“He is not here alone,” Meng Yu said, his cool gaze landing on the woman in front of them. His words were a clear declaration of possession.
The woman looked at the two of them acting so intimately and understood immediately. She murmured an apology and beat a hasty retreat.
“Why are you here?” Meng Yu lowered his head to ask Lu Shian.
Lu Shian looked up at him slightly. “What about you?”
“I came with Meng Wan,” Meng Yu explained.
“I came alone.” Lu Shian lowered his head, picked up the glass on the bar, and took another sip.
Meng Yu snatched the glass from his hand and said seriously, “In your current condition, you cannot drink.”
“Doctor Meng,” Lu Shian squinted his eyes and looked at him lazily. “Are you looking after me?”
“Yes.” Meng Yu pulled at Lu Shian, intending to lead him out.
Lu Shian pulled back, his voice two shades softer than usual. “Doctor Meng, I was just thinking about you, and then you appeared.”
Meng Yu’s heart fluttered at Lu Shian’s words. He was not sure if he had heard correctly. “What did you just say?”
“I said I miss you.” The alcohol had gone to his head; Lu Shian was feeling very light right now.
Meng Yu’s breathing grew heavy. He squeezed Lu Shian’s waist, his voice soft and flirtatious. “What were you thinking about me?”
“Thinking about kissing you.” Lu Shian hooked his arms around Meng Yu’s neck and pulled him close, seeking a kiss.
“I will satisfy you.” Meng Yu tilted Lu Shian’s baseball cap to the side and shifted him to a position where others could not easily see them before kissing those flushed, moist lips.
Kissing in a bar was perfectly normal, so not many people paid them any attention.
Zhuo Xun, who had just come out of a private room wearing his bar waiter uniform, put away the empty bottles and turned around to see two silhouettes locked in an embrace in the corner. Having seen them just a few hours ago, he recognized them instantly by their clothes and stature.
He froze on the spot, his beautiful eyes filled with disappointment and pain. An empty bottle slipped from his hand, but the two people nearby remained drowned in each other, unable to pull away.
Meng Yu eventually called someone to look after Meng Wan while he took Lu Shian back to his place. They went to the bathroom, where Meng Yu bathed him while carefully avoiding the freshly removed stitches on the back of his head. The air warmed, the atmosphere of ambiguity reached its peak, and everything proceeded naturally.
The next day, Lu Shian woke up with the nausea and headache that follow a blackout. His neck was sore, and there was a hand pressed beneath him. The unusual sensation made him shake off his fatigue, his nerves becoming highly alert.
He looked to the side and saw Meng Yu’s handsome, satisfied face. Seeing it was Meng Yu, Lu Shian’s heart settled back into his chest. He could not remember a thing about the previous night, but one look at Meng Yu’s chest told him exactly what they had done.
At their age, it was not their first time. Lu Shian did not get angry or overthink it. He calmly scanned the surroundings and asked Meng Yu, “Is this your house?”
His throat was dry and painful; his voice was raspy.
Meng Yu was somewhat surprised by his composure but responded, “Yes. I have throat lozenges; I will go get them.” After speaking, Meng Yu lifted the covers, dressed quickly, and left the bedroom.
Lu Shian sat up and carefully examined the room. It was not large and had a faint, fresh fragrance. It was equipped with everything necessary and was kept very clean. Of course, that did not include the bed beneath him, which was a mess from their activities.
Meng Yu returned quickly and placed the lozenges on the table. “Eat them after you wash up.” He then added, “Your phone was ringing in the living room all night. I checked just now and it was dead, so I plugged it in for you.”
“It rang all night? Why did you not answer it?” Lu Shian was puzzled. Who would dare call him in the middle of the night, and so persistently?
Meng Yu looked down at the half naked man on the bed, a smile playing on his lips. “I wanted to go out and get it for you, but you would not let me.”
“You!” Lu Shian felt inexplicably embarrassed and changed the subject. “What time is it?”
“Eight thirty.”
“Are you not working?”
Meng Yu replied, “I have two days off. I am on call today.”
“I have work at nine.” As Lu Shian spoke, he lifted the covers to get out of bed.
“Mm. I washed and dried your clothes last night, and I cleaned you up too.” Meng Yu left the room again.
Lu Shian’s pupils contracted slightly. Did this man have such good stamina? He could still bathe someone and wash clothes after they finished? It was simply inhuman. Ridiculous!
Meng Yu returned and handed the laundered clothes to Lu Shian. Looking at the clean underwear on top, the tips of Lu Shian’s ears turned uncontrollably red. Thinking about Meng Yu personally washing his underwear made him feel a sudden sense of shame.
“What are you embarrassed about?” Meng Yu stood by the bed with his arms crossed, watching him.
Lu Shian picked up his underwear and endured the shame to ask, “Did you hand wash them?”
“Yes.”
If Meng Yu had said they were machine washed, he would have preferred to go without.
“Thank you,” Lu Shian said as he began to dress.