Unexpectedly, Ding Yixin grabbed him firmly by the back of the neck.
Ding Yixin fiercely seized Rong Xingyu’s lips and grinding against them with force.
His other hand was locked tightly around Rong Xingyu’s waist, leaving him unable to move.
Ding Yixin looked as though he wanted to knead Rong Xingyu into his own body, yet also as though he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him whole, fusing them completely into one.
In the past, even at their most intense, Ding Yixin had always maintained a asure of restraint.
But this kiss seed to have slipped out of control.
Rong Xingyu was startled, yet he still lifted his head and obediently endured it.
Only when a sharp pain spread across his lips did Rong Xingyu let out a soft, pained whimper.
It was then that Ding Yixin seed to suddenly snap out of it.
He looked at Rong Xingyu lying beneath him, gasping for breath.
Rong Xingyu’s lips had already beco slightly swollen from that fierce kiss.
Yet he still insisted on lifting his head to look at Ding Yixin.
In Rong Xingyu’s eyes was his reliance on Ding Yixin, along with a faint trace of worry.
Ding Yixin: "..."
He couldn’t help cursing himself inwardly for losing control just now.
Then Ding Yixin bent down once more and kissed Rong Xingyu’s lips again.
This ti, the kiss was slow and ticulous, gentle to the extre.
Ding Yixin lightly licked the spot on Rong Xingyu’s lips that he had bitten earlier, his fingers interlacing with Rong Xingyu’s, softly rubbing the web between his thumb and forefinger to soothe him.
Rong Xingyu was kissed by him until he felt dazed and unfocused, but when he looked into Ding Yixin’s eyes and caught a glimpse of a rare trace of panic within them, Rong Xingyu’s heart suddenly felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.
That sharp ache instantly cleared his mind.
In that mont, Rong Xingyu suddenly grasped the reason for Ding Yixin’s panic, and his heart ached unbearably.
He had still underestimated just how important he was in Ding Yixin’s heart.
Thinking of Ding Yixin’s intense, almost frightening desire for control over him, Rong Xingyu felt as if his heart had been soaked in sour liquid.
Before this, Rong Xingyu had only felt that Ding Yixin did not trust him enough, and that, on top of that, Ding Yixin had installed such monitoring and location tracking systems on his phone without even asking for his consent, which was why he had been angry.
But now, what Rong Xingyu felt was heartache.
He suddenly realized that he seed never to have made any promises to Ding Yixin, nor had he given Ding Yixin enough reassurance.
And now, he was even forcing Ding Yixin to bear the fear of possibly losing him.
Rong Xingyu couldn’t help but start regretting why he had chosen this mont to confess everything to Ding Yixin.
After the kiss ended, the two of them rested their foreheads against each other, steadying their breathing.
Their scorching breaths were still tangled together, just as inseparable as they had been monts before.
Ding Yixin gazed deeply at Rong Xingyu without speaking.
Rong Xingyu raised both hands and placed them on Ding Yixin’s face, gently stroking it the way Ding Yixin usually did to him.
He also looked into Ding Yixin’s eyes and said, "Don’t worry. I won’t leave you."
Rong Xingyu’s voice was very soft, yet it seed to carry a power that could calm the heart.
"I’ll stay by your side. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you forever."
Hearing Rong Xingyu’s promise, Ding Yixin’s Adam’s apple rolled once.
He looked into Rong Xingyu’s clear, translucent eyes, as if he wanted to say sothing, but in the end his lips only moved slightly, and a single word slipped out.
"Okay."
That night, both Rong Xingyu and Ding Yixin experienced more than one upheaval of the heart.
In the end, the two of them did nothing at all, they simply maintaining their embrace as they drifted into a heavy exhausted sleep.
Until Ding Yixin was suddenly jolted awake by a piercing scream.
Ding Yixin opened his eyes alertly and reached out to grab Rong Xingyu beside him, instinctively assuming a protective posture.
But to his surprise, he failed to grab him, and instead saw Rong Xingyu scoot backward in terror in the opposite direction.
His eyes were wide open and his voice sounded like fingernails scraping against glass. "Y-you... who are you?"
Then, as if he suddenly recognized Ding Yixin, he scread again.
"Ding Yixin?!"
Ding Yixin instantly realized sothing.
His expression darkened and his gaze beca cold and terrifying.
"You... are... Rong... Xing... Yu?"
Ding Yixin stared at him fixedly, enunciating each word.
Unexpectedly, "Rong Xingyu" froze for a mont, then raised his voice. "Of course I’m Rong Xingyu!"
He threw off the blanket and looked at himself, seeing that he was wearing matching sleepwear identical to Ding Yixin’s, and an inexplicable emotion flashed through his eyes.
But when "Rong Xingyu" lifted his head again, looked at Ding Yixin’s face, and revealed a hint of amazent, his emotions were no longer as agitated as they had been when he first woke up.
’’Rong Xingyu’’ rolled his eyes and the mont he climbed out of bed, he crossed his arms and spoke in a bossy, imperious tone: ’Hey, send soone to take ho right now. I’m not staying here.’’
As he changed his clothes, he kept muttering under his breath, ’’Damn it... how did I end up getting mixed up with a villain...’’
Ding Yixin looked at that face that was identical in every way to his beloved’s.
Just last night, that very face had been caressing his own, saying that he would stay by his side forever.
And now, after waking up, the boy he loved deeply had vanished without a trace.
A flash of ruthless cruelty passed through Ding Yixin’s eyes.
Leave?
Before he figured out exactly where Rong Xingyu had gone, how could he possibly let him leave.
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