How to Survive as a Villain - 149
Chapter 149: Learn More About A Sleepless Night.
Xiao YuAn covered his face with one hand, taking some time to calm his breathing. When he finally lowered his hand, he mumbled something and then said: “Yan-ge, I just think that after I made you wait for an answer for so long, if I give you such a simple reply, then I will be too insensitive…”
Yan HeQing held Xiao YuAn’s shoulder with one hand, while with the other hand, which was still holding the flute, he started opening Xiao YuAn’s undergarments. Then, Yan HeQing slowly slid the flute down Xiao YuAn’s abdomen, making a slow circle around his belly button, only to gradually go down to his lower body.
Xiao YuAn blushed, and when he was about to stop Yan HeQing’s mischievous hand, he saw Yan HeQing leaning over his ear. Yan HeQing’s voice was raspy and his breath was slightly hot: “Since a simple answer would make you look too insensitive, then would it be too insensitive of me if I press you against the bed? If I make you tremble with pleasure until you can’t cry anymore, to the point in which you’ll have to beg for mercy, until you can give a concise answer? Would that make you seem less insensitive?”
Xiao YuAn: “…..”
‘Damn, why couldn’t I figure out the essence of the 300 quotes of a Tyrannical President at that time? But you’re able to say such golden sentences the moment you open your mouth?’
Xiao YuAn: “T-th-this, m-m-me, y-yo-you, h-h-he….”
Yan HeQIng: “…… He?”
Xiao YuAn: “Nonono! It’s not ‘he’! It’s your hand! Your Hand!”
Yan HeQing withdrew his hand and hugged Xiao YuAn tightly. While resting his forehead on Xiao YuAn’s shoulder, he said: “I always feel like this is just a dream, and that if I wake up, you’ll be gone.”
Xiao YuAn’s throat constricted as he reached out to stroke Yan HeQing’s back: “Yan-ge….”
Yan HeQing interrupted him and continued: “When we parted ways in the Northern Kingdom, you left with such determination, and at the time I felt that this was the way it should be. However, now that you’re clearly beside me, I’m worried all day long, afraid that I will lose you.”
Xiao YuAn’s heart was filled with mixed feelings for a moment. ‘How can you speak as if you were an arrogant, cold and ruthless man? When in fact, you’re showing such a soft and tender attitude, as if you were afraid that one single sentence would hurt you?’
Xiao YuAn stretched out his hands and hugged him back: “Yan-ge, I… how about… why don’t you just fuck me?”
Yan HeQing: “……”
Xiao YuAn coughed twice as his eyes shifted around, and then finally said: “Uhm… I just think that after you said all that stuff, then you might as well take action, right? Hu-human efforts can achieve anything1. Yo-you can’t be an empty talker, after all, pr-…. practice is the source of knowledge! It’s the driving force of cognitive development! It’s a standard to test whether the knowledge is correct or not! It’s the ultimate goal of knowledge!”
Yan HeQing couldn’t bear it any longer as he pressed Xiao YuAn down and fiercely kissed him on the lips. When the kiss ended, Xiao YuAn was short of breath and his chest was violently moving up and down. Then, when his clothes were torn open, and his bare snow-white chest was half exposed, Yan HeQing nibbled on his collarbone and shoulders trying to calm himself. As he relaxed his breath, Yan HeQing showed an extremely patient expression on his face as he backed away.
Xiao YuAn’s voice was still trembling as he asked: “Wh-what’s wrong?”
Yan HeQing scolded himself angrily, covered his mouth with one hand and said: “Not tonight….”
“Ah, yes, you’re going to lead the army to war tomorrow morning, right?” Xiao YuAn sat up on the bed as he fixed his clothes.
‘Wait, shouldn’t I be the one who’s worried about not being able to get up?’
As if understanding Xiao YuAn’s doubts, Yan HeQing put his hand on Xiao YuAn’s head, and while rubbing his temples, he said: “Leaving aside one sleepless night. For the next few days, I’ll be thinking about you all the time, and I’ll be unable to think about anything else.”
‘A sleepless night?!’
‘A whole night? Is that what he understood?!’
Inexplicably, Xiao YuAn remembered the episode in which Yan HeQing ‘spent’ a whole night with ten women in the original work, and his face suddenly became unnatural.
‘Can we go back? Can we stop “practicing”? How about I give you an answer instead? Communication is very important after all!’
Yan HeQing’s face showed reluctance as he impatiently weighed the pros and cons inside his mind.
Xiao YuAn thought about it for a moment, patted him on his shoulder and said: “Yan-ge, you can go. I’ll be here anyway, so I won’t leave you. I’ll wait for you to come back, and when you come back, we’ll make things clear. I’ll give you a proper reply, and we’ll do everything that we should do.”
Yan HeQing looked at him but didn’t say anything for a long time. He still looked as if he couldn’t wait, so Xiao YuAn thought about it and gave him a kiss on the lips.
As soon as Xiao YuAn kissed him, Yan HeQing’s eyes darkened, kissing Xiao YuAn again and again. However, because he was afraid that he won’t be able to control himself, he let Xiao YuAn go back to the physician’s tent.
Since Yan HeQing was in a bad mood, he poured cold water on his body to calm himself down.
Aldhakdhsksh XYA was all brave acting like ‘well if you wanna bang me then fucking do it!!’
But then! YHQ insinuated that they will do it all night long and XYA remembered one infamous scene from the original novel, in which I’m sure YHQ’s ‘banging’ abilities were described with detail, and XYA was suddenly thinking that giving an answer was better XD when he doesn’t even know how to reply yet! 😂😂😂😂😂😂
- 事在人为 shì zài rén wéi; It’s a Chinese idiom, it means that nothing is impossible and everything depends on people. / Under certain conditions, whether things can be done or not, it depends on people’s subjective efforts. / When there’s a will, there’s a way. / As long as you work hard, you’ll be able to make a difference. From《东周列国志》(dōng zhōu liè guó zhì), “The Chronicles of the Eastern Zhou Kingdoms”, a historical novel written by (馮夢龍 féng mèng lóng) Feng Menglong [1574-1646], a novelist from the late Ming Dynasty [1368-1644].