600: 9.70 Whatever We Want

9.70 Whatever We Want

0Zhao Bolin had no idea how long they had been ravaging each other's lips when he started to feel uncomfortable from the sticky half-dried blood on his body. However, it was apparent that the zombie on top of him had no intention to stop at the slightest. He looked like he could keep kissing Zhao Bolin until the end of the time.

As much as he was delighted at how much Lu Yizhou wanted him, he could not help but get angry too. He suddenly recalled when he was desperately gasping for air, the other party did not even care and kept going on and on, almost suffocating him to death! 

This kissing fiend! Perverted bastard! See how I will deal with you!

Eyes reddening, Zhao Bolin deliberately bit down on Lu Yizhou's tongue again to vent his grievance. 

"Hss…" Lu Yizhou sucked in a breath of pain. In that split second when he was momentarily distracted, Zhao Bolin forcefully turned his head to the side and finally inhaled the much needed air greedily. Goodness… he had no idea how precious fresh air was until now…

"What's wrong?" a deep, velvety voice tinged with a hint of concern came above him. "Do you still need my blood?"

Need, my ass! Zhao Bolin shot him a sharp glare. However, that one look immediately stunned him.

Even though Lu Yizhou's suave appearance had been restored to how it originally was, the blood on his body still looked quite frightening. Out of nowhere, Zhao Bolin recalled that moment when he witnessed the grenade exploding on Lu Yizhou's body; the choking despair, grief and anguish that seemed to tear his heart apart, making him wish that he could die along with Lu Yizhou too. He did not want to experience it for the second time…

"You…" He shakily reached out to caress Lu Yizhou's smooth cheek. Unable to control it, fat droplets of tears flowed again when Lu Yizhou leaned into his touch like it was the most natural thing to do. "Are you okay…?"

"Never been better," Lu Yizhou let out a faint sigh, his eyelids fluttering shut as he grasped Zhao Bolin's hand on his face. His voice thickened as if he was forcibly restraining his emotions. "Sweetheart, I've never been better…"

"Oh…" The half-dried blood on his fingers brought back the memory when he wiped the bloody tears on Lu Yizhou's cheek. Back then, he had been hanging on the last thread of his life. The scythe of death was looming right above his neck and he was urgently trying to get Lu Yizhou to bite him. It was not until now that those scenes repeated again in his mind, frame by frame, with extreme clarity as though it had been burned to the back of his eyelids.

Nobody knew more than him that zombies were unable to shed tears, yet… Lu Yizhou was crying. This man, who had never batted an eyelid no matter what kind of pain he was in, cried blood for him…

Zhao Bolin could not stop his tears. Flustered, he tried to cover his face with his palm. Why was he such a crybaby? He should be happy. The imminent disaster had passed; they survived without missing any limbs and the enemies were dead. He should be rejoicing from the bottom of his heart. Yet right now, he only felt sharp pain twisting his heart again and again. 

Lu Yizhou's arm around his waist tightened and the next thing he knew, he was hoisted up and cradled in the man's lap. "Sssh…" Lu Yizhou rocked him gently as though calming a wailing baby. His broad palm patted Zhao Bolin's back in a comforting manner. The series of movements were done so smoothly like he had repeated it thousands of times before. "It's okay. Everything is over now." A gentle kiss landed on his forehead, followed by a wry chuckle. "I have made you cry twice in a row today. What should I do to make it up for you, hmm?"

"Thrice…" Even at a time like this, Professor Zhao still tried to correct a certain zombie's error. With this, he had cried three times now. Heavens… it was said that humans were made up of over 70% water, but it was not until today that Zhao Bolin realized the truth. Today, he had cried more than he did his entire life. Yet he still could not stop!

"Hmm?" 

Zhao Bolin shook his head. He tucked his head into the crook of Lu Yizhou's neck, unwilling to let the man see his ugly swollen face. Nonetheless, he still could not help but vent his grievance like a spoilt child. He cried out amidst the sobs,"I almost lost you today…"

There was a lengthy pause, and then a hoarse reply, "I know…"

"You fucking know nothing!!" Zhao Bolin rebuked angrily. He circled his arms around Lu Yizhou's waist and finally let his tears flow freely. "You know nothing… I was so scared. I thought… I thought I would never see you again…"

A sigh, then another kiss landed on the crown of his head.

