Chapter 162 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 60
Shuang Yu blinked his watery, glazed eyes and looked fuzzily at the clock hanging in the room. His vision was too blurry; the clock appeared as several overlapping phantoms, making it impossible to read.
“Ah… so I’m drunk.”
He nodded with great seriousness.
“Hiccup~ Right, a reward. I promised myself a reward today…”
He staggered to his feet and walked toward the room. With a stumble, his legs gave out and he fell beside the bed. Mumbling to himself, his hands were busy, fumbling for a hidden compartment under the bed. A moment later, a small, plain wooden box was pulled out.
“This is… my treasure. My last stash. Good thing that Yandere Little Biscuit didn’t confiscate it, or I’d be in real trouble!”
Shuang Yu muttered, taking the object out of the box and stroking it like a precious gem.
It was… truly a sight to behold. Xiao Ai rolled its eyes and voluntarily led the Vicious Ghost back into the Little Black Room.
***
At the airport, Jingmo, who had rushed back immediately after finishing his business, finally arrived in Tianning just before midnight. Jingmo wished he could teleport directly to Shuang Yu’s side. But no matter how anxious he was, something as fantastical as teleportation was beyond his abilities. He could only suppress his eagerness and drive toward the manor.
He finally reached the manor close to one in the morning. After hastily parking the car, Jingmo dashed into the house like a whirlwind. Though he was in a hurry, he didn’t go to Shuang Yu’s room right away. He wouldn’t allow himself to appear before Yu looking disheveled and travel-worn.
Jingmo first returned to his room for a quick shower, shaved off the stubble on his face with a razor, and only after confirming his reflection in the mirror was near-perfect did he hum a little tune and head to Shuang Yu’s room.
“Yu, I’m back…”
Smiling, he murmured to himself as he pushed open the door, only to be stunned into silence by the scene inside.
Under the warm yellow light, Shuang Yu, dressed in a black silk robe, was kneeling on the bed. Due to his series of movements, the robe’s belt had long since been pulled aside. The garment hung loosely on his body. The stark black against his snow-white skin created a vivid contrast, more heart-stirring than complete nudity.
Jingmo’s eyes widened as he watched Shuang Yu’s actions, feeling a fire of rage ignite within him in an instant. Interrupted in the middle of his excitement, Shuang Yu groggily opened his eyes. Their gazes met in mid-air.
“Yu, how could you do this to me…”
The wronged Yandere Little Biscuit’s eyes reddened, and large tears unexpectedly streamed down his face.
Is this… a case of what you think about by day, you dream about by night? The drunk Shuang Yu couldn’t quite distinguish between dream and reality. He only knew that the sight of his tears made his heart ache.
“Really… even in my dreams, you’re a Little Crybaby.”
He whispered, a bewitching smile gracing his lips as he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the other’s eyes.
“Yu?”
Jingmo’s heart trembled, and he stared wide-eyed at him. The rich aroma of alcohol wafted to his nose, and he belatedly realized that Shuang Yu was drunk!
“What, are you jealous?”
Shuang Yu’s lips curled slightly, his tone brimming with teasing.
The latter bit his lower lip and nodded. He was so gentle, so alluring, completely different from the usual Yu. Jingmo subconsciously held his breath, afraid he would startle the drunken Shuang Yu, and that the sober version would ruthlessly kick him out.
“No need to be jealous. I prefer you more, you silly boy.”
Shuang Yu chuckled softly, cupped Jingmo’s face, and a gentle kiss landed upon his lips.
Crazy… Yu kissed him on his own initiative! Jingmo felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down incessantly.
Mmm, today’s dream seems more real, and the touch feels better… Shuang Yu sighed internally, not content with just a kiss. He pushed him down onto the bed and began to act wantonly!
Jingmo felt like he was dreaming, even feeling a sense of having no regrets in death. An proactive Yu… was really… really too wonderful! Overly excited, he couldn’t hold back at all, and tears fell like they were free.
“Oh my god, what a Little Crybaby. Why are you still crying at a time like this…”
Shuang Yu’s hazy, drunken eyes were filled with confusion. He extended his tongue and gently licked away the tear from the corner of his eye.
The night… was still long.
***
At three in the afternoon, Shuang Yu, feeling like his body was falling apart, had the sensation of being strangled. He groggily opened his eyes and looked down to see a pair of large hands gripping his waist.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What happened!?
With a bewildered expression, he kicked backward forcefully without a second thought.
“Oww…”
A pained cry rang out.
“Yu… having a nightmare?”
Jingmo, who had fallen off the bed, rubbed his eyes. His voice was husky from just waking up, deep and sexy.
He… how is he in my bed? It wasn’t a dream?! Shuang Yu stared at him with wide eyes.
“Yu… you’re not thinking of eating your fill and then denying everything, are you?”
The now fully awake Jingmo’s eyes reddened, looking as if he was about to cry for him again.
I… I need some space. And don’t ask me who “space” is! Shuang Yu collapsed weakly onto the bed, closed his eyes, and chose to feign being asleep as if giving up.
Yes. It must be a dream. After a good sleep, everything will return to normal.
A cold glint flashed in Jingmo’s eyes. He would never give him a chance to escape.
“Yu, have you forgotten everything that happened last night? It’s okay, I can repeat everything you did to me.”
Transforming into a big-tailed wolf, he jumped onto the bed, gently lifted Shuang Yu’s chin, and smiled wickedly.
“Yu said I was better than an inanimate object, kissed me on his own initiative, and had his way with me…”
Leaning down, Jingmo pecked his lips, explaining while demonstrating his words with actions.
Shuang Yu wasn’t the type to have blackouts after drinking. As he listened to the explanation, the memories of last night quickly pieced themselves together.
“I remember now, stop talking…”
Frantically covering his face, he now wanted to dig a hole and bury himself. No, he wanted to bury Jingmo even more. He was clearly the one who suffered, yet last night, Jingmo had cried even harder than him… To be done to death while he was sobbing and whimpering… It was just too much!
“Yu, I gave you my first time. You have to be responsible for me from now on!”
Jingmo grinned and snuggled against his chest, acting spoiled.
Shuang Yu lay on the bed like a salted fish, having completely given up the struggle.
“Responsible, responsible, I’ll be responsible, okay?”
He was afraid that if he wasn’t, a certain Little Crybaby would flood Tianning, just like Meng Jiang Nu crying down the Great Wall.
[It was Bai Suzhen who flooded the Golden Mountain, Lord Ghost Messenger!]
Xiao Ai popped up again to mock him.
Shuang Yu was speechless. Go away!
“So, Yu, do you like me? I hope we’re together because we love each other, not just out of responsibility!”
Jingmo cupped his face and asked with a serious expression.
Do I like him? Shuang Yu asked himself. Of course, he liked him. After all, Jingmo’s body was perfectly sculpted to his aesthetic tastes. Without a doubt, he had been lusting after his body for a long time.
Compared to the psychos from the other two worlds, he seemed much more normal? Being with him should be stable, without major ups and downs? Imprisonment and forced love probably wouldn’t happen? Forget it. Why make so many excuses! Just admit it, he was a face-con, damn it!