MAPF Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Misunderstanding Cleared, Self-Taught

Xie Shiwei curled up on the sofa waiting for He Qin.

The bathroom water flowed incessantly, his heart pounded like a drum. Thinking about what might happen later, his face grew redder, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

Before long, He Qin pushed open the door, bringing with him a wave of mist from the bathroom. As the mist dissipated, He Qin’s figure gradually became clear. His half-dry, half-wet black hair was all swept back, slightly dripping with water. The water droplets fell on his shoulders, then slid down the texture of his skin, following the lines of his muscles, and finally disappearing on the thin bath towel wrapped around his waist. He looked extremely sexy.

Xie Shiwei stared with wide eyes, feeling hot all over.

He swallowed and decided to get down to business first: “He Qin, there are some things I think you need to know.”

He Qin waited to see what Xie Shiwei was up to. He sat down beside Xie Shiwei, put his arm around him, and rested Xie Shiwei against his bare chest. He smiled and said, “Tell me, I’m listening.”

Xie Shiwei’s back trembled, and his face flushed even more. After much deliberation, he decided to start with that earth-shattering, tear-jerking bedroom scene from the original novel.

“Although it’s a little embarrassing to say, before I transmigrated, I saw what happened between the original you and Bai An in the original novel.”

Xie Shiwei recounted the plot fluently and in detail.

He remembered it too well; he didn’t need to recall it at all.

The more He Qin listened, the more he felt this was an utter insult to him. His teeth clenched tighter, and his fists grew harder.

Xie Shiwei actually believed such outrageous things!

He tried his best to suppress the anger burning in his heart, struggling to maintain a stiff expression. He really wanted to interrupt, but Xie Shiwei was so eloquent that he didn’t get a chance to interject.

“The original He Qin took many kinds of medicine, but couldn’t last more than two minutes. So he said he would have surgery and definitely cure this problem.” Xie Shiwei’s voice grew softer and softer. After speaking, he sighed in relief, turned to look at He Qin’s frozen face, and sighed, taking He Qin’s hand to comfort him, “It’s okay, He Qin, I’ve already decided to be with you, so I won’t make things difficult for you because of this.”

“I originally thought that even if you really couldn’t get better, I’d still be willing to be with you. Some people may not be good down there, but they’re great up there, and the experience can be good too.” Xie Shiwei thought of the stomach-nurturing literature he had read, and his face flushed completely.

“But after returning to the country, I suddenly remembered that the original He Qin only took various Western medicines and had never taken Chinese medicine, so I went to get you some Chinese medicine, treating it like a last-ditch effort.”

“But now it seems like there’s really a turning point! Don’t be embarrassed, just tell me directly. Did you go to the doctor last night because the Chinese medicine I prescribed worked?”

He Qin finally couldn’t listen anymore, grabbing Xie Shiwei’s shoulders and turning him to face him, glaring at him through gritted teeth: “Xie Shiwei, have you ever considered that the ‘me’ you’re facing now actually doesn’t have a problem?”

Xie Shiwei was stunned: “No problem? How is that possible? Then why did you go to the doctor?”

He Qin was furious and didn’t care about being proper anymore, using rather blunt language: “I was normal to begin with, but after drinking the Chinese medicine you gave me, my body was burning with desire, and I wanted to see you every day, wanting to go to bed with you until the world turned upside down!”

These words hit Xie Shiwei like a thunderbolt, stunning him.

He retreated into himself with a red face, confused.

Is that so?

He Qin is okay?

How could it be?

Xie Shiwei curled up into a ball, dizzy, and continued to ask: “Then before, when we were kissing and stuff, how come, there was no reaction down there?”

He Qin understood what Xie Shiwei was saying, rubbed his temples, and sighed helplessly: “Shiwei, I had a reaction.”

Xie Shiwei innocently said, “But I specifically looked, and I couldn’t see it.”

“At home, I specifically wore tight underwear and loose pajamas. I was afraid my reaction would be seen by you, making me seem,” He Qin paused, “making me seem very impatient, driven by lust. Didn’t you notice I always went to the bathroom?”

Xie Shiwei said, “Oh, I knew that, but I thought you were hiding because you were afraid I’d find out you couldn’t get hard.”

He Qin was completely speechless.

Xie Shiwei’s thought process really left him at a loss for words.

So, all these days, they had been misunderstanding each other, creating an explosive level of misunderstanding.

He Qin shook his head, his anger dissipated, and he laughed. The smile was faint, but it was also very beautiful.

Xie Shiwei stared blankly at He Qin’s smile.

If he really got it wrong, and for some reason He Qin in this world was a normal person, then every time he went to the bathroom, he was actually, taking care of it himself?

He asked He Qin in a low voice to confirm.

He Qin nodded.

Xie Shiwei couldn’t help but swear.

What’s going on! What exactly is the transmigration mechanism! He couldn’t understand. The settings in the book could match up with this world, the plot could be changed, and people themselves could change?

