Disobedience To Control chapter 66

Want You For Two Days

In the dim hallway, Yang Xiaobei wrapped his arms around Song Siheng’s waist, pinning him tightly against the wall. His lips kissed his earlobe, then his neck, and finally lingered on his lips. The strawberry-flavored candy was wrapped in a hard shell, but inside was a soft, gooey center.

Song Siheng used his fingers to grasp Yang Xiaobei’s hair, trying to pull him away.

“Give me a few more kisses baby,” Yang Xiaobei said in a muffled voice.

Only then did Song Siheng remember that this person was still running a fever.

Half a minute later, their lips finally parted. In the quiet night, their hearts beat like drums.

“Swimming with a fever, you really have no fear of death,” Song Siheng withdrew his hand and patted his cheek.

“You care about me so much, did you secretly inquire about my situation again?” Yang Xiaobei saw him about to leave and hugged his shoulder from behind.

Song Siheng turned around, pinching his chin with one hand, looking him in the eyes, “Do you know that your heart has cost me a lot of money? Can you cherish your body a bit? I don’t want to send you to the ICU again.”

“Didn’t you set a goal of 49 seconds for me? If I couldn’t achieve this goal, I might not be able to be your boyfriend until the next life.”

“Pfft,” Song Siheng pulled the corners of his mouth, “That’s not auspicious.”

After a two-second pause, he said softly, “Don’t do this in the future; swimming with a fever is very harmful to the lungs.”

“I know, baby. I broke the fever yesterday, but I’m fine now.” Yang Xiaobei finished speaking and kissed him on the cheek again. His hand around his waist was not honest either; it slipped under the hem of his shirt and into his pants.

“Hey!” Song Siheng was startled and grabbed his mischievous hand.

“It’s been three months since I touched you.” With big watery eyes, he sounded pitiful, “Can’t I touch you a little?”

Song Siheng was defenseless against those eyes, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, “Shall we go to my place tonight?”

Suddenly, Yang Xiaobei burst into laughter, “So urgent? Are you also desperate?”

Just as Song Siheng was about to retort, a voice suddenly came from the other end of the corridor, startling him, causing him to release his arm and take two steps back.

“Yang Xiaobei—” It was teammate Xiao Zhao’s voice.

Then came a hurried footstep.

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for you for ages! Want to join us for dinner?” Xiao Zhao inserted himself between the two, then noticed Song Siheng, “Song Ge, you’re here too. Let’s go together!”

“Me?” Song Siheng pointed to himself.

“Yeah, let’s go. It’s more fun with more people. You’re not that old, you can hang out with us,” Xiao Zhao said.

Yang Xiaobei glanced at his face and nodded along, “Yeah, let’s go together.”

“Let’s go, let’s go. One of our teammates came specially. He’s waiting for us at the restaurant!” Seeing the situation, Xiao Zhao was very enthusiastic, “Let’s go together!”

Song Siheng, feeling obliged, said warmly, “Okay. I’ll treat you all tonight, you kids.”

Upon hearing the word “kids,” Yang Xiaobei reached out from behind and grabbed Song Siheng’s butt, earning himself a glare.

Fortunately, Xiao Zhao was walking ahead and completely unaware of the two’s antics, leading the way forward, “Let’s go to the barbecue restaurant across the street?”

Yang Xiaobei lazily nodded, “Sure.”

Ten minutes later, the three arrived at the restaurant. There was only one guy sitting at the table. From what Song Siheng overheard, he should be a teammate who came specially to practice with them.

“Where’s Xiaoyu?” Xiao Zhao asked the guy. Xiaoyu was the female teammate who participated in the competition with them this time.

“Oh, she just said her shoulder was a bit uncomfortable and went back to see the team doctor for treatment,” the guy replied.

“Okay.” Xiao Zhao scratched his head.

Yang Xiaobei followed behind Song Siheng and whispered in his ear, “He has a crush on our teammate Xiaoyu.”

Song Siheng turned to look at him, and Yang Xiaobei revealed a sly smile.

“Snitch.” Song Siheng mouthed back to him.

After the three sat down, the table was just right for four people. Xiao Zhao was very enthusiastic, and with Xiaoyu absent, his enthusiasm had nowhere to go. He insisted on sitting next to Song Siheng, leaving Yang Xiaobei squeezed to the opposite side of Song Siheng. The two looked at each other.

Soon, the waiter brought the menu, and Song Siheng nodded to the two boys in front of him, “Since I’m treating you today, order whatever you want.”

“You guys order. I can’t eat much with a cold.” Yang Xiaobei looked at the menu handed over to him and shook his head slightly.

“Tsk, Yang Xiaobei, with such a generous brother, why didn’t you introduce him to us earlier?” Xiao Zhao raised his fist, “You’re not being thoughtful enough.”

“He’s not just generous,” Yang Xiaobei smiled.

“Huh?” Xiao Zhao was puzzled.

“Ah!” Yang Xiaobei suddenly frowned. He looked down, and Song Siheng had firmly stepped on his sneaker.

“What’s wrong with you?” Xiao Zhao noticed that he didn’t look good and asked hurriedly.

“Nothing. Maybe a mosquito bit me.” Yang Xiaobei shook his head.

“Mosquitoes in October? Well, it’s been hot this year.”

