Feng Chi carried him all the way back to the room as though carrying a child. Wen Jiu was about to protest again when the man pinned him behind the door, forcefully cutting off every infuriating word with a kiss.
"Mmph..."
Dazed, Wen Jiu felt as though even the scant oxygen in his mouth was about to be stolen by this greedy man. He pounded hard on the man's shoulders and back, barely gaining a moment to breathe.
The next second, the man caught his chin and chased his lips for another kiss.
His thighs, which had still had the strength to wrap around the man's waist, gradually went limp and dropped to the floor. His tiptoes trembled against the ground as the man held him and lifted him up.
His head swam, and he completely lost himself.
A low chuckle spilled from the man's throat. "Like it that much?"
Wen Jiu nodded, then shook his head.
"I-I don't want to like it..." he said tearfully.
Feng Chi was still smiling, but his tone was serious as he corrected him. "You have to."
"No!"
Wen Jiu couldn't understand why this bastard had to argue with him even in his dreams.
The smile on Feng Chi's face faded a little. "You have to!"
Wen Jiu broke down. "No, no, no, I won't!"
"..."
The childish argument finally ended with the man's silence. Feng Chi frowned, a hint of frustration showing.
Now he really had seen everything.
Feng Chi tightened his arms, picked him up in that same position, and headed straight for the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Wen Jiu tipped his slender neck back, his fingers sinking into the man's hair.
His legs were too weak to support him at all.
He unconsciously called the man's name. "Feng Chi..."
"Know who's kissing you now?" The man raised his head. Wreathed in steam, the red mole at the corner of his eye looked impossibly beautiful.
Wen Jiu cried out through his tears, "Feng Chi! It's Feng Chi... Sob, sob, that's fucking enough!"
The young man was like a cub pinned by a large predator, whimpering and shedding tears. His trembling legs hung against the wall, a large hand gripped his waist, and his whole body teetered.
The man's slightly muffled command came from below him. "Look down. Look at me."
Bewitched, Wen Jiu instinctively lowered his head.
When he saw what the man was doing, his face instantly turned scarlet.
"Ugh... Bastard..."
Tears filled his eyes, sliding down with the hot water and dripping onto the man's lean, muscular arm.
They struck the alluringly beautiful corner of his eye.
When everything before his eyes went blank, his mind was filled with that red mole at the corner of the man's eye, swaying ever so slightly.
Soul-stealing.
By the time he came back to himself, the man had already carried him back under the covers.
Seeing that the man seemed about to go back in, Wen Jiu caught his hand on some inexplicable impulse.
"W-why aren't you coming to bed?"
Wen Jiu had been tended to so comfortably that he lay nestled in the soft covers, sweet and pliant, while Feng Chi was nearly at the breaking point.
He had practically exhausted a lifetime's worth of self-restraint to keep from touching him.
Otherwise, neither of them would be recording the variety show the next day.
In such a dangerous situation, this little fellow actually-
Still dared to invite him to come. To. Bed?
The man bent down beside the young man's pillow, his voice dangerous. "Do you know what you're saying?"
Wen Jiu looked up, his peach-blossom eyes clear and innocent.
Wen Jiu was used to hugging something when he slept. Before, he had hugged a large stuffed bear. After he moved in with Feng Chi, the man would toss the toy aside once he fell asleep and slip into its place.
Looking at it now, habit really was a wonderful thing.
Had Wen Jiu already become so dependent on him subconsciously?
In an excellent mood, Feng Chi curved his lips and kissed the young man's forehead, his voice so gentle it could melt.
"All right."
He was just about to settle comfortably into the young man's arms when this idiot of a straight man affectionately nuzzled his arm and said, "Good teddy."
"..."
A few seconds later, a heavy bang came from the bathroom door slamming shut.
Puzzled, Wen Jiu felt around a few times until he finally found the turned-up corner of the covers, then contentedly hugged the quilt and went back to sleep.
