When the lovemaking finished, Feng Zhi kissed Yang Huaijin.
Yang Huaijin pushed away the person on top of him, attempting to turn over. “Stop it, I want to sleep.”
“Don’t you want to talk to me about something?” Feng Zhi didn’t forget the purpose of coming here today.
“Carry me to the shower.” The person who couldn’t fall asleep started giving orders.
“You really…” Feng Zhi felt helpless yet found it amusing. “A vibrator doesn’t have a shower function.”
Yang Huaijin lazily buried his head into the pillow. “Then I’ll switch to a different vibrator.”
“…” Feng Zhi sighed and lifted him up. “Okay, not only does it have a shower function, but also a massage bathtub function.”
Feng Zhi carried him to the bathroom and gently washed Yang Huaijin’s body.
Yang Huaijin’s skin was very fair, and the black tattoos stood out prominently. Feng Zhi ran water over Yang Huaijin’s body, his gaze unconsciously drawn to the flame tattoo behind his neck.
His fingers touched the back of Yang Huaijin’s neck. “Why the flame pattern?”
“Don’t touch,” Yang Huaijin swatted away Feng Zhi’s hand.
Feng Zhi stopped moving erratically. “I don’t remember the past, all my memories are chaotic. It’s said that a bullet injured a region of my brain related to memory. The human body can heal itself, but trauma is irreversible. The brain only grows new tissue, it won’t revive the necrotic parts. I don’t remember anything from the past, I don’t know if we broke up or if something went wrong between us. I can’t recall anything. Amnesia caused by neural damage is different from amnesia caused by a head injury. The memories I lost may never come back.”
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“…” Yang Huaijin was silent.
“P’nf jrxfv wjcs qfbqif ktb xcfk wf yjmx atfc, yea cb bcf xcbkr P bcmf tjv jc Ywfuj. P gfjiis kjca ab xcbk ktja tjqqfcfv.”
“C-ple…” Tjcu Lejlplc ecmbcrmlberis eaafgfv j cjwf, tlr ujhf vgloalcu lcab atf vlrajcmf, ibra lc wfwbglfr bo atf vlrajca qjra.
Mfcu Itl qbcvfgfv obg j wbwfca, yea ralii mjeuta atf qgbcecmljalbc bo ‘C-ple’ ogbw Tjcu Lejlplc. Lf kjr qehhifv. “Qtb lr C-ple?”
Splash!
The sound of water echoed as Yang Huaijin suddenly turned around, looking very displeased. “It’s no one!”
“What’s wrong?” Feng Zhi moved to pull him.
“Nothing, we’re done, you can leave now.”
Yang Huaijin stood up, ready to get out of the bathtub, but Feng Zhi grabbed his wrist. With his footing unstable, he fell into Feng Zhi’s arms.
Water splashed all over them.
Feng Zhi gripped Yang Huaijin’s shoulders and pressed him against the edge of the bathtub. “Do you really think of me as just a vibrator?”
Yang Huaijin’s expression turned sour, but he didn’t say anything. His emotions had been off these past few days, and hearing Feng Zhi bring up old matters made him explode internally, although it wasn’t intentional on his part. “Let go of me.”
“No.” Feng Zhi put on a stubborn expression, pressing down on Yang Huaijin. His damp hands reached for Yang Huaijin’s hair tips. “Your hair is all wet. Let me wash it for you before I leave?”
The warm water flowed, curling Yang Huaijin’s hair towards the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead. He closed his eyes, reflecting on his recent bad temper. After all… it wasn’t Feng Zhi’s fault, was it? Why was he angry with him? Feng Zhi didn’t remember the past, didn’t know what happened, and… wasn’t his A-jiu anymore.
“Afterward, you looked for me, right? Five years ago.” Feng Zhi carefully helped Yang Huaijin rinse off the foam from his head, his movements very gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me all these years?”
