A whistle sounded in the distance.
This was very common in the dense jungle, representing some kind of human command.
Nie Jun wiped the wet marks on Kong Wenyu’s lower abdomen and stared at him.
Kong Wenyu’s chest rose and fell gradually back to normal, and his consciousness returned to his mind. His clear eyes followed and looked at Nie Jun.
No one spoke.
After a while, Nie Jun reached out and touched his hair, reminding him, “It’s time to go.”
Kong Wenyu didn’t move, and after a while he pointed at the corner of his mouth.
Nie Jun reached out and wiped it to wipe off the remaining marks.
He washed his hands with the water in the stream, then lowered his head to rinse his mouth, and finally washed his face with cold water.
Kong Wenyu glanced down and said, “I’ll help you.”
The whistle was nearby, and someone would come soon.
Nie Jun said, “No need.”
After saying that, he was afraid that Kong Wenyu would misunderstand him, so he added, “It doesn’t count this time, let’s try again when we get back.”
Kong Wenyu looked at him for a few seconds, and asked, “Why doesn’t it count?” as Nie Jun pulled him up and lay on his back.
Nie Jun carried him forward.
At this moment, Kong Wenyu’s body temperature was higher than when he just woke up in the morning. He was soft and mushy, and he seemed to have a nasal tone when he spoke, as if he had just stayed up all night.
If you look closely, you can find the redness in the corners of his eyes, and his lips are more than one shade darker than usual.
The feeling afterwards was very strong.
“Using your mouth doesn’t count.” Nie Jun’s mind was full of the moment when he closed his eyes and raised his head, revealing his fragile neck. “This time it was one-sided on your part, it doesn’t count.”
Kong Wenyu’s limbs were weak, his arms were hanging down, and his expression was very satisfied.
Nie Jun noticed that he was in a good mood, and after thinking for a while, he asked, “Are you happy?”
Kong Wenyu glanced at him casually.
It was obvious that Nie Jun was the kind of person who would be gentle afterwards, whether in the small and claustrophobic cabin storage room or under the shadow of the huge crown.
Even Kong Wenyu, who was so indulgent, could feel the warmth.
“Very experienced?” He sighed.
“Talented.” Nie Jun replied.
Kong Wenyu was silent again.
Nie Jun guessed that this should be a sign of approval, and he breathed a sigh of relief silently. He climbed up the shorter slope along the dead branches, stood on the high ground and looked around.
Kong Wenyu didn’t ask, and didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.
Nie Jun determined the direction and continued to move forward with him on his back.
The body temperature close to each other made people feel very safe, even on a deserted island with few people.
“Does your foot hurt?” he asked suddenly.
Kong Wenyu was drowsy, opened his eyes a little and said “Hmm?”
Nie Jun whispered: “You may have stretched your foot just now. I saw you frowning. Does it hurt?”
He meant that Kong Wenyu couldn’t control himself at the end, and tightened his thighs and toes for half a minute.
It was difficult for anyone to restrain their instinctive desires and reactions at that moment, and Kong Wenyu was no exception.
“It hurts a little.” He admitted easily, “I like pain. But not too fast, go slow, the foreplay should be long, step by step, don’t bite directly at the beginning.”
“…” Nie Jun was speechless.
Kong Wenyu asked: “Why don’t you say anything, not very confident?”
Nie Jun was forced to speak: “Wait until you recover from your injury, you can go slower.”
“How slow?”
“It depends on your physical strength.” Nie Jun said, “I can do it.”
Kong Wenyu sneered lightly: “Can you still control the time?”
“Try next time.” Nie Jun said calmly.
Kong Wenyu was awakened by his shameless words and raised her eyelids to look at him.
The morning sun shone on the other side of his face, outlining a clear golden line from the tip of the nose to the chin, disappearing into the man’s collar.
He didn’t take off his clothes just now, just pulled the collar down for convenience. From Kong Wenyu’s perspective, he could clearly see the collarbone.
