he picked up the cardigan on the bed and put it on the sofa. He then went ahead and sat on the sofa, right under the window, with one leg bent up, and his arm around his knee.

“Didn’t you want to see the moon? Look ba.”

Pei Tingsong walked inside the room with a smile, looking at Fang Juexia all the while, who was wearing a set of pure white short-sleeved pajamas, with his two snow-white long legs exposed. His whole body was covered in the moonlight streaming in through the window, like a snow-white flower blooming at night. Perfectly clean and beautiful.

He walked over to Fang Juexia and sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of him. He held onto Fang Juexia’s ankle and his pale foot as he asked, “Aren’t you cold? Walking barefoot on the ground, are you a kid?”

Fang Juexia wasn’t quite pleased to be called a kid by a real kid. He tried to pull his leg out of Pei Tingsong’s grasp, but the other person exerted a little effort, not letting him succeed in his attempt. So Fang Juexia’s only other option was to lift his other leg, place its heel on Pei Tingsong’s shoulder, and push him off.

Only because he wasn’t wearing a sling around his neck, and his injured hand had been set down, did Fang Juexia dare to use some strength this way. 

“Your temper is really getting worse and worse.” Although he said so, the tone he used was so gentle. He then turned his head and kissed the foot lying on his shoulder. Under the moonlight, he kissed all the way up from his ankle to his foot, cherishing him deeply.

Fang Juexia was a little flustered and wanted to pull his leg back, but Pei Tingsong pulled on his wrist instead, and he fell into his arms, hugged with his arm against his back.

“Pei Tingsong, what are you doing?” Fang Juexia struggled to get out of his grasp again, but Pei Tingsong pulled his parted legs around his waist, while his arms also wrapped around the back of his neck.

“Nothing,” said Pei Tingsong as he supported and carried Fang Juexia to the bed. Then he leaned over to put him on the bed, before pressing himself onto him. “Looking at the moonlight.” Then he kissed Fang Juexia on the cheek. “The moonlight on your body.”

The tip of his nose rubbed against Fang Juexia’s face, and Pei Tingsong’s voice was hoarse as he explained, “Your face is a little hot, it feels very nice to kiss.”

Each of his words left Fang Juexia  at a loss. He was rubbed until his face started to itch, and he half-narrowed his eyes before scolding, “Don’t talk anymore.”

“How can I do that? I’m a rapper after all.” Pei Tingsong laughed and continued, “Kissing me is the only way to shut me up, want to try?”

His invitation was very straightforward. Fang Juexia blinked once, then as if he had made up his mind, kissed him. 

When their lips touched each other, they seemed to have a magical power. The desire pervading through each of their bodies finally connected together, and just like their entangled breaths, their youthful hormones and lust intertwined. They heated up the cool moonlight, and then wrapped it around their bodies, so they weren’t afraid of the cold.

Fang Juexia liked kissing and the feeling of the tip of Pei Tingsong’s tongue prying in, letting in the fragrance of mint as it licked the soft and fragile mucous membrane, and rubbed against the smooth and sharp tip of a tooth. As this part of their bodies entangled, Pei Tingsong’s hand reached into  the hem of Fang Juexia’s clothes, pressed his soft back, and went up little by little against the grooves of his spine. His smooth skin was groped by Pei Tingsong’s palm until it grew hot.

It was always quiet this late at night, and the wet sounds that overflowed from their intertwined lips echoed in their ears, like a circuitous tide of emotions, and this reprisal aggravated Fang Juexia’s desire. 

The lack of vision, not enough oxygen, and the little alcohol he had consumed made Fang Juexia hallucinate. The scenes of Pei Tingsong chasing victory during the game earlier, of putting his coat over his face, and of his overwhelming kiss at the moment—  all three scenes mixed together, and with each layer, his desire only increased. 

The tip of Pei Tingsong’s tongue stirred into Fang Juexia’s kiss. He liked to kiss deeply and then separate to look at Fang Juexia. His lover, when lost in the throes of lust, was the most beautiful; his lips were slightly open, panting out hot breaths, and his eyes were covered with a lustrous liquid veneer.

Pei Tingsong kissed his birthmark again, rubbed his skin with his fingertips, and asked in a deep voice, “How can you be this attractive, hm?” He couldn’t help kissing him again, at the freshest and liveliest part of his body.

Fang Juexia panted lightly. His hands were on Pe Tingsong’s back as he hugged him, and he didn’t say anything, but he also reached his hands into Pei Tingsong’s cotton pajamas, to stick his palms against Pei Tingsong’s skin. This gesture was too obvious a sign of sentimental attachment.

