Disobedience To Control chapter 62
Dare to Play Big
The kiss lasted for two minutes. Yang Xiaobei almost reverently licked Song Siheng’s lower lip, tongue, disturbing his mind and soul.
After a moment, the kiss changed its flavor. Song Siheng reached out and grabbed the collar of Yang Xiaobei’s T-shirt, pulling him down in front of him. The table shook slightly, and half-eaten mousse cake fell to the floor. Their bodies touched, sticky like strawberry jam.
The two almost piled up together, squeezing onto the narrow rattan chair. Yang Xiaobei wedged one thigh onto the seat between Song Siheng’s legs.
Song Siheng remained seated, his hands clasped around the waist of the person in front of him. Under the white T-shirt fabric, one could faintly see that the scar had faded a lot, like a faint brown tattoo.
Yang Xiaobei kissed his neck, the black short hair slightly prickly, rubbing against his neck skin.
“Shall we go inside?” Song Siheng felt the change in his body.
Yang Xiaobei chuckled softly, asking in his ear, “Will you compensate me, including going to bed with me?”
Song Siheng pinched his chin, making him look into his eyes without backing down. “What, did the doctor say impotence was a complication after surgery?”
“Who are you calling impotent?!” Yang Xiaobei immediately straightened up, lifting him horizontally and throwing him onto the big bed in the room.
How many times in one’s life will there be such splendid moments?
The huge glass sliding door revealed the pristine white bedding inside, the bodies close together, the warmth intense.
Outside was the deserted sea, the blue sky of post-rain, the sun slowly emerging, the ambiguous light falling on their bodies, clothes scattered on the floor.
“You smell so good,” Yang Xiaobei said.
“I smell like chlorine,” Song Siheng felt a bit itchy and moved his legs back.
But he was immediately grabbed by the ankle and pulled back.
“You smell really good.”
…
The glass door wasn’t tightly closed, and the sea breeze drifted in through the gap, causing the beige curtains hanging by the bed to sway.
With the wind came the dance of shadows, entangled figures.
“Yes, right there..mmmh……” The voices drowned in the surging waves.
The waves crashed against the white sand beach, stirring up layers of white foam.
From noon until evening, the sunlight turned crimson. On the deserted island, no one cared about the restlessness and the unusual sounds in this corner of space. The voices and actions became uninhibited, without any restraint.
The upturned neck drew a beautiful curve in the air.
Song Siheng felt like Yang Xiaobei wanted to shatter his bones.
The tides came and went, he was dominated by gravity sinking and awakening in the sea of desire, only to sink again.
Eventually, the strength slowly seeped out from between their fingers, and their joints became soft.
When they woke up again, it was already night on the small island. The dinner brought by the butler was placed at the door. But the people inside the room remained quiet.
The deep blue sky enveloped the island. The bright round moon hung over the sea, the full moon of the fifteenth day of the lunar month, without a single missing piece.
Yang Xiaobei leaned against the edge of the bed, and Song Siheng lay quietly beside him. Yang Xiaobei had just wiped him clean and helped him change into new pajamas. But he slept deeply, unable to put on his sleepwear, so he lay bare-chested in bed. The soft quilt covered half of his body, exposing his beautiful back. In the moonlight’s carving, it looked like an extremely beautiful piece of art.
“You’re awake?” When Song Siheng opened his eyes, Yang Xiaobei was looking down at him.
“Yeah.”
The consequences of abstinence for several months were truly dreadful. Song Siheng sat up gingerly from the edge of the bed, feeling the pain and soreness in his thighs and waist.
“It seems the doctor was right.” Song Siheng sighed faintly as he looked at Yang Xiaobei.
“What did the doctor say about me?”
“He said you’ve recovered well, strong as an ox.”
“Nonsense, where do you see a cow as capable as me?”
Song Siheng gave him a disdainful look and quickly stood up.
“Where are you going?” Yang Xiaobei reached out to grab him, but Song Siheng evaded him.
