Chapter 55 — Good baby, you’re very sweet.
“Sweet? Where exactly…”
Xie Hejing’s voice was a light murmur, as if afraid of startling Nan Xu, but his Adam’s apple bobbed wildly, and a dark look gradually arose in his eyes.
Nan Xu tilted her head and glanced at him, then reached out and poked the residual red wine on his wrist. Her dimples slowly appeared: “It’s sweet.”
“Want to taste it again?” Xie Hejing asked.
“Okay, taste it…” Nan Xu focused her drunken eyes and looked up.
Xie Hejing’s deep gaze made her heart tremble slightly. Nan Xu shook her head: “Hmm, don’t want to taste.”
Even when drunk, she didn’t forget to reject him. Xie Hejing sneered, but didn’t verbally refute, and lazily continued the previous action.
His long, slender fingers gripped the black and gold wine bottle, and he tilted his head back, gulping it down. The red wine still flowed downwards.
The ripped-open black shirt could no longer shield Nan Xu’s view.
She stayed in Xie Hejing’s arms, staring blankly as the trickles of red wine flowed before her eyes, then slowly went down, and finally disappeared somewhere.
Soon, the little bit of sobriety Nan Xu had managed to squeeze out vanished completely. Her thoughts, like the red wine, drooped onto Xie Hejing’s body, becoming more and more numerous, deeper and deeper.
The next second, when the red wine flowed down again, Nan Xu still couldn’t resist the drunkenness.
She grabbed the edge of Xie Hejing’s shirt with both hands, then leaned forward and lightly kissed it.
The force and warmth on his chest instantly made Xie Hejing stop moving. He lowered his eyes, and even his breathing paused slightly.
A serious head was diligently trying to find where the next drop of red wine had flowed down.
The rich fruity aroma carried a hint of astringency, leaving a lingering aftertaste that hit Nan Xu’s tongue. She complained in a low voice: “It’s not as sweet as before.”
Xie Hejing pulled her closer into his arms and said softly, “Why is it not as sweet as before?”
She struggled to look at Xie Hejing, but her head felt like a thousand pounds now. She leaned on Xie Hejing’s chest and answered with a tone of grievance: “It just isn’t.”
Hearing this, Xie Hejing took another sip of wine, then lifted Nan Xu’s chin and covered her lips.
The kiss was sudden, but Xie Hejing easily pried open Nan Xu’s lips and then poured the red wine into her.
The wine’s aroma, many times stronger than before, instantly invaded Nan Xu’s mouth and brain. Xie Hejing patiently fed her a few more sips, and Nan Xu’s intoxication became even deeper than before.
“Still want to drink? The next one will be even sweeter,” Xie Hejing asked with a smile.
“Even sweeter?” Nan Xu’s attention was completely focused on the last two words.
The haze of drunkenness had completely numbed Nan Xu’s nerves, making her forget to look at Xie Hejing’s eyes.
Like a dormant beast slowly waking up.
“Mmm,” Xie Hejing responded.
The rather potent wine took away some of the moisture in Nan Xu’s mouth. Her throat felt a little dry, and she just wanted to drink something.
“Alright.”
Xie Hejing temporarily placed her on the sofa, then fetched a bottle of red wine that wasn’t high in alcohol content, but was full of fruit flavor and easy to drink.
He popped the cork and casually tossed it aside. Xie Hejing sat back down on the sofa and pulled her back into his arms.
Nan Xu mumbled: “Brother, I’m thirsty.”
Her hazy gaze fell upon the wine Xie Hejing brought, the bottle was swaying in her eyes as well.
But she could distinguish that it was drinkable, her eyes were full of yearning, and she subconsciously licked her lips.
“Want to drink?” Xie Hejing asked again.
Nan Xu nodded heavily, and as if afraid Xie Hejing would refuse her, she added, “I want to drink.”
Xie Hejing, with a smile, pressed Nan Xu closer: “Then continue.”
This time, the wine’s impact was less intense than before, but it was more lingering.
