Zhou Chaosheng let out a low chuckle.
"How do you want to fck?"
Before Jiang Yuanye could answer, the ground beneath them jolted fiercely.
The tree, firm like a boulder, shuddered, and the branch pressed under Jiang Yuanye’s muddied hand snapped in two with a sharp crack.
"Ah...!"
Zhou Chaosheng lowered his head, brushing a teasing kiss against the corner of Jiang Yuanye’s lips, voice low and dripping with wickedness.
"Is it like this you want to get fucked?"
Creak.
Another branch broke under the violent rhythm.
The tree swayed slightly. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopy, falling in scattered fragments onto Jiang Yuanye’s flushed, sweating skin. His lashes trembled, scattering tiny drops of light.
Zhou Chaosheng lifted his gaze, staring deeply into that ocean of molten amber.
An ocean not calm, but raging, surging, trembling with wave after wave of ripples.
Zhou Chaosheng gripped Jiang Yuanye’s ankle firmly, his voice dark and magnetic, slow and tempting:
"Or... like this?"
"Shut up..."
Jiang Yuanye gritted his teeth, a muffled groan slipping out from between them.
Unable to fight back, he retaliated by biting Zhou Chaosheng’s shoulder fiercely.
"Hiss... Are you a freakin dog?"
"A dog fcks better than you."
Zhou Chaosheng’s eyes dimmed, dark with desire.
He lowered his gaze, looking at the stubborn figure clinging to him, and let out a dangerous laugh.
"Is that so?"
Jiang Yuanye, realizing the danger too late, still refused to back down, gasping out:
"Yeah... you're slow as fck... ah!"
Before he could finish cursing, Zhou Chaosheng thrust into him hard, so deep and sudden that Jiang Yuanye's breath hitched into a broken cry.
But Zhou Chaosheng didn’t give him any chance to catch his breath, he sealed Jiang Yuanye’s mouth with a fierce kiss, swallowing all of his protests.
They said a defiant mouth was the best aphrodisiac and Jiang Yuanye’s every word fanned the fire even hotter.
Grinding, thrusting, biting.
Zhou Chaosheng fcked him ruthlessly, claiming him inch by inch like a conqueror devouring surrendered land.
Jiang Yuanye’s body flushed scarlet, brows and eyes misted with sweat, his amber-colored gaze clouded with a heavy, wet haze, looking even more fuckable than when dragged out of the sea.
Just a glance was enough to make anyone want to ruin him completely.
"Still think I’m slow?"
Zhou Chaosheng’s movements became merciless, pistoning into him faster, harder, each thrust slamming deep, sending Jiang Yuanye’s body shuddering uncontrollably against the tree.
Broken moans spilled from Jiang Yuanye’s throat without restraint, trembling in the sun-dappled air.
When climax slammed into him, his toes curled tightly, veins and tendons bulging clear against his ankles still smeared with seawater and mud.
He gasped and writhed helplessly, nails clawing into Zhou Chaosheng’s shoulders and back, leaving deep, raw scratches.
Their bodies, slick with sweat and seawater, slipped and slid against each other, desperate and messy.
"You... fck... ah!"
"Bastard...!"
Zhou Chaosheng didn’t let up, he slowed only slightly, grinding against Jiang Yuanye’s most sensitive spot on purpose, rotating his hips with wicked precision.
Each teasing grind made Jiang Yuanye whimper low in his throat, helpless and trembling.
Unable to stop himself, he bit Zhou Chaosheng hard again and again, trying to punish him, trying to tell him this isn’t fair.
But what would have been fair?
Jiang Yuanye’s mind fogged over.
He instinctively leaned close to Zhou Chaosheng’s ear, biting it sharply.
"Zhou Chaosheng, you’re a jerk.."
His voice was hoarse and trembling.
But after a pause, he pressed even closer and whispered, almost inaudibly:
"But... I love you."
At that moment, sunlight seemed to pierce straight through Zhou Chaosheng’s heart, burning away all the shadows and fears left from his childhood.
He became strong. Brave. Invincible.
As if nothing could ever defeat him again.
Except for the love Jiang Yuanye gave him.
In the thick silence afterward, their bodies entangled tightly, they kissed again — messy, wet, full of fierce longing.
At one point, Jiang Yuanye felt something hot drip onto his skin.
He froze slightly, then realized:
It was a tear. Zhou Chaosheng’s tear sliding down and pooling against his chest, right above his racing heart.
Very suddenly, he heard the voice that was always so smooth and composed now rough, broken with emotion.
The man who had never been good at showing his feelings finally tore down all his defenses, pulling Jiang Yuanye tightly against him, whispering close to his ear:
"I also..."
Before the words could even finish, a kiss, almost reverent, fell softly onto Jiang Yuanye’s eyelids.
"I love you."
"Really, fcking love you so much..."
---
"Hey, guess what those two are doing right now?" Zhao Xiaohui leaned against the Land Rover, hands in his pockets, a piece of grass picked up from somewhere dangling from his mouth, asking vaguely.
"Who knows." Gu Qingqiu looked toward the forest and sighed leisurely, "Outdoor sex?"
Zhao Xiaohui let out a wow, then excitedly nudged Gu Qingqiu with his elbow, lowered his voice and said, "I think so too!" He paused, then grinned roguishly, "Qingqiu, who do you think is on top?"
Gu Qingqiu glanced at the inexplicably excited Zhao Xiaohui and said amusedly, "What do you think?"
"I think... it must be Chaosheng on top."
"Why?"
