Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

118. Are You Threatening Me?

Shen Ruozhen had no recollection of how they had spent the night, but his body remembered. Every time he was making love with Xiang Mingzhang, he knew exactly what he looked like.

In the mirror, every detail of his unrestrained posture, his sinking expression, his hair, clothes, lips, and teeth, were projected with utmost clarity.

Shen Ruozhen found himself unable to let go. It was as if he was experiencing the unfamiliarity for the first time, while Xiang Mingzhang effortlessly succumbed to temptation.

He instinctively attempted to lower his head, but Xiang Mingzhang would pinch the back of his neck and tilt his chin, almost compelling him to look up and "appreciate." Meanwhile, Xiang Mingzhang would whisper endearing words into his ear.

In an instant, Shen Ruozhen would be overcome by a trance-like state, as a surge of intense pleasure washed over him. He couldn't discern whether it was purely a physical sensation or if it stemmed from the simultaneous stimulation of his psyche and senses.

The scar left by the gunshot seemed to be embroidered on his chest, continually constricting and tugging at the core of his heart. Shen Ruozhen felt a profound ache and numbness spreading throughout his body, despite Xiang Mingzhang's attempts at comforting him.

It was absurd, it was outrageous.

Shen Ruozhen silently recited these words countless times, while desperately clinging onto Xiang Mingzhang. He believed he was merely enduring it, when in reality, he was completely ensnared.

Sweat and tears blended together, dampening Shen Ruozhen's hands.

Trembling, he tried to shield his shame-ridden face reflected in the mirror, but he couldn't reach it. Just as he was about to collapse, Xiang Mingzhang grabbed the back of his hand from behind, lightly pressing it against the mirror.

Their cold palms unified, besmirching the detested glass at the head of the bed.

In the latter half of the night, the morning fog was thick, sneaking into the room through the window like a ghostly thief. It crept across the floor, silent and stealthy, its tendrils reaching up to caress the bedsheets, attempting to infiltrate their dreams.

Shen Ruozhen found solace in a deep slumber, resting his head on Xiang Mingzhang's shoulder, until the fog dissipated, revealing the sky.

Whenever Xiang Mingzhang woke up, he would always be gentle after his previous aggression, asking, "Are you ready to get up?"

Today was Monday, and Shen Ruozhen's voice was hoarse as he replied, "Yes."

Xiang Mingzhang nuzzled his forehead with his chin, questioning further, "Will you take a bath?"

Shen Ruozhen cherished his words, responding concisely, "Yes."

Xiang Mingzhang continued, "Do you want to go by yourself, or should I carry you when you feel tired?"

Shen Ruozhen felt as if he were falling into fragments, but he refused to show weakness as he forcefully turned over. Just as he was about to rise, Xiang Mingzhang embraced him from behind, effortlessly lifting him up.

Suits were prepared in the villa, tailored specifically to Shen Ruozhen's size and preferences.

After showering, Shen Ruozhen eschewed the brand new white shirt and instead chose a black one from Xiang Mingzhang's closet. It draped slightly loosely on him.

Xiang Mingzhang remarked, "This is the first time I've seen you wear a black shirt."

Shen Ruozhen's chest bore mottled marks, leading him to explain, "The marks are vividly red, and I worry that the white shirt won't conceal them."