Fu Chenyuan’s body suddenly stiffened. The person in his arms was a bundle of warm fragrance and soft skin. The beautiful husband’s pure face was now filled with a dazed, flirtatious charm, and his posture as he proactively offered a kiss was a world away from his usual shy demeanor. Gazing at that sliver of pink tongue, the light behind Fu Chenyuan’s glasses darkened, and his Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably.
Does he become like this when he is drunk?
Fu Chenyuan’s voice was several shades deeper and hoarser than usual. He tilted his head back slightly, trying to escape this overwhelming proximity. “Mr. Lin, look closely. Do you know who I am?”
However, Lin Min was already lost in a drunken fog. He assumed Xie Mingyuan was playing another one of his strange role-playing games. Fearing the man would start pestering him to do something else soon, he became a bit impatient. With a touch of coyness, his moist lips brushed aimlessly against Fu Chenyuan’s neck. “Kiss me, Mingyuan. Give me a kiss.”
Fu Chenyuan’s eyes darkened as the beautiful husband rubbed against him. The man had mistaken him for his late husband and was now nestled obediently in his lap, his eyelashes fluttering as he tried to lean in for a kiss. Fu Chenyuan dodged. The kiss, carrying the scent of alcohol and sweet fragrance, landed only on the side of his tensed neck. The soft, moist contact felt like a weak electric current, causing the muscles in his arms to tighten instantly. He had to use all his willpower to maintain his hold so Lin Min would not fall, rather than losing his composure and pushing him away.
Fu Chenyuan had not expected the beautiful husband to be so unreasonable when drunk. Lin Min’s brain felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. His memory was stuck in the time before Xie Mingyuan died, back when his husband would use his drunkenness as an excuse to coax him into shameful acts and positions. Feeling the man’s slight standoffishness, Lin Min wondered if Xie Mingyuan was angry again. His pale, beautiful fingertips fumbled across the man’s face to find his lips. He cupped the man’s face and tilted his chin up, intending to kiss him directly.
Just as his soft lips were about to touch, a large, well-defined hand suddenly rose. It precisely covered Lin Min’s mouth and pulled him backward. The scorching palm blocked the kiss and pressed into the soft flesh of his lower face. Pressed against a tensed chest, Lin Min struggled instinctively, thinking with confusion why there were now two husbands.
He could not see Zhou Jin behind him. The red-haired man’s handsome, rakish face was currently dark with irritation. Zhou Jin had hoped to get some information out of the man, but this was how Fu Chenyuan “interrogated” people, by taking them into his lap. He stared irritably at Fu Chenyuan, whose suit was now a disheveled mess. “If I had not stopped him just now, were you actually going to let him taste your tongue?”
“Pulling and tugging with a man like this, Fu Chenyuan, you do not even find it disgusting?”
Despite his words, Zhou Jin’s gaze was fixed on the little widower’s flushed lips. He reached out to pull the man away from Fu Chenyuan. At that moment, things changed. Perhaps sensing another source of heat or perhaps reacting to the tugging, Lin Min turned his head in a daze. His vision was pitch black, and his blurred brain could not discern his surroundings. He only felt that the tall figure currently holding him overlapped with the memory of his lover.
He instinctively wanted to return to his husband’s embrace. Without hesitation, like a piece of sweet, soft rice cake, he followed the force of Zhou Jin’s pull and leaned limply into him.
“Mingyuan,” Lin Min murmured, his arms naturally wrapping around Zhou Jin’s neck.
As his hot, moist breath brushed against Zhou Jin’s ear, the man froze completely. His mind went blank, and the hand he had intended to use to push Lin Min away remained suspended in mid-air. The delicate texture and burning warmth at the crook of his neck sent a current through his entire body. The beautiful husband was as obedient as a kitten, his snowy, soft cheek rubbing against Zhou Jin’s neck. It caused his muscles to lock up, and even his arrogant red hair seemed to lose its usual edge. Zhou Jin suddenly felt a reaction in a certain place. He froze completely.
Fu Chenyuan remained seated on the sofa, watching the beautiful husband nestle defenselessly in Zhou Jin’s arms. He calmly observed Zhou Jin’s stiffness and shock, as well as the prominent bulge that followed.
“Zhou Jin,” Fu Chenyuan said, staring at the visibly frozen man. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable pressure. “Do you find it disgusting now?”
Zhou Jin snapped back to his senses. Meeting Fu Chenyuan’s deep, cold gaze, he immediately realized how much he had lost his composure. A mix of being seen through and a sense of provocation flared up, joined by an indescribable embarrassment. His reflex was to push away the piece of rice cake that had suddenly become a hot potato.
Lin Min, who tended to get sleepy when drunk, was drifting off under the man’s body heat. Suddenly almost falling, he stepped on the man’s abdominal muscles in annoyance.
“Do not move, Husband. I am sleepy.” Lin Min could barely keep his eyes open. He circled the man’s neck, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin of Zhou Jin’s neck.
