Chapter 60 Xiqiu (6)

Si Jin felt waves of heat surging from all directions, accompanied by Xiao Rong’s hoarse murmurs. This heat seemed to rapidly intensify within a short time, to the point of being scalding.

“What’s wrong with you, you…”

Worried, Si Jin tried to push him away with her arms, wanting to first see what condition he was in.

Xiao Rong’s body was burning hot, seemingly limp as if drained of strength, yet he was so heavy she couldn’t push him away at all.

Soon Si Jin was completely pressed against the door panel by him. His scorching breath continuously fanned across her neck and cheeks – clearly wanting to kiss her, yet seeming unable to even find her lips.

Xiao Rong wasn’t disoriented, but rather frantic.

Unable to control his strength, he gripped Si Jin’s neck with one hand, forcing her to lift her head and face him.

Soon Si Jin was kissed.

More urgent and reckless than his already not-gentle kisses.

His tongue plunged in, as if trying to reclaim all the restraint and missed opportunities from these past seven days in this single moment.

Si Jin had never been one to resist Xiao Rong’s kisses.

As their lips met and their bodies pressed together, instinct compelled her to respond.

Until Xiao Rong urgently bit her lower lip.

Only then did Si Jin suddenly realize.

Wasn’t he supposed to be abstaining?!

“Let go, Chongyun, let me go first, wait… ah!”

Before Si Jin could remind him, he suddenly bent down and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Xiao Rong’s face was flushed with an abnormal redness, his breathing terribly rapid. The kiss had made his body temperature rise even higher.

Carrying Si Jin, he strode purposefully straight toward the bed in the room.

The world spun before Si Jin’s eyes. When she regained her senses, she quickly turned her head from his shoulder: “Chongyun, first tell me what exactly happened?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Rong’s feet had already reached the bedside.

He held Si Jin steadily, but stumbled himself.

Following the momentum of his stumble, he and Si Jin fell onto the bed together.

He pressed down on her, cupped her face and planted another scorching kiss, mumbling indistinctly: “I don’t know what happened either, I just feel so hot, so uncomfortable…”

“Xiao Jin, I feel so uncomfortable…”

It wasn’t the discomfort of illness or pain – Xiao Rong’s low, hoarse voice was wrapped in thick, heated desire.

All that had been suppressed these past few days, along with his inherent instincts toward Si Jin, erupted completely at this moment.

But Si Jin still retained some rationality. Sensing something was wrong, she said: “There must be something strange. Can you stay by yourself for a while? I’ll go investigate. If someone has harmed you…”

Just as the arms that had been holding Xiao Rong were about to withdraw during her speech, he suddenly grabbed one of her hands.

He gripped her tightly and placed her hand back on his waist.

“There’s nothing strange. No one has harmed me.”

“How is that possible? Otherwise, for no reason, why would you suddenly be like this, as if you’ve been drugged.”

At these words, Si Jin noticed Xiao Rong’s body stiffen slightly.

Then he still denied in a hoarse voice: “No one drugged me.”

Xiao Rong stopped kissing Si Jin.

He turned his head and pressed his burning cheek against her skin, as if trying to use her body’s temperature to cool down.

But Si Jin felt that her entire body had long been permeated by his warmth, burning just like him—perhaps even hotter. How could it cool down even slightly? Pressing closer would only make them hotter.

Suddenly, Si Jin thought of something.

“Is it because of Doctor Liu’s medicine? But he never told me this medicine would cause such a reaction. If I’d known, I would never have agreed.”

Forbidding desire while prescribing medicine with such effects—wasn’t this pure torment!

Xiao Rong abruptly lifted his head from where he’d been buried against Si Jin. His eyes were already glazed, the corners flushed crimson, but soon he succumbed to the craving for physical contact and pressed close again.

Xiao Rong pressed his lips together without speaking, holding Si Jin tightly in his arms as if neither intending to explain nor let her go.

Si Jin frowned. “Your silence is useless—I already know. Did you hear me? I absolutely forbid you from continuing this medication.”

