Silence.
Help—me—ah!
Shen Qingqiu shook his head frantically.
Luo Binghe was still waiting in blissful anticipation. “Shizun, that’s what I want you to call me, okay?”
To his disappointment, Shen Qingqiu clenched his jaw, refusing to open his mouth even as tears welled in the corners of his eyes.
At the sight of his resistance, Luo Binghe’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Shizun,” he said in dismay, “we’ve already come this far, and you… Why will you still not…”
Luo Binghe sounded extremely distressed. Shen Qingqiu told himself he definitely wouldn’t fall for this again. But Luo Binghe’s tears were basically some kind of fantastical item that he could summon with a snap, and just like that, they began dripping down.
“Just once,” said Luo Binghe. “If Shizun is unwilling, do it just this once. I’ll remember, and I won’t push you to do it ever again after today—is that still no good?”
Shen Qingqiu’s face was showered in Luo Binghe’s tears as that thing assaulted his insides, leaving him in practically unspeakable suffering.
When you’re like this, how am I supposed to say no?
In the end, Shen Qingqiu decided to concede one more time. But there would definitely, absolutely not be a next one!
With difficulty, he sucked in a breath and struggled to say in a quiet voice, “Husband…”
Luo Binghe’s eyes immediately lit up. “Shizun, what did you say?”
Shen Qingqiu repeated, “Hus…” The latter half of the word was as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz, furtively swallowed as he switched to pleading. “Binghe, you… Slow down, would you…?”
But how could Luo Binghe let him get away with it just like that? “Shizun, a bit louder, I-I-I didn’t hear you clearly!”
In a surge of passion, he got overly excited, and his movements became greater as well. After a few hard thrusts, Shen Qingqiu felt as if his organs were roiling in his stomach, and finally, he fully surrendered.
Shen Qingqiu’s hands tugged helplessly at Luo Binghe’s hair as he sobbed and cried out. “Husband, husband, I’m begging you, stop—I can’t take it anymore… I really can’t take it anymore…”
Before he could finish crying, Luo Binghe picked Shen Qingqiu up entirely and made him sit in his lap as he plunged to the deepest spot inside him, one arm under his rear and the other around his waist as he moved him up and down. In bliss, he called out, “Wife…”
Save—me—ah!
As soon as he heard this, Shen Qingqiu’s entire body, including his hole, clenched tight in despair. “Holy fuck, shut up! Don’t…don’t call me things at random!”
But Luo Binghe didn’t listen to a single one of his protests. He forced Shen Qingqiu up and down on his cock as he embraced him. “Shizun, you’re the best…” he said quietly. “I always wanted you to call me that. Can you do it a few more times?”
A flow of warmth trailed down the back of his neck. Shen Qingqiu didn’t need to look to know that Luo Binghe was sobbing again.
Shen Qingqiu truly had no defenses against him whatsoever.
Their limbs were intertwined, both of them sticky with hot sweat. Luo Binghe’s waist and back shone with moisture, and Shen Qingqiu nearly couldn’t hold on with his legs alone, so he hooked his arms around Luo Binghe’s neck to stop himself from sliding down. This drew them even closer, until the space between them was practically nonexistent, and he left a smattering of passionate kisses on Luo Binghe’s face in encouragement.
To Luo Binghe, his cooperation was like candy given to a child. His eyes lit up in joy, and his lower body worked with even more force. The solid, ridged, flared head ground back and forth in Shen Qingqiu’s well-tormented hole, until he finally surrendered and entirely stopped trying to clench his jaw, letting out a cry of both pain and pleasure.
Luo Binghe loved this sound more than anything. He loved every sound Shen Qingqiu made. Before Shen Qingqiu consciousness faded completely, he still heard Luo Binghe whispering in his ear, “Shizun…call me that again…”
When he woke up the next morning, Shen Qingqiu’s first thought was that he wanted to smash himself to death against that extremely well-developed short-haired beast on Qing Jing Peak.
He swore up and down that he’d lost his entire life’s worth of face last night. He absolutely couldn’t suffer another moment more embarrassing than that!
Luo Binghe lay beside him in high spirits. As soon as he saw that Shen Qingqiu was awake, he swooped in for a kiss. Shen Qingqiu suspected he hadn’t slept at all, and that he’d stayed up staring at him the whole night. Pretending to be asleep would be pointless. He wanted to say something, but his throat was so hoarse that he only got out a few slurred sounds.
With that kiss, Luo Binghe seemed to have gotten everything he wanted. “Shizun, get some rest. I’ll go make breakfast for you.”
He was about to get up and get dressed when Shen Qingqiu mumbled out a few words.
“What is it?” Luo Binghe asked.
Shen Qingqiu’s face was already very red, and with Luo Binghe’s question, his flush became even more evident. He mumbled, “N-nothing.”
Luo Binghe wanted to press him on it, but he controlled himself. “Then I’ll go make breakfast.”
He carefully covered Shen Qingqiu back up with the blanket, turned, and got off the bed, where he picked up the clothes on the ground and slowly put them on.
Shen Qingqiu sat on the bed, the clothes that Luo Binghe had pulled over him draped over his body, and stared at Luo Binghe’s slender and handsome silhouette from behind. He stared at him for a long while, and suddenly, as if he’d been possessed, mumbled, “Husband?”
Luo Binghe’s body froze. As if his entire person had been nailed to the spot, he turned around extremely slowly. “Shizun, what did you just call me?”
Shen Qingqiu’s tongue tied itself in knots. Eh? He wanted to explain, but there was nothing to explain. “This, this master… Um, I, um, hmm…”
As they said, people shouldn’t trigger death flags. He’d just said he couldn’t embarrass himself any further in this lifetime, and then he’d gone and embarrassed himself more right away!
This time, Luo Binghe hadn’t pushed him to the messy brink of passion, nor had his heart been softened by Luo Binghe’s tears; there was no excuse. That was to say, he had simply, for some reason, wanted to try calling him that.
But afterward, he was so embarrassed that he practically wanted to dig himself a hole on the spot—or bash himself to death against a chunk of tofu.
In the end, Shen Qingqiu finally gave up on explaining himself and lay back down in defeat. Forcing himself to remain calm, he said, “This master is hungry.”
Luo Binghe lay back down with him, smiling. “Shizun, I’m hungry too.”
“If you’re hungry, then go cook…”
But being a bit late to breakfast once in a while was no big deal.