His Honey Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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The two were lost in thought, sweating profusely and panting heavily.

Xiao Yichi's current position was that of a shrimp, with his back pressed against Yu Zhinian's chest and Yu Zhinian's arms surrounding him, caught in his knees.

Yu Zhinian was still buried inside Xiao Yichi’s body.

The posture was intimate.

Their breathing gradually smoothed out, and the afterglow was leisurely.

Neither person spoke.

At some point, Xiao Yichi fell asleep.

A night of sound sleep.

Xiao Yichi opened his sleepy eyes, blinked, and only after his vision cleared did he determine that he was still in Yu Zhinian's bedroom.

There was only him on the bed, covered with a quilt and wearing black silk pyjamas, and his body didn't feel sticky.

He rotated a bit and his body woke up all of a sudden, screaming with soreness. There was still a foreign object sensation in his rear hole.

So thirsty. He turned his eyes and saw his cell phone on the small stand next to the bed, along with a glass of water. Unfortunately, the bed was too big and he couldn't get up, so he rolled on the bed, wrapped himself in the thin quilt, and dropped to the edge, reaching out with difficulty to pick up the glass.

The water was warm.

He downed most of the glass in a gulp.

Sighing when he was done, he put the glass back.

Smacking the taste around his mouth, the water was a bit sweet, so he guessed that a bit of honey had been put in it.

The thin quilt was rolled into a line, and Xiao Yichi nestled in it lazily. Yu Zhinian pushed the door in and saw a bored giant caterpillar on the bed.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiao Yichi moved his head.

Yu Zhinian came to the bedside. He was fully dressed, and the sleeves of his casual shirt were rolled up to his elbows.

"Awake?"

"... Mhmm." Xiao Yichi nodded and lowered his eyes. This was the first time he had ever faced such an aftermath, and he didn't quite know how to face it.

Yu Zhinian's line of sight fell on the cup of water on the small cabinet and asked again, "Do you want some more water?"

Xiao Yichi shook his head.

"... I cooked some congee, should I bring it in for you?"

"... Oh."

After Yu Zhinian went out, Xiao Yichi breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night ended like that.

Yu Zhinian had cleaned his body and changed his clothes, which was considered attentive.

Let's leave after breakfast.

When Yu Zhinian came in with the small dining tray, Xiao Yichi had already sat up and was leaning against the bed.

The small dining tray was placed in front of Xiao Yichi. The congee in the small pot looked like white porridge, and it smelled delicious. Yu Zhinian took a small bowl and filled it up, then handed it to him, "It's not suitable for you to eat too much greasy food now, so drink some congee first to pad your stomach. The congee has been cooling for a while, it won't be too hot, eat it."

"... Thank you." Xiao Yichi took it, scooped up a spoon and carefully put it into his mouth.

The congee was cooked to be soft, and there was a little bit of oat milk added to it, which had a milky aroma and the flavour of oats. Xiao Yichi looked at Yu Zhinian, "Have you eaten?"

"I ate a little."

Xiao Yichi didn't know what to ask further and lowered his head to take another bite.

The two were silent.

A moment later, Yu Zhinian said, "... I'll go out to make a phone call first, you eat slowly, I'll come back in later."

"Okay."

There was a subtle sense of embarrassment.

Since Yu Zhinian was not there, Xiao Yichi simply wolfed down the congee and hurriedly finished it.

Afterward, he looked around and saw that his clothes were nowhere to be seen.

He got out of bed. His legs were soft. Xiao Yichi laughed. To live, you have to keep experiencing new things.

After standing for a while, he moved around slowly.

Just as he reached the door, Yu Zhinian came in. The two men met face to face. Yu Zhinian was a bit surprised, "Up? Finished your congee? How does your body feel?"

"Finished drinking it. My body... is okay." Xiao Yichi was calm, "Where are my clothes?"

"In the laundry room. They’re already dried, I'll bring them over... Put on your clothes, and I'll take you to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for a consultation."

"... Ah?"

"It's your first time. Although I applied a little ointment when I cleaned you last night, it wasn't necessarily targeted. For the sake of your body, you need to go to the doctor to be looked at." After saying that, Yu Zhinian went to get his clothes.

Xiao Yichi looked at his silhouette and scratched his head. In his heart, he was a little... unexpectedly touched.

