Don't Look at Me

Hearing the strange footsteps, Wen Chengze hurriedly looked up and saw a refined face—sharp brows, bright eyes, and a cold gaze looking down at him from above.

The moment Wen Chengze looked up, a flicker of obvious surprise appeared in Zhong Mohan's eyes, only to be quickly concealed.

Wen Chengze pinched himself hard, becoming a little more clearheaded.

"Why... why are you here?"

This should have been a place temporarily set aside for guests to rest. Why would Zhong Mohan be here?

Zhong Mohan watched Wen Chengze. The young man's cheeks were 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 agitation in his chest, he said, "I came here to rest."

Wen Chengze frowned. "Go find another room. Something's wrong with my condition right now. It isn't appropriate for you to stay here..."

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

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

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

"Damn it!" Zhong Mohan cursed under his breath.

If Wen Chengze still did not realize he had been set up at this point, he would have lived all these years for nothing.

Suddenly realizing his own condition, Wen Chengze abruptly looked at Zhong Mohan.

If this had truly been arranged on purpose, there was no way he would be the only one whose body was acting up.

Sure enough, faint flushes 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 that I may lose control later. I'm sure you don't want anything uncontrollable to happen either." He forced himself to remain rational as he finished the long speech.

After saying that, Wen Chengze could no longer hold himself up and fell back onto the bed. His suit jacket had long since slipped off, several buttons on 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 and go to the bathroom to find a way to calm down. But seeing how Wen Chengze did not even want to look at him, whether because of the drug or something else, only made Zhong Mohan's anger burn hotter.

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

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

"You really don't want to see me that badly?" Zhong Mohan's voice was low.

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

"Let go... Let me go!" He thought he sounded fierce, but to Zhong Mohan, he was like a little fox cub, his looks and voice both seeming to carry an irresistible hook.

"I won't. You don't want 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 pinned down with no room to resist and could only endure it.

"Don't hold it in." The man's nose was beaded with sweat as he nuzzled him intimately.

The little fox cub was still forced to let out a few clingy sounds, further provoking the beast on the other side.

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

Cursing the beast under his breath, Wen Chengze still used his last bit of strength to move farther away from Zhong Mohan.

He had barely shifted twice when the man beside him swept him into his arms with one long arm.

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

Wen Chengze ground his teeth. "Mr. Zhong, I don't think I was the only one who didn't want to let go just now. Besides, we aren't familiar enough for you to hold me like this. More importantly, you're awake now, so what you should do is investigate what happened tonight instead of wasting time here. Otherwise, someone might come in and watch the live scene before long."

The man lowered his head to look at the young man, who was nothing like the soft and obedient person from before, and deliberately traced a finger over 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 plenty of things like this, so you certainly won't take it to heart either. So let's not mention it again."

He's so skilled. Who knows how many people he practiced on? Hmph!

Wen Chengze's words completely darkened Zhong Mohan's face. He knew Wen Chengze was not the sort of person who would try to ingratiate himself with others, but he had not expected Wen Chengze to remain so cold toward him after they had shared such intimacy. Zhong Mohan felt rather unsettled.

He wasn't some kind of monster. Why was Wen Chengze avoiding him like this?

But when his gaze fell 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 Zhong Mohan's gaze 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. When he saw the young man's bright red ears, he smiled.

He wasn't as cold as he seemed. At the very least, he was cold on the outside and warm on the inside.

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

Only after Zhong Mohan left did Wen Chengze hiss in pain and turn over to lie facedown on the bed.

How had he lost control just now? And how had he ended up rolling around on this damn bed sheet?

Zhong Mohan clearly was not a simple man. More importantly, he was at the center of everything that would happen next. If Wen Chengze became involved with him, his hope of keeping the Wen Household away from conflict would become even more impossible to realize.

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 damage and figure out what exactly had happened tonight.

After thinking carefully, he recalled that the champagne glass placed in the corner seemed to have been deliberately left there.

But if someone had truly done it on purpose, it would have been better for Wen Chengze to drink it directly. Why leave it in the hall, where anyone could accidentally drink it at any time?

And Zhong Mohan's condition earlier had been wrong as well. He must have been drugged too.

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

He punched the pillow beside him in frustration. It was all Zhong Mohan's fault!

As expected, he was a troublesome man. Wen Chengze still had to stay far away from him—nothing good ever happened when he encountered Zhong Mohan!