On the way back, Xia Xi was the one driving. The car was silent, with only the soft background music easing the atmosphere.
Ever since the two of them got into the car, Xia Xi had sensed something was off. While driving, he kept his neck stiff, not daring to look back or utter a single extra word.
After dropping them off at the hotel, he stepped on the gas and sped away.
Luo Ying followed Lu Rang into the elevator, staring at his tall back and feeling rather wronged.
He had just gone out to meet a friend, had a meal, and drank a little.
Why did he inexplicably feel like he’d been caught cheating?
“How do you know Wen Silan?”
Lu Rang finally spoke.
Luo Ying had known he would ask this.
“We met at a party in the circle a while back.”
Luo Ying turned the question back on him. “What about you?”
Lu Rang didn’t answer, only asking in a calm tone, “You told him I’m your friend?”
Huh? What else was he supposed to say?
Tell him you’re the sugar daddy keeping me?
Luo Ying grumbled inwardly but softly replied, “Mhm.”
The hotel room door beeped open. Before Luo Ying could even take in the room’s layout, Lu Rang pulled him inside.
With a crisp click of the door closing, Lu Rang lifted Luo Ying and placed him on the countertop in the entryway.
The curtains in the room were drawn tight, enveloping them in pitch-black darkness.
In the dark, one’s vision weakens, but other senses gradually sharpen.
He could clearly feel Lu Rang’s warm breath lingering around him, the faint woody scent emanating from his body intertwining with the smell of alcohol on Luo Ying, slowly blending into the air.
Lu Rang held Luo Ying’s waist with one hand while the other pinched his cheek, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze.
As his vision gradually adjusted, Luo Ying squinted. He couldn’t make out Lu Rang’s expression but guessed he must be wearing a cold, serious look.
Because the eyes fixed on him were as deep as a pool, reflecting the faint light in the room—a light that seemed like flames ready to consume him.
Luo Ying felt a bit helpless. “Lu Rang, you…”
Suddenly, Lu Rang wrapped his arms around Luo Ying and let out a long sigh.
Like a balloon deflating after being filled, or waves receding into the sand.
He rested his chin on Luo Ying’s shoulder, his soft hair brushing against Luo Ying’s neck, his voice filled with restrained grievance and helplessness. “We’re clearly in a relationship, aren’t we? How could I just be your friend?”
Blinking in the dark, Luo Ying realized this was what had been bothering Lu Rang the whole way back!
Such a small thing—he’d almost thought his golden goose was about to fly away.
Luo Ying patted Lu Rang’s back, coaxing him. “I get it. Next time, I won’t tell anyone you’re just my friend.”
Lu Rang lightly bit Luo Ying’s earlobe as if punishing him, his soft lips kissing his cheek.
His voice was low and captivating, like a forest spirit luring the heart. “Say I’m your boyfriend. Got it?”
“G-got it.”
Luo Ying flushed, turning away in embarrassment. His neck tingled from the touch, his legs dangling in the air. As Lu Rang nudged his knees apart, he was afraid he might slip off, so he could only wrap his legs around Lu Rang’s waist.
Lu Rang’s hand wandered restlessly under Luo Ying’s sweater, stroking his abdomen through the thin shirt.
Luo Ying didn’t exercise, so he had no abs—just a slender waist and a slightly sunken stomach.
“Lu Rang, not here…”
The hand on his body slid lower. Luo Ying reached out to stop him but was caught by the wrist.
The unspoken words were swallowed back as a soft tongue invaded his mouth, sweeping recklessly. Sweetness and moisture intertwined, breaths stolen bit by bit, Luo Ying couldn’t help but tilt his head back, responding fervently.
Lu Rang’s palm supported Luo Ying’s body, gently tracing the distinct ridges of his spine through the thin fabric, slowly moving downward. The warm hand slid to the waistband of his pants, tentatively encroaching inch by inch.
“Mmm—”
Lu Rang’s kiss grew increasingly wild and intense, his lips forcefully claiming those two soft petals.
The heat stirred within Luo Ying ignited from the deepest part of his being; he could feel his blood rushing faster.
His heart pounded wildly, his entire body consumed by fire and passion.
It wasn’t love reaching its peak, but desire driven by the dark of night.
Or perhaps the excitement bursting forth from over twenty years of solitude.
The restlessness within awakened his slumbering cravings.
When desire reached its zenith, ambiguous kisses could no longer satisfy the depths of his heart.
From the entryway to the sofa, the bathtub, the bedroom—the air was thick with the mingling of their scents.
Tonight’s moonlight tangled with the darkness, ragged breaths repeatedly striking the tremors deep within Luo Ying’s soul.
The soft morning light streamed in, illuminating half the room.
Luo Ying opened his eyes to find himself facing Lu Rang’s sleeping form.
Lu Rang’s thick brows exuded a heroic air, his lashes slightly curled, the bridge of his nose high and straight, his skin well-maintained, almost flawless with no visible pores.
Even in sleep, his handsome features remained striking. For a moment, Luo Ying felt a flutter in his heart as he gazed at him.
Luo Ying tried to shift his body slightly, but exhaustion and soreness overwhelmed him, forcing him to give up.
Recalling the scenes from the previous night, a faint blush spread across Luo Ying’s cheeks.
Lu Rang’s skills were far better than he had imagined.
Before this, he had heard that the first time could be painful, but last night, he and Lu Rang had been surprisingly compatible.
Apart from the initial discomfort, his body had quickly adapted.
After last night, Luo Ying had witnessed Lu Rang’s wild and domineering side.
This completely reshaped Luo Ying’s perception of him.
In his memory, Lu Rang was quiet and reserved, someone who would blush at even a simple joke.
Now, he seemed like an experienced and skilled veteran driver.
Was this the result of his past relationship with his first love?
Luo Ying frowned, his lips curling slightly—clearly, this assumption made him uncomfortable.
But this displeasure quickly dissipated.
After all, his relationship with Lu Rang was purely transactional, bound by money. To put it bluntly, without that “white moonlight,” Luo Ying wouldn’t even be in the picture.
So, getting upset over unnecessary matters felt rather cheap.
Since Lu Rang was both skilled and generous, Luo Ying decided to simply enjoy the arrangement. Whether Lu Rang saw him as a shadow of someone else, in his eyes, they were just friends with benefits.
Luo Ying held firm to one principle: focus solely on making money. They could sleep together, they could kiss, but once he earned enough, he would leave without hesitation.
After all, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. If not for the circumstances, he would be the one pampering others.
Once he paid off his debts and sorted out his father’s mess, he would go find himself a sugar daddy! Flirt with men! Pamper a top! Pamper ten of them!