He stopped. “Like what?”

“Ah…nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Liu Xiaokai waited for another moment, but Sun Yue had nothing to add, so he left.

BY THIS SECOND meeting, Zhang Weiran could feel something crumbling away. He had, like an idiot apparently, thought that he would be able to maintain some level of morality as he exacted his revenge on the List—but as Xingyu had pointed out, and as was becoming abundantly clear, there was no such thing as maintaining your morality when your end goal was to destroy something. Dig two graves, and all that. Or, in this case, dig three graves.

Weiran had purchased the shovel a while ago, but he for sure had at least a knee-deep hole by now, and—god, now that he had someone just sucking his soul out, he was furiously digging it even deeper.

“Wait—wait—ugh—”

The young man who had his head between Weiran’s legs came up for air. “You okay?”

“Not so h—hard.”

The young man grinned at him. He was older than the last one, and a lot more impish. He smiled like he knew something Weiran didn’t. “No problem, sweetheart.” And he continued with the exact same level of intensity as before.

Asking for this—agreeing to this, going along with this—was a lot easier than Weiran had thought it would be. He didn’t even have to say anything. He sat on the bed, spread his legs—and then this guy handled the rest. He climbed on top of him, unzipped him with his teeth, and then all Weiran had to do was imagine it was Xingyu’s mouth around him, Xingyu’s hands touching him, and his body was wracked with pleasure.

“You can pull my hair if you want.”

“N—no, your hair is—hah—”

“Curly?” He was smiling at Weiran again, almost laughing at him. “What, the guy you’re thinking about has straight hair?” He slid his mouth back onto Weiran without waiting for an answer and Weiran swore.

It wasn’t as if Weiran was a virgin. He was far from it—the first time he gave someone a blow job when he was in high school, the first time he received a blow job not long after that, and then he had sex for the first time about a month after that. He’d had sex lots of times. It was just that…well, since meeting Xingyu, he hadn’t met up with anyone, and the only ‘sex’ he’d had was with his hands or whatever poor pillow was closest enough to be grabbed and rammed into oblivion.

But right now, he really did feel like a virgin.

How long had it been since he’d accidentally committed himself to abstinence? Too long—and now even the slightest touch from this guy was almost enough to make Weiran lose control.