I Have A Sickness Chapter 13

1.13   It's good to keep the status quo
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Where did Hao Ritian, this little sprite, come from? But neither Qi Sinan nor Mu Ye had the chance to find out, as not long after he came over, he left the bar with Wei Zhichen.

Watching their backs as the two left, Mu Ye could do nothing but stare, “Hey, my eyes haven't gone blind, have they? Who was that lad just now?”

Qi Sinan rolled his eyes, disregarding his image. Asking him? How would he know?

Hao Ritian, who was already sitting in the co-driver's seat had no interest in Qi Sinan and Mu Ye. The man starting the car murmured hoa.r.s.ely, “My place?”

His voice was magnetic and s.e.xy. Hao Ritian thought that it was only fair to politely get hard for that fine voice.
　
He coughed to cover it up. Just as he was about to respond, he checked himself in time and declined, “No, go to a hotel.”

His plan had just been launched. He must, of course, stay at the Yan House to add fuel to the fire; watching the development from the sidelines. He absolutely had to return tomorrow, and the Wei's manor in the suburbs was a bit far away. The round-trip wouldn't be cost-effective. It was better to find a hotel—more convenient.

The implication in his words couldn't be more obvious. Wei Zhichen's eyes darkened and he turned the steering wheel in a circle, naturally heading to the closest hotel from the bar.

Neither of them spoke again in the car. Hao Ritian didn't have a subject to talk about. To be more specific, besides solving his physiological needs, he didn't have much to talk about with that man. So, he set his sight on the flas.h.i.+ng scene outside the window. This way, he wouldn't feel awkward.

Wei Zhichen lit a cigarette and drew a puff from time to time. Soon, the faint taste of tobacco pervaded the air inside the car, tearing Hao Ritian's gaze away from outside and onto the man's adam's apple that rolled as he smoked, and his eyes squinted in pleasure with each smoke ring that he blew. Such ordinary actions gave a sense of t.i.tillating s.e.xiness when he did them.

Hao Ritian only felt the fire in his body burn more vigorously.

He couldn't help but pull at his collar. He rasped, “Drive faster.”

Wei Zhichen twisted his head to look at him and Hao Ritian stared back without restraint, but Wei Zhichen was quick to break the connection. Just as he thought it was over, a short m.u.f.fled laugh abruptly burst out. At the same time, Wei Zhichen discarded the cigarette b.u.t.t and used his free hand to rub Hao Ritian's head, “Impatient monkey.”
　
Hao Ritian could hear teasing undertone from the two simple words. Furthermore, who let this guy rub his head and treat him like a child?

He slapped the man's hand down and complained to the system, “He actually said I'm an impatient monkey?”

System, “He's right!”

Ritian, “Whose system are you?”

System, “I am a system that tells and believes in the truth. You really are an impatient monkey, and yet you're unhappy to be called so?”

Hao Ritian, “…”

It had spoken so rightly, he was quite at a loss at how to reply.

After swatting off the man's hand that was rubbing his head, peace settled between the two of them.
　
The two people took a quick shower once they arrived at the hotel and without wasting a word, rolled into bed. As Hao Ritian fell on the large bed, a thought flitted through his mind: This bed is quite soft.

Having endured for a long time, Hao Ritian wasn't able to last long under the man's teasing strokes before he was losing control. He decided to feel good first before carefully savoring the rest, and no longer suppressed himself. But in the end, just as he was on the final leg, he was seized at the gate.

The moment he was about to ascend to heaven, he was dragged down. No one could endure that, let alone a hedonistic person like Hao Ritian. His eyes were moist but also somewhat red since he hadn't gotten to vent. Those red eyes glared fiercely at Wei Zhichen, “Let go of me!”

Those four words seemed to practically leap from the slit between his teeth as his gnashed his teeth in anger.

The man's expression didn't move. If not for the heavy, hard object poking at his thigh, Hao Ritian would have thought he wasn't feeling anything.
　
A smile appeared in the man's eyes when he heard him speak. He pressed his body down and bit him lightly on the chest. He asked, his voice a bit vague, “That hungry?”

Hao Ritian was too lazy to respond to him and reached down to solve it himself, but both his hands were tightly restrained and he could only raise his head to ruthlessly bite the man's strong shoulder, “Yes, I'm just that hungry, and you're still not letting the f.u.c.k go?!”

The bite left a distinct bite mark on his shoulder, and even had wisps of blood seeping from the periphery, showing how he didn't show an ounce of mercy.

The man didn't care at all. His eyebrows didn't even wrinkle. He merely gave it a sidelong glance before looking back, still not letting go. He asked somewhat unhappily, “Since you're so hungry, why didn't you come to me?”

Hao Ritian was a little angry from being so unyieldingly held at the gate, but the man's unhappy questioning made his face relax for an instant. He knew it wasn't necessary to be too serious at this sort of time. Wasn't one suffering painstakingly him? His relaxed brows carried touches of helplessness, “Of course I haven't gone to you because I was busy. Can you let go now?”
　
Wei Zhichen, of course, knew that he was saying this to fool him. Busy? Could he be busier than him who was managing the Wei corporation?

But facing his inundating, s.h.i.+mmering eyes, his heart was moved and he no longer had the desire to oppose him. He instantly loosened his hand and very skillfully rubbed for a while before releasing the shackles of his hands.

“Hmm…” Hao Ritian couldn't help but release a sticky, nasally sound. His mind blanked for a moment and his body instantly went weak. That divine feeling could really become addictive.

Before his spirit could return from the aftertaste, he was teased deeply again and Hao Ritian did his utmost to cooperate. But who would've thought, the man would stir his whole body into a fever, and yet again, stop at the final leg. He really wanted to beat someone up now!

And so, he really hit him, landing a punch on the man's chest, “Are you done yet?”

