The Substitute Bride - Yizhan

Chapter Twenty-Six 💐

For a little while, Yibo remained on his chest, catching his breath. Zhan couldn't help and his hand moved on its own as he tenderly caressed his husband's head, gathering Yibo to his chest, loving him so much.

Zhan felt shame and embarrassment. And he couldn't stop the tears from falling, which he quickly wiped away before Yibo could see them.

Yibo pushed himself up. He rested on his elbows on the bed, observing him closely. Yibo's eyes searched his face.

"Now, tell me..." Yibo's eyes were sparkling from the reflection of the light from the bedside lamp. Yibo raised a finger and gently touched Zhan's swollen lips. "Is it wrong for me to say that I don't need to force someone if I want to make love to him?" Gentle sarcasm laced Yibo's voice.

Zhan blinked his eyes closed again, feeling embarrassed and trying to hold back the tears that were starting to well up. He gave in to Yibo because he loved him. But for Yibo, it was his body that was the only reason why the intensity of his desire remained the same.

Sex. It was pure sex.

The significance of the word "lovemaking" was fading away.

Zhan opened his eyes and tried to meet Yibo's. "Yes. You are an expert, Yibo. I couldn't find fault if you want postcoital evaluation. But isn't it something any man could do to me?"

"What do you mean?" Yibo's expression gradually hardened. This was followed by the movement of the muscles in his neck and jaw.

"We didn't make love, Yibo. Don't mistake what you did for that word. Lovemaking is something two people do the deed with emotions involved. What we just had was simple screwing. Any other man could do that to me and still my body will respond."

Suddenly, a fire of anger sparked in Yibo's eyes, like a raging forest ablaze. He felt Yibo's hand on his neck and braced himself for whatever was about to happen. Maybe he had gone too far and he regretted provoking his husband.

"Damn you, Zhan! Now I understand why some men murdered their lovers," Yibo said furiously.

Yibo's hand tightened around his neck, almost choking him. But Yibo quickly released his grip on his neck. He stood up forcefully from on top of him. Then Yibo gazed at him with contempt in his eyes.

"You hypocrite! Go ahead, erase from your mind the moment you gave yourself to me -in wild abandonment. I won't bother you again. I will use the other room from now on!"

No words came out of Zhan's mouth. His gaze followed as his husband made his way to the bathroom. His body glistened with sweat, showing only male perfection and well-coordinated muscles.

The body that just moments ago, he had felt warmly and kissed, staking his own claim, just like what his husband had done to him.

With a heavy heart, he collapsed onto the pillows and silently cried.

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By the time Zhan finally got up, it was noon. His husband was gone, but he spotted a note sitting on the dresser.

I left around five. There's no need to come to the office anymore. The moment you wake up, I will be on my way to Guangdong. I'll be driving the Land Cruiser. A company barge will meet me in Tongzhou. I will try to be back tonight.