In the car.

Yu Zhinian turned on the radio. It was once again a leisurely atmospheric symphony. Xiao Yichi asked, "Can I change the station?"

Yu Zhinian frowned lightly. "You can."

Xiao Yichi deliberately stopped on the rap channel. Yu Zhinian frowned visibly, but he didn't say anything and focused on driving.

Xiao Yichi grinned silently. He eventually selected the pop channel.

Only then did Yu Zhinian's expression relax a little.

The car stopped outside a small alley in the old city centre.

Yu Zhinian led Xiao Yichi to a small building inside.

If not for someone leading the way, Xiao Yichi would not have known that there was a Chinese medicine clinic hidden in the alley.

The old Chinese doctor who examined him was respectfully called "Lao Cui" by Yu Zhinian. He looked to be in his sixties, with an immortal appearance.

After taking his pulse, Lao Cui asked Xiao Yichi to take off his pants and lie down on the bed, and he carefully examined him.

Xiao Yichi put on his pants and came out, just as Lao Cui asked Yu Zhinian while writing a prescription, "Are you in a one-time relationship, or a long-term one?"

"... One time." Yu Zhinian replied.

Lao Cui no longer ask anything, he wrote the prescription and tore it off, handing it to Yu Zhinian, "The ointment can be ready tonight, apply it once a night and apply it for a week; the medicine will be served twice a day, avoiding tobacco, alcohol, seafood and spices. Drink it for a week."

"Thank you Lao Cui." Yu Zhinian took it, thanked him, passed the prescription to the pharmacy, and took Xiao Yichi away.

".. Lawyer Yu, you know quite a few famous doctors."

Xiao Yichi said in the car.

Yu Zhinian drove, "Auntie Pan is getting older, there will always be times when she will seek medical advice. I'll keep an eye out for the contact information of some good doctors. And... my future other half will also be able to use them. Two men, the physiological construction problem is there, you can't do it without proper conditioning afterward."

"..."

In contrast to Yu Zhinian's treatment, Xiao Yichi thought that he had treated his bed partners quite poorly in the past.

Treating the object of a one night stand so seriously, his other half will definitely be very happy.

Xiao Yichi looked out the car window and stopped talking.

Afterwards, Xiao Yichi was brought by Yu Zhinian to an inconspicuous roadside massage parlour and was given a good massage by a highly skilled master.

Lying on the bed, Xiao Yichi thought in a malicious way: no wonder Yu Zhinian went to a high-end club to solve his needs. If he found a bed partner, he would probably be too busy afterwards.

When Xiao Yichi got off the bed, half of his body's soreness disappeared.

When he came out of the small room, Yu Zhinian was sitting on a simple chair, looking through the very old movie magazines that seemed like they should be placed in a museum. He was so handsome that he didn't fit in with the scene, but he gave off a "good old days" feeling.

Finally, Yu Zhinian sent Xiao Yichi back to the entrance of his neighbourhood.

"Thank you, Lawyer Yu, for today." Xiao Yichi smiled.

Yu Zhinian looked at him, "... All the stairs, is it okay?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that weak."

Yu Zhinian reminded again, "The pharmacy will express deliver the Chinese medicine to you after it's boiled and made into soup packets, I guess it will be delivered in the afternoon. The ointment should be delivered tonight. There are instructions for all of them. Remember to take the medicine on time, don't forget."

Xiao Yichi nodded, "Got it."

At the entrance of the neighbourhood, it's not appropriate for cars to stop for a long time.

Xiao Yichi got out of the car and waved his hand towards Yu Zhinian, "Lawyer Yu, goodbye."

"..." Yu Zhinian turned back to look at the road ahead and started the car. After the car drove some distance away, Xiao Yichi turned around to go back to his neighbourhood.

Yu Zhinian watched Xiao Yichi leave in the rearview mirror before speeding up and driving away.

How big can the aftermath of a fulfilling, intense sexual affair be?

Yu Zhinian returned home and walked to his bedroom to change, and saw the black silk pyjamas folded neatly at the end of the bed.

He stopped and walked over. He wanted to put them in the laundry room and wait for the maid to come over to take care of them, but when he picked them up, he unconsciously brought the pyjamas closer and smelled them.

