"1609...1609...1906."
Huh? Which one was it?
Cheng Yue bent over, pointing at the floor numbers inside the elevator.
"1609, hmm...1906. Right, the nineteenth floor!"
Having located the number 19 with perfect precision, Cheng Yue blew the hair off his forehead and pressed it with absolute confidence.
A string of quiet muttering broke the corridor's peaceful silence. Cheng Yue swayed along until, after rounding a corner, he finally found the number he had been longing for.
1906.
With alcohol clouding his mind, reason was beyond his reach. He stared at the door with a goofy smile for a few seconds, then reached out and knocked.
Huh? No response?
Cheng Yue frowned. Just as he was about to knock again, he noticed something hard in his hand. "Tsk, I really drank too much. I've got the key card right here."
Line it up with the sensor. Open sesame!
After a brief musical chime, Cheng Yue smiled and pushed down the door handle.
Huh? It won't open? Why!
Cheng Yue tried again, but the door still refused to open. Furious, he raked a hand through his hair, bent toward the sensor, and gave it a stern talking-to-or a threat. "Be good! Open the door! If you get in the way of my fun, I'll..."
Click.
The door slowly opened.
Cheng Yue blinked, his gaze traveling upward.
"...Handsome."
Were all the male escorts working these days this hot?
A white shirt and dark gray dress pants wrapped a tall, lean frame, outlining some very nice curves, especially from Cheng Yue's current angle.
What a perky ass.
The man clearly went to the gym regularly. His body was top-tier.
Stray locks fell across his sharply defined brows. His eyes were inky black, his pale lips curved in a faint, noncommittal smile, and a pair of rimless glasses rested on his nose, lending him a refined, scholarly air.
Even Cheng Yue, a conceited bastard who praised himself in the mirror every day, had to admit it.
So fucking handsome.
The man looked like an immortal descended to earth. Even the slight crease between his brows could make someone's heart quiver.
Ji Huaijin wore the hotel's disposable slippers, yet still radiated cool, aloof elegance, making Cheng Yue, bent over and ogling him, look all the more furtive.
Cheng Yue slowly straightened and murmured, "Qi Su, my brother from a different father and mother."
Calling him my godfather wouldn't be going too far.
They stood barely a meter apart. Despite the dim lighting at the bar earlier, Ji Huaijin easily recognized the man before him as the poor little unlucky fellow Lin Shuyang had mentioned.
He had only glanced at him from afar then. Now, up close, he could finally make out his features. His disheveled hair did nothing to hide his strikingly handsome face.
And those dark brown eyes, shimmering faintly as they gazed at him, seemed to be trying to tell him something.
Ji Huaijin suddenly recalled the "good show" Lin Shuyang had mentioned. Looking into those eyes, he felt some of the restlessness brought on by his insomnia abruptly subside.
"You've got the wrong room. Go downstairs and ask the staff to take you..."
What was he yammering about? Cheng Yue hooked an arm around his neck and leaned in.
The internet said that to hold a man's attention, you had to capture his lips first.
Sure enough, he'd shut up. The internet hadn't lied.
The handsome face came close in an instant. Long lashes trembled over tightly closed eyes, betraying the turmoil and nervousness beneath.
As his lower lip was sucked, Ji Huaijin's gaze behind his glasses instantly darkened, becoming unfathomable.
He had only just returned to the country, and word hadn't spread yet. Even if someone wanted to play a prank on him, it wouldn't be something like this.
Besides, this was just a little drunk.
Adults were dry tinder. All it took was a fierce spark; even the slightest testing touch could set them ablaze.
His retreating steps seemed forced, but in truth, they were more like a deliberate lure, drawing his prey into the gaping mouth of an abyss. With nothing holding it open, the door slowly swung shut.
Click.
Cheng Yue instinctively used a little more force, then raised his eyes to meet an inscrutably dark gaze.
Ji Huaijin licked his bitten lower lip and gave a soft click of his tongue. "What are you trying to do?"
Even drunk, Cheng Yue hadn't forgotten his original mission. He confessed honestly, "Something fun!"
He might not have had any firsthand experience, but he'd seen plenty online. Virgin though Cheng Yue was, his theoretical knowledge rivaled that of a seasoned player.
Videos, written stories, porn-he had studied them all carefully.
Ji Huaijin seemed amused. Those eyes looked clear and innocent, yet his actions and words were bold enough to scorch.
"Really? Then this isn't nearly enough fun."
Before Cheng Yue could react, he was pushed against the wall in a daze. He accidentally hit the light switch, and the darkness instantly heightened every sensation.
Unlike his own clumsy inexperience, the other man was like a fierce python, gripping his prey and refusing to let go. Cheng Yue's taut nerves snapped in an instant.
Like a fish out of water, he clung tightly to the man, trying to catch his breath.
The story began absurdly, but its ending was even more shocking.
Only when Cheng Yue was pinned to the soft bed did he suddenly realize that something seemed to have gone wrong.
"No, this isn't right!"
"What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?"
Something loosened around his waist, followed by a warm touch. Miraculously, Cheng Yue's mind cleared, and he frantically tried to stop him.
"Not like this! I'm supposed to be on top, ngh..."
A broad, scorching chest pressed against his back, and heavy breathing sounded beside his ear. "All right. You can be on top next time."
Next time? Next time, my ass!
I was fucking supposed to fuck you! Not get fucked by you! Aaaah!
Cheng Yue was awakened by a steady knocking at the door. The instant he opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, his mind went blank.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
As fragments of the night's chaotic, sensual scenes forced their way into his mind, the aches in his body came flooding in too.
Cheng Yue felt as though someone had smashed every part of his body to pieces, then put him back together.
His vacant eyes closed again.
As long as I don't wake up, those maddening memories can't catch me.
"Hello, your food delivery is here. Could you come out and collect it?"
Ha. Can't catch me, my ass.
What was the saying? Spend your days hunting hawks, only to have one peck your eyes out?
The problem was, he'd never even hunted one.
The knocking grew louder. He could faintly hear someone outside calling for assistance over a walkie-talkie.
Cheng Yue struggled to prop up his upper body and stopped the situation from escalating with a hoarse shout. "Stop knocking. I'm not dead."
There was silence outside for a few seconds before someone called, "Sir, do you need help?"
Sure. Could you help me beat that unreliable bastard Qi Su to death?
Expressionless, Cheng Yue shifted into a sitting position, then made his way to the door bit by bit, a faint air of death hanging over his face.
The attendant nearly cried when the door opened. Thank goodness, he was still alive.
Uh, but he didn't exactly look well, either?
"Sir..."
"Thanks. No need."
Cheng Yue stiffly accepted the delivery bag, drifted back into the room like a ghost, and lay down again.
No more words were needed. He just wanted some peace and quiet.
How on earth had things turned out like this? Cheng Yue went through everything from the beginning and finally pinpointed the culprit.
"Qi Su! You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight!"
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