Xiao Rong remained silent, only parting his lips with difficulty to kiss her neck like an appeasing puppy. Yet his breathing grew increasingly ragged, veins bulging on his hands from restraint—every part of him radiating tortured agitation.

Si Jin’s brow furrowed deeper. Calming herself, she pushed hard against Xiao Rong. “I’m going to find Doctor Liu. Whether it’s an antidote or some other medicine, you must stop taking that prescription, and your current condition needs immediate treatment.”

“No.” Xiao Rong grasped a sliver of clarity through his haze. His voice was terribly hoarse, his gaze still unfocused, yet he knew to press Si Jin down firmly. “Don’t let my efforts these past days go to waste.”

“But what about now? Will you just do nothing?”

“Enduring is enough.” Though Xiao Rong said this, his warning to himself proved ineffective—his lips still moved unconsciously against her skin.

Warmth continuously surged against Si Jin’s neck as if trying to consume her too. Still frowning, she considered for only a moment before refusing again: “No. If the medicine’s effects remain like this, must you suffer like this every time you take it?”

Xiao Rong fell silent again, only tightening his arms around Si Jin—whether instinctively unwilling to release her or hoping to restrain her from seeking an antidote from Doctor Liu.

After struggling fruitlessly for a moment, Si Jin suddenly narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked up at him from within his embrace, then abruptly twisted her wrist and reached downward.

“Mmph…” A muffled groan escaped as Xiao Rong’s eyes flew wide open, his gaze dark and turbulent beneath.

Si Jin gave him no time to react before her wrist began moving.

“Xiao Jin, you…” Xiao Rong tried to speak but quickly succumbed, lowering his head with unbearable need and making no effort to restrain his sounds. He loved this most—letting his unrestrained, husky moans slip into her ears, always responding with fervent enthusiasm whether she moved or he did.

Si Jin curled her fingers tightly and whispered, “Do you want this?”

She knew the answer perfectly well, but when Xiao Rong pressed his lips together, she stopped moving. His hand instinctively closed around her wrist.

Xiao Rong’s eyes burned as he stared intently at her, rubbing against her while pleading with his gaze. But Si Jin wasn’t the one who’d taken the medicine—even enveloped in his heat, she remained far calmer than him.

“Speak,” she prompted with a slight movement, reminding him to answer.

But she paused again after just that moment.

“Want…”

Si Jin instinctively made a sound in his throat, barely audible, all of it spilling against her neck.

Si Jin raised her knee, a faint smile playing on her lips.

As her knee pressed downward, it elicited a heavy, ragged breath from him—whether from pain or pleasure was unclear.

Si Jin lifted her head, nibbled his lips, and kissed him, murmuring against his mouth, “I can’t hear you. Speak louder.”

These were all the things Xiao Rong had once done and said to her in bed, now returned to him in full.

But Si Jin was far kinder than Xiao Rong had ever been.

Though she asked, her hands had already resumed their movements.

“Want… Xiao Jin, I want it, I want you.”

Xiao Rong cupped Si Jin’s face, and as she kissed him, he immediately captured her lips in a fervent response.

Xiao Rong was like a blazing fire now—the surroundings dry, the fuel abundant. No extra effort was needed; he would only burn hotter on his own.

Yet Si Jin still fanned the flames from outside and added more wood within.

It wasn’t that Xiao Rong didn’t want to resist; he simply couldn’t anymore.

He had lost the rational restraint to hold back and found it impossible to refuse Si Jin’s touch.

The waistband of his trousers was hooked by her other hand.

Outside, the daylight remained bright, and engaging in such acts made Si Jin’s face flush uncontrollably.

But given their intimate relationship, this was familiar territory for her.

As the tie loosened, her palm came into contact with his waist and abdomen.

Xiao Rong’s muscles tensed instantly, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Si Jin wasn’t sure if he could still process her words in this state.

But she still wanted to express what was on her mind. If he didn’t catch it now, she would tell him again later.

“I never wished for this to come at the cost of you harming yourself. If I had known from the start that this medicine had such side effects, I wouldn’t have wanted you to take it either. Now, to recover, if you have to endure such torment, I am equally unwilling.”

