Chapter 153: Temptation
Su Mubai stiffened all over, his breath caught as his lips were captured, his senses entirely consumed by Lin Xiao’s familiar scent.
He had kept his mouth firmly sealed at first, but under Lin Xiao’s persistent, desperate pressure, his defenses crumbled without him even realizing how.
Su Mubai found himself passively enduring the kiss, his breathing completely derailed as a faint, muffled whimper slipped past his throat. His hands, which had initially pressed against Lin Xiao’s chest to push him away, had curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt at some point.
The two stumbled backward in an uncoordinated, dizzying rhythm until Su Mubai’s calves hit the edge of the mattress. Losing his balance, he fell backward onto the wide, soft bed with a muffled thud.
Lin Xiao immediately hovered over him, planting his elbows on either side of Su Mubai’s shoulders and trapping him securely beneath his frame.
Their lips parted for a brief, breathless second.
Lin Xiao was panting heavily, his eyes blazing with unrestrained heat and raw desire. He stared down at Su Mubai, whose lips were swollen from the kiss, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
“Little Bai…” Lin Xiao’s voice was impossibly hoarse, laced with a desperate plea. “I want to kiss you more…”
Before the sentence even finished, he dipped his head again, this time pressing his lips against the sensitive hollow of Su Mubai’s throat, gently sucking the warm skin.
“Ngh…” A sudden shiver ran through Su Mubai, drawing a sharp, breathless gasp from his lips.
To Lin Xiao’s ears, that soft sound acted like the most potent spark, threatening to burn away the last of his restraint.
Su Mubai could clearly feel the unmistakable shift in Lin Xiao’s body, and the remaining sliver of his rational mind forced him back to reality.
“Lin Xiao!” His voice was breathless, but sharpened with sudden sternness.
Lin Xiao froze. Lifting his head, he met Su Mubai’s eyes—flushed and glassy, yet holding a glimmer of restored clarity, shadowed by a mix of deep embarrassment and a flash of panic.
Lin Xiao’s chest tightened, and the fog of desire clouding his mind cleared almost instantly.
Only then did he realize how reckless, aggressive, and overbearing he had just been.
“Little Bai, I… I didn’t mean to force you. I just… I lost control for a second…” he stammered in a fluster, hurriedly pulling back to give him space.
Taking advantage of the opening, Su Mubai shoved him away, scrambled upright, and yanked the quilt tightly around his body. Only his face remained visible, flushed a brilliant crimson, his dark eyes brimming with unshed tears of fluster.
He pointed a trembling finger toward the doorway, doing his best to steady his voice despite the unmistakable shake in his words: “You… get out!”
“Little Bai, please don’t be mad, I—”
“Get out!” Su Mubai grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “Or I swear I won’t speak to you ever again!”
The pillow landed against Lin Xiao’s chest with a soft thud, carrying no real weight, but the threat behind the words made Lin Xiao wither on the spot.
Shoulders slumped, he shuffled dejectedly toward the door, glancing back over his shoulder with lingering reluctance. “Little Bai, don’t stay mad at me… I really messed up. Remember to eat the shaved ice on the table before it melts… I’ll, uh, I’ll head out now…”
Su Mubai refused to look at him. Only when the bedroom door clicked softly shut did the tension leave his body, and he collapsed back onto the mattress like a deflated balloon.
He pressed a hand over his chest, feeling his heart pounding wildly against his ribs, his face radiating scorching heat.
Slowly, his fingers traced his slightly swollen lips.
On the surface, he had feigned outrage and kicked Lin Xiao out of the room.
Yet deep down, only he knew the truth: when Lin Xiao had kissed him, beyond the initial shock, there had been no real resistance in his heart at all. In fact, wrapped in that fierce, warm embrace, he had felt an unprecedented flutter of emotion—and a genuine longing.
Still, it was moving far too fast. They had only just cleared the air between them a couple of days ago.
He was terrified that rushing into things would make their hard-won connection feel shallow and cheap. He feared Lin Xiao was simply acting on a passing impulse, and he was even more terrified that if he surrendered entirely, he would lose all his carefully guarded defenses and common sense.
Outside in the hallway, Lin Xiao lingered before the shut door like a discarded puppy, scratching his messy hair in profound misery.
“I was way too impatient!” he cursed himself in a harsh whisper. “How could I jump him like that? What if I scared him off for good?”
Yet the memory of that soft, sweet warmth flashed across his mind…
If given the choice again, he knew he still wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.
Up on the third floor, inside the master suite.
Chu Yang was happily cradling his glass bowl of shaved ice, taking slow, appreciative spoonfuls.
With every bite, the icy sweetness of the fruit and chilled syrup sent a burst of pure refreshment straight through him.
“Ah—that hits the spot!” Chu Yang sighed in sheer contentment, spooning up bite after bite with a radiant grin.
He glanced over at Jiang Jue, who was sitting relaxed on the sofa, leafing through a book. “Brother Jiang, are you really not having any? It’s amazing! Sweet, icy, and totally beats the heat.”
Jiang Jue shifted his gaze from the printed page. His eyes lingered on the tiny smear of fruit jam at the corner of Chu Yang’s mouth, his expression softening subtly. “You enjoy it. I’m full from dinner, so I don’t really have an appetite for sweets.”
“Oh,” Chu Yang murmured, ducking his head to keep eating. Before long, his spoon scraped the bottom of the glass bowl.
He licked the spoon clean with lingering longing, his eyes drifting instinctively toward the untouched bowl sitting on the coffee table in front of Jiang Jue.
Naturally catching that eager, puppy-like stare, a faint smile reached Jiang Jue’s eyes. “Still want more?”
Chu Yang’s eyes lit up before a wave of sheepishness hit him. “Brother Jiang, are you really not going to eat it? It… it would be a shame to let it melt.”
“If you want it, go ahead,” Jiang Jue said, closing his book with an easy, indulgent tone.
Chu Yang grinned happily to himself: Brother Jiang definitely saw how much I liked it and saved his portion just for me!
He picked up Jiang Jue’s bowl, but instead of digging straight in, he carefully scooped up a generous bite of the fruit and jam from the top. Holding the spoon directly in front of Jiang Jue’s lips, he looked at him with bright, eager eyes. “Brother Jiang, try at least one bite first! It’s seriously good. Take two bites, and I’ll finish the rest.”
Jiang Jue looked at the spoon hovering inches from his face, then met Chu Yang’s expectant gaze.
Those lively eyes, always sparkling with vibrant energy, were reflecting only Jiang Jue’s face at this very moment.
A quiet warmth stirred in Jiang Jue’s chest. Without refusing, he parted his lips slightly and took the offered bite from the spoon.
The chilled, sweet flavor dissolved across the tip of his tongue. It was, indeed, remarkably sweet.
“See? Isn’t it great? Cold and refreshing, right?” Seeing him eat it, Chu Yang beamed even brighter than when he had eaten his own bowl. Without a second thought, he pulled the spoon back and popped it straight into his own mouth, humming a muffled, theatrical sound of pure satisfaction.
Jiang Jue watched him use the very same spoon without the slightest hesitation. Seeing those lips—glossy with melting ice crystals and a faint trace of fruit jam—open and close before him, his Adam’s apple bobbed in silence, his dark eyes deepening by several shades.
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