Husband, Spend Some Gold Coins

Xie Qi regretted blurting out what he was thinking. To be honest, even if he had a reaction, he wouldn’t want others to see it.

Suddenly, Xie Qi remembered a time in junior high school when he went to the bathhouse to shower. Because he was shy, he wore shorts in the public bathhouse. However, an older boy quietly told him that no one else wore them, and he would stand out more if he did. Despite many older men glancing at him, Xie Qi insisted on keeping his shorts on.

The situation now was similar. Actually, Qin Yizhi shouldn’t have covered up. Once he did, he would be discovered.

Moreover, at first, Xie Qi thought Qin Yizhi was trying to sit up.

His reaction was oddly youthful. Xie Qi thought Qin Yizhi didn’t feel this kind of thing.

He thought about it and asked naturally, “Are you still a virgin?”

Qin Yizhi grabbed his wrist, placed it on his waist, and said coldly, “Just keep massaging, don’t worry about the rest.”

Xie Qi wondered, was Qin Yizhi embarrassed and angry? It seemed so, but even if he was, there was no need to be embarrassed, right? Because he himself was the same and many people did. Compared to the chaos in his life, it was truly remarkable that Qin Yizhi could be so clean at his age.

Xie Qi felt this way because back in junior high, he overheard boys behind him discussing that matter. It disgusted him.

In theory, men should find it exciting, but he found it repulsive. This reaction wasn’t right.

But intimacy should come naturally in close relationships. And those boys clearly weren’t close; they were just curious. That was why Xie Qi felt repulsed and somewhat blasphemous about discussing something intimate with others.

He continued to massage Qin Yizhi’s waist as if nothing had happened. Qin Yizhi’s skin was very pale, almost cold. In the light, the coldness of his skin resembled ice and snow, exceptionally prominent. Most people’s skin, no matter how pale, had a hint of warmth in the light, but not Qin Yizhi.

Xie Qi’s fingers on Qin Yizhi’s skin felt warm, tinged with a blush, making Qin Yizhi’s skin seem even paler. When he withdrew his hand, the faint bluish mark on Qin Yizhi’s waist became more pronounced.

Despite his vigorous massage, Qin Yizhi remained unfazed. In fact, Xie Qi was quite impressed. He casually remarked, “Your waist isn’t sensitive. If it was me, I’d find it unbearable.”

Qin Yizhi turned his face slightly to look at him.

That gaze compelled Xie Qi to say a few more words, “I have sensitive spots on my neck and waist. If touched, I can’t help but laugh.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Yizhi suddenly reached out and gently touched Xie Qi’s waist. Xie Qi looked at him and said, “That’s not how it should be. It tickles only when flesh touches flesh.”

Qin Yizhi didn’t move and wanted to take back his hand.

Xie Qi hesitated for a moment, glanced at Qin Yizhi’s terrible pinch marks and bruises, and felt a twinge of guilt. He reached out, took Qin Yizhi’s hand in his own, gently lifted his clothes, and placed Qin Yizhi’s hand on his skin.

As soon as Qin Yizhi’s hand touched his soft and smooth waist, Xie Qi couldn’t help but laugh. His tiger-like teeth peeked out briefly as it lightly bit his full, red lips.

Xie Qi’s voice trembled with laughter as he softly said, “It’s really itchy.”

Qin Yizhi’s thumb gently rubbed and caressed Xie Qi’s smooth skin, as if handling a piece of jade.

Xie Qi couldn’t keep calm for long and soon broke into a wide smile, revealing his white teeth. He tried hard to contain his laughter, saying, “…Alright, I’ll consider it an apology and let you pinch my waist.”

Worried about Qin Yizhi’s strength, Xie Qi quickly added, “Be gentle, I’m a bit afraid of pain.”

But inwardly, he wondered if Qin Yizhi was also afraid of pain.

Suddenly feeling guilty, Xie Qi changed his tone, “It’s okay, it’s up to you to pinch me.”

Instead of squeezing, Qin Yizhi covered Xie Qi’s thin, slender waist with his entire palm. His long, strong fingers lightly pressed into Xie Qi’s soft, white skin. He gazed deeply at the person under his control and whispered, “You’re very thin, do you eat well?”

Xie Qi replied, “Oh, yes, I have a big appetite. I just don’t gain weight easily. Don’t misunderstand.”

Among boys, Xie Qi had a bigger appetite than Fan Qingyue and was considered a hearty eater. Sometimes, when he was really hungry, he could finish four bowls of rice, though usually he settled for two, and they were large bowls.

But after arriving at Qin family’s house, although he and Fan Qingyue usually ate at the dining table most of the time, they still used medium-sized bowls, which usually had to be filled four times. Fan Qingyue always felt full after eating three bowls.

Qin Yizhi didn’t say anything. His eyes slid past his waist and landed on Xie Qi’s abdomen. Xie Qi was still holding his pajamas with one hand. Today he wore a round-necked pullover pajama set that was very loose and made of high-quality material, soft and draping well. He had to grip the entire hem of the clothes in his hands to expose his waistline for Qin Yizhi to touch more easily. If he held just a corner, the pajamas would slip down and cover Qin Yizhi’s hands.