Xiao Yichi had tasted like red pomegranate, Tequila and daisy last night – sweet, spicy, and sultry.

Could the smell he'd left behind be the same?

Unfortunately, the fabric hadn't been imprinted with the scent.

But the images in his memory had worked. Yu Zhinian's Adam's apple bobbed, and his dormant lower body was transforming.

"Zhinian... " His voice was husky, the end trailing off, like a plea, like a pout, like love that couldn't be helped.

Desire is dirty, like a shadowy plant that grows in the dark, upward along the moist crevices, with a very strong epiphytic ability to climb to the feet.

Yu Zhinian used the smooth fabric in his hands to wrap the burning place of his body, rubbing, tightening, attempting to recreate the taste of being pinned in that honey hole last night.

Tight and wet, if the hot liquid was shot in and spilled from the edges of the intertwined squeeze, that erotic scene would have made Yu Zhinian's body tremble. He tilted his head back and exhaled a murky breath.

After a few seconds, he returned to his senses.

Sex shouldn't be an addictive behaviour for him. He had always treated it haphazardly. The objects at the high-end clubs were skillful, but he'd never warmed up to it.

Now he was like a frustrated young man whose first taste of love didn't quench his thirst, his mind and body getting impulsive over and over again.

The pyjamas stained with white liquid fell from his hand, Yu Zhinian closed his eyes in introspection, wondering if it was time to drink the inflammation reducing medicinal tea.

Xiao Yichi's side.

He slowly moved to the door of the house. After opening the door and returning home, he kicked the shoes off his feet, slipped into his slippers, and walked to the living room. He couldn't fall onto the sofa, so he had to sit down slowly, and then lie down on his side.

Last night, the door to a new world opened up to him.

He had always been casual about sex, not caring very much about being on top or bottom, it was just that his past bedmates had defaulted to him being on top, so he stayed on top and had his fun.

This time he was on the bottom, but it was a new flavour.

Without control, he completely followed the feelings of his body. From the discomfort of the pressure at first, to the sweetness of it, to the dizziness of it all in the heat of the moment, he relied on his instincts.

The hard and hot cock invaded his body and ignited fires all over the place, hitting and awakening the pleasure points he never knew, the friction causing sparks to fly and electricity to flow – Yes, he enjoyed being penetrated by Yu Zhinian so much that his body was burning with desire and waves of honey surged, the liquid couldn't be stopped from flowing down; it was so hot that it made him melt and soften, and it was so wet that he was like a flower petal in the rain and mud.

The memory made his body thirsty at the moment. His rear hole had been coated with another soothing ointment at Lao Cui's place, but it was a little sore at the moment, and itched painfully.

Xiao Yichi licked his lips and bit on his thumb, his crossed legs unconsciously pressing against each other, his toes curling.

It's so hard to be patient when you've only just been touched in the back, it's rare for him to be like this, I'm afraid.

He sighed. He wondered if the Chinese medicine that would be delivered later would be able to alleviate the symptoms of this tingling and thirst.

The next day, Yu Zhinian put on a suit. He was ordered to return to work.

Last night, he messaged Xiao Yichi to ask if he had started taking the medicine. The other party replied that he had started taking it, accompanied by a reassuring animated picture of a man who was all grown up, so repeated instructions would be overkill. Yu Zhinian replied that he understood and decided to stop.

When his leave ended, the events of the leave stayed in the leave and the people of the law firm felt as if they were being pardoned when they saw him – Lawyer Yu, who has three heads and six arms, has finally returned.

Nan Jing had already informed him on the phone that the new project he received was regarding the non-compliance of a transfer of shares among directors, supervisors and senior management. As soon as Mr. Yu went back, he summoned the relevant personnel for a meeting in a thunderous manner.

Xiao Yichi rested for two days and also started to prepare for his new job. He sat in the middle of the mountain of books, wrote a course plan and a bibliography, and sent it to the teaching office of the university.

Since his induction was not at a new semester, he estimated that he would have to do odd jobs for the rest of this semester. In that case, it would be a good idea to go early and familiarise himself with the situation.

He contacted the human resources advisor to set up a time and began to purchase his work supplies.

