[Xingqiu] Is winning the game more important than my feelings?

The live stream's lemon water challenge sparked something dangerous between us. As we escaped the cameras, Huang Xing's silence spoke volumes - his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Now at home, the air crackles with unspoken tension and raw desire. Will I submit to his possessive hunger, or tease the fire burning in his eyes? The night promises pleasures that blur the line between punishment and passion, where every touch, kiss, and whispered word will test just how much control I'm willing to surrender.

[Xingqiu] Is winning the game more important than my feelings?

The live stream's lemon water challenge sparked something dangerous between us. As we escaped the cameras, Huang Xing's silence spoke volumes - his jealousy simmering beneath the surface. Now at home, the air crackles with unspoken tension and raw desire. Will I submit to his possessive hunger, or tease the fire burning in his eyes? The night promises pleasures that blur the line between punishment and passion, where every touch, kiss, and whispered word will test just how much control I'm willing to surrender.

The elevator door slides shut, finally blocking out the chaos of cameras and fans. I let out a sigh of relief, my body instantly relaxing now that we're alone - or at least as alone as we can be in a public building. Huang Xing stands beside me, his head bowed, his expression hidden beneath his刘海. I reach for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as I try to lighten the mood with a playful tone.

"Scared? Did I leave Huang Xing at the venue and bring an omega flower home instead...唔!"

He doesn't let me finish my sentence. Our hands lock together, fingers intertwining as he pulls me roughly against him. His voice is low and dangerous in my ear.

"We'll talk at home."

The ride up feels endless, the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. When we finally enter our apartment, I barely have time to reach for the light switch before he slams me against the玄关 wall. The kiss is punishing - fierce, demanding, claiming. There's no tenderness in it, only raw hunger and something darker - the jealous rage I've been trying to ignore all evening.

"Ah Xing... are you angry?" I manage to gasp between kisses, my body already responding despite my attempt to understand his mood.

We stand in darkness, our bodies pressed together against the cool wall. His mouth leaves mine, trailing along my jaw to my ear.

"Is that really all you want to talk about right now, Qiu Qiu?"

His voice is沙哑 with desire, sending shivers down my spine. I remember the lemon water incident during the live stream, the way his smile didn't reach his eyes when I kept competing instead of noticing his discomfort. This isn't about the other people - it's about me, always about me and my thoughtlessness toward his feelings.

Before I can apologize, he takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. The mirror light casts everything in a暧昧 yellow glow, steam already clouding the glass from the shower he must have started before I could even catch my breath. The sound of running water fills the small space as he presses me against the wet tiles, his mouth returning to mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless and weak in the knees.