“If you’re like this, I won’t be able to hold back anymore.” Pei Tingsong kissed his forehead, eyes, and the tip of his nose.

Fang Juexia caressed his spine, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and licked the corner of his lip. “Won’t be able to hold back what?”

His voice usually possessed a very strong sense of coolness. However, when he gasped to speak now, it carried instead the taboo flavor of forced ravishment, which made it easier for people to have the desire to wreck him. 

“Won’t be able to hold back from bullying you.” Pei Tingsong poked the tip of his tongue in again, pried his teeth open, and went back to that moist and warm place. It seemed that he wanted to remember every detail of Fang Juexia’s mouth, for he licked and kissed every place so meticulously, winding his tongue deep inside, and hanging on without letting go. His hand also traveled from the back around to the front, his palm caressing upwards. Fang Juexia was even more sensitive than he had imagined, his body already starting to quiver from just these actions. 

“Wu…”

Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia separated, a silver strand of saliva between them, glowing under the moonlight. 

“Are you afraid?”

Fang Juexia was left dizzy from his kiss; this was his first time, so he still wasn’t used to the direct impact lust had on him. However, he shouldn’t be afraid, he had clearly already searched for information on this. So he shook his head, his pair of clear eyes looking directly at Pei Tingsong. “I checked online, about stuff related to this…”

Pei Tingsong was stunned at first, and then laughed, but he soon explained himself, “I’m not laughing at you, I just think you’re too cute.”

“Shouldn’t I have checked it?” Fang Juexia thought it was very logical and explained, “You have to learn the unknown in order for it to become known.”

“You’re right, it’s wise to prepare for these lessons in advance.” Pei Tingsong lowered his head, and the tips of their noses touched intimately. “Teacher Fang, you teach me ba.”

This title was too shameful, and Fang Juexia’s face suddenly went red. “I—how can I teach?”

Pei Tingsong kissed the soft skin under his ears. “You can teach me however you like. Anyway, I’m a pure virginal boy.”

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Thisreally was being too shamelessly boastful.

Fang Juexia’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he licked his lower lip. He didn’t know how to teach something like this; he only knew that right now they were unprepared and couldn’t do it. “We can’t do it yet…”

“Do it?” Pei Tingsong gently kissed the side of his neck while playing dumb. “Do what? Make love?”

Fang Juexia didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. He was stunned, and his eyes even widened. Pei Tingsong raised his head and just happened to see his expression. He thought Fang Juexia was too cute and continued to tease him, “So you want to make love with me ah.”

These two words continuously poked at Fang Juexia’s heart. He wanted to deny it, because it was too direct, but to deny it would be a lie. 

He could only repeat, “We can’t do it yet… We haven’t done any preparations, and your hand is still injured.”

“We’ll go slowly, there’s no need to go all the way at once.” Pei Tingsong’s injured hand was bent at his elbow, and he hadn’t pressed its whole weight onto his body. Instead, he just carefully kissed Fang Juexia’s lips, but didn’t go into a deeper and more thorough kiss. With his other hand, he began to undo the buttons of Fang Juexia’s pajamas, one by one.

Not going all the way at once…what did that mean?

His kisses had left Fang Juexia so hot and dry, and his reason was in danger of being torn apart by his hormones. His hand feebly held onto Pei Tingsong’s hand, but it could not stop his movements. He felt like a popsicle whose packaging had been torn open, which made him uneasy, and he was worried that his taste was too mediocre, and that Pei Tingsong wouldn’t like this flavor. 

What he didn’t know was that Pei Tingsong was crazy for him. 

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That night was a piece of quietly burning metal, with glass windows that blocked out everything. They couldn’t hear the sound of the cars driving on the road or even the slight hum of the neon lights, all they could hear was each other’s voices.

Fang Juexia seemed indifferent, but in fact, hidden in his heart were many people and various things he liked. His mother, his strict grandfather, the flowers and greenery growing on the balcony, especially that once neglected cactus, his favorite dance, Little Abacus who pestered and was always unwilling to part from him, his dreams, and finally, his bandmates who went all out with him. 

One of his bandmates in particular.

The darkness and silence were like a magnifying glass, stretching out all the details, so that last ending moment was also stretched out. He was so spent that he had almost no strength to even turn over. Pei Tingsong hugged him from behind, encircling him like a big dog, uttering all kinds of honey-sweet words.

As if that wasn’t enough, he was turned over to face him, held in his arms, and then repeatedly kissed, until their brains were numb, until even Pei Tingsong seemed unable to say a word.

