Chapter 3210: Saving Zero-Protein Bai Ze's Love Story 11

Bai Ze still didn't utter a refusal, merely struggling to steady his chaotic breath.

In Yiqi's view, silence equals consent; he happily lunged at Bai Ze's chest, his open mouth precisely finding the target.

His nose bumped into the firm, plump muscle, soft yet resilient; Yiqi felt no pain, bit down and refused to let go, his teeth sinking slightly into the flesh, lips and tongue rubbing the spot, wishing he could bury his whole head there.

Bai Ze dared not exert force; Yiqi lay against him, nearly hanging on his body, his breath hot and itchy on the skin. He felt Yiqi's teeth lightly grinding, a terrible numbness spreading from chest to tailbone, his whole waist going limp; he could only lean back into the sofa, his back against the soft cushion barely stabilizing his posture.

A huge sense of shame enveloped him; his usually indifferent face gradually flushed pale red, even his neck faintly tinged pink.

He turned his head aside, staring at the floor lamp beside the sofa, trying to ignore this unprecedented strange feeling, yet his fingers honestly tightened around Yiqi's head, fingertips sinking into the soft hair.

Yiqi completely missed Bai Ze's reaction, contentedly biting; the wet sensation in his mouth made him feel warm all over, like gulping hot cocoa in the depths of winter, ten thousand times tastier than directly nibbling white chocolate.

His appetite was greatly satisfied spiritually; he blissfully tightened his hold on Bai Ze's waist, leaning further into the embrace, secretly thinking, who let Bai Ze deliberately post such tantalizing photos, doesn't he know his appetite was already good?

Yiqi ferociously gnawed from left to right, leaving many light red tooth marks and imprints.

Although Bai Ze was willing in his heart, he had never experienced such an ordeal; he still had to divert attention to embrace the nearly prone Yiqi in his arms, his whole skin turning pink.

When Yiqi finally had his fill and lifted his head, the spots needing medicine were a mess—where medicine should be applied wasn't finished, where no marks should be were all marked; ointment and tooth marks interlaced across that pale skin, looking both disheveled and strangely compelling.

Bai Ze's face still retained an unfaded flush, his cold, aloof eyes somewhat unfocused, as if he hadn't yet recovered from the earlier impact.

Yiqi licked his lips, rested his chin on Bai Ze's shoulder, affectionately nuzzling his face; turning his head, he saw the whip marks on Bai Ze's back and shoulders not yet covered by ointment, his gaze lingering a moment, a pang of heartache rising.

He turned his head, rubbing his cheek against Bai Ze, who still hadn't come to from being bitten, and whispered, "Don't keep everything from me."

Bai Ze slowly returned from his dazed state, tightening his arms around Yiqi, lowering his head to look at the youth in his embrace, his voice a few degrees lower than usual: "Do you dislike people who aren't honest with you?"

Yiqi nodded without hesitation, brows slightly furrowed, showing some resistance: "Of course."

While speaking, he kept rubbing against Bai Ze's neck and throat, his cheek pressed to Bai Ze's warm skin, savoring the sensation as he rubbed the side of the neck twice more.

He still wanted to eat; though he'd eaten his fill, his appetite only grew stronger. He turned, shifted position, lying in Bai Ze's embrace and looking up at him, already calculating whether Bai Ze would agree if he spoke again.

Bai Ze spoke first, his voice a little dry, tinged with unpracticed nervousness and probing: "Do you want me… to sleep with you?"

Yiqi: "?"

How could Bai Ze suddenly say that!

Moreover, how could it be now? This suite's living room doesn't even have a proper bedroom, and outside the hallway there might be club security patrolling— a place devoid of any romance.

Bai Ze knew he was somewhat impulsive, and without waiting for Yiqi's answer, his usually cool expression showed flusteredness, yet he saw Yiqi shyly yet delighted and expectant speak.

"We can sleep platonically!"

This is simply a wonderful night!

Bai Ze watched the eager anticipation leap on his face, feeling both soft-hearted and amused, he reached out and gently pried Yiqi off himself.

Yiqi sprang from the sofa and dashed toward the bedroom, halfway turned back, planted a quick kiss on Bai Ze's cheek, then ran off satisfied.

——

The bedroom in the suite was quickly readied.

