Chapter 8: 8

Going to bed is impossible. Not in this lifetime, never.

I’m not a fool to begin with. As if I can’t tell what tricks he’s trying to pull.

He dared to go that far on the streets in public. I would be damned if I went to bed. He would probably go wild if anything.

The last shred of clarity left in my brain drove me to shake my head frantically. Surprisingly, he didn’t try to force me into it, instead picking me up and changed the direction.

I went from sitting to lying on the sofa, sinking slightly into the cushion. I noticed he propped himself up with his arms, leaning closer downwards.

…I was too naïve.

What’s the fucking difference between this and going to bed!

The feeling of being completely under someone else’s control was really unpleasant. Especially towards this guy who narrowed his eyes and looked at me as if he was staring at a plate of food ready to feast on. I feel like I’ve fallen so down the food chain, to be on equal standing as hotpot ingredients. My pride is truly wounded from that.

I closed my eyes in humiliation as I felt a kiss land on my eyelid. He left a trail from there all the way to the dimple of my left cheek.

Half of my face felt like it was getting drenched, yet also so hot it was going to explode. Just like a baked sweet potato that was just peeled.

Can’t you fucking change things up a little!

I couldn’t stand it any longer and fiercely turned my face away from him. That earned a click of tongue in displeasure. “Don’t move.”

Do you think I won’t move just because you said so? What right do you have? I insist on not listening!

He stared at me for a moment before saying in a deeper voice, “Five hundred.”

…I stayed still.

And so he resumed what he was doing, except he finally changed spots to kissing my neck instead.

I never knew there were that many ways and patterns to kissing someone. When I agreed to his deal in the first place, I thought it’d just be a few kisses. I wouldn’t lose anything or actually get harmed, but it’s too late to regret now.

Not lose anything? I feel like I’m all chewed up by him at this point.

The strong scent of alcohol from him caused my mind to go numb. Feeling dizzy, I slowly became incapable of thinking anymore. My mind was clouded with random, vague thoughts like the VIP suite sure is wide…

When we were finally finished, he lifted me up and rested my head on his shoulder. I caught sight of that hidden tattoo on his slightly open neckline again. Unsure if I had lost all my intelligence from being drunk, I actually leaned in and bit down on it.

…That didn’t do much. I knocked into his collarbone, and shit, my teeth went numb.

He pinched my chin, forcing me to let go. Then, he said in a rugged voice, “Do you not plan on going home tonight?”

Holy shit! I jolted back to my senses. What time is it now?

Glancing at the wall clock across the room, I realized it had just past eight o’clock. Okay, not that bad.

I pushed him away and quickly got off the couch, rushing into the bathroom to wash up my face before running out, “I’m going back!”

His gaze lingered on my wet, dripping face for a moment before saying, “Don’t you want to stay? I can let you have the bed.”

After getting tricked by him so many times, I’ve gotten immune now. I firmly shook my head and refused, not tempted in the least.

Who knows if it’s the entire bed for me or only half? I’m not taking the bait again!

He nodded for a bit, looking calm and unperturbed. There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment for being rejected from him. He fixed his collar before sending me out of the room.

Fortunately, he still had some conscience in him. After calling the taxi for me, he paid the fare in my stead, finally showing the generous side that rich people should have.

Looking back, although this trip was extremely risky as I went deep into the tiger’s den, but the results are worth it. Offsetting five hundred yuan out of my debt without getting my bottom line as a straight man violated too. There was no loss.

My happy mood continued until I went back to my dorm room, ready to undress and jump into bathroom for a shower. When I turned my head to look in the mirror, I froze.

What’s that red patch on my neck?

Fuck! That guy left a mark behind after kissing me?

Dumfounded, I washed that spot with soap for three whole times, then sprayed antiseptic all over it. Yet, the unidentified red patch remained stubbornly on my neck and did not fade at all.

I still have to go for volunteer work tomorrow. What should I do?

