I Can Still Salvage It

After eating and chatting, it was already 8:30 p.m.
when the four of them left the barbecue restaurant.
The couple had their own arrangements, and Shen Mian waved goodbye to Lin Jia with reluctance, saying, “See you at school.”

He and Lin Jia were already on good terms, and now they had a friendship as “people of the same path,” which made them even closer.

Lin Jia smiled at him and replied, “Okay.”

They went in different directions.
Lin Jia and Gu Weizhou returned to the city, while Pei Zhiyi and Shen Mian had booked a nearby hot spring hotel, so they didn’t need to hurry back.

Shen Mian had eaten quite a lot just and wanted to take a walk to help digestion.
The hot spring hotel was also located in the mountains.
Shen Mian walked on the mountain road with Pei Zhiyi.
It was lightly snowing, not heavy enough to stick, but it fell on the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, feeling cool.
It melted quickly, just like tears streaming down.

Shen Mian asked Pei Zhiyi, “You said that Lin Jia and Gu Weizhou didn’t meet 007 but still ended up together.
Would the same thing have happened to us..?”

Pei Zhiyi knowingly asked, “What do you mean?”

Shen Mian lightly punched him, feeling that he was asking a rhetorical question.

“Even without 007, we would have still ended up together,” Shen Mian drifted into endless fantasies, “But maybe not so soon.
After all, I’m slow on the uptake.
But at the latest, it should have been in college.
That’s when I should have had my awakening.”

It was also possible that Pei Zhiyi couldn’t resist confessing first and persistently pursued a romantic relationship with him.

Shen Mian thought about it and found it quite satisfying.

But the way things were now was also great.

Pei Zhiyi held Shen Mian’s hand and looked at the short stone lamps along the mountain road.
It was as if he knew what Shen Mian was thinking.
He whispered, “Even without 007, one day I would have confessed to you, sooner or later.”

…

It was already 9:30 p.m.
Shen Mian realized it was about time, so he and Pei Zhiyi returned to the hotel together.

Pei Zhiyi had booked a separate villa.
There was a beautiful small courtyard in front, but it was winter, and no one was in the mood to sit in the cold wind.
The villa had its own private hot spring, with two pools available, yet Pei Zhiyi and Shen Mian squeezed into one pool.

Shen Mian sat on Pei Zhiyi’s lap and kissed him.
Like a swan, he tilted his neck back, his lips turning moist and rosy from the kisses.
Perhaps it was because the hot spring water was too hot, Shen Mian felt a lack of oxygen.
His mind was hazy, and all he saw was Pei Zhiyi’s handsome and cool face, his deep black eyes fixed on him, causing his heart to tremble.

He remembered that New Year’s Eve night, in the dimly lit dormitory, when the snowy mountain and cranes on the bed sheets were stained.
Pei Zhiyi’s kisses on his shoulders and chest were just as scorching.

“Mian Mian…” he heard Pei Zhiyi call him, his voice different from usual, as if suppressing something.

Just hearing his name made Shen Mian’s waist go weak.

He stared with watery eyes, gazing at Pei Zhiyi in a daze, his eyelashes dampened by the steam from the hot spring, making his eyes even more innocent and captivating than usual.

Pei Zhiyi’s hand rested on his waist, and his slender fingers, like those playing the piano, played an unfamiliar melody on his body.
Gently, they moved down and caressed that small tattoo on his hips, like a delicate feather pen, inscribing the three letters, PZY, into his flesh.

Shen Mian wasn’t entirely clueless.
When a passionate couple soaked in a hot spring together, if nothing were to happen, then what would be the point?

Shen Mian couldn’t help but tremble a little.
He saw Pei Zhiyi leaning towards him, but instead of kissing him, he gently rubbed their foreheads together.

They were like a pair of swans, entwined in the water.

Affectionately, Shen Mian rubbed his cheek against Pei Zhiyi’s.
In front of Pei Zhiyi, he always acted like an adorable little puppy, so clingy and obedient that he seemed naive and silly.

He called Pei Zhiyi, (older brother)

Calling him in such an affectionate manner was as seductive as a spider’s silk.

It was as if he was revealing some incredible secret.
Shen Mian smiled at Pei Zhiyi, a rare shyness appearing on his face.
He carefully found a subtle phrase in his mind, “Do you want to do it with me?”