Five minutes later, Song Siheng watched as the two boys in front of him practically ordered a whole book of meat.

Are young people nowadays all able to digest alcohol so well?

“Song Ge, do you drink?” Xiao Zhao looked up from the menu and asked.

“I don’t drink.” Song Siheng shook his head. He was driving that day.

“You’re just like Yang Xiaobei, he doesn’t touch a drop either.”

Song Siheng glanced at the person opposite him, and the person immediately winked at him. Song Siheng quickly looked away.

Both of Yang Xiaobei’s teammates were outgoing, and they started chatting lively as soon as the charcoal was lit. From discussing their performance in the competition to gossip about their team, Xiao Zhao even lamented his unrequited love for Xiaoyu.

“Why doesn’t she have any feelings for me at all?” Xiao Zhao raised his beer glass and took a big gulp, “Should I take the chance to confess to her?”

Yang Xiaobei looked at him, “She said her shoulder was uncomfortable, and you still have the face to come out to dinner with us.”

Xiao Zhao was shocked, “Oh my god, you’re right. What’s wrong with me? I’m going back now!”

“Forget it, it doesn’t matter if you go back now or later,” Yang Xiaobei shook his head.

“Wait, did you and your girlfriend get back together?” the other guy suddenly asked.

Now it was Song Siheng’s turn to look at him with confusion.

“Song Ge, I told you last time! I guessed this guy definitely had a girlfriend.” Xiao Zhao said firmly, “For a while, he was absent-minded in the dorm. Like he got dumped.”

Yang Xiaobei didn’t deny it and smiled, “What’s the matter, jealous?”

“Oh my god, it’s true.” Xiao Zhao slapped his forehead, “My intuition is really accurate.”

The other guy got excited, “Tell us quickly, where did you meet your girlfriend? What’s she like? Is she pretty?”

Yang Xiaobei nodded, saying meaningfully, “She’s beautiful, very beautiful.”

Song Siheng stepped on his foot again, but Yang Xiaobei didn’t flinch this time.

“Long hair or short hair?” the guy opposite asked.

“Short hair.” Yang Xiaobei’s gaze slowly swept down from Song Siheng’s head.

“What’s she like? Mature? Or cute?”

Yang Xiaobei pondered for a moment, “Mature, but also cute. It depends on the situation.”

“Oh my god, you’re really lucky.” Xiao Zhao was so annoyed that he drank another half glass of beer.

After finishing the drink, he remembered something and leaned closer, asking, “Were those marks on you made by her? Is she that intense?”

Song Siheng’s face changed suddenly, and he quickly changed his sitting posture, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, she likes playing rough.” Yang Xiaobei answered, playing with the spoon in his hand, his slender fingers twirling along with it.

“Oh my god—” the guy opposite exclaimed at the same time, attracting the attention of diners from other tables.

Yang Xiaobei wanted to say something else, but Song Siheng cleared his throat again.

“Is Song Ge also catching a cold?” Xiao Zhao quickly turned to ask.

Song Siheng shook his head without answering.

But Yang Xiaobei suddenly stared at him without blinking, with some strange thoughts in his head.

Song Siheng was about to move his chair back a bit, to distance himself from their conversation, but suddenly felt a strange sensation between his thighs. Yang Xiaobei opposite him, at some point, had lifted his toes and was rubbing up his leg.

Above the table, Yang Xiaobei was smiling innocently. The light from the lamp above the table shone on his face, revealing an ambiguous expression on his beautiful face.

Song Siheng’s nerves were tense, unable to avoid it. The hot charcoal was roasting his cheeks, and he felt like he was about to explode.

The sensation became clearer and clearer, hitting his vulnerable spot.

After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, leaning against the table, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Hey, what’s wrong with your brother?” Xiao Zhao quickly turned back to ask.

“I’ll go check.” Yang Xiaobei also stood up.

On the path beside the barbecue restaurant, the street lights flickered. Song Siheng leaned against a streetlight, lighting a cigarette.

“I thought you quit smoking?” Yang Xiaobei reached out and took the cigarette from his hand, gently crushing it against the nearby lamp post.

With no one around, Song Siheng pressed against his neck, the smell of tobacco still lingering on his fingertips, “Yang Xiaobei, I thought you had turned over a new leaf.”

Mature in temperament but not in habits.

But Yang Xiaobei didn’t get annoyed, smiling and rubbing his cheek against the back of his hand, “I caught a cold, forgive me.”

Song Siheng snorted and let go of him, standing alone on the side.

“I’m free for the next two days. No classes, no training.” Yang Xiaobei approached again, resting his head on Song Siheng’s neck, his hand also resting on his waist, clinging to him like a koala.

“So?” Song Siheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye, Yang Xiaobei’s long and dark eyelashes fluttered, and his lips moved a few times, unexpectedly stirring something itchy in Song Siheng’s heart.

“Can you spare two whole days for me?” It was a request, but his arm tightened, and the two of them pressed tightly against each other through their clothes.

“My time is precious. Can you afford it?” Song Siheng had postponed a board meeting for today’s competition. If he had to spare two whole days for him again, he would have to work overtime this weekend.

Yang Xiaobei gently pinched his waist, his soft breath brushing against his earlobe, “I’ll be sure to repay you so good, alright?”

📢Author’s Note

Song Siheng, you’re in trouble now