Mad Dog

Zhi Qi felt like she was about to suffocate in the cramped space.
Her crimson lips parted as she gasped for air, and the places Jiang Qi’s fingers had touched felt like they were burning, searing with heat, making her head spin.
It was only when half of her loose shirt was pulled down, exposing her pale, slender collarbone to the cool air, that the chill snapped her back to reality.
“Jiang Qi…” The girl bit her lower lip hard, trying not to succumb to the wave of desire, bending her knees to press against the boy’s thin chest.
Her porcelain-like feet stood out vividly against the night, gradually pulling Jiang Qi’s crumbling emotions back together.
This was wrong.
Jiang Qi took several deep breaths and withdrew his long hand from under Zhi Qi’s shirt.
“I’m sorry.” He held her tightly, cradling her head in his arms, and softly said, “I couldn’t hold back just now.”
Zhi Qi was taken aback, clearly sensing the slight tremor in Jiang Qi’s arms as he embraced her.
In truth, the feeling of kissing was really nice, and being with Jiang Qi felt amazing.
So, after a pause, she forced down her shyness to utter the word “continue.” She truly wanted to experience that feeling of “being one” with Jiang Qi.
But Jiang Qi froze for a moment, then couldn’t help but laugh.
He wrapped his arms around her, and the rare sound of his hearty laughter resonated from his chest, making Zhi Qi feel it as well.
The girl pouted, feeling like Jiang Qi was laughing at her, and playfully complained, “Why are you laughing at me?”
“Fool.” Jiang Qi cupped Zhi Qi’s face in his hand, gently stroking her lip with his thumb, then lowered his head to kiss her forehead, radiating endless tenderness and affection. He only said this one line, yet it conveyed everything unspoken.
Not continuing was not due to any other reason; it was simply that Jiang Qi wasn’t ready to let go.
Although he really wanted to “satisfy his desires,” he hadn’t met Zhi Qi’s parents yet and didn’t feel he had the right to claim her outright…
In truth, Jiang Qi had always been extremely self-isolated and indifferent to the opinions of others, living on the fringes.
But once it involved Zhi Qi, he wanted to go about things “step by step,” wanting to possess her completely without fear.
Yet Zhi Qi felt he was being overly cautious.
With a sigh of exasperation, Zhi Qi playfully punched Jiang Qi’s chest and mumbled, “What’s the big deal? We’re both adults now.”
Both Zhi Qi and Jiang Qi were already twenty-two after the New Year, which meant they were not only adults but also of legal age to marry. Yet here he was, so hesitant. Could it be…
Zhi Qi suddenly had an idea. Through the starlit dimness, she looked up at Jiang Qi’s sharp jawline and softly provoked him, “Are you afraid I won’t be responsible for you?”
……
Jiang Qi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. “Zhi Qi, what are you talking about?”
“I’m not talking nonsense.” Zhi Qi smiled and boldly climbed on top of Jiang Qi, straddling his lean waist, using the dim light to pin him down. She pressed her small hand against his chest to keep him from getting up, looking down at him from above.
Through the transparent tent ceiling, the starlight sprinkled down into Jiang Qi’s amber eyes.
Zhi Qi saw his emotions shift from shock and confusion to… an uncontrollable desire.
“Jiang Qi, give it to me.” The girl couldn’t help but laugh, her fair and delicate face flushed with color. The loose shirt she wore slipped down, revealing most of her luminous shoulder, making her appear like an enchanting fairy.
In Jiang Qi’s eyes, Zhi Qi’s slim waist swayed gently beneath his large hand, like a tempting water snake.
And the “fairy” lowered her head, accurately biting Jiang Qi’s thin lower lip.
Zhi Qi’s voice was soft and gentle, like an invisible thread weaving into Jiang Qi’s ears, binding him entirely. She said, “I will be responsible for you.”
This line was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
The boy was already restless and on the verge of breaking, like a furnace waiting to ignite in the heat of summer—while the girl recklessly threw a match inside.
Jiang Qi’s gaze grew deep and obscure, like a mix of raging fire and icy depths. Then, in an instant, he moved with the swiftness of a leopard.
He grabbed Zhi Qi’s waist and firmly held her in place.
Perhaps it was fate.
This place was a breathtaking scene; if he and Zhi Qi were truly ready to be together for a lifetime, eventually possessing each other, this little tent in the vast expanse would surely be the most beautiful place.
The temperature inside the tent rose, the atmosphere dreamy and hazy.
In her daze, Zhi Qi felt as if she was being roasted over a fire and couldn’t help but cry softly.
How annoying! Wu Ying hadn’t warned her that doing this would hurt so much!
It hurt so much, so much.
Zhi Qi bit her pale lip, her watery eyes glaring resentfully at Jiang Qi, her originally flushed face turning a bit pale, silently complaining: It hurts.
“Be good.” Jiang Qi leaned down slightly, kissing her gently to soothe her. “It won’t hurt in a bit.”
But his actions only made Zhi Qi feel even more wronged.
Through her tear-blurred vision, she finally noticed the myriad of scars scattered across Jiang Qi’s body as he drew closer.
Zhi Qi was stunned for a moment, completely forgetting the pain.
She knew that if it weren’t for the lack of light in the tent, Jiang Qi wouldn’t have taken off his shirt in front of her, allowing her to see all this. But through the starlight… she still saw it.
Zhi Qi remained silent for a moment before gently kissing him.
With her soft lips, she delicately caressed the scars, knowing she couldn’t erase the marks of the past but still unable to resist the urge to try.
And the girl could feel Jiang Qi’s body stiffen for a moment.
“Zhi Qi, aren’t you afraid?” His cold voice was hoarse from their intimate entanglement. “Aren’t you disgusted?”
Zhi Qi’s chestnut-colored hair was already damp with sweat, strands sticking to her forehead and revealing her long, slender neck.
“No.” Her voice was also hoarse, perhaps from the emotion, exhausted yet still tiredly shaking her head. “I’m not disgusted with you…”
How could she possibly be disgusted with Jiang Qi?
For Zhi Qi, seeing the intersecting scars and marks on the boy’s body only made her want to kiss him—if that could ease his pain and bring him a little joy.
It was only until that night when they reached the final moment that Zhi Qi, exhausted to the brink of sleep, vaguely understood the “joy” Wu Ying had spoken of.
The kind of happiness that came from merging with the person she loved, exhilarating and entirely different from any other experience.
In her hazy state, the girl couldn’t help but recall the more youthful Jiang Qi from high school.
When they went to the rooftop of their school, and Jiang Qi helped her put on the shoes she had accidentally dropped, the flicker of fire in his eyes back then was something Zhi Qi now finally understood.
Jiang Qi at that time was just like this.
His gaze was fixed, filled with an insatiable desire to possess.
*That was the kind of look that said, “I want to eat you.”