"Mm... why... are there two of you, boss...?"
Meng Zhiyuan half-carried Jiang Ze onto the bed, steadied his swaying body, and gently began changing his clothes.
Jiang Ze shook his muddled head, then suddenly rested it on the shoulder of the man crouching down to take off his shoes and socks.
"Feeling sick?"
His deep voice was gentle, his tone almost like he was soothing a child.
"Not really..."
Jiang Ze swung his legs, restlessly kicking at the man, a tipsy smile on his face.
"My husband... mm... is so good at taking care of me..."
Meng Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and caught the youngster's restless, slender ankle, his tone turning dangerous.
"Baby, you really have the makings of a little tease..."
The alcohol had already clouded Jiang Ze's mind and emboldened him. He widened his eyes and stared straight at Meng Zhiyuan without the slightest restraint.
"What is it... hubby~?"
Meng Zhiyuan's dark eyes fixed on the unwitting seducer before him, his throat bobbing.
His gaze slowly traveled down from Jiang Ze's glistening eyes and settled on his beautifully shaped lips.
"You started this, baby..."
His rounded toes curled slightly under the man's warm breath. Still dizzy, Jiang Ze found his mouth sealed in a kiss. His temperature rose, and even his body seemed to grow weak.
A low, husky voice sounded beside his ear.
"...Don't cry later..."
Jiang Ze blinked, a mist gathering in his eyes. Paired with the tiny mole at the corner of his eye, he looked both innocent and alluring.
He seemed completely unaware of the approaching danger.
Clothes lay scattered, and long, pale fingers clutched the sheets tightly, their bent knuckles especially beautiful. The night was still young...
Jiang Ze woke with a splitting headache. Having a hangover was miserable.
He reached out