That sentence struck Pei Zhiyi’s heart like a small hammer.

Shattering his calm and self-control completely.

After a moment, the hot spring pool became empty, and the ripples on the water’s surface hadn’t settled yet, spreading out in concentric circles.

A trail of damp footprints led from the edge of the pool into the bedroom, reaching all the way to the bed.

Shen Mian had a beautiful body.
He always had a slender and well-proportioned frame, with snow-white skin that now had a faint pink shade from the hot spring, like a touch of rouge on white jade.

He felt a little embarrassed when Pei Zhiyi placed him on the bed.
He curled up like a small shrimp and even wanted to cover himself with the blanket.

Even though he had been open and proactive just a moment ago, he suddenly felt a sense of shame.

But Pei Zhiyi quickly embraced him and kissed him.

Their scorching bodies pressed together, with Pei Zhiyi’s legs forcefully inserting between Shen Mian’s, making it impossible for him to close them, leaving him weak and helpless.

He also kissed Shen Mian forcefully, with a hint of aggression and dominance.
But his hands caressed Shen Mian’s neck and even his spine, offering him comfort with each touch.

Shen Mian quickly responded to the kisses, as he wasn’t a person of great self-control.
He was just an eighteen-year-old boy whose mind was clouded by love.
He continuously arched his back and rubbed against Pei Zhiyi, emitting sounds that were both like a spoiled child and a plea.

In the gaps between their kisses, he used breathy voices to call Pei Zhiyi, “brother.” The kisses made him breathless, so the word “brother” was fragmented, like shattered notes falling into the air.

“touch me… He also didn’t know where Pei Zhiyi should touch him, he could only instinctively murmur.

Pei Zhiyi raised his head and looked at him deeply.

“I won’t touch you,” Pei Zhiyi said, lowering his head to Shen Mian’s ear.
Without waiting for Shen Mian to protest, he let out a laugh.
“Brother make you feel good.”

After saying that, without giving Shen Mian a chance to react, he kissed Shen Mian’s chest all the way down to his lower abdomen, and then, in Shen Mian’s bewildered gaze, he took him into his mouth.

Shen Mian exclaimed in disbelief, “Brother, stop…”

 However, despite his resistance, he weakly fell back onto the bed in the midst of Pei Zhiyi’s soft lips and tongue.
His resistant voice turned into sob-like low moans.

Pei Zhiyi was still the same Pei Zhiyi, with a handsome face that even carried a hint of aloofness.
Every feature seemed perfectly crafted by an artist, devoid of any worldly traces.
Yet, the look in his eyes as he stared at Shen Mian was clearly unrelated to coldness.
It was filled with desire and passion, as if he wanted to pull Shen Mian into the depths of lustful abyss.

Shen Mian felt like he was going insane.
He gripped the bedsheets, and his knuckles turned pale from the force.
His lips were bitten as if they were about to bleed, and his eyes and brows were filled with sinking despair.

“Brother…” He felt like he was about to climax.
He used his foot to push against Pei Zhiyi’s shoulder, trembling as he pleaded, “stop.”

However, Pei Zhiyi ignored him and instead held Shen Mian down.

In the end, Shen Mian had no choice.
He sobbed and cummed into Pei Zhiyi’s mouth, dirtying his lips and cheeks.

Pei Zhiyi swallowed it and then pulled him closer, exchanging a kiss mixed with a faint metallic taste.

Pei Zhiyi asked softly, “Has Mian Mian ever tasted himself?”

Of course not.

Shen Mian was filled with shame and indignation, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.

Yet, he was inexplicably enchanted by Pei Zhiyi’s current freakiness.
The interweaving of desire and aloofness, despite being in bed and having just engaged in something vulgar, he still maintained an air of dominance.

His hands and feet trembling weakly, Shen Mian pushed against Pei Zhiyi, saying, “Brother, let me help you too.”

He imitated Pei Zhiyi’s actions, pushing Pei Zhiyi to the head of the bed, and then, following his example, he also took Pei Zhiyi into his mouth.

