Chapter 13 Call Me Baby

"Lu Xun!!" Lu Heyang's foot arched, his back slamming hard against the wall.

"Don't call me that." Lu Xun frowned tightly, commanding him.

He hated being called that—whether it was in front of their parents, at school, or anywhere else. He didn't want to be the obedient little brother, nor did he want him to be the hypocritical elder brother.

"Call me husband."

"...You're crazy!"

He slammed into the cold wall again, the sharp chill stabbing from his shoulder blades straight into his chest, as if someone had shoved an ice cube into his embrace. Lu Heyang's teeth loosened, releasing a breath he couldn't control.

"If you don't want to call me husband..." Lu Xun's lips curved into a malicious smile in between his rough breaths, "You can call me baby."

Lu Heyang suddenly lifted his head, his jawline tensing. Every muscle in his body trembled violently from the strain.

"Say it." Lu Xun suddenly paused his forceful movements, gently grinding against him, lowering his head to bite his Adam's apple.

His teeth grazed over the rounded bone, faintly sensing the vibration of his vocal cords.

"B...baby..."

These two words were Lu Heyang's secret, his last line of defense. He could never utter them in any ordinary circumstance, but in a moment like this, they could be cruelly and bloodily torn out by Lu Xun.

But once he said it, he found it wasn't as unbearable as he'd imagined. He looked dazedly at the excitement in Lu Xun's expression, finally realizing that his true feelings were nothing more than seasoning for a sexual encounter. His eyelids drooped in defeat, a mist forming on his eyelashes, like a small dog exposing its soft underbelly, ready to be slaughtered.

Another impulsive and brutal kiss landed on him, sucking every drop of blood from his recently bitten tongue.

This time, Lu Heyang was tormented to the point of near unconsciousness. If this was a test, he knew that Lu Xun had passed it with flying colors—his stamina was abundant, and he gave it all to him.

But it wasn't just a test; it was also revenge.

This person was like a vengeful beast—he had touched the tiger's tail, disturbed its scales, and now, could he really expect this person to be gentle and tender with him?

But whether it was gentle or violent, Lu Heyang found it hard to accept. He wasn't someone who was casual with his affections. In fact, when it came to matters of the heart, he was quite particular. He believed that this kind of thing should happen between lovers, in a stable relationship, perhaps even within marriage.

Yet he knew deep down that Lu Xun was only acting out of a temporary thrill, driven by hatred and excitement.

Before he drifted into sleep, he vaguely heard Lu Xun getting up, his upper body bare as he walked to the living room to answer the phone.

In the darkness, Lu Xun glanced back at him, the light in his eyes like a fleeting glimpse as he passed by on horseback, rich with meaning and impossible to decipher.

After that, Lu Xun was quiet for two days, like a fierce dog that Lu Heyang had managed to tame, finally becoming a docile guard dog. He was content to stay home and play the role of a dutiful "househusband," cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry, making an effort to please Lu Heyang. He even carefully selected his outfits for going out, though Lu Heyang could never accept the combination of a white shirt with a floral tie—it was simply mismatched.

Despite this, Lu Heyang still loathed him—hated the way he stared at his rear with a knowing look, hated the way he walked around the house without clothes, constantly "igniting fires."

They tacitly avoided discussing the arrangements for Friday until the day arrived, when Lu Heyang felt it was impossible to keep it a secret any longer. Before heading out, he casually mentioned that he wouldn't be home for dinner. He had braced himself for Lu Xun to be angry, but instead, Lu Xun merely lifted his head from yesterday's economic newspaper, smiled at him, and said calmly, "Alright, I got it."

It was a smile, yet it sent chills down Lu Heyang's spine. Even by the time his afternoon classes were over, he still felt a lingering sense of unease. With an hour to go before the evening's gathering, he planned to return to his office for a proper rest, but his steps slowed as he passed the university's famous "Lovers' Slope."

The weather was truly beautiful. The sun was shining brightly on the lawn, making it gleam, and the breeze carried the scent of flowers. Across the way, a wall of pink roses swayed gracefully. Couples sat sparsely in the shadows cast by the trees, whispering softly to each other.

Lu Heyang loved the university atmosphere—everything was relatively simple, whether in love or academics. In fact, his habit of stealing had been cured during his time at university. To understand the root cause of his illness, he had chosen courses in psychology, which helped him gradually correct himself and adjust. Apart from the suppressed feelings he harbored for that one person, everything was perfect. He was armored to the teeth, and no one could see the once broken life he had lived.

Suddenly, a soft piano melody wafted through the air—it was a piano version of "Canon," with a few wrong notes played, corrected repeatedly, making for a rather clumsy performance.

Lu Heyang couldn't help but chuckle. He knew that beyond the lawn was the music classroom, typically used for choir practice. The students there were all professionally trained in music, so it was unusual for the piano to be played so poorly.

Without realizing it, he walked closer. Although it was a slight detour, he knew it would still lead to the office and wouldn't take much extra time.

The classroom door was half open, and the room inside was empty, with no ongoing practice or classes. There was only one person sitting behind the piano, eyes closed, tapping the keys while swaying, completely absorbed in the music, seemingly unaware of how bad his playing was.

Lu Heyang held his breath and began to quietly back away.

"Finished with your classes?"

Lu Xun suddenly opened his eyes, the crisp notes coming to an abrupt stop, his gaze locking onto the retreating figure at the door.

Does he have eyes in the back of his head or something? Lu Heyang thought in resignation.

"How did I play?" Lu Xun leaned out from behind the piano. Lu Heyang noticed that today he was wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows. His hairstyle had been carefully styled, revealing his forehead and those already captivating eyes. The usual unruly attitude had been restrained, making him look polished and handsome.

"You can even request a song," Lu Xun added warmly.

"You played well." Lu Heyang replied, lying through his teeth.

But please, don't play it again.

"I charge for my performances, Mr. Lu," Lu Xun said with a wink.

Lu Heyang reached into his pocket, finding only a single coin.

"This is all I have." He walked over to the piano and placed the coin on the music stand.

"Not enough, too little."

"My wallet's in the office. I can..."

Suddenly, his waist was grabbed tightly, and before he knew it, he and Lu Xun had swapped places. He found himself seated on the piano bench, facing the keyboard.

"A kiss will do," Lu Xun murmured in his ear, then gently sucked on his earlobe.

Before he could voice a refusal, his chin was lifted, and he was pressed against the piano. His elbows scrambled for support, banging haphazardly against the black and white keys, producing a chaotic yet intense melody.