Yan lay on her back on the bed, staring at the flickering light and shadow on the ceiling. The indentation beside her still retained Qi Sili's body temperature, and the faint fragrance of pine ink lingered in the pillow. She subconsciously touched her collarbone, where the teeth marks left by Qi Sili were still there, slightly hot.
Her fingers touched the wet stain on the bed sheet, and she withdrew her hand as if she had been burned. The chaos just now flashed back in her mind: Qi Sili's cold fingertips trembled when they slid across her waist, the gloom in his eyes when he pinched her chin, and at the last moment, Qi Sili suddenly stopped his movements and buried his face in her neck, choking as he said "I'm sorry".
She quickly wrapped herself in the quilt as she heard footsteps in the corridor.
When Zhao Mingyuan kicked open the door to the master bedroom, Qi Sili was sitting on the bay window smoking. The moonlight outlined his bare back, and the vertebrae were as distinct as a string of white jade bodhi. Hearing the noise, he didn't even turn his head, and the cigaret ash fell on the windowsill.
"Did you have fun?" Zhao Mingyuan slammed the hangover medicine on the bedside table, and the glass bottle cracked with spider web-like lines.
Qi Sili finally turned his head. His lips were broken, and his neck still had Yan Yan's lip print, but his eyes were clear and terrible: "Isn't this what you want?"
Zhao Mingyuan pulled him up, and the two staggered and crashed into the wardrobe. The sandalwood fragrance mixed with the smell of whiskey intertwined in the breath, Zhao Mingyuan's hand was stuck on Qi Sili's Adam's apple, but he was reluctant to use force: "You know she is just--"
"Just a pawn?" Qi Sili suddenly laughed, his fingers tracing the scar on Zhao Mingyuan's brow bone, "Then why are you... trembling now?"
It was indeed shaking. Zhao Mingyuan found that he could not control the trembling of his fingers, just as he could not control the impulse to tear open Qi Sili's bathrobe at this moment. Amidst the sound of tearing cloth, he bit the unhealed finger marks on the other's shoulder blade - those were left by Yan Yan when she was moved.
"It's dirty." He licked the red crescent-shaped mark, his voice hoarse and out of tune.
The moment Zhao Mingyuan's canine teeth sank into his flesh, Qi Sili let out a muffled groan. The pain was like a cluster of fire, burning from his shoulder blades to his tailbone, but he raised his head, revealing more pale skin.
"Deeper." He ordered in a hoarse voice, his fingers inserted into Zhao Mingyuan's hair, "Let the traces she left...disappear completely."
Zhao Mingyuan's breathing stopped, and he suddenly became fierce. He tore open the tattered bathrobe, and his lips and tongue swept over every inch of skin like a raging fire - the waist socket that Yan Yan's fingertips had stroked, the collarbone that her lips had lingered on, and finally he bit hard below the Adam's apple. This position will be completely covered by the shirt collar tomorrow, and only they know what kind of bruises are hidden under the fabric.
"Now..." Qi Sili gasped and grabbed Zhao Mingyuan's hand, pressing it against his left chest, "Is this... still dirty?"
The heartbeat under his palm was fast and chaotic. Zhao Mingyuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and his violence turned into a trembling kiss on Qi Sili's eyelids: "You motherfucker... should have refused..."
"I've been rejecting you for seven years," Qi Sili chuckled, his leg brushing against the other's taut waist and abdomen, "Has it been useful?"
Outside the window, thunder roared and raindrops splattered against the glass. Zhao Mingyuan suddenly picked him up and walked toward the bathroom, where the cold water from the shower head poured over the two of them. He frantically scrubbed away all the traces Yan Yan had left on Qi Sili's body until his cold, pale skin turned a sickly red.
"Enough..." Qi Sili grabbed his wrist in the steaming water vapor, "Zhao Mingyuan, look at me."
On the misty mirror, two bodies covered with wounds were reflected. Zhao Mingyuan suddenly found that there was a fresh scratch on Qi Sili's lower back - that was the one he was scratched by Yan Yan's nails on her bed half an hour ago.
This realization made his stomach clench. He abruptly turned off the faucet, grabbed a bath towel and roughly wiped the two of them: "Starting tomorrow, you'll sleep in the studio."
Qi Sili's wet long hair stuck to his back. He raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Afraid that I would strangle her to death in the middle of the night?"
"I'm afraid I can't help but strangle you." Zhao Mingyuan pinched his chin and forced him to look up, but when he touched the other's eyes, he was defeated. In the end, he just put his forehead on Qi Sili's shoulder, and his voice was fragmented: "... what the hell should I do?"
When Yan Yan counted to the thousandth sheep, she finally heard no more sound coming from the master bedroom. She buried herself deeper into the quilt, where the coolness of Qi Sili's hair still remained.
How ridiculous, in this three-person relationship, she, the legal wife, was the one who was emotionally interfering, like a thief who couldn't be seen in the light.
-------------------------
Fully Completed English PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish!
Patreon.com/Ramzane