"Wha... How long have you been like this?" Wenzhi was shocked the research facility had allowed Xinyuan to roam around freely in this condition.

Everything about him looked unstable.

His wavelength. His breathing. His eyes.

It genuinely felt like he was barely holding himself together.

And if Xinyuan had been like this for weeks without completely exploding into a full berserk state, Wenzhi wanted to applaud his restraint.

Xinyuan looked away. "How long have we been apart?"

Wenzhi stared at him in disbelief.

"Why are you making it sound like we’ve been separated for years?" he snapped. "It’s only been a few weeks. And you are not supposed to be here. You are not even supposed to know I’m alive."

Wenzhi shoved a hand hard against Xinyuan’s chest.

"Get out of my sight. You can’t just force yourself back into my life whenever you want. You’re going to get me killed this time."

Despite being far stronger, Xinyuan allowed himself to stumble backward without resisting.

He simply stood there watching Wenzhi walk past him.

Meanwhile his hostile wavelength curled restlessly around the room like a living creature.

And annoyingly, Wenzhi’s guide instincts were screaming at him to help.

He stopped walking and slowly turned back with a sigh of defeat.

Xinyuan was suddenly right there again like he could not tolerate distance for more than a few seconds.

His arms wrapped tightly around Wenzhi’s waist before pulling their bodies flush together.

His heartbeat was racing violently. His breathing uneven.

This time, he did not even speak.

Wenzhi frowned before hesitantly lifting a hand toward Xinyuan’s neck, his fingers sliding slowly through his dark hair while carefully letting his wavelength spread outward.

Immediately, Xinyuan’s breathing shuddered.

But Wenzhi could already tell that simple touch was not going to be enough.

He sighed softly in defeat as Xinyuan’s grip tightened further around him like he had no intention of letting go again.

"Take what you want, sleeping beauty," Wenzhi muttered quietly.

"I want you to touch me," Xinyuan breathed against him immediately.

His voice sounded rough... desperate.

"Give me what I want," he whispered. "I’ve waited too long."

Wenzhi felt heat crawl up the back of his neck.

Everything about this situation was frustratingly attractive.

Which honestly irritated him even more.

"You’ve waited..." Wenzhi repeated slowly.

Then realization hit him hard.

His eyes widened. "You’ve known I was alive this entire time."

Xinyuan stayed silent. And that silence answered everything.

Wenzhi stared at him in disbelief. "You’ve been waiting for me to recover before coming to find me, haven’t you?"

Xinyuan still did not answer him.

Instead, he lowered his head and brushed his nose slowly against the side of Wenzhi’s neck, his hot breath ghosting over sensitive skin before his lips followed after it.

The touch was soft at first... Careful. Almost hesitant.

Then the kisses deepened.

Wenzhi let out a shaky breath as Xinyuan pressed lingering kisses along his neck before moving upward toward his ear, catching the edge of it gently between his teeth.

Wenzhi’s breath hitched instantly.

His lashes trembled as he turned his face away instinctively.

Xinyuan continued kissing him slowly, occasionally biting just hard enough to leave marks against his skin.

Clearly, he had already abandoned his earlier request about wanting Wenzhi to touch him.

Now he simply wanted Wenzhi.

And Wenzhi, annoyingly, was letting him.

His breathing had already turned uneven while one hand gripped tightly onto Xinyuan’s shoulder, fingers twisting into the fabric of his clothes.

Xinyuan’s hands slid beneath Wenzhi’s shirt next, his palms warm against bare skin.

Slowly, his fingers drifted toward the exact place where Wenzhi had been shot.

But the injury had healed completely thanks to the advanced medical technology.

There was not even a scar left behind.

And that seemed to visibly ease something inside Xinyuan because he suddenly whispered softly, "I was so scared."

Wenzhi froze at the quiet confession. "What are you talking about?"

Xinyuan did not answer directly.

Instead, he turned Wenzhi around carefully until Wenzhi’s back pressed flush against his chest.

One hand settled against Wenzhi’s throat lightly while the other pushed his shirt upward just enough.

"Hold it," Xinyuan whispered roughly.

Wenzhi hated how quickly his body reacted to him.

Because he obeyed almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt between his teeth while Xinyuan’s hands slowly traced across his waist like he was trying to memorize every part of him.

"You were unconscious," Xinyuan murmured against the side of his neck.

His voice sounded strained now. "Bleeding in my arms."

His grip tightened. "I don’t want that to happen again."

Wenzhi was already dazed from the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Xinyuan turned him again, controlling his body carefully until he faced him completely before leaning down and taking one of Wenzhi’s hardened peaks slowly into his mouth.

"Ah..." Wenzhi’s breath caught.

Xinyuan sucked and licked at the sensitive skin with infuriating patience until heat spread visibly across Wenzhi’s freckled body, the flush climbing all the way up his neck and cheeks.

And Xinyuan was completely obsessed with the sight of it.

One of his arms remained firmly wrapped around Wenzhi’s waist, which Wenzhi was grateful for because it was the only thing keeping him upright at this point.

Xinyuan’s lips trailed lower afterward.

Down his chest. Down his stomach.

His palm pressed firmly against Wenzhi’s lower back as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees, kissing across his abdomen while his fingers hooked lightly against the waistband of Wenzhi’s pants.

Wenzhi immediately tangled his fingers into Xinyuan’s dark hair, breathing shakily.

That small sound alone made Xinyuan look up.

And for a brief moment, he simply stared at Wenzhi standing there holding his shirt between his teeth, exposing flushed skin scattered with freckles.

At the expression on his face. That same face that always looked irritated, unimpressed, or ready to insult someone, now softened by pleasure instead.

Xinyuan’s eyes darkened.

Suddenly, he rose back to his feet.

Wenzhi blinked at him in confusion, releasing the fabric from between his lips and the moment he did, Xinyuan kissed him hard.

Their mouths crashed together with enough force to steal Wenzhi’s breath entirely.

Wenzhi reacted instantly this time, pulling Xinyuan’s glasses off and tossing them carelessly somewhere across the dark motel room before gripping him closer.

The kiss deepened fast. Messy. Hungry.

Their breaths mixed together while tension crackled violently between them.

Wenzhi ended up leading them backward toward the bed before Xinyuan fell against the mattress, immediately wrapping an arm around Wenzhi’s waist and dragging him down with him.

Wenzhi climbed onto him without hesitation this time, straddling his lap as he kissed him again before finally pulling back just enough to tug his own shirt over his head.

Xinyuan stared up at him intensely.

His hostile wavelength had finally started calming down now that Wenzhi was touching him properly.

But Wenzhi hesitated for the briefest second.

He had not taken any stabilizers or his energy restoration pills.

But the thought vanished when Xinyuan suddenly pushed himself upright and kissed him again. He could not stand the distance for even a moment longer.