Nan Xu’s drunkenness was almost reaching its peak. Earlier, she could still distinguish the dripping red wine and precisely kiss it.
But now, she was somewhat messy and lacked order.
Often, the wine would flow deeper before Nan Xu reacted. Once or twice was fine, but after repeated times, Nan Xu’s patience had vanished.
She grumbled: “Brother, the wine disappears very quickly.”
Xie Hejing curved his lips into a smile and simply said, “Good.”
The black shirt was then directly torn off.
At once, the trail of red wine became clearer. Except for the part that had soaked into his belt, the rest of Xie Hejing’s torso was laid bare before her eyes.
The fine, scattered cuts left by the red thread last time were still there—most had faded into faint marks, but a few remained deeper, scabbing over now.
When Nan Xu’s soft, moist lips brushed against them, a shiver ran through Xie Hejing’s body, and a low sound escaped his throat.
“What’s wrong?” Nan Xu lifted her head to ask.
He bit hard on the inside of his lip, tasting a trace of blood before he managed to hold himself back from flipping her over and pinning her down.
Staring at Nan Xu’s obedient, confused eyes, Xie Hejing frowned and said hoarsely, “It hurts.”
“Why does it hurt?”
Nan Xu couldn’t think deeply anymore, she could only respond to the words on the surface.
“Do you want me to help you, Brother?”
The sweet voice carried the most dangerous of meanings.
“…Hah—” Xie Hejing’s fingers twitched.
One hand braced against the back of the sofa, the other slowly traced along Nan Xu’s neck, sliding upward—from her earlobe to the tip of her ear.
Then, with deliberate gentleness, his fingers brushed across her lips. They were a pale pink, turning white when bitten, only to flush red again once released.
But aside from that, what else could they look like? His eyes darkened, his voice rough and low. “Will you regret it?”
Nan Xu blinked, not understanding. Regret? Regret what? Was it supposed to be difficult?
She still shook her head. “No.”
His hand moved to the back of her head, guiding her downward slowly, inch by inch.
Nan Xu didn’t resist—her body limp, yielding completely. Whatever he wanted her to do, she did.
Xie Hejing watched as she bent forward… If he had pressed even a little harder, it would’ve taken only seconds.
But halfway through, his hand suddenly froze. His fingers curled into a fist, trembling slightly before finally loosening.
“Forget it.”
He hadn’t sunk that low. Not yet.
Letting go, he helped Nan Xu sit upright again. Whether she could remember his words or not, he still said quietly, “Nan Xu, never drink in front of anyone else again.”
Nan Xu had no idea what kind of battle he had just fought within himself. Right now, she trusted him completely, so she nodded obediently to everything he said.
Xie Hejing was somewhat relieved that he’d managed to stop himself. His gaze shifted to the phone on the table.
“Nan Xu,” he said, “let’s play a game.”
She blinked. “A game? Will that make you feel better?”
“Let’s try,” he replied. “Maybe it will.”
“Okay… what kind of game?” she asked.
Xie Hejing unlocked his phone, found the audio recording he’d once made her do, and pressed play—placing the phone gently beside her.
“A game where you’re not allowed to lie.”
“Whatever you feel later,” Xie Hejing said quietly, “you have to tell me. Understand?”
Nan Xu nodded.
He turned the volume on his phone all the way up, set it nearby, and let Nan Xu sit on his lap while he continued to drink.
He couldn’t help wondering why the wine tonight refused to get him drunk. Maybe if he really were drunk—completely gone—he could let go of everything, push past every line, and make Nan Xu remember exactly what desire felt like. Tell her, “Nan Xu, this is what desire is.”
The voice from the recording grew louder and faster, spilling into Nan Xu’s ears.
Right in front of her sat Xie Hejing—his shirt gone, the traces of red wine and faint cuts scattered across his bare skin.
The overlapping marks rose and fell with his breathing.
Some had blurred into indistinct lines—Nan Xu knew those were her doing.