Song Siheng first went to the washroom to wash his face. After drying his face, he walked to the entrance wardrobe and opened a cabinet door, seemingly searching for something.
Soon, he retrieved a paper bag from the suitcase he brought with him.
With a snap, the paper bag was thrown in front of Yang Xiaobei. Song Siheng stood in front of him. “Open it and see.”
“What is it?” Yang Xiaobei laughed shamelessly, “Are you proposing to me?”
Song Siheng didn’t answer but gestured with his eyes for him to open the paper bag.
Yang Xiaobei opened the sealed paper bag, revealing a hard square box inside. With a click, he lifted the lid.
“A watch?!”
In the middle of the box lay a watch with a dark green dial.
Unlike the mechanical watch before, this one looked more like a smartwatch. It had a circular, slim dial and a narrow black strap.
Song Siheng nodded. “Waterproof and shockproof, it can function normally even ten meters underwater. It can instantly record heart rate, blood oxygen, and blood pressure, monitor electrocardiograms regularly, generate monitoring reports every four hours. It can also monitor daily stress levels and assess the status of the wearer’s autonomic nervous system based on heartbeat intervals. Once the body shows abnormality, it will sound an alarm…”
Yang Xiaobei looked up. “An alarm? Who does it alarm?”
Song Siheng raised his right hand. Yang Xiaobei then noticed that he had also put on a wristwatch at some point, which looked very similar to the one he held in his hand.
“It alarms me.”
He gently tapped the watch face, and with a swish, both watches lit up simultaneously.
Yang Xiaobei’s heart tightened, unable to describe the feeling. He put the watch on his wrist.
“Why did you give me this watch?”
Song Siheng’s face showed little expression. “You returned the previous watch to me, didn’t you? Giving you another one, is that strange?”
“So, is this also compensation?” Yang Xiaobei looked up at the man standing in front of him.
Song Siheng finally smiled faintly. “Coincidentally, there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
“What?” Yang Xiaobei rarely heard this tone from him. “Do you need to be so polite?”
“I want to renegotiate our sponsorship agreement.” Song Siheng stood upright, taking on the dominant posture. “The previous terms of the agreement have expired, and we can negotiate new terms.”
The pristine moonlight filtered through the glass, casting onto the wooden floor, and there was no other sound in the room.
Song Siheng stood in front of him, looking at his thick, drooping eyelashes.
“Why?” Yang Xiaobei supported himself with his arms and asked, looking up.
“You need money now, and I have money. Isn’t it natural?” Song Siheng lifted Yang Xiaobei’s chin, making him look up. “Besides, our cooperation has been very pleasant.”
Indeed, it had been pleasant, getting along well everywhere.
But there was silence between them for half a minute.
Yang Xiaobei suddenly laughed, then shook his head, half-jokingly saying, “Ah, how boring. You’re quite calculating.”
Song Siheng let go of his chin, frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I was so thin when I just got out of the hospital, you didn’t mention it. Now that I’ve regained my strength, you’re interested in me.” Yang Xiaobei still had that casual tone, making it hard to tell if he was serious.
Before Song Siheng could speak, Yang Xiaobei stood up from the edge of the bed and faced the man in front of him. “Let me tell you, I’m not willing this time.”
Song Siheng clearly didn’t expect this response. He gritted his teeth and dropped a sentence, “suit yourself.”
He turned around to leave, but Yang Xiaobei grabbed his wrist and forcefully pushed him back onto the bed.
Song Siheng suddenly lost his balance and was startled. He quickly used his thighs to support Yang Xiaobei’s body. “Hey, what are you doing?”
Yang Xiaobei’s hand didn’t loosen, but through the moonlight, he carefully looked into his eyes.
“You like to gamble with me so much, dare you to play a big one with me?”
“What do you want to play?” Song Siheng met his gaze when he found resistance was futile.
The dark eyes gleamed brightly, not the least dim compared to the full moon outside the window.
“Fall in love with me,” Yang Xiaobei said.