Xiao Rong did hear her, and his mind even registered that something was truly strange about all this.

No matter what, the drug’s effects shouldn’t have caused such a reaction.

If the side effects were indeed this intense, Doctor Liu would have warned him explicitly, not just casually reminded him to abstain.

With that thought, even the nearly unbearable agony he had suffered the past few days seemed increasingly peculiar.

But Xiao Rong’s thoughts could only go that far now.

Si Jin’s lips were soft, her hands even softer.

Suddenly blocked, he trembled with frustration, unconsciously pleading against her lips, “Xiao Jin, I want to… don’t block it.”

Si Jin’s lips curved into another smile.

She realized that when she was clear-headed and Xiao Rong was utterly defenseless, controlling him was an unexpectedly amusing experience.

She understood his reactions, knew he was close.

With just a momentary obstruction, he seemed on the verge of breaking, even losing the strength to kiss her.

“Then beg me?”

How many times had he demanded she beg him in bed before? Finally, the tables had turned.

“Mmm…”

Xiao Rong whimpered—not from refusal, but from a sudden, tight squeeze.

“Hmm?” Si Jin pressed mischievously.

Xiao Rong gasped heavily, his eyelashes misting over, his cheeks flushed deep red, even the skin of his chest exposed by his crumpled collar tinged with crimson.

“Please, Xiao Jin.”

Xiao Rong pecked her lips appeasingly.

“Please…” His tongue couldn’t help but lightly lick her. “I want it.”

Si Jin had the distinct feeling that, at this moment, he would do anything she asked.

She even conceived a wildly irrational thought.

Perhaps if she had told him during such moments before that she wanted to leave him, he might have…

“Mmm…”

This time, it was Si Jin who let out a muffled groan from the pain.

“Don’t think about impossible things.”

Xiao Rong’s voice remained low and hoarse, still carrying traces of lingering desire.

But when Si Jin looked up, she met his gloomy gaze.

Xiao Rong bit her again: “Stop thinking about it, hear me?”

Si Jin was clearly astonished—could he actually read minds?

She hadn’t spoken aloud. Could it be that her excitement had revealed her eagerness through her expression due to the wildness of the thought?

Xiao Rong bit her several more times, each bite growing heavier.

Only when the tingling turned into genuine pain did Si Jin gasp sharply.

“Is this how you ask for something?”

Hearing this, Xiao Rong released his bite and replaced it with his lips and tongue.

Though he meant to appease, he showed no remorse: “If you keep thinking inappropriate thoughts, I’ll bite you again.”

“Then I won’t let you out.”

Xiao Rong groaned roughly, yet remained resolute: “Then don’t think about it either.”

He lowered his head restlessly, unsure whether he had reached his limit of endurance or was simply pained by the mere possibility, even if Si Jin was only joking.

He descended lower, kissing Si Jin’s neck: “Don’t leave me, Xiao Jin. Never, ever leave me.”

Si Jin froze, suddenly realizing she might have taken the joke too far.

She should have known better than anyone how deeply obsessed Xiao Rong was with keeping her from leaving.

She truly shouldn’t have joked about it.

With this thought, Si Jin hesitantly loosened her grip.

Xiao Rong suddenly reached out, firmly grasping the back of her hand: “Xiao Jin, don’t let go.”

He adjusted her fingers.

Guiding them to the right place.

Si Jin’s breath hitched. She closed her eyes involuntarily, her thoughts seemingly swept away in an instant by the force of his grasp.

The control seemed to remain in Si Jin’s hands, yet the back of her hand was held firmly in Xiao Rong’s.

Everything else was beyond her control.

A large hand wandered from her waist, and the kisses along her neck gradually moved upward, finally returning to her lips.

Tongues intertwined, breaths mingled.

The sound of kissing, the heat of their breaths, and the throbbing pulse.

Si Jin’s eyelashes fluttered during a brief pause in their fervent kiss.

She tilted her head slightly, hiding her expression, her voice whispering close to Xiao Rong’s ear.

“Would you like to…”

“Come closer?”