"T-take off my clothes?"
Wei Ziyun's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice betraying his disbelief. Under Yin Sufang's somewhat intimidating gaze, he inexplicably climbed off him, shifted to one side, and stripped off his shirt and pants.
The last piece of clothing fell to the floor. Warm yellow light spilled gently over Wei Ziyun's firm waist, tracing smooth lines without an ounce of flab and six neatly defined abs.
Yin Sufang watched impassively, though the faint redness at the corners of his eyes betrayed his agitation. He stealthily bent his knee, kicked Wei Ziyun in the lower abdomen, and hastily pulled on his clothes. Clutching the pants that were too long for him, he scrambled out the door.
Hurried footsteps echoed through the empty corridor. Only after running all the way into the elevator did Yin Sufang finish putting the pants on. His breathing still uneven, he leaned against the elevator wall, replaying the scene in his head and cursing inwardly.
Damn you, Wei Ziyun. You want to fuck me? In your dreams.
The next day, the sun was high before Wei Ziyun finally opened his eyes.
His hangover headache made him frown involuntarily. He scratched his face and sat up in bed with a yawn.
He surveyed his surroundings through bleary eyes. His gaze slowly focused, and then he froze for a full ten seconds.
Where the fuck am I?
A motel?
An unfamiliar smell filled his nostrils. Cheap wallpaper, shabby furnishings-Young Master Wei had never slept anywhere like this in his life.
"...Fuck, why am I sore all over? What did I do last night?"
He got out of bed, planted his feet on the floor, and nearly slipped on something.
The rubbery sensation made his scalp prickle. He lifted his foot and looked. A box of condoms lay