Song Yuzhang: Chapter 37 - Rabbit
Chapter 37: Rabbit
In this matter, Song Yuzhang’s awakening could be considered self-taught—after falling for that handsome, pretty boy, he instinctively wanted to ‘press down’ on him.
He was a man, after all—this felt like a perfectly natural thing to do. What he hadn’t considered was that the one he wanted to ‘press down’ on was also a man.
In Song Yuzhang’s mind, the word ‘man’ wasn’t defined by whether someone had the right parts, nor by their physique. To him, some men were just born to be the ones underneath— they were pretty boys, they were rabbits. And rabbits came in all kinds: big rabbits, fierce rabbits, even vicious rabbits. But in the end, none of them truly counted as men.
As for Song Yuzhang himself, he naturally saw himself as the kind of real man who could make all the rabbits swoon and fall head over heels—one look at him, and they’d obediently lie down. A true man, through and through.
That’s why he especially couldn’t understand Nie Yinbing.
With so many ‘rabbits’ in the world he could have gone after, he just had to try and dominate a real man like him.
A man like him was born to be the one on top—if Nie Yinbing truly loved him to death, then he should obediently lie down. Song Yuzhang wouldn’t mind indulging Nie Yinbing once or twice, just for a change of flavor.
Meng Tingjing, though fair and handsome in appearance, had once gone through a cat-and-mouse phase with him—after that, Song Yuzhang no longer dared to underestimate him.
Anyway, he wasn’t a purebred rabbit either.
To be cautious, it was best not to get too close.
However, someone like Song Yuzhang was born with a restless, adventurous streak in his bones—and besides, Meng Tingjing had pushed him too far. Nie Yinbing pointed a gun at him, leaving no room for maneuver, so all Song Yuzhang could do was run. But Meng Tingjing’s kind of pressure felt more like jealous pouting.
Song Yuzhang believed that Meng Tingjing simply couldn’t stand to see him getting along with anyone else.
He got jealous over Chen Hanmin, then over Xiao Yuxian—clearly, Meng Tingjing had the temperament of a rabbit too, lacking in refinement.
Alright, it's also his fault. The relationship with Meng Tingjing started off strong but ended weakly. He was scared out of his wits by Nie Yinbing, and as soon as Meng Tingjing showed any intentions, he got frightened and backed off.
Actually, Meng Tingjing wasn't holding a gun and was still a virgin. Song Yuzhang thought that a real man like him should have no trouble handling someone like Meng Tingjing in bed.
When Song Yuzhang did it to him, Meng Tingjing’s awkward temperament would be corrected and be honest. He would be a well-behaved little rabbit in the future.
So, he thought that with the remaining six months in Haizhou, he could live a peaceful and uneventful life.
It truly seemed like a win-win situation, killing two birds with one stone.
However, ever since Song Yuzhang arrived in Haizhou, he seemed to be cursed with bad luck. Whenever he tried to ‘kill two birds with one stone,’ he would always end up shooting at an eagle and getting his eyes pecked, causing all sorts of trouble.
Song Yuzhang rarely regretted anything in his life. Even when he got into trouble with Nie Yinbing, it didn't make him feel remorse. In fact, he was quite proud of himself for managing to escape from the trap that had been set for him.
But when it came to offending Meng Tingjing, he truly regretted it!
“Tingjing, don’t make trouble…” Song Yuzhang struggled, trying to avoid, but he realized he couldn't seem to escape.
Meng Tingjing was strong, something Song Yuzhang always knew. However, what he didn't know was that Meng Tingjing was this strong! And this strength remained even after Song Yuzhang had handled him twice!
Usually, Meng Tingjing only showed a fraction of his strength, about one-tenth of it. Song Yuzhang even suspected that Meng Tingjing had anticipated this day and had purposely hidden his true power all this time.
Song Yuzhang's thought was somewhat unfair to Meng Tingjing.