Xie Qi didn’t notice that Qin Yizhi could see almost everything about his waist and abdomen.

Xie Qi’s waist and abdomen were very flat, with a slight softness—obviously slender, but with a hint of fleshiness that gave it a delicate frame. His skin was warm white, healthy, and had a slight tender texture. This tenderness was a natural glow, enhancing its beauty, resembling a piece of mutton-fat jade with a moist texture and a soft touch.

With astonishing absorption power, Qin Yizhi’s hand stayed on Xie Qi’s waist.

Xie Qi waited for a while, but Qin Yizhi didn’t do anything, he couldn’t help but say, “If you’re not going to pinch… then forget it.”

He thought since he had expressed his stance and Qin Yizhi didn’t do anything, it tacitly meant he had abstained.

Fearful that Qin Yizhi might change his mind, Xie Qi immediately let go of his hands, allowing the hem of his clothes to fall down and cover Qin Yizhi’s hands inside his pajamas.

However, Qin Yizhi’s fingers slid slightly and showed no sign of withdrawing his hand.

Xie Qi couldn’t hold back and laughed again, cheeks turning red. His golden eyes were veiled with a light mist, becoming more endearing as they trembled.

His waist softened, and he needed to grasp the bed with his fingers to barely continue kneeling behind Qin Yizhi. He tried to maintain a calm expression, but failed each time. Despite initiating, he was overwhelmed by Qin Yizhi. The large hand lightly touched his waist, stirring an inexplicable emotion in him, causing a slight embarrassment. His voice grew hoarse, “Alright, alright, Qin Yizhi, don’t touch it.”

As he spoke, he reached over and caught Qin Yizhi’s wrist with his fingers, “Seriously, don’t… Hahaha, what are you doing?”

Qin Yizhi suddenly rolled over, pinning Xie Qi beneath him, squeezing Xie Qi’s waist with both hands, and lightly tickling Xie Qi’s sensitive flesh with his fingers, “Hahaha…” Xie Qi struggled to suppress a laugh, “Stop, it tickles.”

Qin Yizhi’s physique was imposing, towering over Xie Qi, effectively covering him.

Xie Qi’s eyes welled with tears, blurring his vision, but he could still feel Qin Yizhi’s dark eyes fixed on him, exuding a deep and dangerous allure that made the hairs on Xie Qi’s neck stand on end.

Now in a panic, Xie Qi didn’t know why but some instinct urged him to escape from Qin Yizhi’s grasp. He couldn’t help but say, “Qin Yizhi… get off me!”

This was so weird, this posture, this gaze.

Xie Qi inexplicably remembered what Li Siwen had said to him.

No, impossible. It was just a joke. Guys played around like this.

But why… why did he have to press in so close? There was barely any space for his legs—it was too intimate.

Qin Yizhi rolled over. His warm breath brushed against Xie Qi’s face, causing him to stiffen. Softening his voice, Xie Qi managed to say, “Husband… can you get up? It’s uncomfortable like this.”

The ticklish sensation was a secondary concern as an inexplicable turmoil rose in Xie Qi’s heart. Xie Qi didn’t notice that Qin Yizhi was still touching his sensitive flesh.

Qin Yizhi’s voice was husky as he murmured, “You know how to call me as your husband now?”

Immediately, Xie Qi remembered that he just called Qin Yizhi by his name. He quickly apologized, “I’m sorry for using the wrong call. I won’t do it again. Please let me go.”

Qin Yizhi didn’t budge, still holding Xie Qi firmly. Xie Qi swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He couldn’t decipher Qin Yizhi’s intentions.

He could feel Qin Yizhi’s gaze like a knife, scanning from his forehead to his eyes, nose bridge, lips, and lingering on his neck with an intense presence.

Xie Qi felt a chill down his spine.

Qin Yizhi’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his teeth itching fiercely again. His limbs trembled slightly from the sensation, inadvertently increasing the pressure on Xie Qi. Gazing at Xie Qi’s exquisite face, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

His tongue slid between his sharp teeth, eyes darkening to a depth where no light seemed to penetrate.

His gaze fixed on Xie Qi’s flushed, full lips. Tilting his head slightly, he leaned closer…

Xie Qi couldn’t help but ask, “…What are you going to do?”

Qin Yizhi paused, noticing the tremor in Xie Qi’s eyes, the hint of red at their corners, and the slight twitching of his lips—clear signs of fear.

Qin Yizhi: “…”

Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, but finally, Qin Yizhi released his grip, stood up, and let go of Xie Qi.

Xie Qi breathed a sigh of relief, courage returning. He couldn’t help but quip to Qin Yizhi, “Be gentle with your little wife; you’ve frightened me.”

Qin Yizhi turned away coldly, saying, “I can’t promise that.”

Xie Qi, “…”