A Good-for-Nothing

117. Marathon Sex (1)

 

Translator: Dragon Rider

 

It had been a hectic day, and He Zheng, who had only had a bread bought in a convenience store, was now literally starving and had totally forgotten what he’d said to Li Zong previously in the Supernaturalism Management Bureau (SMB). On returning home, he threw himself onto the sofa without even taking off his shoes, looking as if he had died from fatigue.

The clock on the wall showed half past seven. The pitch-black night sky outside was also a concrete proof that it was indeed getting late.

Li Zong, after tossing another glance at He Zheng lying like a salted fish on the sofa, began to unbutton his shirt. Although He Zheng was terribly exhausted, he wasn’t really unconscious, and he was still wondering how this man, after merely a glance at the body, had come to know Zhao Yao was the person they should go to.

“What are you doing?” He Zheng twisted his head aside to look at Li Zong.

Li Zong was gracefully rolling his sleeves to his upper arms. Then he walked up to He Zheng and bent from the waist to fish something to eat out of the drawer of the teapoy for He Zheng.

Ever since He Zheng had returned from the Qingwei Sect, there had been very few occasions when the two of them could spend some time together like this. Watching Li Zong’s broad back and narrow waist, which were beneath his shirt and approximately formed an inverted triangle, He Zheng felt his heart give a lurch.

He briefly tilted his head, picked himself up with his knees on the sofa, and then limply twined himself up to Li Zong’s back. Caught off guard, Li Zong nearly lost his balance due to He Zheng’s body weight.

“I’m tired, and also hungry.” He Zheng was unaware that he was acting like a spoiled child. In fact, his voice sounded somewhat pitiful, which was fairly surprising.

Originally, Li Zong had intended to give this flat-chested little guy “a real dressing down”, who had misbehaved and also taken action without his permission, but after hearing this tone, he no longer had the heart to do so.

Besides, He Zheng had always been like this: doing whatever he felt like doing regardless of other people’s feelings.

Li Zong reached out his hand backwards and gave He Zheng a gentle pinch on the cheek.

“Aren’t you hungry? I’ll go and cook something for you.”

He Zheng had guessed this a moment ago when he’d seen Li Zong rolling up his sleeves. He Zheng wanted to nod immediately, but then he recalled that earlier this day Li Zong must have directly hurried to the First High School after leaving SMB, and then gone to Qin family, that Li Zong hadn’t had any rest either. As a result, He Zheng, on second thought, had Li Zong sit down with him on the sofa and said, “Don’t bother. It’s too much trouble. Let’s just order that takeout thing.”

“And there’s something I want to ask you about.” He Zheng flicked a glance at Li Zong.

The two of them were sitting against each other, but Li Zong suddenly parted his legs and He Zheng bodily fell into his embrace. Li Zong, seeing him hold back the words on the tip of his tongue, asked, “What is it?”

He Zheng, unable to restrain his curiosity, heedless of the positions of the two of them, directly sat onto Li Zong’s lap, twisted around, unblinkingly eyed Li Zong’s face and then couldn’t help but reach out his hand to give him a poke in the cheek. “How did you come to know so quickly that Zhao Yao was the one we should go to if a breakthrough was to be made?”

He Zheng expectantly waited for Li Zong to give him a mind-boggling answer. After all, it was only normal for this man to say something like that. Beneath He Zheng’s gaze of excited anticipation, Li Zong spoke.

“Back then, you’d already queried all others involved in the case, hadn’t you? Zhao Yao was the only one you hadn’t investigated.”

He Zheng fell speechless.

“That’s right,” he mumbled.

There were only a couple of people involved. Apart from Qin Huai’s niece, there was no other interested party.

Li Zong was a trifle amused to see He Zheng’s cute thoughtful face. As a result, he considerately refrained from telling He Zheng his analysis: for example, he had discovered that Liu Lanxue’s soul had been devoured by something, and there’d been no ghost Qi on her body, which meant that it definitely hadn’t been the doing of some ghost, and this had been the reason why he’d decided to go and see Zhao Yao. He waited quietly to see He Zheng’s reaction.

As expected, in the next instant, He Zheng, believing this was the truth, lapsed into deep frustration. He felt that he was so stupid. For the first time, He Zheng found himself exceptionally foolish and with that a warm blush rose to his cheeks. He Zheng gave an unnatural cough, pushed Li Zong aside and intended to return to the bedroom.

He was unaware that the shirt he was wearing, which clearly didn’t fit; the flush on his cheeks; and what had happened earlier this morning – all these were a hint in Li Zong’s eyes.

He Zheng was still rising from the sofa when Li Zong drew him back.

It was rumored that Li Zong of SMB was quite unapproachable, that there had been many occasions when a Yōkai in human form or a spirit of a magic treasure he’d met during a task had fallen in love with him and thrown themselves at him, but Li Zong had never been involved in any gossips.

As a result, Li Zong’s reputation for being icy was just as wide as his reputation as an extraordinary exorcist.

Though afterwards news had spread that Li Zong was gay, nobody had ever seen Li Zong dating any men.

However, the one who married him knew the truth.

After moving in with Li Zong, He Zheng distinctly felt how stupid it was to judge people by their appearance. In the past, he had disliked Li Zong, because Li Zong’s achievements were so enviable, but after he married Li Zong, he’d come to know that it was totally not what he’d expected. ‘They say Li Zong is as cold as an iceberg? Ha ha. This ‘iceberg’ has just stretched his hands into my clothes. I doubt any of them has ever seen an ‘iceberg’ so skilled in doing this kind of thing,’ thought He Zheng.

Of course, He Zheng was also not an inexperienced schoolboy. Li Zong raised He Zheng’s chin and kissed him. With that, He Zheng felt somewhat aroused. The last time the two of them made out, since there’d been no condom in the apartment, they’d masturbated each other. This time, He Zheng directly sat onto Li Zong’s waist. When he lowered his head to look at Li Zong, he felt that the unapproachable air about Li Zong was considerably thinner than usual, which made Li Zong seem more real.

He Zheng held Li Zong’s cheeks and kissed him. “I’ll do it.”