He Qin asked, “Where did you see that plot?”

“I clicked into it from a pop-up link on my phone in the middle of the night.”

“A pop-up link?”

“Yeah, a pop-up link.” As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shiwei was stunned. He realized something was wrong. The website he used to read novels was very primitive and never seemed to have a pop-up link function.

Damn it. It was twelve o’clock at night, right when he was feeling horny, and he hadn’t thought of this at all.

Xie Shiwei suddenly thought of a possibility, and gasped: “Could it be that I wasn’t reading the original novel, but some pirated website or a fan-made parody on a reader forum?”

He Qin looked at Xie Shiwei’s dazed expression and said with a smile, “Very likely. Didn’t you say the original novel was a dog-blood story? It’s understandable that readers would want to write something even more dog-blood after reading such a dog-blood plot.”

Xie Shiwei collapsed on the sofa and rolled around three times.

Oh heavens, how could this be! So he was wrong from the beginning!

Xie Shiwei twisted and turned like a hemp rope, his pajamas were all askew, revealing a section of his slender waist.

He Qin didn’t plan to hold back anymore. He caressed Xie Shiwei’s waist, leaned down, trapped Xie Shiwei between his arms, and said in a low voice, “Shiwei, your misjudgment of me has been hindering us for too long, slowing us down too much. I don’t want you to continue to misunderstand.”

Their eyes met, their breaths intertwined.

He Qin kissed Xie Shiwei’s trembling eyelids, and then asked in his ear, “Today, now, is it okay?”

Xie Shiwei bit his lip, reached out and hooked He Qin’s neck, pulled He Qin down to be close to him, closed his eyes, and kissed him.

Two young people who had long admired each other were self-taught in this area.

At first, Xie Shiwei controlled the rhythm of the kiss, but later the control was taken away by He Qin, no longer adhering to any bottom line like before, each step going deeper and more fiercely.

……

After who knows how long, Xie Shiwei finally fell asleep, carried by the sated He Qin to the bathroom. During this time, Xie Shiwei woke up groggily for a while, asking He Qin for a kiss, and then fell asleep again.

The night ended with the two of them sleeping in each other’s arms in bed.

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When Xie Shiwei opened his eyes again, it was noon the next day, and He Qin was nowhere to be seen.

In the first second of regaining his senses, his mind frantically flashed through everything from last night.

It was too much, but he really liked it.

Even though there was no one in the room, Xie Shiwei was still shy and wanted to cover his face with the soft quilt, but when he moved his arm, his whole body ached, especially in a certain place.

It was great. It would be even better if it didn’t hurt so much.

Just as he was thinking this, He Qin walked in with hot water.

Xie Shiwei heard the sound and slowly crawled out from under the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes: “Morning.”

He Qin gently picked up Xie Shiwei, letting him lean in his arms, and fed him water.

“Are you hungry?”

Yesterday’s consumption was great; Xie Shiwei was very hungry.

He Qin told him to wait a moment and went out to get the food that had been kept warm.

He contacted Wang, the butler, in the morning and asked him to send some of Xie Shiwei’s favorite home-cooked dishes.

When Butler Wang came, Xie Shiwei was still fast asleep in the room.

He Qin specifically instructed him to make it light. Butler Wang of course understood what had happened between his young master and his husband. He was both gratified and sad, and gave He Qin a lot of instructions, then reluctantly pushed open the bedroom door and quietly looked at Xie Shiwei’s well-behaved sleeping face.

“Butler Wang, if you really miss Shiwei, I’ll bring him back to the Xie residence often in the future,” He Qin said.

Butler Wang immediately beamed with joy, praised He Qin for once, and without lingering, returned to the Xie family.

He Qin brought the warm food and a pot of chicken soup into the room, placed them on a prepared bed tray, and fed Xie Shiwei mouthful by mouthful.

They didn’t talk much while eating. Xie Shiwei was shy, and He Qin, looking at his shy appearance, also felt a rare nervousness.

He wanted to know if Xie Shiwei was satisfied with him, but now the atmosphere of last night was gone, and he didn’t know how to start.

But after Xie Shiwei finished eating, he took the initiative to praise He Qin for making him feel very comfortable yesterday.

He Qin’s eyes lit up.

Xie Shiwei poked him again, his eyes full of expectation: “How was I? Did you like it?”

He Qin’s Adam’s apple bobbed: “I liked it very much, Shiwei, I like you very much.”

“Then, can we restore that post-marriage agreement?” Xie Shiwei embedded his fingers into He Qin’s palm, asking with great anticipation, not concealing his need for sleeping with He Qin.

He Qin knew that Xie Shiwei was talking about the overbearing clause of seven times a week that the original Xie Shiwei forced him to sign before their marriage.

He Qin smiled and nodded.

Having tasted it, he was equally addicted.

But soon Xie Shiwei realized that he was too hasty.

He and He Qin did need an agreement, but it should be an agreement that set an upper limit.