He truly resembled a pet dog, with a pure and innocent demeanor while engaging in such vulgar acts.
But to say he was pure and innocent wasn’t entirely accurate.
His rosy lips and tongue struggled to swallow, despite having no one to teach him.
He instinctively lowered himself, his two plump and pale butt cheeks trembling as he seduced without any guidance.

Pei Zhiyi’s gaze became almost mad and filled with lust, yet he gently caressed Shen Mian’s soft hair.

“Brother, you’re too big…” Shen Mian grumbled and complained.

Ever since they got on the bed, he had been calling him “Brother” instead of just “Bro,” but he hadn’t even noticed it himself.

After a while of giving him blowjob, Shen Mian felt his mouth getting sore, while Pei Zhiyi remained erect, showing no intention of cumming.

Shen Mian didn’t know what to do.
He had no seductive techniques whatsoever, and the only bit of knowledge he had was from Pei Zhiyi.

Fortunately, Pei Zhiyi soon withdrew his dick from Shen Mian’s mouth.

“Enough,” Pei Zhiyi’s voice became hoarse.

He lifted Shen Mian up, grabbed a pillow, and made him lie face down on it.

“We’ll use this for the next part,” he whispered.

He spread apart Shen Mian’s soft, snow-white butt cheeks, leaving marks with even a little force.
His fingers became coated with a sticky, cold lubricant as he slowly penetrated that pink, unexplored entrance.

Pei Zhiyi paused for a moment, allowing Shen Mian to adjust, and then he began slowly thrusting with two fingers.
After a while, he added a third finger.

The reluctant pink opening expanded under his touch but clung onto his fingers when they withdrew.

The sensation was strange, and Shen Mian’s waist trembled, but he suppressed the urge to escape.

Finally, Pei Zhiyi reached a level of stretching that satisfied him.
He lowered his head and bit Shen Mian’s butt lightly before lifting him back up, shifting to a face-to-face position.

Shen Mian closed his eyes in embarrassment, but Pei Zhiyi commanded, “Open your eyes, Mian Mian, and watch how I fuck you.”

He crushed that falsely refined facade, revealing the savage and ruthless beast within.

Reluctantly, Shen Mian opened his eyes.
And beneath his eyelids, he watched Pei Zhiyi’s thick and throbbing dick gradually enter his body.

There was a slight sensation of swelling and aching.

Shen Mian, in a dazed state, gasped for breath and was about to curse but involuntarily let out a small moan.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a bit scared and held onto Pei Zhiyi, asking, “Brother, do we really have to do this?”

Pei Zhiyi suddenly slightly smiled, probably finding Shen Mian’s question adorable in its naivety.

He forcefully thrust forward, fully penetrating Shen Mian’s body.
He spread Shen Mian’s legs and gripped his hips, ruthlessly thrusting without holding back.

Shen Mian’s voice broke from the forceful impact, his waist trembling, and he could only plead incoherently, “Slower…”

But Pei Zhiyi didn’t listen to him.
Instead, Pei Zhiyi’s thrusts became faster and more ferocious, as if greedily aiming to reach the deepest part of Shen Mian.

That was the treasure he had guarded for eighteen years.

In those dark and endless nights, he had already committed countless filthy and erotic acts to Shen Mian in his dreams, each one capable of making Shen Mian cry in fear.

And now, that precious treasure finally belonged to him.

He grabbed Shen Mian’s legs and thrust vigorously, hearing Shen Mian’s uncontrollable, pleasurable moans turned him on more.

He kissed Shen Mian’s ear and gently nibbled on his earlobe.
He asked Shen Mian, “Mian Mian, do you know how many times I’ve done this to you in my dreams?”

Shen Mian didn’t know.

But he finally understood the suppressed longing that had lasted for so long.

It was exactly like Pei Zhiyi, being almost like two different people in bed and outside of it.

As gentle and refined as a scholar outside of the bed, and as fierce as a tyrant on it.

He almost felt like he was going to be fucked to death on that bed.

But whenever he reached out to Pei Zhiyi, Pei Zhiyi would embrace him as if he were a rare treasure, cherishingly kissing his eyebrows, eyes, and collarbone.

“Mian Mian,” he called to Shen Mian, “Mian Mian, I love you.”

Shen Mian’s grip loosened.

With teary eyes, he looked at Pei Zhiyi, who’s face was intoxicated by a blend of tenderness and lust.