Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

93. Are You Spouting Gibberish?

Chu Zhichen opened his eyes, unable to see his own back, and had never given it much thought. After all, everyone has a spine, which should be straight and unblemished. Its beauty or lack thereof seemed insignificant.

"Do you not believe me?" Xiang Mingzhang described, "The pain you feel when lying on the desk is because your back is too thin, and your shoulder blades are too delicate to support the stiffness."

Chu Zhichen retorted, "Are you just spouting nonsense?"

Xiang Mingzhang persisted, "Your spine is still there, completely straight and unbent. Your waist is slender, and the dimples on either side of your waist are shallow. The skin on your back is untarnished, white, and flawless. There's only a small, barely noticeable red mole on your right shoulder. It's so small that I can't see it when the lights are out."

Chu Zhichen grew flustered upon hearing this. He had assumed that Xiang Mingzhang could only see a bit more of his back, but it turned out that he had observed every inch of it meticulously.

Chu Zhichen tried to speak, but found himself speechless as Xiang Mingzhang silenced him with a passionate kiss, melding their lips and tongues together. Then, with exaggerated regret, Xiang Mingzhang declared, "Since you're not comfortable with that posture, we won't use it anymore."

Caught in a dilemma, Chu Zhichen felt as if everything was overbearing, even in the midst of a serious discussion. He voiced, "Don't you prefer the front?"

Xiang Mingzhang's rhetoric was instantly defeated; he flipped the corner of the quilt with a swift motion and pressed Chu Zhichen down. "Shen Ruozhen, don't test me in this manner."

The wind picked up, whistling like a lament.

Every time Chu Zhichen spent the night with Xiang Mingzhang, the concept of time grew hazy, and the towering buildings transformed into a realm of passion. He only remembered the alternating play of light and darkness outside the window.

Drowsy, his flushed face resembling that of a drunkard, Chu Zhichen was carried by Xiang Mingzhang to the bathroom. Restless tossing and turning added another hour and three-quarters.

The sheets were visibly disheveled, rustling upon getting out of bed, and even the carpet beside the bed had a telltale stain.

Xiang Mingzhang carried Chu Zhichen into another room, one that had never been occupied before. The bed was cold, so Chu Zhichen sleepily snuggled into his embrace.

They slept until the following afternoon, with Xiang Mingzhang waking up first. With a slight movement, Chu Zhichen also stirred in his arms.

Their eyes met, and it took them a moment to regain their senses. Xiang Mingzhang said, "Shall I pour you a glass of water?"

Chu Zhichen replied, "I'm not thirsty."

It was the first time last night that they hadn't used any aids, and Xiang Mingzhang had nearly lost control. Uncertain if he had cleaned up properly, he cautiously asked, "Do you feel any discomfort in your stomach?"

Chu Zhichen's abdomen felt sour and warm, but it was bearable. After an entire night spent expending energy, he had no desire to lazily rise from bed. He gazed at Xiang Mingzhang, his eyes clear like a pool of water.

Xiang Mingzhang felt his face flush and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Chu Zhichen replied, "Can't I look at you on Valentine's Day?"

Xiang Mingzhang chuckled, "Do you think Valentine's Day is meaningless? The shop downstairs spent over a hundred thousand to decorate for this day. What are you searching for?"