Even until Death, the Scum Gong thought I was a White Lotus

17

Ch17 - The smell of gardenia flowers

In the end, Bo Qin did not touch Xie Mu.

His hand momentarily stiffened before he retracted it. His large, slender hand slowly helped the youth underneath him button back up the buttons itself had undone. 

The fair skin was covered up, and the youth propped up his body to sit up, slightly out of sorts, “Not doing it?”

The smile on the man’s face was warm and doting, “You only just underwent treatment; I don’t want to toss you around.”

The uncertainty in Xie Mu’s eyes did not decrease. In his recollection, although Bo Qin doted on him, in regards to bed matters, he had always been unreasonable and dominant.

Naturally, Bo Qin did not miss the youth’s hesitation. Without changing his facial expression, he gently touched his hands to his lover’s temples, tenderly massaging them. 

The uneasiness in Xie Mu’s facial expression gradually lessened, and the lustful passion from before slowly died down. His eyelids drooped lower, the drowsiness he had suppressed earlier returning.

“Xiao Mu, sleepy?”

The man quietly asked as he supported the youth up to lie in his embrace.

Bo Qin was a smoker. During the day, he was fervidly devoted to his work; however, once it was night time, he would not mistreat himself in the slightest. He would smoke, drink, and have fun, there being nothing he was not interested in delighting in.

Of course, the cigarettes he smoked were not among those on the market. While still harmful to the body, they were minimally so.

The cigarette smoke smelled faint and similar to fresh mint. Xie Mu lay in the man’s arms, breathing in that familiar scent and lips curling in satisfaction.

Although he was incredibly tired, he still stretched out a hand to strenuously grasp the corner of his lover’s clothing, a show of his mental unease.

“Bo Qin.” The youth’s voice had always been crisp and pleasant to hear; however, at that moment, his voice was low from barely suppressed anxiety. He sounded as if he were seconds away from tearing up. 

Xie Mu spoke up in a small voice, “I’m afraid to sleep.”

The man’s well-maintained facade of gentleness faltered momentarily, as did the hand tenderly kneading his lover’s temple.

Soon his expression returned to normal, his tone of voice as warm as usual, “What’s wrong?”

“Whenever I shut my eyes, I see Tan Tao…” Xie Mu vehemently held onto the corner of Bo Qin’s clothing, a sort of terror in his pretty, round eyes: “I’m scared, scared that I will dream of him.” 

“Him pressing me on the ground, him ripping my clothing. Me wanting to run away, but for some reason unable to, and my body strengthless…”

“Later, later, I don’t even remember what happened in the end…”

His voice was confused and scared, eyes full of an unknown fear.

The man’s pupils, which had remained doting, gradually cooled, his handsome face covered with a layer of ash. His alluring voice maintained its faint quality, as if he were simply an ordinary lover. 

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