CH 31

Their lips gently rubbed against each other. Feng Si’s lips were thin and dry, tinged with the smell of tobacco, mixed with a hint of strawberry gum. Even with his eyes closed, Lu Jingshen could clearly perceive who he was kissing.

It was just a simple rubbing of their lips, but the heat in his body continued to rise, and his heartbeat pounded in his chest, almost reaching a trembling level.

He paused and pressed his forehead against Feng Si’s, struggling to catch his breath, too afraid to look at him.

That was too abnormal, Lu Jingshen thought. That night, in that small, enclosed aircraft cockpit, he was seated on Feng Si’s lap in the most embarrassing posture. Their bodies were close, and their breaths entwined, as if some illusion had indeed formed. His heart was beating faster and faster, and he couldn’t control it.

“Aren’t you going to continue?” Feng Si’s voice slipped into his ears as he raised his hand to caress Lu Jingshen’s earlobe, like a caress, gently playing with it. His agile fingers brushed against the stray hairs behind his ear, slid down his neck, and not too lightly, not too heavily, teased the red mark on his collarbone.

If he were to unbutton his shirt, he would see more of those marks, extending down his chest, hidden beneath his clothing, overlapping deeply and shallowly.

Feng Si narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously exerting more force with his hand.

Lu Jingshen’s heavy breathing grew more pronounced, and every touch from Feng Si felt like setting him on fire. He instinctively pressed forward, their bodies colliding, clearly feeling the strength of Feng Si’s muscular legs supporting him. His throat felt dry, and he unconsciously made swallowing motions.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Feng Si’s voice was low and hoarse but unusually firm. He slightly pulled away, forcing Lu Jingshen to open his eyes and meet his gaze.

Breathing heavily, with a rapid pace, Lu Jingshen’s eyes were red at the corners, looking into Feng Si’s deep eyes, hesitating in his words.

Feng Si looked at him for a moment, and his fingers traced Lu Jingshen’s lips, outlining their shape, back and forth. Lu Jingshen couldn’t take it for long and accidentally brushed Feng Si’s fingertip with his tongue. Feng Si’s eyes darkened, and he put his finger into Lu Jingshen’s mouth, gently holding his soft tongue and skillfully toying with it.

It was a more explicit and suggestive action than a kiss, and Feng Si stared into his deep eyes with an undisguised desire. Lu Jingshen’s body exuded a thin layer of sweat, and just being looked at that way made him weak, not to mention the finger in his mouth that kept stirring, teasing his sensitive nerves, making him unconsciously release excessively sweet moans.

Feng Si pulled back his hand and covered Lu Jingshen’s lips with his own, engaging in a passionate and lingering hot kiss.

His tongue entwined with Lu Jingshen’s, licking and teasing, before he took it into his mouth to suckle freely, making lewd squelching sounds that echoed in their ears.

Lu Jingshen soon couldn’t bear the heat and took off his jacket. He wanted to unbutton his shirt, but Feng Si held his hand and kissed him, reminding him, “Don’t take it off. What if someone comes over and sees?”

Lu Jingshen’s body tensed, not daring to make any more moves. “Let’s go home then.”

“No,” Feng Si insisted, not planning to let him off that easily. He picked up Lu Jingshen’s jacket and covered their lower bodies, skillfully unfastened his belt, and slowly pulled down the zipper.

Lu Jingshen tried to resist, but his glare had no strength. Feng Si held his hand and passed something to him, his muffled voice sounding in his ear, “Help me put this on.”

It was as if he had prepared for it in advance.

Lu Jingshen took deep breaths, and Feng Si watched him, patiently waiting for his compliance.

In the end, trembling hands reached over.

The space in the two-seater aircraft was too narrow, and Lu Jingshen struggled to sit on Feng Si’s lap, twisting his body into a contorted arc. His weak waist collapsed, but Feng Si forcefully held it up, their eyes filled with desire, and the sweat on his forehead slid down as his throat gasped heavily, looking incredibly sensual.

Lu Jingshen could feel his whole body igniting like fire just from watching him, and his heart rate stalled once again.

Embraced even tighter, he could barely withstand it. Lu Jingshen closed his eyes, and his hands, separated by Feng Si’s shirt, repeatedly touched and caressed him. It seemed that only by doing this could he slightly ease the perpetual unsatisfied desire inside him.

Feng Si’s hands roamed and massaged his ass. Lu Jingshen was too excited that day, so he controlled the pace. Sensing that Lu Jingshen was nearing his limit, he stopped and comforted him with a kiss.

“Hold on a bit,” the voice, tinged with a smile, came close to Lu Jingshen’s ear, “It’s someone else’s plane; don’t make a mess.”

Lu Jingshen clenched his lips tightly, his body trembling, and his fingertips, slightly pale from tension or excitement, pressed against Feng Si. His entire weight leaned on him, and he could only be held by Feng Si, barely managing to breathe amidst the impending drowning sensation.

As he walked down the plane with weak legs, Lu Jingshen still felt as if he couldn’t touch the ground.

Glancing at his wristwatch, it was already past nine in the evening.

The night breeze blew, and he shivered unconsciously. He couldn’t put on the coat again as it was covered in the mess they had made,trying not to dirty someone else’s plane.

Feng Si, who came down a step later, saw his dazed look and couldn’t help but ask with a suppressed laugh, “What are you thinking?”

Lu Jingshen snapped back to reality, facing the person he had just been so intimately close with, and he was a bit hesitant to look at him. He mumbled, “…nothing.”

Feng Si noticed his embarrassed expression, curved his lips, and took off his own coat, tossing it over to him. “Wear mine if you’re cold.”

Tossing the coat to Lu Jingshen, he casually hooked his arm around Lu Jingshen’s waist with one hand. “Let’s go home.”