This time, Lu Yizhou did not stop until there. His warm lips trailed from the side of Zhao Bolin's temple to his eyebrows, the deep frown on his forehead, until the man suddenly stuck out his tongue to lick Zhao Bolin's tears away. 

It was magical how much comfort Zhao Bolin felt from that one gesture. Lu Yizhou licked his tears as if he wanted to lick the lingering sadness and fear he had gone through today. And surprisingly, it worked like a wonder. Sighing in bliss, he tilted his head up and let Lu Yizhou smear his saliva all over his face. After all, he was already immune to the virus. What did he need to be afraid of? 

His lashes quivered when the teasing moist tongue swept over them. Lu Yizhou peppered kisses on every point of his face; his forehead, eyes, nose and cheeks, yet he did not move to the place Zhao Bolin wanted the most. It seemed like Zhao Bolin could not deny himself anymore. The rough kiss earlier had awakened something primal and instinctive inside him – yet this time, he did not want to resist like he always did previously. He could feel his cheeks warming up for the words he was going to say, but the unbearable desire inside him won over his pride and dignity. 

He slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the man above him with longing. "Lu Yizhou…"

The zombie let out an inquiring hum, and their close distance meant that Zhao Bolin felt the deep vibration from his chiseled chest. His lashes quivered shyly. Even at a time like this, Lu Yizhou could still seduce him without doing anything notable! Zhao Bolin just could not figure it out. Just what was with Lu Yizhou? The longer Zhao Bolin knew him, the more he liked him and the wilder his yearning became. The urge to get closer and get intimate burned him inside out, blasting his remaining sanity to bits.

Pursing his lips, Zhao Bolin used the other's shoulders as leverage as he raised his head, latching his lips on the alluring line of his jaws. His golden eyes were covered in a layer of mist, soft and dewy, as he peered up at the stunned zombie. Bashfully, he bit down on Lu Yizhou's chin, like a baby kitten who's teething, unaware that his inviting act was straining the other's thinning patience,

"Now that I have become immune to the virus, does it mean… we can do whatever we want?" he whispered in what seemed like an innocent question.

Shock flashed through Lu Yizhou's profile and Zhao Bolin felt his temperature skyrocketing in response. He chewed on his lips nervously. He knew that this was so unlike him. Acting so… so coquettish like this, begging for a kiss and touch, where would he put his dignity as a respectable figure of society?! 

Your dignity be damned, a voice inside him whispered viciously, it could not satisfy your desire!

"Lu Yizhou!" Zhao Bolin pouted his lips when Lu Yizhou did not show any response whatsoever. He had sold meng a few times before and thus, he had no qualms to sell more. Well, the only person he would sell it to was only Lu Yizhou anyway.

His call seemed to bring Lu Yizhou out of his stupor. "Fucking hell…" he let out a barely discernible curse and chuckled deeply from his throat. Slender, powerful fingers gently pinched Zhao Bolin's chin, sending buzz of excitement down to his tailbone. It was truly unbelievable how that one touch could set his every nerve alight. 

As Lu Yizhou's face inched closer, Zhao Bolin held his breath, his eyes widening in anticipation. Alas, the long awaited kiss did not come. Instead, he heard the man ask in a teasing smile as he shook Zhao Bolin's chin playfully, "By 'whatever'... what does Professor Zhao mean, I wonder? Care to elaborate?"

Zhao Bolin's eyes widened in incredulity. He could not believe what he was hearing. Elaborate… How was he supposed to elaborate?! Professor Zhao's sexual experience was nil and his knowledge came from the biology class. Of course, he knew the technical steps of reproduction, the anatomy of males and the function of their genitals… but that's all! He had long realized that Lu Yizhou had a rebellious streak in him but to ask him something like this was… outright bullying!

"Hmm?" Lu Yizhou urged in a hoarse, sexy voice. "If you don't tell me… how will I know what Professor Zhao wants? Please enlighten this student…" Something dark and wicked gleamed on his silver eyes. Then he leaned down and whispered right into Zhao Bolin's ear like a bewitching devil. "...and I will make sure to follow the procedure, step by step… down to your every command. After all, I have been a very studious student, have I not?"

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A/N: Happy 600th chapter, everyone! Thank you so much for your immense support for VSS <3<3 without you, I won't be able to come this far! Your votes, reviews, comments and gifts are everything QAQ

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