Let Me Hold You for a While

"I've noticed you're awfully quick when it comes to insulting people."

Wan Fuqi poked Li Mao in the forehead and gave a soft snort. "I was just teasing you before, trying to liven things up. You won't be getting away today either. This isn't over."

After saying that, he removed the hearing aid from his right ear under Li Mao's horrified gaze.

That was the first time Li Mao understood what human hearing truly meant.

He had no idea Wan Fuqi could read his lips.

He only knew that the nightmare finally ended when the sky outside the window had grown bright.

By the time Wan Fuqi had cleaned himself up and emerged from the bathroom, he saw the half-dead Alpha sprawled by the bed, one arm reaching out from beneath the blankets as he tried to retrieve the shredded room-service uniform from the floor.

Wan Fuqi frowned slightly.

Then he strode quickly toward the bed.

Stopping beside the Alpha, he reminded him, "You can't wear those clothes anymore."

The moment Li Mao saw that pair of slippers step into his field of vision, his body began trembling on instinct.

He cursed under his breath.

Naturally, Wan Fuqi, without his hearing aid, didn't hear what he said.

Li Mao hated how cowardly his body was acting. He quickly pulled his hand back beneath the blanket and turned his face away.

Wan Fuqi's brow furrowed even deeper.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the hearing aid he had removed earlier and set on the bedside table, then put it back on.

Having welcomed sound back in, Wan Fuqi looked at Li Mao's back, covered in bite marks, and said, "Putting on a sour face afterward—who exactly are you giving a bad review to?"

Li Mao said nothing. He merely pulled the blanket over his face, leaving only a few completely disheveled strands of long golden hair outside.

Seeing this, Wan Fuqi lifted his leg and gave the person bundled in the blanket like a turtle a neither-light-nor-heavy kick.

"Weren't you so cocky before? Mighty Alpha sir, why have you gone so quiet now?"

Seeing that the person on the bed still had no intention of responding, he casually lifted the blanket and squeezed himself underneath.

Wan Fuqi shamelessly said, "What kind of young-master tantrum are you throwing now? Did I say something wrong? Those clothes were already torn up. If you want to walk around with your dick hanging out, I won't stop you. Will that calm you down?"

Li Mao was now overly sensitive to a certain someone's pheromones.

The instant Wan Fuqi pressed close, his expression changed drastically, and he scrambled to the other side of the bed.

This time, Wan Fuqi's brows truly knotted into a dead knot.

He propped himself up, tapped the spot beside him, and ordered, "Come here. If I have to catch you myself, there won't be any room for negotiation."

The Enigma's lingering intimidation was still there.

But Li Mao still didn't move. He simply sat in the corner of the bed and raised one concise middle finger at Wan Fuqi.

Wan Fuqi gave a derisive laugh.

"Not to mention, you flipping me off right now looks especially like an invitation."

Those words dragged all those fragmented memories back into Li Mao's mind.

His face flushed red as he cursed, "Fuck off, fuck off! Screw your uncle!"

Wan Fuqi raised an eyebrow. "Still thinking about my uncle? You don't want to be my wife—you just want to be my aunt, is that it?"

"Fuck...!"

Li Mao truly had no idea how this man managed to look so refined, like some lofty flower untouched by the mortal world, only to spew obscenities ten times filthier the moment he opened his mouth.

And to make matters worse, Li Mao himself was terrible at speaking.

Before he could fire back at one sentence, the next had already come raining down on him.

With his stomach full of anger, Li Mao raised his fist and tried to smash it into Wan Fuqi's canvas-perfect face.

Unfortunately, his entire body was weak and limp, and he had yet to regain his strength. His once wind-whistling fist was effortlessly caught in the man's palm.

With a pull of his hand, Wan Fuqi dragged the little stutterer straight into his arms.

"Hiss..."

After landing in his embrace, Li Mao didn't curse. He only took shallow, gasping breaths.

Wan Fuqi lowered his head and gently brushed aside the sweat-soaked strands of hair clinging to the side of his face.

Patiently, he coaxed, "Stop making trouble. Let me hold you for a while."

Li Mao didn't resist in Wan Fuqi's arms. His big eyes merely darted around twice.

Once he saw that this beast genuinely just wanted to hold him, he relaxed a little.

He lightly nudged the Enigma, who had already closed his eyes to rest, with his elbow.

Wan Fuqi opened his eyes and looked at him.

Li Mao pulled one arm out of his embrace and held up his index and middle fingers.

Wan Fuqi stared for a long while before guessing uncertainly, "Victory?"

Li Mao rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Victory my ass.

He pinched his fingers twice like a crab and answered, "Cigarettes. In my clothes p-pocket."