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Where did Hao Ritian, this little sprite, come from? But neither Qi Sinan nor Mu Ye had the chance to find out, as not long after he came over, he left the bar with Wei Zhichen.

Watching their backs as the two left, Mu Ye could do nothing but stare, “Hey, my eyes haven't gone blind, have they? Who was that lad just now?”

Qi Sinan rolled his eyes, disregarding his image. Asking him? How would he know?

Hao Ritian, who was already sitting in the co-driver's seat had no interest in Qi Sinan and Mu Ye. The man starting the car murmured hoa.r.s.ely, “My place?”

His voice was magnetic and s.e.xy. Hao Ritian thought that it was only fair to politely get hard for that fine voice.
　
He coughed to cover it up. Just as he was about to respond, he checked himself in time and declined, “No, go to a hotel.”

His plan had just been launched. He must, of course, stay at the Yan House to add fuel to the fire; watching the development from the sidelines. He absolutely had to return tomorrow, and the Wei's manor in the suburbs was a bit far away. The round-trip wouldn't be cost-effective. It was better to find a hotel—more convenient.

The implication in his words couldn't be more obvious. Wei Zhichen's eyes darkened and he turned the steering wheel in a circle, naturally heading to the closest hotel from the bar.

Neither of them spoke again in the car. Hao Ritian didn't have a subject to talk about. To be more specific, besides solving his physiological needs, he didn't have much to talk about with that man. So, he set his sight on the flas.h.i.+ng scene outside the window. This way, he wouldn't feel awkward.

Wei Zhichen lit a cigarette and drew a puff from time to time. Soon, the faint taste of tobacco pervaded the air inside the car, tearing Hao Ritian's gaze away from outside and onto the man's adam's apple that rolled as he smoked, and his eyes squinted in pleasure with each smoke ring that he blew. Such ordinary actions gave a sense of t.i.tillating s.e.xiness when he did them.

Hao Ritian only felt the fire in his body burn more vigorously.

He couldn't help but pull at his collar. He rasped, “Drive faster.”

Wei Zhichen twisted his head to look at him and Hao Ritian stared back without restraint, but Wei Zhichen was quick to break the connection. Just as he thought it was over, a short m.u.f.fled laugh abruptly burst out. At the same time, Wei Zhichen discarded the cigarette b.u.t.t and used his free hand to rub Hao Ritian's head, “Impatient monkey.”
　
Hao Ritian could hear teasing undertone from the two simple words. Furthermore, who let this guy rub his head and treat him like a child?

He slapped the man's hand down and complained to the system, “He actually said I'm an impatient monkey?”

System, “He's right!”

Ritian, “Whose system are you?”

System, “I am a system that tells and believes in the truth. You really are an impatient monkey, and yet you're unhappy to be called so?”

Hao Ritian, “…”

It had spoken so rightly, he was quite at a loss at how to reply.

After swatting off the man's hand that was rubbing his head, peace settled between the two of them.
　
The two people took a quick shower once they arrived at the hotel and without wasting a word, rolled into bed. As Hao Ritian fell on the large bed, a thought flitted through his mind: This bed is quite soft.

Having endured for a long time, Hao Ritian wasn't able to last long under the man's teasing strokes before he was losing control. He decided to feel good first before carefully savoring the rest, and no longer suppressed himself. But in the end, just as he was on the final leg, he was seized at the gate.

The moment he was about to ascend to heaven, he was dragged down. No one could endure that, let alone a hedonistic person like Hao Ritian. His eyes were moist but also somewhat red since he hadn't gotten to vent. Those red eyes glared fiercely at Wei Zhichen, “Let go of me!”

Those four words seemed to practically leap from the slit between his teeth as his gnashed his teeth in anger.

The man's expression didn't move. If not for the heavy, hard object poking at his thigh, Hao Ritian would have thought he wasn't feeling anything.
　
A smile appeared in the man's eyes when he heard him speak. He pressed his body down and bit him lightly on the chest. He asked, his voice a bit vague, “That hungry?”

Hao Ritian was too lazy to respond to him and reached down to solve it himself, but both his hands were tightly restrained and he could only raise his head to ruthlessly bite the man's strong shoulder, “Yes, I'm just that hungry, and you're still not letting the f.u.c.k go?!”

The bite left a distinct bite mark on his shoulder, and even had wisps of blood seeping from the periphery, showing how he didn't show an ounce of mercy.

The man didn't care at all. His eyebrows didn't even wrinkle. He merely gave it a sidelong glance before looking back, still not letting go. He asked somewhat unhappily, “Since you're so hungry, why didn't you come to me?”

Hao Ritian was a little angry from being so unyieldingly held at the gate, but the man's unhappy questioning made his face relax for an instant. He knew it wasn't necessary to be too serious at this sort of time. Wasn't one suffering painstakingly him? His relaxed brows carried touches of helplessness, “Of course I haven't gone to you because I was busy. Can you let go now?”
　
Wei Zhichen, of course, knew that he was saying this to fool him. Busy? Could he be busier than him who was managing the Wei corporation?

But facing his inundating, s.h.i.+mmering eyes, his heart was moved and he no longer had the desire to oppose him. He instantly loosened his hand and very skillfully rubbed for a while before releasing the shackles of his hands.

“Hmm…” Hao Ritian couldn't help but release a sticky, nasally sound. His mind blanked for a moment and his body instantly went weak. That divine feeling could really become addictive.

Before his spirit could return from the aftertaste, he was teased deeply again and Hao Ritian did his utmost to cooperate. But who would've thought, the man would stir his whole body into a fever, and yet again, stop at the final leg. He really wanted to beat someone up now!

And so, he really hit him, landing a punch on the man's chest, “Are you done yet?”

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