As he passed the eyeglass store, he took a few steps backwards, looked at the poster, rubbed his chin, and decided that he would look more elegant in glasses, so he pushed his way in and bought a pair of plain glasses.

On the appointed date, he arrived at the university building, where the human resources advisor was already waiting for him. While exchanging pleasantries, the elevator doors opened and the president of the university, President Zhang, came out, with his secretary following behind him.

When President Zhang saw Xiao Yichi, a big smile appeared on his face, "Reporter Xiao, oh, no, I should call you Teacher Xiao now! You're joining us today, right? Not bad, work hard!"

Xiao Yichi nodded his head humbly, "Of course, thank you, President, for giving me such a valuable opportunity to work in the university."

President Zhang didn't take it too seriously and waved his hand. He looked at his secretary, who knew that they were going to have a chat and left with the human resources advisor.

"Teacher Xiao, I'll go back to my office first, you can look for me in the office afterward." The human resources advisor politely said.

"Okay, thanks."

President Zhang smiled, "Shall I take you for a walk around the institution?"

Xiao Yichi was flattered, "Then I'll respectfully accept the offer."

After chatting for a while, President Zhang finally got to the point, "A few days ago, I went to the capital to attend a symposium and I just happened to bump into Commissioner Zhao Huaimin, who expressed interest in our school and asked us what young talents we have recruited lately. When I said to him that you're going to come and work in our institution, Commissioner Zhao was very happy and asked me to convey for him that he'd like you to work earnestly and that he looks forward to your performance."

Xiao Yichi's heart was relieved. It was presumably with the help of an old friend that he could receive a job offer from the university. At this age, Xiao Yichi understands that a lot of human feelings are unavoidable. It's okay to take the things that don't come from a bad place, if you owe a favour, you should return it at the right time. A little bit of back and forth can also enhance the relationship. This has nothing to do with your own ability, so there's no need to doubt yourself.

Zhao Huaimin was the ambassador of the embassy at that time. Xiao Yichi had just gone abroad and happened to bump into the other in his new job. Almost all of the embassy staff of that batch were new, and together with a group of rookie journalists, they suffered a lot, experienced a lot of major events, and formed a revolutionary friendship.

To put it bluntly, Xiao Yichi's rapid progress in English writing is half attributable to Zhao Huaimin.

More than ten years had passed, and Ambassador Zhao had become Commissioner Zhao. He didn't care about education and still managed to run into President Zhang, how hard he worked for it, Xiao Yichi wouldn't be unaware.

He smiled politely, "I also ask President Zhang to express my gratitude to Commissioner Zhao for me."

"Since you are acquaintances, why are you so polite! Commissioner Zhao said that he's coming to this city later for an inspection, so you guys can get together then!" Saying this, he patted Xiao Yichi's back hard.

He could only oblige.

After chatting with the president, the human resources advisor treated Xiao Yichi with even more respect and took him to an independent office, saying, "Teacher Xiao, this is your office. Before the end of term holiday, you can listen to lectures and attend seminars at the institute to familiarise yourself with the environment and the students."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No no. Just prepare for your classes and get a feel for the academic atmosphere of our institute. Please feel free to contact me if there's anything you're not sure about."

"... Okay, thanks." The two nodded at each other before Xiao Yichi sent the human resources advisor away.

It was a beautiful sunny day.

It was most suitable for outdoor sports or travelling.

The sunlight was like a tide, pouring into the conference room with a clear glass wall. The assistant had to press a button to drop the blinds to block out the light.

The darkened environment echoed the charged atmosphere in the conference room.

The two parties with disputed interests were originally going to talk about a settlement. At first, they were able to maintain decency, but the more they spoke, the more agitated they became, and the words they used were gradually sharpened.

Finally, the long conference table has become the boundary between Chu and Han. The partners who used to be close stood in their respective camps and started a war, the two sides scolded, leaving no room for others to intervene. The opposing lawyer looked to Yu Zhinian and shrugged helplessly, and Yu Zhinian nodded his head slightly to express his empathy.

Fortunately, the conference room was soundproofed.

One of the parties stood up, pointing at the other side with a red face and cursing.

Yu Zhinian signalled towards Nan Jing, who immediately lowered all the blinds on the other side.

There was no risk of being secretly photographed within the law firm, but the parties were still people with reputations, so the blinds should be down.