Meng Tingjing's self-awareness was as clear as Song Yuzhang's, and also very self-assured. He knew he had a volatile temperament and a deep love for using force. He handed out slaps like gifts to anyone he disliked, but he didn't want to leave anyone permanently damaged with a slap. Therefore, he usually paid great attention to the force he used, even in moments of extreme anger, always able to control his strength.
Song Yuzhang was indeed a little special in his heart.
Especially beautiful.
Also especially annoying!
So special methods are required!
“Make trouble?” Meng Tingjing's gaze fixed on Song Yuzhang's face, his tone full of resentment. “Who made the trouble?!”
“You damn…” Song Yuzhang felt helpless, with no one to turn to. Sweat dripped down his forehead and brows, and he gasped for air in short breaths. The words he wanted to shout were stuck in his throat—he couldn't speak, because if he did, it would only bring more pain.
If he screamed in pain, it would truly make him seem like a rabbit!
This time, Song Yuzhang suffered a huge loss.
The reversal of the situation happened too quickly and too suddenly, catching Song Yuzhang completely off guard.
Song Yuzhang thought things through well, believing that no matter how fiery Meng Tingjing's personality was, he was just a pretty boy with a sharp temper. The last time, he had already been laid down, yet Meng Tingjing still let him go with his tail between his legs. This was enough to prove that Meng Tingjing was just for show, all bark and no bite. When it came to real skill, how could this person compare to him?
Moreover, since Meng Tingjing was still inexperienced, he should have been easily overwhelmed. However, contrary to expectations, after being dealt with by Song Yuzhang twice, Meng Tingjing was even more energetic, almost as if he had become invincible.
It was thrilling, so thrilling!
Meng Tingjing seemed almost enchanted.
Song Yuzhang's beautiful face twisted slightly in pain, his brows furrowed, eyelashes trembling, and even the lines of his lips pressed tightly in an expression of suffering. Yet, Meng Tingjing found this version of Song Yuzhang to be incredibly beautiful.
Gone was the effortless charm of a dandy, and there was no trace of the casual arrogance he usually displayed when facing him. All of Song Yuzhang's calm facade was ruthlessly stripped away by him.
He exposed the true face of this person.
Meng Tingjing no longer thought, questioned, or discerned what was real or fake, as if he were falling into a dreamy illusion, completely dazed.
For Song Yuzhang, this was also a dream, but more like a crazy nightmare.
In terms of experience, he was naturally very rich, but this kind of experience, he truly had none.
He wasn't new to ‘playful scuffles’ with Meng Tingjing. He wasn't some frail pretty boy; he had endured many hardships while wandering the world. In order to protect himself, he had refined both his body and mind to perfection. He was confident that he could escape from any danger unscathed.
This confidence was grounded, but it also had an element of blindness. To deceive others, one must first deceive oneself. People like him inevitably had a touch of misguided confidence.
Although he wasn't particularly eager to think about it, deep down, he was always prepared for the possibility of things going wrong.
In this world, how could there be thieves who feast without ever getting hit?
Song Yuzhang was prepared to be beaten, but he never expected to endure this form of ‘beating.’
The pain was one thing, but the most terrifying part was the strange sensation that followed it. Song Yuzhang almost felt a sense of panic. He desperately tried to escape, to regain control, but Meng Tingjing was like a wedge, pinning him down firmly. The feeling, like sparks trembling, spread from his muscles to his bones, coursing throughout his body, making him feel dizzy and as if he were about to fall...
By dawn, Song Yuzhang had lost all his strength. Though he tried his best to suppress any sound, he was not made of steel. After feeling dizzy and light-headed, it seemed that he had cried out, both the sounds he should and shouldn't have made. He no longer cared; his throat was sore and hoarse, and his soul seemed to be floating in the air. As his eyes moved slightly, he saw that his forehead was resting on a pale, firm, long arm.
After a night, Meng Tingjing finally stopped his relentless actions. At this moment, he curled up like a large cat behind Song Yuzhang, his breath and body warmth palpable and present, causing Song Yuzhang, who was gradually waking up, to involuntarily shudder. In a sleepwalking manner, Song Yuzhang murmured, “Do you have a cigarette?”
