558: Pitching tents

Pitching tents

"Let me take you somewhere," said a deep charming voice that gives one shivers just by hearing it. That was the voice of a desperate man who wanted to coax his beloved. 2

Ji Yao was a little suspicious but since Rui Fei wanted to coax him then he would let him. Maybe then he could find out what he was hiding. And if he didn't then he would have to resort to desperate measures.

He stared at him neither refusing nor agreeing hence Rui Fei understood that Ji Yao was willing. Rui Fei smiled happily and held Ji Yao's hand before gently pulling him along like a preschooler leading his crush to the playground hand in hand to show off their relationship.

Ji Yao looked down at the hand wrapped around his wrist and couldn't help but bite his lower lip lost in thought. He truly missed this and didn't really like fighting. Sure he could just comply and accept Rui Fei's terms but he was stubborn in nature.

He was like a heat-seeking missile. Once he locks on a target he won't be able to let it go until he achieves a satisfactory result thus it was very difficult for him to comply.

He was like a Tarsus. They won't budge once they have their heads and horns set on something.

Ji Yao had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even look where they were going. He was so busy concocting plans on how to make Rui Fei talk that he didn't realise when they arrived at the most enchanting place Ji Yao had ever laid his eyes on.

It was a mesmerizing forest possessing the kind of captivating beauty that was hard to put into words. The trees in this forest were mostly ancient and majestic with their brunches interlocked with each other. The ground was all green covered in healthy grass that looked like a well-maintained lawn which was unusual in forests.

As they walked through the woodland their steps felt like they were stepping on an expensive padded carpet. From the beautiful moonlight reflecting through the gaps in the tree, Ji Yao could see mushrooms with various beautiful colours growing in random places adding to the charm of the forest.

Just as Ji Yao thought he had seen it all they reached a place slightly different from the rest of the forest. Instead of the lush green trees, there was a large one with pink flowers. At a glance, Ji Yao mistook it for a cherry blossom tree and as the cool breeze brushed past its petals would fall like gentle rain showers in spring.

Beside it was a large fountain with smoke backflowing and sinking on the ground forming lightweight fog. The stream of smoke seemed infinite and it was hard for Ji Yao to see where it was coming from.

Underneath the tree was an artistic stone bench that looked like it had been there since the beginning of time. It gave the forest an antique feeling tying this picturesque scene together.

"Woah.....," exclaimed Ji Yao mesmerised by what he was seeing. Curious he leaned down to observe the fountain giving his back to Rui Fei. To be more precise he was giving his perky backside to Rui Fei which was incredibly dangerous on all fronts at this point.

Rui Fei who had been driven mad by his desire for Ji Yao in these past few days couldn't handle it. That juicy peach was summoning him like sirens enticing sailors at sea. He swallowed his saliva to moisten his parched throat as he subconsciously took a step forward.

In his mind, he kept telling himself that there was no need to even take off their clothes. They could do it with their clothes on and it would still be as satisfying. His mind fell deeper and deeper into this abyss as he imagined himself sitting on that stone bench with Ji Yao sitting on his lap while making out.

He imagined their lips pressed together with his hands caressing the side of Ji Yao's waist as their thighs rubbed against each other due to his man's licentious movements. He imagined Ji Yao's fingers caressing the side of his face before slipping through his hair as he writhes like a hungry beast having its first meal.

He wanted to hear Ji Yao moan as his fingers tightened around the man's waist guiding him on how to twist his hips for maximum satisfaction. Because of such lustful thoughts, Rui Fei was bound to pitch a tent. Lucky for him, it was a little dark hence diluting his embarrassment.

Hence in the middle of the night stood a creepy dark shadow with half his face and shoulders reflected under the faint moonlight. His eyes shone under the light were fixed on an unsuspecting victim who was busy admiring the smoke fountain.

If only Ji Yao knew that the sheep behind him had already shed part of its sheepskin revealing the wolf hidden underneath. Well, even if he knew he might take advantage of this opportunity to get some answers from Rui Fei. Of course, it would be at the cost of his ripe peach.

Rui Fei nervously rubbed his palms as he slowly moved over to the stone bench and sat down with his legs crossed. He took deep breaths while chanting mantras trying to exorcise the beast lurking in the shadows.

While he was doing that he had his fingers crossed hoping that Ji Yao wouldn't turn around and find out that the Jack in the box had popped out.

Ji Yao placed his fingers within the mist of smoke and as it flowed like a liquid in between his fingers he said, "I want something like this... It's quite relaxing." It had a therapeutic effect because the smoke was actually from incense and it was also visually calming.

"I can get a smaller one for you," said Rui Fei after clearing his throat but that didn't really help his situation. His voice was hoarse like he had something stuck in his throat that was making it sound that way.

Ji Yao finally noticed something was up. He was quite familiar with that kind of voice coming out of Rui Fei's throat. It was either he was aroused or he had eaten spicy food and since he hadn't eaten spicy food then...

A slight smile appeared on Ji Yao's face before slowly straightening his back. With his hands behind his back, he walked over to him in slow strides. Reading this one would think that it was just a normal walk toward his lover but reality was far different.

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