He had barely set half a foot into dreamland when someone forcibly hauled him upright, and then-
A scorching body, damp with water, pressed down forcefully.
Early the next morning, Wen Jiu opened his slightly reddened peach-blossom eyes. The first thing he saw was Feng Chi's gorgeous face up close. His breath caught, and he instinctively pushed away the octopus beside him.
A familiar opening, a familiar scene.
Right back to his first day after transmigrating into the novel.
Yet what it brought Wen Xiaojiu were memories even more painful than those of the first night.
Fuck you!
How could a man this perverted exist in the world?!
I was that drunk! And this bastard still did all that to me!
Yes, unlike the countless classic, clichéd domineering CEO novels our Wen Xiaojiu had read, he had not forgotten a single thing that had happened after he got drunk.
Whether it was being pinned behind the door and kissed until his legs went weak, or being pressed against the bathroom wall and bitten by the man, every image was crystal clear!
Even more outrageous was that he had been about to fall asleep afterward!
And this bastard had actually dragged him up again, holding his legs-
"What? Still haven't learned the ropes?" The man's lazy voice was low, tinged with a soft laugh. "By rights, this is the second time. You should be used to it."
Used to it, my ass! I'm straight! What the hell am I supposed to get used to?!
"It's all right. I know you were drunk, A-Jiu. It's normal not to remember. I'll help you recall it slowly..."
Aaaaaaaaah!
Somebody save me!
Wen Jiu hurriedly shook his head to dispel those memories. Looking down at the man's stern profile, he simply couldn't imagine how this bastard!
Could wear that beautiful, ascetic face!
While doing something so beastly??!
Fuming, Wen Jiu got up to change. The improved impression he had formed of the man during last night's singing instantly shattered.
"Bet you didn't expect that. I'm still the one who got out of bed first." Wen Jiu paused while pulling on his trousers, his shameless face flushing, then huffed and puffed as he took a pair of loose trousers in soft fabric from his suitcase.
Only after carefully checking which way round they went did he launch into a flurry of action.
"Your daddy is still your daddy!"
With that, he glared once more at the person on the bed before storming out in a rage.
Only once the sounds had faded into the distance did the person on the bed slowly open his bloodshot eyes.
Feng Chi raised a hand and wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, then rolled over and went back to sleep.
He had only barely managed to fall asleep in the early hours last night, and his dreams had been full of Wen Jiu.
One moment, Wen Jiu was trading insults with Lin Shuheng; the next, he was dating Li Peiqi. He looked at the sky, at the ground, at Qu Feng-anywhere but at him.
Feng Chi's face darkened with anger.
The dream shifted, and he saw Wen Jiu singing onstage, radiant. Before he had sung for long, he turned into a huge Kumamon, whom Feng Chi threw into a fire to burn.
Feng Chi broke into a cold sweat with anxiety and plunged straight into the fire after him without a moment's hesitation.
He had thought the fire was scorching his throat, but when he woke up choking, he discovered Wen Jiu had his hands around his neck. This fellow was astonishingly strong even in his sleep and had nearly strangled him to death.
Feng Chi silently moved to the foot of the bed and went back to sleep, soon slipping into another dream.
In the dream, Wen Jiu kept crying, so very, very miserably, and Feng Chi's heart clenched along with him.
"Brother Qu, they're all bullying me," Wen Jiu sobbed into the phone to his manager. "They're just taking advantage of how much I love this stage..."
"Why do they have to use my love for it to bully me..."
Feng Chi felt as though a hand had gripped his heart tight, making it spasm with pain.
I really want to hold him.
Feng Chi thought it, and did exactly that. Still asleep, he once again followed the sounds and gathered him into his arms.
Smack!
A palm came at him sideways in the darkness, covering his mouth and pushing him toward the edge of the bed. "Dare to bite your daddy? Believe me, I'll punch you dead... You little punk!"
Feng Chi: ...
Big Boss Feng silently blacklisted all alcohol, along with everyone who approached Wen Jiu in his dreams.