Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 414: Should he be jealous?

Qie Xieling wasn’t afraid of a little blood. He stretched out his hand and asked, "Do you have a pocket knife or something?"

Luo Muchen had one but he didn’t want to give it to him. Qie Xieling raised his head and looked at him before asking again. "Mu Mu do you have one or not?"

Luo Muchen bit his lip before saying, "How about we go down to the medical bay and the doctor can do it for you. It’s safer that way," he said and Qie Xieling laughed. He didn’t think he as the one who was supposed to be cut wasn’t afraid but his boyfriend would be so scared for him.

"Why are you acting like the one who is supposed to get cut? Give it to me," he said and Luo Muchen locked gazes with him for a while without moving.

Qie Xieling arched his brow and made a gesture with his hand to give it but Luo Muchen refused. "I don’t have one," he said but Qie Xieling knew he was lying. The pirate who had a lot of enemies, how could he not have a pocket knife or dagger lying around? "Hey, baby... are you lying to me?"

Luo Muchen, "..."

He loved that he had been called baby but he couldn’t revel in the feeling because he was lying. He hated lying to Qie Xieling. It felt so unnatural.

He got up and took a step closer. "Mu Mu, I can tell you’re not being honest with me. I need that knife. Where is it?"

Luo Muchen’s face tensed, a hint of guilt flashing across his features. "I can’t... it will hurt. Let’s go to the medical bay."

Qie Xieling’s patience wore thin, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. With a sudden burst of determination, he lunged forward, attempting to search Luo Muchen’s pockets. "Wait wait wait... babe... you can’t cut yourself. Ah... that is not a pocket knife," he said after Qie Xieling squeezed his member accidentally.

"Oh sorry," he said but he carried on searching his pockets. The two of them tussled on the couch, their movements entangled making one wonder if they were fighting or if it was just foreplay.

He couldn’t find it but he had touched a few things in the process. Frustrated, he broke free from the tussle, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to find a dagger.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he sprinted towards the bedroom, hoping to find it there. But before he could reach the room, he heard Luo Muchen’s footsteps chasing after him. Qie Xieling’s pulse quickened, his mind racing as he scanned the room frantically.

His eyes landed on the bookshelf, and there, nestled among the rows of books, was a gleaming dagger. Relief washed over him as he grabbed it, feeling the weight of the blade in his hand.

But just as he unsheathed it he heard Luo Muchen’s voice, breathless yet filled with concern. "Babe don’t... I hurt when you hurt."

Qie Xieling, "..."

"Mu Mu, will you stop whining? I have experienced much worse pain than this," he said and Luo Muchen’s brow furrowed.

"What pain?" he asked and Qie Xieling’s eyes widened. Damn, did this man not know how painful it was the first few thrusts? It was like being jabbed at by a blunt sword.

"I got beaten several times before plus the accident that I had when you saved me... the pain was even more excruciating than a small cut."

Luo Muchen eyed him suspiciously. He had a feeling Qie Xieling was hiding something. Qie Xieling’s grip tightened on the dagger and he was about to cut across his palm when Luo Muchen stopped him. "I don’t think you need to make a large cut. Just a small one at the tip of your finger will do," while taking the dagger from him. He realised that his boyfriend had a heavy hand. "I will do it for you."

Qie Xieling nodded his head and their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

He grabbed Qie Xieling’s wrist and led him to the couch before sitting him down. "Are you ready?" Qie Xieling licked his lips instantly catching Luo Muchen’s attention. Something stirred deep inside his chest, a feeling that couldn’t be quenched by normal means making his heart beat a little faster.

Qie Xieling noticed Luo Muchen’s gaze and smiled, leaning in closer to murmur in his ear. "What?... Can’t do it "

Luo Muchen’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I can... just stay still," he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.

He felt his hands shaking a little, but he forced himself to keep calm.

With the dagger firmly in his hand, Luo Muchen took a deep breath and prepared to cut the tip of his finger. "Don’t move... take a deep breath for me," he said and Qie Xieling pursed his lips with a malicious glint in his eyes. A devious smile played on his lips, and he took a deep breath.

Before even the blade touched him he sucked in a cold breath of air and said, "AH! Fuck... it hurts."

Startled, Luo Muchen’s eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat. He momentarily froze looking at the blade that hadn’t touched him yet. With a look of distress in his eyes he said,

"But I haven’t even touched you yet. Let me see." Panic washed over his face, his worry evident.

Tears welled up in Qie Xieling’s eyes as he pretended to sob, his finger still held up to his mouth. "It hurts so much Mu Mu. You promised to be gentle. I should have just done it myself...," he whimpered, his voice trembling with fake distress.

Desperate to help, Luo Muchen gently took his hand and examined it carefully, searching for any signs of injury. His brows furrowed, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "I don’t see anything. Are you sure it hurts?"

Qie Xieling couldn’t keep himself from bursting into laughter. He took his hand back from Luo Muchen. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his amusement any longer. Confusion flickered across Luo Muchen’s face as he realised that Qie Xieling was messing with him. He wanted to press him down on the bed and punish him but this wasn’t the right time.

His concern quickly transformed into a mixture of relief and mild annoyance. "Baby, that wasn’t funny!" he scolded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Qie Xieling’s laughter subsided, and he gave him back his hand. "Here go ahead. I will stop messing with you," he said while pushing his hair back.

He winced as Luo Muchen carefully made an incision on his finger. A sharp sting shot through his hand, and he couldn’t help but hiss in pain. "I am sorry," said Luo Muchen and Qie Xieling bit his lower lip before saying,

"It is fine. Let’s see if it works." He gently squeezed his wounded finger, coaxing a thin stream of crimson to trickle out. Luo Muchen swiftly grabbed the small, secure box. With delicate precision, he pressed Qie Xieling’s bleeding finger onto the smooth surface, hoping for some sort of reaction.

They waited in anticipation, their heads almost pressing together. Time seemed to stretch, and the room was filled with an electric tension. But, to their disappointment, nothing happened. The box remained closed like it was mocking them.

Qie Xieling’s brows furrowed in frustration. He reached for the dagger lying nearby and said, "Maybe it needs more blood." Just as he was about to cut across his palm, Luo Muchen took the dagger from him and asked, "Why are you so eager to cut your palm?"

"What. I am just saying," replied Qie Xieling only for the box to suddenly jerk open, startling both of them.

Their eyes widened in surprise, their breaths caught in their throats. The lid creaked open, revealing a hidden compartment within.

The two scratched their heads in confusion. "Why is it empty?" asked Luo Muchen.

Suddenly a very very familiar voice spoke up and Qie Xieling was a little startled.

"You have got to be kidding me," he exclaimed and Luo Muchen was a little confused.

"Wow, it took you this fucking long to get me out of here? Do you know how suffocating that box is? Damn... your head was filled with love that you didn’t even think of me... You were thinking with your small head instead of your big head, weren’t you? Even after I helped you hack that bastard’s warship you still couldn’t figure it out."

Qie Xieling, "..."

"Jolie shh," said Qie Xieling but a five-dimensional image of Jolie was pacing up and down completely disregarding the environment.

Luo Muchen looked at the little lolita pacing back and forth and he was a little confused. Who was the bastard she was referring to? And how did the two of them know each other? He was more than certain that Qie Xieling had no idea what was in that box so how were they so familiar? He even knew her name. Should he be jealous?