“I have.”
Meng Tingjing withdrew from behind Song Yuzhang, casually picking up the long robe that had been stripped off of him the night before and draping it over himself. Barefoot, he walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a cigarette and a lighter.
Compared to Song Yuzhang's disheveled state, Meng Tingjing appeared radiant and refreshed, his previous frustration and agitation completely gone. He took the cigarette back to the bedside and sat down facing Song Yuzhang. As soon as Song Yuzhang saw his legs spread apart, his face turned pale, and he quickly averted his gaze.
Meng Tingjing's mood was calm, and for once, he took on the rare task of taking care of someone. He personally lit a cigarette for Song Yuzhang, watching him lie on the bed with his long limbs sprawled out in a way that was strangely captivating. He then patiently placed the cigarette into Song Yuzhang's mouth.
Song Yuzhang usually enjoyed these tranquil morning moments, savoring the aroma of tea and tobacco while admiring the delicate, affectionate posture of handsome men leaning into his embrace.
However, he couldn't bear to look at Meng Tingjing at all now.
Meng Tingjing's radiant appearance almost pierced his heart with discomfort.
Song Yuzhang's lips trembled, and he choked on the smoke, coughing a couple of times. Before he could cough much more, Meng Tingjing took the cigarette from his mouth and patted his chest twice. “Take it slow,” he said.
His tone was gentle, with none of the eerie, unsettling air he usually carried. Perhaps he found Song Yuzhang's coughing amusing, because he reached out to ruffle Song Yuzhang's damp hair, then lowered his head and placed a kiss on the center of his brow.
When Song Yuzhang was kissed by him, his eyes immediately shut, and his whole body began to tremble.
Being treated like a rabbit all night was truly a shocking, world-upending experience for Song Yuzhang.
A loss is a loss—there’s no point in sighing over it. Regret is regret, but regret won’t change anything.
However, if one night as a rabbit meant a lifetime as a rabbit, then Song Yuzhang absolutely could not accept it.
When Song Yuzhang was young, he once rolled off the bed during a nap. He was still little and slept deeply, so even after falling under the bed, he didn’t wake up—he just kept sleeping soundly until the noise in the room finally woke him.
In the afternoon, Ma Jiming finished his business errands, and with some free time on his hands, he went to find Xiao Yingtao for some fun.
Song Yuzhang lay shivering under the bed, feeling a sense of awakening deep inside, accompanied by an indescribable fear.
Ma Jiming left right after having his fun.
Song Yuzhang lay under the bed, secretly watching. He saw Ma Jiming standing tall and imposing, looking completely unaffected. Xiao Yingtao was buttoning his shirt, a faint blush on her face, looking frail and delicate, as if she might faint at any moment. Ma Jiming looked at her with a smug, wicked smile tinged with contempt.
In his fear, Song Yuzhang thought to himself, ‘Why is she so weak? Will I become that weak in the future?’
Song Yuzhang felt a deep sympathy for the weak, and this sympathy helped him clearly draw boundaries between himself and those who were weak.
He would rather sympathize with the weak than become a weak person to be pitied.
This is nothing.
Song Yuzhang slowly said in his heart: This is nothing.
The sight of Song Yuzhang lying silently with his eyes closed was also new to Meng Tingjing. In the long silence between them, Meng Tingjing felt a sense of peace. He felt as though he had finally tamed Song Yuzhang, so he wrapped his arms around Song Yuzhang’s waist, pulled him into his embrace, and kissed Song Yuzhang’s face forcefully.
After a few kisses from Meng Tingjing, Song Yuzhang realized that Meng Tingjing was groping around, seemingly wanting to do more. His lips trembled a couple of times, torn between thinking ‘I can't be like a rabbit’ and ‘Damn it, is he not done yet?’ After wavering for a long time, he finally couldn't take it anymore and, just as Meng Tingjing was about to kiss his lips, he slapped him hard across the face.
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