Yiqi was still craving; before washing up he had downstairs deliver two chocolate bars, chewing while gazing at the semi‑translucent, misty bathroom glass— Bai Ze showered inside, his blurry tall silhouette reflected on the frosted pane, the water's sound splashing.

Yiqi felt deeply satisfied; sleeping with his fiancé was just right!

After Bai Ze finished washing and came out, Yiqi also hurried to wash up, not wanting to waste a moment; upon returning he opened his mouth to yawn, but halfway through forced it back, staring at Bai Ze seated at the head of the bed.

Bai Ze's pajama collar was buttoned up tight, leaning against the headboard, lost in thought.

Hey, why did you change clothes?

Yiqi then thought, clicked his tongue, and mused that Bai Ze in pajamas was delightfully soft.

He crawled to the inner side of the bed, lay down, pulled the blanket to his chin, looked contentedly at Bai Ze, and said firmly, "Help me turn off the light, thanks."

Bai Ze reached out and pressed the bedside lamp switch. Click.

The room plunged into darkness, only a sliver of night seeping through the curtain gap.

Ten minutes later.

Yiqi pulled the blanket off his face.

He turned his head, quietly shifting a bit toward Bai Ze, then another bit, then another.

Until his body pressed against the warm torso, Bai Ze certainly wasn't asleep yet; in the dark he sensed Yiqi's approaching movement, relaxed his body in response, even slightly turned sideways to give him more space.

But after Yiqi leaned in, he made no further move—just rested his head beside Bai Ze's shoulder to find a comfortable angle, his nose brushing Bai Ze's neck, eyes closed, breathing quickly becoming deep and even, sleeping soundly.

His sleep quality was remarkably good, entering a death‑like slumber within minutes.

Indeed, they slept platonically.

Bai Ze waited a while in the dark, fingertips resting on Yiqi's back, closed his eyes, and let his thoughts sink.

Who would have thought— in the middle of the night.

The nearby movement was too great; Bai Ze jerked awake, opened his eyes to see the person who had been sleeping soundly now tossing and turning— Yiqi seemed to be dreaming, rolling left and right across the bed, twisting the sheets into a braid.

Bai Ze's arm instinctively reached out and scooped; the Yiqi who was about to roll off the bed was firmly caught in his embrace.

Yiqi turned sideways on the bed, the blanket coiled into a clump around his legs, his head hanging off the edge, his arms still clawing at Bai Ze— had Bai Ze not steadied him in time, both could have fallen.

Bai Ze, in that posture, pulled him back toward the pillow's position. Yiqi had no intention of waking; held by Bai Ze's arms he stayed still for a few seconds, then his head tilted to rest on Bai Ze's chest, his cheek rubbing the pajama fabric, then he lay motionless.

Bai Ze exhaled softly, withdrew his hand, smoothed the blanket back over, about to close his eyes and sleep again.

A few seconds later Yiqi launched another attack, octopus‑like, unreasonably entwining Bai Ze from shoulder to knee, his head buried in Bai Ze's neck hollow, nose brushing the collarbone, his whole body practically hanging on Bai Ze.

He was simply incapable of sleeping peacefully.

Bai Ze lay still a while, wondering where Yiqi would roll to; he stayed still, letting Yiqi rub about, and in the rubbing the button of his pajama chest came undone, re‑exposing his torso.

Yiqi paused, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth to bite down.

Bai Ze: "……"

He stared up at the ceiling, has his oral fixation not passed? Why is he so… obsessively fixated.

He blocked Yiqi's face with his palm.

Yiqi kept gnawing and biting at his chest, as if enjoying a feast in a dream when suddenly obstructed; his mouth still pushed forward, but Bai Ze's palm blocked it, refusing to let him succeed.

Ziqi struggled, groaning as he turned over and rolled two more times, finally managing to get around that obstructing hand. Bai Ze eventually still loosened his grip.

In the next second, Ziqi dove back in, opening his mouth to bite the chocolate he had been longing for, earnestly gnawing away nonstop, mumbling, as if tasting some ultimate delicacy.

Bai Ze, in the darkness, silently closed his eyes, wavering for a moment, but ultimately still didn't push the person away, forced to get used to this strange situation, just lying on his side, allowing Ziqi to lie prone on his chest and fall asleep.