Gradually, her mouth went dry. Her head felt light, her body hot all over. She wanted something cold to press against her skin, but she had no strength left to move.
She could only sit helplessly on Xie Hejing’s lap, trapped between what she saw and what she heard.
At some point, her eyes filled with tears that refused to fall. She didn’t even know what was happening to her—why even breathing felt so hard.
Biting her lip, she braced herself against him, her back arched, but the strange, burning sensation didn’t fade. It only grew stronger.
Then, when the voice on the recording reached its peak—deep and trembling—Nan Xu’s hands gave out, and she almost collapsed to the floor.
Xie Hejing caught her in time, steadying her. Seeing her flushed face, he asked softly, “What did that feel like just now?”
“Hot… dizzy…” she answered, forcing out each word.
He raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. Instead, she whispered two more words: “Uncomfortable.”
Xie Hejing’s breathing quickened, rough and uneven. “Where does it uncomfortable?”
Nan Xu couldn’t pinpoint it. The strange heat was still moving restlessly through her body. She thought being close to him might help, but it only made the dizziness worse.
Tears slipped from her eyes. “I don’t know,” she said with a trembling voice. “Brother, I feel terrible.”
“When you heard the sound yesterday, did you feel the same?” Xie Hejing asked.
He knew that when Nan Xu was sober, she would never answer questions like these. So he could only ask now, to see whether she truly felt anything.
But Nan Xu couldn’t remember yesterday, not even what had happened an hour ago. All she could do was clutch his sleeve, looking lost and wronged. “Brother, am I sick?”
Realizing he wouldn’t get an answer, Xie Hejing finally gave up.
He took her hand, placed it around his neck, then bent down and lifted her easily into his arms.
Carrying her to his room, he laid her down.
As her body touched the cool surface of the bed, some of the heat in her skin began to fade—barely, but enough to let her breathe again.
Xie Hejing leaned down and brushed a light kiss across Nan Xu’s forehead.
Strangely, a moment ago, every touch from him had only made her feel worse—but now, away from the sound of that recording, his touch felt like medicine, cooling the fever under her skin.
His kisses trailed down to her chin, then stopped. The heat inside her, however, hadn’t faded. Nan Xu opened her eyes and asked directly, “Can you kiss me again?”
Xie Hejing propped himself up above her, studying her soft, dazed expression—exactly as he had imagined, except even more tempting.
“Where do you want me to kiss you?” he asked in his usual slow, steady tone.
When he didn’t move, the feverish feeling in Nan Xu’s body returned with force. Growing restless, she pointed to her arm, her neck, her waist.
Patient as ever, Xie Hejing followed her gestures. Wherever her finger touched, his lips followed—light, deliberate, unhurried.
But Nan Xu grew even more anxious. The tears she had been holding back welled up again as she pleaded, “Can you… kiss me again?”
“Where this time?” he asked once more.
Nan Xu shook her head helplessly. She didn’t know anymore. He had kissed everywhere she could think of, but it wasn’t helping. The heat inside her only built higher, suffocating.
She began to sob softly. “Anywhere… it doesn’t matter. Just—just make this feeling go away.”
Xie Hejing hesitated only for a second before murmuring close to her ear, “Nan Xu, do you remember what I told you last time? The things that can make you feel good aren’t just hands. What else?”
Nan Xu, overwhelmed, couldn’t think. She clutched at his blanket, lost, not even sure what she was supposed to do.
“I don’t know…”
“If you can’t remember,” he said quietly, starting to move away, “then we’ll stop here tonight.”
Nan Xu panicked, immediately looping her arms around his neck to keep him close. The two of them were still face to face—so close that Xie Hejing could see his own reflection in the amber of her eyes.
And right now, he filled them completely.
He waited silently, watching her struggle to remember. Her breathing grew longer, deeper.
She tried to recall, but her mind was a blur—like thick fog she couldn’t push through.
Five minutes passed, and she still couldn’t find an answer.
