Blinded chapter 17

Shi Hongqiang went into the room on the first floor, closing the door behind him. Now, only Chang Xiaojia remained standing at the staircase on the second floor, waiting for Xie Li.

Xie Li looked up at him. He ascended the stairs calmly, approaching Chang Xiaojia. Suddenly, Chang Xiaojia grabbed his arm, pushing him against the wall. Subsequently, a warm and soft body pressed against him, and Chang Xiaojia forcefully bit his lips.

Xie Li responded to his kiss, wrapping his arm around Chang Xiaojia’s waist, though he was unsure why Chang Xiaojia had suddenly become so passionate.

Chang Xiaojia’s kisses were erratic and lacked any discernible pattern, clearly indicating his lack of experience. He recklessly extended his tongue, displaying a lack of finesse.

While soothingly responding to his kiss, Xie Li used his hand to caress Chang Xiaojia’s waist. After a while, he sensed Chang Xiaojia becoming more compliant, witnessing him slowly close his eyes and emit a soft nasal sound.

As they continued this deep kiss, Xie Li lifted his head, surveying the layout of the second-floor room. Unlike the first floor, the second floor lacked an entrance hall and resembled more of a living room upon entering. On either side were two doors leading to the rooms. Thinking about Chang Xiaojia’s earlier words, Xie Li was uncertain which room belonged to Chang Xiaojia and which to Chang Xin.

Accompanied by this thought, an indescribable strange feeling arose. Xie Li hadn’t expected that one day he would be holding and kissing Chang Xiaojia, the son of Chang Guanshan, in Chang Guanshan’s house. Regardless of Chang Xiaojia’s identity or his personality, it seemed to ignite desire within Xie Li, a desire that went beyond simple lust and touched something deeper within him.

At this moment, Chang Xiaojia retreated slightly, attempting to end the kiss. However, Xie Li continued, holding him firmly with his arm and roughly biting his lips.

Feeling the pain, Chang Xiaojia pushed him away, tilting his head with a frown, expressing slight displeasure.

Xie Li asked, “Which one is your room?”

Chang Xiaojia glanced to the left.

Xie Li lifted Chang Xiaojia and walked to the left door, asking Chang Xiaojia to open it while inquiring, “Chang Xin is not here now, right?”

Chang Xiaojia, with a slightly breathless voice, said, “He’s usually not here.” Once Xie Li opened the door, Chang Xiaojia kicked his foot forcefully, wanting to get down.

Feeling the pain from the kick, Xie Li ultimately gently placed him down.

Chang Xiaojia glared at him ferociously.

From behind, Xie Li embraced him, and his arms wrapped around Chang Xiaojia’s chest.

The bedroom’s structure was simple, with only a large bed and a spacious wardrobe. However, the connected balcony was large, semi-circular, featuring a lounge chair. The balcony offered a view of Qing Shui Lake, illuminated by the night’s lamplight.

At this moment, the glass door leading to the balcony was wide open, allowing the damp and somewhat chilly night air from the lake to flow in. Xie Li looked beyond the shadows of tall trees, focusing on the lake illuminated by the lights, and a sense of tranquility settled over him.

Chang Xiaojia had already pushed away Xie Li’s arms, standing by the bed and beginning to undress. He discarded his clothes and pants one after another until there was nothing left. His fair feet stepped on the floor as he walked towards the bathroom.

Watching for a while, Xie Li lazily picked up the clothes Chang Xiaojia had thrown on the floor and placed them in the laundry basket by the door. Afterwards, he walked towards the balcony.

He didn’t lie down on the lounge chair but instead leaned against the railing, smoking a cigarette.

The exhaled white smoke quickly dissipated in the wind, leaving no trace. Xie Li looked towards another villa on the left, wondering if that was where Chang Guanshan lived.

And where exactly was the policewoman brutally murdered in Chang’s house?

Xie Li contemplated silently.

Apart from the tragic death of the policewoman, there were countless other sins that Chang Guanshan and his son might be involved in, sins that were not as visibly and vividly presented to the public as the officer’s brutal demise but still inflicted harm on numerous individuals and even the interests of the country.

After finishing a cigarette and returning to the room, Chang Xiaojia was still leisurely bathing. Without the fifteen-minute time restriction, he could take as long as he wanted. Xie Li suspected he could scrub off a layer of his own skin.

The large bed had two bedside tables, and Xie Li noticed a frame on the right one. He approached it, picked it up, and saw a picture of a beautiful young woman. The contours of her eyebrows and eyes resembled both Chang Xiaojia and Chang Guanshan to some extent. Xie Li guessed that she was Chang Xiaojia’s deceased biological mother.

When Chang Guanshan’s original wife was still alive, he already had a child with his mistress. Moreover, after the original wife’s passing, the mistress, along with her eldest son, entered the household. How old was Chang Xiaojia at that time? As long as he was old enough to understand, he must have harbored resentment, right?

Xie Li didn’t know; he only remembered seeing Chang Xin coming to pick up Chang Xiaojia from prison yesterday, and it seemed like the two brothers had a good relationship.

He realized he never knew what Chang Xiaojia was thinking.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Xie Li put down the photo, turned around, and saw Chang Xiaojia just wiping the water off his body. He walked out wearing slippers directly and opened the wardrobe to take out a bathrobe, wrapping it around himself.

Chang Xiaojia lay down on the bed, with the bathrobe wide open at the chest and the hem hanging loosely to the sides. He said, “Go take a shower.”

Xie Li opened his travel bag, looking for a change of clothes.

Chang Xiaojia glanced into the bag and said, “I’ll buy you some clothes tomorrow.”

Xie Li stood up and looked at him. “Do you plan on letting me stay at your place permanently?”

Chang Xiaojia’s tone was matter-of-fact. “Just like Shi Hongqing, why not?”

Xie Li went to the bathroom.

When he came out after showering, wearing only clean underwear, he sat down on the edge of the bed and asked Chang Xiaojia, “Why does Shi Hongqing live at your place?”

Chang Xiaojia squatted on the bed, legs bent, thighs and calves pressed together, looking at his phone. He glanced at Xie Li when he spoke, “He was adopted by my mom, so he’s my brother.”

Xie Li was somewhat surprised but understood why Shi Hongqing and Chang Xiaojia were so close.

Xie Li said, “Your mom is very beautiful.”

Chang Xiaojia remained silent, his finger tapping the screen without movement.

Xie Li continued, “Why does Chang Xin still exist?”

Chang Xiaojia’s lips tightened slightly, the corners downturned. Slowly and coldly, he looked at Xie Li.

Sensing he touched upon a sensitive matter, Xie Li reached out and embraced him, caressing his back through the soft bathrobe and kissing his face and forehead.

After a while, seeing no change in Chang Xiaojia’s expression, Xie Li said, “I mean, there shouldn’t be a Chang Xin.”

Chang Xiaojia stared at him for a while and said, “Then kill him for me.”

Xie Li was momentarily stunned, his expression unchanged. After a moment of silence, he said to Chang Xiaojia, “Then I’ll end up back in prison.”

Chang Xiaojia, indifferent, said, “I’ll give you money to support your family.”

Xie Li responded, “No, that won’t work. If I leave you, you won’t be able to sleep at night and I’m worried about you.”

Chang Xiaojia looked at Xie Li without saying anything, as if studying his expression.

Xie Li calmly locked eyes with him.

After a while, Chang Xiaojia struggled to get up from Xie Li’s embrace, saying, “I’m going to sleep.”

Xie Li released him and, in a rare moment of tenderness, said, “Good night, Xiaojia.”