"Is that even a question? Just based on the energy he had,having just escaped death, yet immediately trapping Jiang Yuanye in the forest for two hours without coming out. How could he not be the top?"
Gu Qingqiu nodded, showing agreement.
The reason was simple. Based on his understanding of Zhou Chaosheng since childhood, Zhou Chaosheng's possessiveness and desire for control were far more inclined toward dominating rather than submitting. Moreover, this domination likely wasn't just about occupying a unique place in Jiang Yuanye's heart; even Jiang Yuanye's time and thoughts could be completely and thoroughly taken over by him. Even Jiang Yuanye's own possessiveness would be no exception.
"Where is Xiaosheng? Where is my son?"
A familiar voice interrupted Gu Qingqiu's thoughts. He looked up and saw Zhou Chaosheng's mother, He Xiaowei, speaking, with Zhou Yuanbo beside her, his arm around her shoulders and a grave expression on his face.
Zhao Xiaohui and Gu Qingqiu instinctively exchanged glances, both seeing panic and nervousness in each other's eyes.
"Crap."
Zhao Xiaohui cursed under his breath and quickly ran over with Gu Qingqiu.
"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, please rest assured, your son is fine, it's just..."
The rescue worker hesitated, and He Xiaowei immediately asked, "Just what? Speak quickly," completely losing the composed elegance she usually displayed as a lady of a prestigious family. These years, after repeatedly receiving news of her son's life being in danger, she had been tormented into a constant state of fear and anxiety, unable to eat or sleep properly, afraid she would one day wake up to lose him.
Even though Zhou Yuanbo was anxious, he still spoke in a gentle tone to comfort his terrified wife, "It's okay, Xiaowei. I heard from them that Chaosheng is blessed with great fortune. He didn't hit anything while falling..."
He Xiaowei, overwhelmed with sorrow, couldn't hear any of the comforting words and cried with her face in her hands, "But he jumped off such a high cliff..."
"Mrs. Zhou, don't worry. President Zhou is really fine. It's just... he has something he needs to take care of..."
"What could be so important that he wouldn't even go to the hospital?" He Xiaowei was heartbroken and anxious. "Never mind that, just tell me where he is now. I..."
"Uncle, Auntie." Zhao Xiaohui bent down, hands on his knees, panting.
Zhou Yuanbo looked up and saw Zhao Xiaohui and Gu Qingqiu approaching, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Xiaohui, Qingqiu, thank you both."
"It's no trouble at all," Gu Qingqiu quickly replied.
Zhou Yuanbo thanked them, then asked, "Qingqiu, where is Chaosheng? Where did he go?"
"Uh, he..."
Gu Qingqiu got stuck, but Zhao Xiaohui quickly improvised and said, "Uncle, Chaosheng was just sent to the hospital by our people."
"Hospital?" Zhou Yuanbo felt something was off but couldn't put his finger on it. "When did this happen? Why wasn't I informed?"
Zhao Xiaohui hadn't expected Zhou Yuanbo to have someone relaying updates from the scene in real time. He almost slipped up and immediately broke into a cold sweat, his mind racing. Just as he was about to use another lie to patch it up, a rustling sound came from the bushes not far away.
"Young Master Zhou!"
"It's Young Master Zhou! He's back..."
"Hey, who's that in Young Master Zhou's arms?"
"Uh, could it be..."
Zhao Xiaohui and Gu Qingqiu both instantly broke out in cold sweat, each thinking: We're screwed.
They stiffly turned their heads toward the sound.
The good news was, Jiang Yuanye was completely wrapped in a large coat, hiding his face and the exposed kiss marks. The bad news was, Zhou Yuanbo's face instantly darkened, and he even cursed under his breath, "This brat, is he thinking with his dick?"
Zhao Xiaohui: "..."
Gu Qingqiu: "..."
At first, He Xiaowei was extremely emotional and relieved to see Zhou Chaosheng unharmed. But then she noticed the figure protected in Zhou Chaosheng's arms whose bone structure and physique clearly showed male features and turned to ask Zhou Yuanbo in confusion, "Dear, do you know who that person in Xiaosheng's arms is?"
Zhou Yuanbo: "..."
"Dear?" He Xiaowei called again.
"...Don't know." Zhou Yuanbo had no intention of cleaning up the mess his son had made. He decided to stay out of it and let his son explain himself. "I just heard others say that this kid apparently jumped down after him to save him."
He Xiaowei was a little surprised, her gaze inevitably moving back and forth between her own son and the man who saved him, then focusing on the sight of Zhou Chaosheng effortlessly holding a man about the same height and build. both around 1.8 meters, in a princess carry.
"Dear..."
Zhou Yuanbo’s inner irritation reached its peak when he saw Zhou Chaosheng come out of the forest carrying a man. But when his wife asked him again, he suppressed all his negative emotions, lowered his head, and responded gently, "I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Our son..." He Xiaowei watched with her own eyes as her son, with a rarely seen expression of tenderness and satisfaction on his face, strode over to the open car door, carefully placed the person he was holding inside, covered him tightly with a blanket, shielding him completely from everyone’s view, and only then gently closed the car door.
"Does he like that person?"
Zhou Yuanbo: "!!!"
Zhao Xiaohui: "!!!"
Gu Qingqiu: "!!!"
"Wife, what... what did you just say?"
He Xiaowei inexplicably gave Zhou Yuanbo a glance, her eyes seeming to carry a hint of disdain, then said calmly, "I said, does our son like that kid?"
Zhou Yuanbo: "....."