Holding the slightly uncomfortable Lu Jingshen, they walked outside the airport. Feng Si turned his head towards Lu Jingshen’s ear and asked, “Did you have fun tonight?”

Lu Jingshen mumbled, “Mm.”

Feng Si chuckled, “It’s a shame that it was someone else’ plane, it wasn’t very convenient, and your plane has too many people, not convenient either.”

Lu Jingshen’s gaze flickered, seemingly seriously considering what Feng Si said.

Instead of driving straight back to the vineyard after leaving the airport, Feng Si made a turn and headed towards a nearby mountain.

Lu Jingshen was tired and leaned against the seat, not wanting to move. When the car stopped at the mountain top, he realized they weren’t taking the way back. He turned with confusion in his eyes, and Feng Si explained, “The weather is nice today; let’s enjoy the night view for a while before heading back.”

He opened the car roof.

Lu Jingshen looked up; the night was vast, with stars shimmering, and all was quiet.

Gradually, his fluctuating emotions calmed down, and the person beside him lit a cigarette, smoking with little thought. Lu Jingshen’s gaze fell on him, motionless.

“Not watching the night view, just staring at me?” Feng Si turned his head towards him, not waiting for Lu Jingshen’s response, he put out the cigarette and leaned over to kiss him, as he had done many times before.

Unlike the confusion and indulgence on the plane, that kiss was devoid of desire, exceptionally gentle and affectionate.

Like the intimate comfort between lovers.

After the kiss, Feng Si swept his lips over Lu Jingshen’s and gazed into his dark eyes. “Alex, what will you do after the two weeks are over?”

Lu Jingshen was slightly taken aback.

He hadn’t thought about it.

“What am I to you?” Feng Si asked in a deep voice.

Lu Jingshen felt his heartbeat quickening again, and his heart clenched. He felt uncomfortable, and his hands tightly gripped Feng Si’s collar, kissing him again.

Lips and tongues collided, and Feng Si looked at him with a calm and unchanged gaze.

After a while, Lu Jingshen withdrew somewhat defeated, lowered his head to catch his breath, and said in a strained voice, “You can interpret it however you want. There’s no one else here, so whatever you want is fine.”

Feng Si reached out, his fingers caressing Lu Jingshen’s chin. “No one else here, so whatever I want?”

Lu Jingshen closed his eyes. That was the biggest compromise he could make. If Feng Si still wasn’t satisfied…

“Okay,” Feng Si said, his tone somewhat indistinct with emotions, “just do as you said.”

Lu Jingshen’s tense expression relaxed abruptly, and he leaned his forehead against Feng Si’s shoulder, unable to say anything else.

Feng Si’s hand caressed his back, smiling. “Are you playing hard to get with me?”

Lu Jingshen didn’t move, muttering, “No, and don’t say such nauseating things.”

Feng Si finished laughing and let go of him, pushing the car door open. “You stay here.”

He went to the boot of the car and took something out—a cake box. Lu Jingshen frowned upon seeing it and looked unwilling.

Sitting back in the car, Feng Si insisted on taking out the cake and lighting the candle.

“Make a wish.”

Lu Jingshen: “…”

Although unwilling, he had just said “whatever you want,” and it wouldn’t be good to go back on his word. Reluctantly, he stared at the candle for a few seconds and said, ” okay.”

Feng Si asked, “What did you wish for?”

Lu Jingshen replied, “Isn’t it bad luck to say birthday wishes aloud?”

His wish was actually quite simple: he hoped for fewer troublesome things in the future. Although he wasn’t sure if it would come true, at least, facing this troublesome man whom he didn’t want to push away, he felt calm, and that was enough.

Since Lu Jingshen refused to say, Feng Si didn’t insist and said, “Blow the candle.”

Meeting his eyes filled with a smile, Lu Jingshen suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

Before he turned twenty, he had always celebrated his birthday with Lu Jingqing, with their family celebrating together. Later, when he went abroad to study and returned to work at the company, he hadn’t celebrated his birthday properly for over a decade. But today, on his twenty-ninth birthday, this man before him, who was usually carefree and never serious, not only gave him a special birthday gift but also prepared a birthday cake and candles for him. It made him speechless.

Blowing out the candle, Feng Si said again, “Happy birthday.”

Lu Jingshen nodded slightly, and the words “thank you” almost came out but he knew Feng Si didn’t like to hear them, so he kept quiet.

Feng Si cut a small piece of cake for him, and Lu Jingshen quietly ate it. It was the first time he felt that excessively sweet food wasn’t bad.

Feng Si watched him chew slowly and wanted to say something, but just then, the roaring sound of a car motor came from behind.

The bright headlights swept towards them, and Feng Si squinted his eyes and turned to look. Two unmarked black sedans appeared in their view—one stopped behind them, and the other circled around to the front.

Four or five tall, foreign men got out of the cars and approached them.

Lu Jingshen’s face changed slightly. As they approached, Feng Si leaned over to him and asked calmly, “What’s wrong?”

The man leaning against the car bent down and glanced at Lu Jingshen, gesturing to them. “Get out of the car.”

In his hand was a gun.

Feng Si made as if to pull the car door, but in the next second, his hand flashed, and he swiftly reached out of the car window, grabbing the man’s gun hand and twisting it forcefully. Amid the man’s screams, he swiftly and decisively took the gun away.

The other men saw that the situation was not in their favor and moved to action. They forcefully kicked and pulled the car door, and there was a loud bang as someone fired a shot into the car.

Lu Jingshen felt his eardrums intensely shake, and a spider web-like crack appeared on the windshield in front of him.

Without waiting for his response, Feng Si stepped on the gas pedal, forcefully knocking away the people surrounding the car. He quickly turned the car around and sped away down the mountain road.