It’s summer time now, so I can’t be wearing high collar shirts. This is bad, I’m doomed. Wouldn’t my reputation be ruined if people saw it?

This won’t do, I have to do something.

When I walked into the event hall the next day, my female senior who saw me showed a puzzled expression. “Xiao Xia, your neck…”

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I touched the white bandages wrapped around my neck and laughed stiffly, “Ah…it’s nothing. I was accidentally bitten last night.”

“Bitten?!”

Without missing a beat, I continued making up lies, “Yeah, I was squatting and going about my business when a wild dog suddenly jumped on me. Fortunately, I dodged in time and only got scrapped a little.”

“To think something like that could happen too…then you should go get anti-rabies vaccination, right?”

“Ah…yeah. I’ll go later. Thanks for reminding me.”

My mood instantly got a lot better after my successful attempt to cover things up. Just then, my senior looked behind me and asked, “Student Shen, why have you been standing behind us? Do you need anything?”

Shit.

I turned around stiffly, meeting the cold gaze of Shen Die. He hooked the corners of his mouth upwards and said, “Nothing. I heard Xiao Xia got hurt, so I came over to take a look.”

“You and him…oh right, Xiao Xia has been responsible for your team.” My senior turned towards me, “You shouldn’t delay a bite like this any longer. There’s not much you need to help out this morning anyways, so hurry to the hospital for an injection.”

Before I could politely decline, the guy next to me has already nodded. “I’m free this morning as well, let me send him there.”

I was dumbfounded hearing that. What is this? What’s actually happening? Is he exacting revenge?

He didn’t give me any chance to refute or salvage this situation, pulling me to the parking lot right away. Under the gaze of my senior, I dare not rashly push him away so I could only begrudgingly follow after him.

I finally came back to my senses when I got into the car. Fuck, he has a car?!

Then why did he still insist on making me call a taxi and send him back every night? Isn’t he being way too stingy?

I was too focused on being mad that when I snapped out of it, the car had driven to god knows where. I asked him, “Where are you going?”

“The hospital. Didn’t you need an injection?”

I said anxiously, “Can’t you tell I was just making it up?”

“Oh, is that so. You didn’t get bitten by a wild dog then?” He pretended to ask nonchalantly.

I felt a little guilty at first, but seeing his reaction, I couldn’t help but get angry. “Wouldn’t you know better what happened? Can’t you pick a better place to bite next time?”

He suddenly pulled over his car at the roadside, unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over. “Pick a better place? How about you tell me where?”

My face heated up for some reason. “A-Anyways, my neck is off limits!”

“Oh, so anywhere but your neck is fine?”

I quickly corrected, “Of course not!”

He reached over and touched my face. “Is it okay here?”

“I-I guess so.”

He moved to trace my lips, “How about here?”

“Uh…En…”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he bypassed my neck to go further down.  I held his finger tightly, “Stop, stop, stop!”

“A-Anyhow, I’ll decide when the time comes! Also, you’re not allowed to leave behind any marks!”

He said, “Alright.” Then came another hand to peel off the bandage on my neck.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanna see how it looks after getting bitten.”

Great, this guy just admitted himself that it was a bite. I pursed my lips together, letting him take off the bandages wrapped around my neck a few times. The marks were revealed then. I said, “Look, this is your handiwork!”

He didn’t answer back, only touching my red skin with his hand. Due to being tightly wrapped for a long time, there’s a thin layer of sweat on my neck. I craned my neck uncomfortably, about to tell him he had seen enough. But as I looked up, I caught sight of him staring at my neck with eyes like he wanted to pounce and bite me again. I couldn’t help but tremble, wanting to run away right away.

“You just promised me! No more touching there!”

He reluctantly peeled his gaze away. “Since it’s already wrapped in bandages…isn’t it okay to do it once more…”

“Impossible, don’t even think about it!”

He lowered his voice, “Three hundred.”

…I widened my eyes and swallowed before squeezing out, “…Be gentler then.”

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