Lawyers, as a profession, always have to expect the worst. Even when dealing with a loving couple, they have to splash cold water on them to remind them that one day they may be kicked out of their home by the other party and be left with nothing – The only ultimate weapon is the law, so they have to sign a contract in black and white. If there is a dispute, the lawyer has to follow up on the details of the whole process. Those dark, dirty and crooked sides of human nature are exposed one by one in front of them, but they have to hold their breath and give advice to their clients one by one in a meticulous manner within the scope of the law or deal with it on behalf of their clients.

The client that Yu Zhinian was responsible for had a photo displayed in his office, in which the two parties stood shoulder-to-shoulder, looking ahead and laughing heartily.

When they accused each other of betrayal with distorted faces, could they remember that there had been such an unforgettable moment?

Or maybe the photo was long gone from the office. The past had also become an unsavoury resentment.

Yu Zhinian pulled back his thoughts. Seeing that the person in question was almost tired of cursing, he winked at Nan Jing.

The loud and shrill ringing of the phone interrupted the person in question.

"Sorry." Yu Zhinian quickly pressed it off, stood up to smooth the client's back, and whispered, "Mr. Huang, this matter should not be delayed any further. A financial reporter just called. If it's not resolved, it'll be in the newspaper." After saying this, he picked up a glass of water and handed it to his client to moisten his throat.

"..." The client hesitated, then took it and took a sip. Yu Zhinian looked at the other lawyer, who opened his mouth at the right time, "Both of you please calm down, we all came with the idea of solving the problem. Let's put personal feelings aside first, and instead return to the discussion of the settlement terms."

It was late at night when the work ended. Yu Zhinian had thought of going to exercise, but remembered one of the promoted news stories – Exercise after working nine to nine, six days a week increases the chances of sudden death.

He dismissed the idea of exercising again and went home to take a bath instead.

The neighbourhood housekeeper had already run the bath for him, added essential oils, lit aromatherapy candles, and placed the tablet fitted with a waterproof cover within easy reach.

After his bath, Yu Zhinian sat down in the jacuzzi and closed his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that Nan Jing had once said that Xiao Yichi's writing was very good – "passion in coldness, and roses growing from the smoke."

Yu Zhinian took the tablet and clicked on a folder. He randomly clicked on a document, which was an English article, titled "Lives of Sparrows" – A Sparrow's Life.

The opening paragraph, the Chinese translation probably reads: St. Bede once described a certain part of a person's life in the perspective of a bystander – such as a sparrow that suddenly flew into the banquet hall, blinked, and flew out again. Which storm it came through, and where it was about to cross the cold winter, we do not know. I think what he is saying is that we all experience only a part of someone else's life; and our lives, to the casual observer, seem so fleeting. Bede should be right; we will eventually fade from the view of others, into the darkness. But the moment, even if only for a few seconds, of flying across the ballroom, the moment of the sparrow's wings lifting as it fights its way to the unknown in the bright and noisy hall, should be remembered fondly.

Perhaps those few seconds were the highlight of the sparrow's life. And we, who remember its flight, have the honour of being witnesses to its existence. With this series of articles, I would like to record the life of the sparrow on the battlefield.

The water in the bathtub occasionally spilled over the edge and fell to the floor, making a sound. The minty scent of the aromatherapy diffuser was crisp and cooling.

Everything was quiet, and everything was laying the groundwork for an emotional upheaval of some kind.

Yu Zhinian read slowly.

Until the water became a little cold.

He blinked and closed his eyes to rest for a while before putting the tablet away and getting up from the water.

Until he laid down on the bed, his heartbeat hadn't fully calmed down.

It had been a long time since he had read something that touched his soul so well.

Good writing speaks directly to the soul. The soul of the writer, the soul of the reader. So honest, so honest that it calls out a trace of mourning.

What happened to the child who lost his legs in the war and still wanted to play football with his mates? The bride whose husband went to the front line as soon as the wedding was over, did her lover come back?

He remembered the last sentence of the article – Spring will surely come, it will surely come despite the thorns and thistles, as if all the gloom had dissipated.

Looking up, the sky was clear and bright.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Translator Notes

Please feel free to comment any mistakes I made so I can improve and do better as I go through the book.

Translated January 13, 2024