It couldn’t be seen now, so Kong Wenyu reached in and touched it.
Nie Jun paused for breath and did not say anything to stop him.
Kong Wenyu quickly retracted his hand: “Last time I used my feet, this time you use your mouth, one time each, it’s fair.”
Nie Jun didn’t mean that, and didn’t want to be fair with him: “This time it’s interest.”
Kong Wenyu didn’t say anything, Nie Jun acquiesced to his refusal: “It’s okay if it’s not.”
Kong Wenyu looked at him.
Nie Jun walked steadily under his gaze, his lips slightly pursed, his eyelashes were clearly visible when he lowered them, his jaw was clear, and his neck was clean.
The whistle sounded again, and Kong Wenyu turned his eyes away.
Nie Jun climbed the gentle slope in that direction, and when he reached the drop step, he held him with one hand and pulled the tree trunk with the other hand.
He exhaled and shouted to Hai Ming who was passing by in the distance, “Here.”
Hai Ming responded immediately, and when he saw the person on his back, he immediately turned around and ran over.
“Found it?!” he said in surprise, and then blew the whistle vigorously.
The sharp whistle resounded through the forest, bringing the news of Kong Wenyu’s discovery to everyone.
Hai Ming helped Kong Wenyu down from his back and found that his foot was injured. He frowned immediately and squatted down to check.
He did not ask what happened, nor did he ask where Kong Wenyu went or why he left alone. Instead, he questioned Nie Jun: “Why didn’t you follow closely? Why didn’t you blow the whistle as soon as you found him?”
“The whistle was lost.” Nie Jun was very sorry.
Without waiting for Hai Ming to continue questioning, Kong Wenyu interrupted him: “No more playing, back to the boat.”
Even if he wanted to continue playing, he couldn’t play with his ankle swollen like this.
Hai Ming comforted him: “Sit here for a while, I’ll go to the boat to get a stretcher.”
Kong Wenyu didn’t need to be comforted. He glanced at Nie Jun, and Nie Jun immediately understood: “I’ll carry you.”
Hai Ming paused, and his eyes looking at him were mixed with a hint of doubt.
Nie Jun’s expression remained unchanged, and he had already squatted down.
He had just finished giving Kong Wenyu a blowjob, gently, caressing, panting, and sweating.
Next time, it wouldn’t stop at just that.
Maybe it would be on the boat, maybe at the Kong family’s place, or maybe somewhere completely unexpected—like a bathroom.
That kind of secret understanding shared only between the two of them made one’s heartbeat speed up, even their fingertips felt slightly numb.
Kong Wenyu kept a stern face as he leaned onto Nie Jun’s back. Nie Jun carried him, heading toward the shallow beach.
Hai Ming stood there watching for a moment, then belatedly followed.
The scattered group members gradually returned. Yu Jiaduo caught up, still short of breath.
“Xiaoyu!” He walked alongside, checking his hands and feet. Seeing that it was just a twisted ankle and no missing limbs, he exhaled a huge sigh of relief. “Where the hell did you run off to? You almost scared me to death—we’ve been searching for you all night!”
Kong Wenyu turned his head to look at his exhausted face and the dark circles under his eyes, and couldn’t help but curl his lips into a faint smile.
“You can still laugh?” Yu Jiaduo felt like his head was going to explode. He called to the bodyguards behind him: “Someone get over here and carry me—I’m about to collapse.”
A bodyguard immediately stepped forward to carry him. Kong Wenyu explained, “I missed a step, twisted my ankle, and couldn’t climb back up.”
“Then you should’ve called out for someone,” Yu Jiaduo said, sprawled out on the guard’s back, finally feeling a bit more comfortable but utterly drained. “Today, I’m not walking another step.”
“I did call, but it was too far—you couldn’t hear me.”
“Where’s your personal bodyguard?” Yu Jiaduo pressed. “What’s he even here for, letting you run around alone? If he’s useless, fire him.”