Just as tears were about to fall again, Xie Hejing bent down and pressed a kiss to the corner of her eye.
“Remember now?” he whispered.
Something seemed to stir in her head, that fog parting just a little. Nan Xu tilted her head and looked at him. “Is it… the mouth?”
Faint memories flickered to life—fragments of sound and touch from earlier, reawakening in her mind.
“Do you want to?” he asked, his voice low, intimate—two simple words carrying all the weight of temptation.
Nan Xu’s lips parted, but no words came out. She just stared at him blankly, her hands around his neck loosening.
Xie Hejing pressed his lips together and pushed himself up, creating distance between them.
“I’m leaving.”
“Don’t.” Nan Xu’s reaction was almost instinctive. She tugged at him weakly—her drunken strength barely enough to hold him back.
But somehow, the motion stopped him. She was afraid that if he really left, she’d have to endure this unbearable feeling all night.
Her voice came out in a small whisper, trembling with desperation.
“I want to.”
Absolutely, I can translate that passage for you. It’s a very evocative and intense scene.
Xie Hejing’s lips curved. “Nan Xu, look at me, and say it again.”
Nan Xu met his gaze and softly repeated. “I want to.”
Xie Hejing tucked Nan Xu’s wisps of hair behind her ear, and still asked unhurriedly. “You want with whom? You know who I am, right?”
Nan Xu nodded her head downwards. “It’s Brother, it’s Xie Hejing, so… I want to.”
Xie Hejing’s body tensed all over, he straightened up, arranged the quilt, knowing that Nan Xu would definitely be shy later, maybe even scared, and directly covered Nan Xu’s upper body with the quilt.
Giving her something she could clutch.
With her vision obscured, everything became more tense and clearer, and a cool breeze gently brushed against Nan Xu’s legs.
Nan Xu shivered, clutching the quilt tightly but finding that she still couldn’t stop the panic, thinking about covering her face.
Might as well not see anything at all.
But before she could cover it, Xie Hejing stopped her. He said: “I hope to see your expression when we get up later.”
Nan Xu pouted, turning her head away: “It will definitely be ugly.”
“No, it will be very captivating.”
Nan Xu was an unbreakable addiction to him, a poisonous vine with thorns. He craved for her thorns to deeply cut his skin, to wrap around him, and then inject the poison.
Letting the poison run through his whole body, and giving reason to his twisted and mad thoughts.
Finally, the poisonous vine tightened suddenly.
Besides dying from the sickness, Xie Hejing thought he would remember this moment for a lifetime.
The initial coolness made Nan Xu tremble all over, the hands clutching the quilt exerted all their strength, she bit her lower lip hard, almost instinctively wanting to move her legs.
But she was firmly held by Xie Hejing. The soft and wet feeling soon drained Nan Xu of her strength, and she could only part her legs following the movement of Xie Hejing’s hands.
Thus, he could lean in a little closer.
His warm breath made Nan Xu pant softly. The stray hairs Xie Hejing had just tucked away fell loose again, and the mattress sank deeper and deeper.
She could feel Xie Hejing’s movements, and also sense his heavy breathing.
With her gaze fixed on the ceiling, the alternating sensations of coolness and flushed warmth appeared on Nan Xu’s body, and her vision blurred again.
But not because of discomfort.
About half an hour later, Xie Hejing got up, his lips damp, and he saw the moment he had been longing for.
Nan Xu was semi-reclining on the bed, her eyes already tinged with a languid charm, breathing in small, soft gasps, the corners of her eyes lifted, glancing at him with a light, weighty look.
It was a look he had never seen before.
Darkness and frenzy surfaced in Xie Hejing’s eyes.
He should be the follower who died beneath the poisonous vine, thrillingly wanton and hopelessly infatuated.
He leaned forward, embracing Nan Xu, his grip very tight, so tight that both of them found it hard to breathe.
Yet, he utterly adored it, continuously tightening his embrace, and then whispered in Nan Xu’s ear.
“Good baby, you’re very sweet.”