Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 534: Eating tofu

His baby was carrying so much of the burden for him and he couldn’t be of much help since his arm was broken. He would do anything to make it easy for him including this. Plus he was sexually frustrated. No one knew how hard it was for him to refuse Qie Xieling. He wanted nothing more than to press him against the bed and rip his clothes off but he couldn’t. While Qie Xieling was sleeping things didn’t get easy on him. The way Qie Xieling kept rubbing up against him, that intoxicating scent scratching at his heart and his warm breath tickling his skin was enough to make him go nuts.

He desperately needed an outlet and just like that it dropped at his feet. He crouched down reaching the man’s eye level before asking, "Who sent you?" his voice was low but to those around him, it was like the sound of a demon luring him into a snare before it attacked.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked up at Luo Muchen with a defiant glare. "Why does it matter who sent me? What matters is who I am here to kill," he said before coughing again and continuing, "I am here to kill that hoe of yours. We won’t let that filthy ger bring back the monarch." After that, he spat out some blood and saliva his disgust evident on his face.

Luo Muchen chuckled softly, like a dark villain. He could tolerate being insulted but no one had the right to insult his ger.

Seething in anger he gripped the assassin’s hair and smashed his face to the ground, leaving a dent on the stone floor. He heard a crunch and a scream, but he did not care. He wanted him to suffer, to pay for his filthy and disrespectful mouth, to regret his choice.

"Say it again. Who did you call a hoe?" he threatened, before forcing the assassin to look at him. He wanted to see the fear and pain in his eyes. He wanted to make him beg for mercy.

The assassin gasped and whimpered. He tried to look away, but Luo Muchen held his gaze. He saw the bloodlust and madness in Luo Muchen’s eyes. He knew he was going to die. He shouldn’t have accepted this job. He had severely underestimated the enemy. But it was too late to beg for his life.

He gathered his last strength and courage. He opened his mouth and said, "I-I can tell you who sent sent me."

"You think I can’t guess who is too eager to get him killed? Maybe it’s Master Zi or... maybe Master Lee... better yet it could be Master Bi," he said and when he mentioned Master Bi the Assassin’s pupils constricted. This man was useless to him.

He snarled and flung him across the courtyard. The assassin hit the wall with a loud thud and slid down to the ground. He did not move. He did not breathe. He was dead.

The elders, who had been watching the scene in silence narrowed their eyes. They hadn’t been with Luo Muchen long enough to gauge him. As he fought through the arena they were impressed that he could stand his ground with just one arm but that wasn’t enough for them. They needed someone just as ruthless and bloodthirsty as them to stand by Qie Xieling’s side if he was going to take on all the families. Now, having witnessed this they had nothing to worry about.

When he got angry, he was violent and cruel. When he killed someone he was brutal, merciless and savage. He was perfect for their King.

Luo Muchen who had no idea he had been given a stamp of approval stood up. He just bowed his head slightly before walking back to the bedroom before Qie Xieling found out he wasn’t back yet.

When he reached the side of the bed, a soft breeze made the curtain flutter revealing a figure that had sprawled his limps all over the bed and kicked off the covers. His inner robe had loosened a bit revealing part of his belly.

Luo Muchen’s heart melted like a marshmallow on the grill. He squeezed into the bed and as expected Qie Xieling wrapped his limbs around him tightly like he was afraid he would run away again.

Luo Muchen reached over and tucked the stray strand plastered on Qie Xieling’s face behind his ear. Qie Xieling seemed to find it ticklish so he mumbled something while loosening his grip a little.

Luo Muchen bit his lower lip his gaze lingering on Qie Xieling’s collarbone that was partially exposed. His skin glistened underneath the moon rays seeping in through the paper window. There were bruises from the arena which were a stark contrast against his pale skin. Luo Muchen placed his hand on Qie Xieling’s shoulder and rubbed the bruise gently with his thumb. Qie Xieling had soaked in a medicinal bath to help with his wounds and there was still a faint fragrance of medicinal herbs mingled in with his scent.

The medicinal bath helped him heal faster but the bruises were still there. Qie Xieling’s knitted brows relaxed like he was happy with the touch. Luo Muchen should have stopped there but he was too greedy. He was eating Qie Xieling’s tofu taking full advantage even though he was the one who had refused him earlier.

His hand slipped into Qie Xieling’s robe and he caressed Qie Xieling’s belly. Qie Xieling shifted slightly as though letting him touch to his heart’s content. Luo Muchen couldn’t resist such an invitation. His hand slid up to Qie Xieling’s waist and caressed it while he shifted his face closer to Qie Xieling. He kissed his neck and Qie Xieling groaned softly. Luo Muchen sucked on his neck while his uninjured hand rubbed Qie Xieling’s back and waist drawing him closer. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Qie Xieling slipped his fingers into Luo Muchen’s hair pressing his face hard against his neck as though asking him to suck harder. Luo Muchen complied and he almost climbed on top of Qie Xieling. Like a beast in heat, he rubbed against him. He was on the verge of bursting.