Nie Jun’s expression didn’t change as he kept walking steadily.
Kong Wenyu didn’t react much either. “He should be punished.”
Hai Ming hurried to catch up, but before he could say anything, Yu Jiaduo lashed out indiscriminately: “Captain Hai, you really need to check the quality of your security team. Luckily we found him—what would you have done if something had happened?”
Hai Ming nodded in agreement.
Yu Jiaduo went on, “Your security team is supposed to be top-tier—smart and strong. How could something like this even happen? You should fire a batch of people!”
Kong Wenyu cleared his throat, cutting him off. “Were you even sincerely looking for me?”
“?” Yu Jiaduo froze, lifted his head to look at him, and after a few seconds, replied, “Of course I was. My legs might not literally be broken, but they’re close. My throat’s completely shot from yelling for you—don’t you have any heart?”
His voice was indeed hoarse. He must have been shouting a lot last night, but because they were going in the wrong direction and the fog was heavy, they hadn’t been able to hear each other.
By the time they reached the boat, the rest of the people were returning as well. Di Xun, as the host, sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the injury and immediately called for the ship’s doctor.
Once the doctor examined him and said the injury wasn’t serious, Di Xun finally relaxed.
Standing on the outskirts of the group surrounding Kong Wenyu, Nie Jun also quietly let out a breath of relief.
Hai Ming walked over, gave him a quick once-over, and didn’t say much—just told him to go change clothes.
Nie Jun’s windbreaker was still on Kong Wenyu. He was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and the exposed arms showed prominent veins running over solid muscles that stretched the sleeve cuffs into a hard curve.
There were some messy scratches on them, likely from branches as he moved through the forest.
Nie Jun withdrew his gaze from Kong Wenyu, standing still without moving.
Hai Ming sighed. “I’ve been in this line of work for ten years, and I’ve never heard of someone actually losing their boss. As for what the punishment will be, we’ll have to wait for instructions.”
Nie Jun didn’t argue, his attitude calm. “I’ll accept whatever comes.”
Hai Ming felt a twinge of sympathy. “Reflect on what happened first. I’ll try to fight for you with the boss. If I really can’t, and they insist on letting you go, I’ll recommend you somewhere else.”
“…”
All Nie Jun could do was say thank you. Hai Ming waved him off, telling him to go back to his room and rest.
Over on Kong Wenyu’s side, once the bandaging was finished, he looked up and saw Nie Jun’s back as he left.
The exhaustion of the night, plus the early morning attentiveness, didn’t seem to affect him at all. His broad shoulders still carried a chill, almost like the sharpness of dawn’s dew.
“How long before he can walk again?” Yu Jiaduo asked.
Kong Wenyu pulled his gaze back, listening to the doctor’s reply: “Fortunately, it was treated promptly and stabilized, so no secondary damage occurred. About a week, and he should be back to normal. But he needs to be careful—no strenuous activity.”
“Strenuous activity,” Kong Wenyu thought.
“No rock climbing for now,” Yu Jiaduo said regretfully. “That new gym by the archway has so many hot guys and girls—every type you can imagine.”
Kong Wenyu didn’t comment. Yu Jiaduo glanced around, and when no one was paying attention, he lowered his voice: “They’re way higher quality than the batch on Di Xun’s boat. There are even special shows.”
Kong Wenyu casually replied, “Are we talking about rock climbing or pimping?”
“…” Yu Jiaduo was momentarily choked. “Don’t act like you’re some saint. You don’t like watching?”
Kong Wenyu pulled out his phone, searching for a mobile signal on the ship. He barely managed to find one bar.
Yu Jiaduo kept chattering, saying he wanted to go with him; otherwise, it wouldn’t be any fun.
Kong Wenyu just made a vague “mm” sound to acknowledge him while scrolling to Nie Jun’s number. He sent a message:
Ten minutes. My room.
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