Chapter 28: The Rival Always Wants to Taste Him Again [28]

Chapter 28: The Nemesis Can't Stop Wanting to Taste Him Again "28"

Ye Qi's lips were pressed into a thin line, and his entire body went rigid again.

"You rest. I'll go make you something to eat."

Ye Qi took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his voice still trembled slightly as he spoke.

He just tossed out that one line, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

Shi Mo lay on the bed watching Ye Qi leave. His retreating back had a bit of a fleeing look to it, and he let out a soft chuckle.

To be fair, Ye Qi hadn't been practicing for nothing lately—his technique was already way better than the first time.

But no way was he gonna admit that.

I mean, who can say no to something better?

You only chase something better if you're not satisfied with what you've got.

And the same goes for technique.

There was still a long way to go, and Ye Qi needed to keep practicing.

A faint smile flickered in Shi Mo's eyes as he turned over and got out of bed. He went straight to Ye Qi's closet, hesitated for a second, then grabbed one of his shirts and slipped it on.

Ye Qi was in the kitchen right then. He glanced at the soup he'd been simmering before Shi Mo woke up, planning to use it to cook some noodles.

But right now, he just couldn't get his head in the game.

What those netizens said was one thing, and him doubting himself was another.

But hearing his wife say to his face that his skills sucked? That was a whole other story!

And it was because his skills were lacking that Shi Mo didn't want to marry him!

The more Ye Qi thought about it, the madder he got—and underneath the anger, there was a little hurt.

He'd never done anything like this before, and he barely even had those kinds of urges.

Even after realizing he'd fallen for Shi Mo, he'd held himself back over and over.

The most he'd ever done was look at secretly snapped photos of Shi Mo and use a shirt he'd swiped from him with a little trick to get himself off.

That time he got drugged was what finally broke down the last wall in his heart.

Once something's broken, there's no going back.

Just like now—he'd completely fallen into Shi Mo's honey trap.

He didn't wanna climb out—he just wanted to go deeper and claim him completely...

But he'd been practicing so hard lately, so why was he still getting dissed?

Was it because every time he did it, Shi Mo was already asleep?

If that was the case, shouldn't he try doing it while Shi Mo was awake?

Ye Qi went quiet, thinking it over. Since Shi Mo didn't want him to take responsibility, could he ask Shi Mo to take responsibility instead?

They'd already slept together twice, and this time Shi Mo was the one who started it.

So it was totally fair for him to ask Shi Mo to take responsibility, right?

Even if marriage was out of the question, they could at least start as boyfriends.

But Shi Mo probably wouldn't go for that either...

If worst came to worst, he could be his lover!

And if Shi Mo still said no, then he could be a bedmate!

Ye Qi thought it over seriously and figured it could work. His eyes turned determined.

Yeah, that's the plan!

Start as a bedmate, level up his skills, then become a lover, then a boyfriend—and marriage would just be a matter of time!

"Is this the soup you made? Smells amazing."

Shi Mo's voice suddenly came from behind him, snapping Ye Qi out of his daze. His hand even twitched, and he almost dropped the ladle.

Ye Qi turned around on instinct and saw Shi Mo wearing just a shirt that barely covered the tops of his thighs.

And that shirt happened to be his.

The shirt hung loose on Shi Mo, and the top two buttons were undone.

He could see the collarbones he'd kissed over and over, and the chest below.

Shi Mo had bitten and nibbled all over him yesterday.

But he'd also left plenty of his own marks on Shi Mo's body.

Like marks claiming what was his.

Just seeing those marks now, Ye Qi could remember exactly what it felt like to touch them.

Shi Mo had just smelled the aroma and wanted to see what Ye Qi was cooking up.

Seeing Ye Qi like that, he went quiet for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

Shi Mo crossed his arms, looked at the dazed man in front of him, and raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing:

"Young Master Ye's got a lot of fire in him today. Maybe you should take care of that first?"

Ye Qi's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Only then did he realize something was off. He raised a hand to touch his nose, and his fingertip came away red.

Ye Qi: "!!!"

Ye Qi whipped around, handled it quickly, and only dared to look back at Shi Mo once the bleeding stopped.

"Cough, cough... It's been dry lately. I'm just running a little hot."

Ye Qi still tried to explain it away calmly, though the excuse was totally useless and sounded super weak.

But Shi Mo didn't plan to push it, because more than why Ye Qi was bleeding, he was curious about that soup and whether he could have some right now.

"Can I have a taste now?"

Shi Mo walked over to Ye Qi, glanced at the soup, then turned his head to look at him, but his hand was already itching to ladle himself a bowl.

"Sure, just hang on a sec, I'll throw some noodles in for you too."

Ye Qi's voice was practically buzzing with excitement he could barely hold back.

Seeing Shi Mo standing there in his clothes, waiting obediently beside him, Ye Qi sped up his movements.

This was a scene he'd played out in his head countless times.

Ye Qi made two bowls of noodles, loading Shi Mo's bowl up with extra meat.

After they ate, Ye Qi watched Shi Mo lounge on the sofa, looking totally content, then cleaned up the dishes and sat down next to him:

"Shi Mo, let's pick up where we left off."

"You don't want to marry me, but you remember that yesterday you were the one who made the first move, so... you've gotta take responsibility for me!"

Shi Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Ye Qi with mild surprise: "Ye Qi, are you for real?"

Seeing Ye Qi nod seriously, Shi Mo got a bit interested and asked, curious:

"So tell me, how do you want me to make it up to you? Money or a business deal?"

He knew damn well Shi Mo didn't want to marry him, yet here he was asking for responsibility.

He was curious what else Ye Qi could possibly want from him.

Under that curious gaze, Ye Qi spoke with complete seriousness:

"I think we're actually pretty compatible in bed, and we both need someone to take care of our needs on the regular... so, let me be your fuck buddy."

Shi Mo: "..."

Shi Mo: "Why not just say be my lover?"

Ye Qi: "Fine, lover it is! And this time, you said it yourself!"

Shi Mo: "?"

Where's that obedient little pup who used to come up with all kinds of excuses just to give him gifts?

Since when did he get so good at pushing his luck?

"Young Master Ye, do you even realize what you're saying?"

Shi Mo let out a laugh, his eyes dark and unreadable. As he spoke, he lifted his foot to kick Ye Qi in the gut, but Ye Qi caught his ankle.

Ye Qi's face was serious, his voice steady: "Of course I know."

"Shi Mo, I'm being serious."

"Actually, the Ye family has always had a rule—no matter the gender, no one's allowed to be promiscuous, and sex is only permitted after marriage."

Ye Qi started spouting complete nonsense with a straight face:

"I know both times were accidents, and if you don't want to give me a label, that's fine... lover or fuck buddy, I'm good with either."

"Of course, if you ever meet someone you like, just tell me, and I'll step aside, no questions asked."

Yeah, if the person Shi Mo liked wasn't him, he'd let go of his hand, and then grab his foot...

Ye Qi thought to himself, eyes dropping to the ankle in his grip, a faint, almost unhinged glint flickering in them as he couldn't help but rub his thumb over it.

Such a pretty ankle—it'd be a shame not to put something on it...