Don't Look at Me

Hearing the oddly paced footsteps, Wen Chengze hurriedly looked up. What met his eyes was a refined face, with sharp brows and bright eyes, coldness in his gaze as he looked down at him from above.

The instant Wen Chengze looked up, a flicker of unmistakable surprise appeared in Zhong Mohan's eyes before quickly disappearing.

Wen Chengze pinched himself hard and regained some clarity.

"Why... why are you here?"

This was supposed to be a place for guests to rest temporarily. Why was Zhong Mohan here?

Zhong Mohan watched Wen Chengze. The young man's face was flushed, his eyes glistened with moisture, and his gaze held obvious wariness. He did not look like he was putting on an act at all.

Suppressing the heat rising in his chest, he said, "I came here to rest."

Wen Chengze frowned. "Go to another room. Something is wrong with my condition right now, so it isn't appropriate for you to stay here..."

Zhong Mohan could now confirm that Wen Chengze had likely been set up just like him.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "I probably can't get out."

Wen Chengze's eyes widened as he watched Zhong Mohan turn and twist the doorknob, only to find that it would not move at all.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath.

If Wen Chengze still did not realize that he had been set up at this point, then he had lived for nothing.

Suddenly realizing the state of his body, Wen Chengze sharply looked at Zhong Mohan.

If this had truly been deliberate, then he could not be the only one whose body was acting strangely.

Sure enough, a faint flush had crept up Zhong Mohan's neck, and his breathing had grown heavier.

Wen Chengze took a deep breath. No matter who had arranged this, he absolutely could not have any contact with Zhong Mohan.

"Mr. Zhong, your condition should be much better than mine, so please go to the bathroom. I'm worried I may lose control later. I'm sure you don't want anything uncontrollable to happen either." He forced himself to stay rational long enough to finish that lengthy sentence.

Once he was done, Wen Chengze could no longer hold himself up and fell back onto the bed. His suit jacket had long since been rubbed off, several buttons of his shirt had come undone, and the hem had ridden up.

Nearly thirty years of life experience told Zhong Mohan that the most rational choice was to listen to Wen Chengze, go to the bathroom, and find a way to calm down. But seeing that Wen Chengze did not even want to look at him, Zhong Mohan's anger flared even hotter, whether because of the drug or something else.

His leather shoes struck the floor with heavy thuds. Wen Chengze thought Zhong Mohan had gone to the bathroom and was just about to sigh in relief when someone suddenly gripped his waist.

Before he could react, Wen Chengze had already been thrown onto the bed, and a shadow immediately pressed down over him.

"Do you dislike seeing me that much?" Zhong Mohan's voice was low.

Wen Chengze's mind was already a muddled mess. He had no idea what Zhong Mohan was talking about; he could only feel his hands and legs being pinned down.

"Let go... Let go of me!" He thought his tone was fierce, but to Zhong Mohan, he was like a little fox cub. From his looks to his voice, everything about him seemed to carry a hook.

"I won't. You don't want to have anything to do with me? Then I refuse to let you have your way." With that, Zhong Mohan abruptly lowered his head.

"Baby, you're so beautiful." His husky voice ignited a blaze.

The little fox cub was completely restrained, without even the slightest chance to resist. He could only endure it.

"Don't hold it in." Sweat beaded at the man's nose as he nuzzled him intimately.

The little fox cub was still forced to let out several clingy sounds, stirring the beast beside him even further.

An hour later, Wen Chengze regained consciousness, but his head ached, his waist was sore, and his legs were weak. He could not muster any strength at all.

He silently cursed that beast, but Wen Chengze still used the last of his strength to move farther away from Zhong Mohan.

He had barely shifted twice before the man beside him hooked him back with a long arm and pulled him into his embrace.

"Feeling good now? You were clinging to me just now, and now you're tossing me aside?" Zhong Mohan teased.

Wen Chengze gritted his teeth. "Mr. Zhong, I don't seem to have been the only one unwilling to let go just now. Besides, we aren't familiar with each other, so it isn't appropriate for you to hold me like this. More importantly, you're awake now, so you should investigate what happened instead of wasting time here. Otherwise, someone might come in later and get a live viewing."

The man lowered his head to look at the young man, who was no longer as soft and obedient as before, and deliberately traced a finger across his waist. "We aren't familiar?"

Wen Chengze's face turned cold as he pushed Zhong Mohan away indifferently. "We're both adults, and what happened just now was unavoidable. I won't take it to heart. Mr. Zhong is young and accomplished; you've probably experienced this sort of thing plenty of times, so you certainly won't take it to heart either. So let's not mention it again."

His technique was so good. Who knew how many people he had practiced on? Hmph!

Wen Chengze's words completely darkened Zhong Mohan's expression. He knew Wen Chengze was not the type to throw himself at others, but he had not expected that after they had shared such an intimate encounter, Wen Chengze could still treat him so coldly. Zhong Mohan felt somewhat unpleasant.

He was not some flood or ferocious beast. Why was Wen Chengze avoiding him like this?

But when his gaze landed on Wen Chengze's pale, luminous skin, his expression softened.

Wen Chengze was rubbing his waist. When the person beside him fell silent, he instinctively turned his head and noticed that Zhong Mohan's gaze had settled on him.

He lightly bit his lip and pulled the blanket higher. "Don't look at me."

Noticing the shyness in his tone, Zhong Mohan raised a brow. Seeing the young man's bright red ears, he smiled.

He was not as cold as he looked. At the very least, he was the type who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

"You rest here. I'll go out and take a look."

Only after Zhong Mohan left did Wen Chengze suck in a breath and turn over onto his stomach.

He smacked his head resentfully. How had he failed to hold himself back just now? And how had they ended up rolling around on that stupid bed sheet?

Zhong Mohan clearly was not a simple person. More importantly, he was at the center of the coming turmoil. If Wen Chengze became involved with him, his wish to keep the Wen Household away from conflict would become even more impossible to achieve.

After regretting it for three seconds, Wen Chengze reined in his emotions.

Since it had already happened, there was nothing he could do about it. He could only find a way to minimize the losses and figure out exactly what had happened tonight.

After carefully thinking it over, the champagne placed in the corner seemed to have been deliberately left there.

But if someone had truly done it on purpose, why not just have him drink it directly? Why leave it in the hall, where it could be accidentally drunk by anyone at any time?

Zhong Mohan's condition earlier had also been wrong. He must have been drugged too.

So tonight had been aimed at Zhong Mohan, and Wen Chengze had been innocently dragged into it.

In a fit of pique, he punched the pillow beside him. It was all his fault!

As expected, he was a troublesome man. Wen Chengze still had to stay far away from him. Nothing good ever happened when he ran into him!