It seemed that they were able to live just by kissing.

One night was fine, one lifetime was also fine.

Their diminished physical strength brought about a good night’s sleep. They nestled close to each other, providing each other with the greatest sense of security. Fang Juexia, who had never slept in, woke up for a moment due to his biological clock in the morning. Upon seeing Pei Tingsong’s quiet sleeping face, he felt at ease, so he relaxed and curled back into his arms, kissed his hand and arm gently, and went to sleep again.

When he next woke up, it was from being awakened by the sound of a vibration. Pei Tingsong vaguely stretched out his arm to find the source of the vibration, and finally touched his cellphone. He had left it on the bedside table when he had taken off his clothes last night.

He worked hard to open his eyes and saw that it was actually Cheng Qiang calling. His head felt faint, and he couldn’t think of an excuse at the moment, so he just hung up.

“Who ah…” Fang Juexia shrank into the quilt, feeling very lazy, and even his words sounded soft.

“Qiang Ge.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the vibration came again, but this time it was from another place. By now, Pei Tingsong had woken up a lot, so he searched for it’s source for a while before finally finding Fang Juexia’s cellphone under the pillow. It was still Cheng Qiang. 

Fang Juexia guessed it right when he saw Pei Tingsong’s expression. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared  and he carefully took the phone from Pei Tingsong’s hand, then cleared his throat, only picking up after that. “Hello?”

“Juexia? Where are you ah?”

“I…” Fang Juexia replied honestly, “I’m at the hotel, I haven’t got up yet.”

“It’s ten o’clock, and you’re still not up yet?”

“Um well, I took a bit of a chill yesterday and had a headache. I didn’t sleep well at night, so I slept a little more in the morning.”

Cheng Qiang let out an “oh” and said, “You’re alright now ba?”

“I’m fine, I may have just not gotten enough rest.”

“I thought you also went out, and I wanted to ask you if you have seen Xiao Pei. That little brat, as soon as I opened my eyes, he had disappeared, and I don’t know where he has gone.”

With a guilty heart, Fang Juexia looked at Pei Tingsong, who was beside him. When Pei Tingsong saw him looking at himself, he even deliberately drew close and kissed him, then was pushed away by Fang Juexia. “En…. I haven’t seen him either.”

As soon as he lied, his heart started to beat wildly. 

“Alright ba, I’ll ask some of the others. Yesterday, Ziyan said they were going to climb about, so maybe he’s with them.”

Fang Juexia was afraid of giving the game away, so he said, “I think maybe Xiao Pei went out to have fun by himself. He already likes to come and go freely, and climbing mountains…. He probably doesn’t like that kind of sport either.” Then he added, “He’s already 20, don’t worry, Qiang Ge. You’ve also been tired recently, so take a day off ba.”

The other side let out an “en” before saying, “Alright ba, then if you’re tired, sleep some more, and I’ll call them first.”

“Okay, then I’m going to sleep.”

Finally having gotten away with it, Fang Juexia fell on the bed, his expression like that of a child who had stolen and eaten the forbidden fruit from his parents. “Fortunately…”

Pei Tingsong drew closer to kiss him. “Teacher Fang, you have even learned to deceive people.”

As soon as he heard this title, he blushed. “I haven’t.”

“You haven’t deceived anyone?” Pei Tingsong laughed. “That’s true. I really don’t like sports like climbing mountains, I like….wu….”

Before he could say his flirty words, Fang Juexia had covered his mouth. 

“I’m going to sleep, stop talking. Shut up, shut up.” Fang Juexia was short on breath and curled into the bed like a little loach fish, making it seem that he could be isolated from the world as long as he curled inside. But the more he was like this, the cuter Pei Tingsong thought he was. He got an urge to make some trouble with him, so he tickled and pulled at the quilt, just not letting him rest. He kicked up such a fuss in the bed with him that Fang Juexia started to laugh in a muffled fashion into the quilt.

The two people, who were tossing around in bed, suddenly heard a knock on the door. In a flash, they turned into two little hamsters who had been shocked, synchronously stopping, frozen in place.

Cheng Qiang’s voice sounded out. 

“Juexia? It’s me. You haven’t fallen asleep, have you? It’s really such a coincidence, I received an endorsement contract just after I finished talking on the phone with you. The brand merchant is anxious for a reply, so I’ll discuss it quickly with you and go back when we’re done.”

Such a coincidence, too much of a coincidence. 

Pei Tingsong and Fang Juexia looked at each other, then frantically looked around the room.

“Fuck.”

Where could they hide a 1.9 meter tall boy?

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