“What difference would it make if I did tell you?” A blob of foam slid down from Yang Huaijin’s forehead along the water flow. “After living for thirty years, suddenly someone tells you that when you were eighteen, you married a wife in the countryside, and now you have to take responsibility for her?” He tried to speak calmly or make a joke with an indifferent tone, but unfortunately, his words still turned into a sharp thorn.
“How do you know I don’t want to take responsibility?”
Yang Huaijin reached out to wipe off the foam from his forehead, opened his eyes, and gave Feng Zhi a cold look. “I don’t need it.”
“Feng Zhi, the past is the past, and the present is the present. Now, you are not the person I knew.” He turned his face away. “Between us, besides pheromones, there’s nothing else. You have amnesia, I know, and I haven’t disturbed your life, nor do I need you to take responsibility for me. I don’t want anything beyond physical relations with you, and you don’t need to look into my past anymore.”
“…”
Feng Zhi felt like he should be upset, but seeing Yang Huaijin’s expression made his heart ache.
The two of them stood silently facing each other for a while. Feng Zhi lowered his gaze and said, “Don’t move, your hair isn’t rinsed clean yet.”
The water flowed smoothly over the scalp and shoulders, and the bad mood seemed to be somewhat comforted. Yang Huaijin let the water flow over his forehead, eyebrows, and corners of his eyes, with a tear mingling in, unnoticed by Feng Zhi or even Yang Huaijin himself. He had been through too much pain to cry anymore.
As Feng Zhi’s palm followed the flow of water from Yang Huaijin’s hair, passing over his shoulders and back, washing hair turned into something else entirely.
When Feng Zhi’s fingers invaded the back of Yang Huaijin’s neck, Yang Huaijin quickly realized that he was once again trapped between Feng Zhi and the bathtub. Feng Zhi’s combat experience was so extensive that he didn’t leave any room for Yang Huaijin to escape.
“What are you doing?” Yang Huaijin asked.
“There’s still something in there, I’ll help you wash it off.”
“No need, you can leave!”
“I’ll help you finish washing and then I’ll go.”
“Mm…” Yang Huaijin’s body, already accustomed to surrendering, yielded first, his refusal becoming weak. “Damn it, bastard.”
“Yeah, I am,” Feng Zhi said, lips nibbling on Yang Huaijin’s ear. “I took advantage of the situation, with ill intentions. I’m a thorough bastard…”
Yang Huaijin felt that Feng Zhi’s voice was too close to his ear, so close that he couldn’t hear what the other person was saying clearly. He only felt that the wet and warm tongue licking his ear made his whole ear turn red with heat.
This ‘bastard’ skillfully disarmed Yang Huaijin’s defenses, gradually drawing him in until he was completely engulfed by Yang Huaijin’s body, revealing a fierce demeanor.
Feng Zhi pressed down on Yang Huaijin, moving slowly and deeply, while using his lips and hands to tease the sensitive parts of Yang Huaijin’s body relentlessly. Yang Huaijin was rendered weak all over, struggling in the water, unsure whether he wanted to refuse or to seek more. Given his already frail condition and the late hour combined with the intensity of their previous encounter, he had no strength left to resist and could only let the other person have their way.
“Yang Huaijin, whether you see me as a vibrator, a friend with benefits, or anything else, I see you as my Omega. I won’t harm my Omega, so I don’t believe there’s any irreparable rift between us. When I see you unhappy, it pains me. Even though I’ve lost my memories, my heart tells me that I must have loved you deeply back then.”
Yang Huaijin’s body trembled as he leaned his forehead against the edge of the bathtub, panting. He tried to push away Feng Zhi’s hands teasing him, unsure whether he wanted to reject the desire or refuse to listen to Feng Zhi’s words.
“You said, the past is the past, the present is the present, but you’re just closing yourself off in the past, unwilling to face the present,” Feng Zhi continued, “I can’t restore my memories, I can’t give you back the person you want, but I am who I am, and you can’t return to the past either.”
Ah, I think Feng Zhi has finally hit the nail on the head.
Thank you for the translation