That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 7

The air inside the car was heavy, thick with heat and breathless silence.

Chi Ye’s hands moved with slow deliberation, tracing the sharp lines of Li Cang’s back before resting against his chest. His touch was rough, the warmth of his palm seeping through skin like the burn of an open flame.

Li Cang shuddered, his brows tightening from the mixture of pain and pleasure that surged through him. Every movement seemed to pull another sound from his throat one he tried and failed to suppress.

Chi Ye lowered his head, his breath brushing against Li Cang’s ear as he whispered something inaudible. The tone alone was enough to make Li Cang’s heart stutter.

When Chi Ye drew him close again, the rhythm between them became a collision of strength and surrender raw, unrestrained, and wordless. The car trembled faintly, caught in the echo of their movements.

Li Cang’s fingers found the edge of the window, his breath coming in uneven bursts. The heat between them blurred everything else sound, thought, restraint until all that remained was the quiet rasp of air and the tremor beneath his skin.

Chi Ye’s voice came low, edged with a rough kind of laughter.
“Does it feel good?”

Li Cang could barely respond. His words came out fractured, half a gasp, half a curse.
“Damn… yeah.”

Chi Ye’s smile deepened. He leaned close enough for Li Cang to feel the curve of it against his cheek.
“Good.”

Time lost its shape. The world shrank to the faint scent of cologne, the thrum of bl00d, the pulse of two bodies refusing to yield.

When everything finally fell still, Li Cang collapsed against him, too spent to move. The room — or maybe the world felt distant, softened by exhaustion.

Chi Ye brushed a hand along his temple, his voice low but steady.
“Let’s go back.”

Li Cang nodded faintly, his voice hoarse.
“Hotel.”

Chi Ye didn’t answer, only gathered him up, wrapping him in a blanket from the backseat. By the time they reached the hotel, Li Cang had stopped resisting altogether.

He thought it would end there. But when Chi Ye returned from the shower, he set down a small box on the nightstand the sound crisp and deliberate.

Then, looking down at him with that same unreadable calm, he said quietly:
“I’ll make you tell me your name.”

Li Cang blinked, unable to find a reply. A soft curse escaped him before he could stop it.

Damn it.