Zhou Jin froze again, his hand hovering over Lin Min’s thin back. On the surface, he still looked like a hot-tempered college student, but the tips of his ears were turning red. Lin Min only knew that the man’s muscles were tight and the body holding him was becoming increasingly stiff. Feeling uncomfortable, he began to struggle to find a better position.
The friction of his soft body through the thin clothing was constant. Zhou Jin was worn down in an instant. A surge of heat rose uncontrollably from his lower abdomen. He wanted to let go, but driven by an indescribable frustration, his mind went blank. He raised his hand and struck the rounded, soft flesh that was rubbing against his thigh.
“Slap!”
It was a crisp sound. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The sleepy husband snapped his eyes open. The slap was not heavy; it carried a sense of both punishment and ambiguity. However, it made him let out a whimper, and his body gave a tiny shudder as if he had suffered a great grievance. Zhou Jin’s hand was still cushioned by the softness, lingering on that elastic texture. He was the first to be stunned.
What did I just do?
The living room fell into a bizarre silence. Lin Min was dazed. There was a numbing sting in that soft place. The pain was not unbearable, but the shame of being touched there was overwhelming. How could Xie Mingyuan hit him there! It must be red!
He let out a whimper and knit his brows. His dazed eyes were wide, and his long lashes trembled violently. He grabbed his husband’s hand, his cheeks burning with disbelief. Lin Min was slow-witted, but he was not a person without a temper. Facing fierce players, he might hide his personality behind a shy exterior, but facing the husband who never struck back, the drunken husband immediately changed his attitude.
“We agreed you could not hit me there. Are you not listening to me anymore?” Lin Min’s voice was thick with a nasal quality. When he made mistakes as a child, his family never treated him like this.
The more the beautiful husband thought about it, the angrier he became. Moreover, the warm muscles beneath him were becoming harder and more uncomfortable. He grabbed the large hand that was holding his wrist, fumbled for a position, and bit down angrily. Zhou Jin’s body froze instantly. The stinging sensation on his wrist was not sharp; it felt like being nipped by a small animal’s baby teeth. Feeling the man’s suddenly heavy breathing, the husband who had just bitten him felt a belated wave of guilt. A hint of sheepishness appeared in his gentle features. He unconsciously licked the spot he had just bitten.
Wearing a hooded sweatshirt, the beautiful husband looked like a college student who had just entered society, yet he was already skilled at soothing a man.
“You, let go!” Zhou Jin’s voice was incredibly dry. He wanted to pull his hand back but feared a sudden movement might hurt the other man. He could only stay frozen in that position. It was stinging and wet. He could not help but wonder if this was how the beautiful husband usually gets angry with his spouse.
How foolish. A man would only want to break him after seeing this.
Zhou Jin remained stiff. The memory of that soft, elastic touch in his palm felt like a branding iron. Blood rushed to his head, turning his handsome face bright red, even to the tips of his ears. The man who usually looked down on NPCs as sub-human completely forgot his earlier mockery of Fu Chenyuan. Staring at the small tooth marks on his hand, he yanked his arm back as if touched by an electric current. The sudden force made the husband stagger backward, nearly sliding off the edge of the sofa. The wine in the glass spilled all over them. The husband’s newly changed clothes were soaked again.
Zhou Jin did not pay attention to the mess. He instinctively reached out to catch the man, but the soft body fell into someone else’s arms. Wei Chi had stood up from the sofa at some unknown point. He held the soft bundle in his arms. Only by holding him did he realize how difficult it was to apply the right amount of force. If he were too gentle, the husband would slide away like a piece of mochi; if he were too firm, the drunken husband would kick his abdominal muscles.
“Why did you suddenly pick him up?” Zhou Jin felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his arms. Turning around, he saw the husband’s furrowed brow suddenly relax. He was now resting obediently in the arms of a man twice his size, nuzzling against the man’s chest. His pale cheeks were flushed, looking as though he enjoyed it. His white fingertips even pressed against the muscle unconsciously.
Wei Chi’s breathing remained steady. Once he was sure the person would not fall, he raised his cold eyes to the frustrated Zhou Jin. “Did you not say we were looking for the key?”
He spoke calmly, but only he knew that this was not the only reason.
“Wei Chi is right. You looked like you wanted to shove your tongue into his mouth; it is normal that you forgot the task,” Fu Chenyuan said, watching them with interest while sitting to the side. His gaze lingered on the little widower’s red lips.
“Nonsense!” Zhou Jin’s eyes widened. Like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on, he raised his voice to hide his panic. “I am straight! Perfectly straight!”
“You think everyone is like you? Letting a pretty little widower rub against you in the hallway just to be a tool for him?”
Shoving my tongue into his mouth? While he could not deny it, that place did look like it would taste sweet. Zhou Jin was startled by his own thoughts. He maintained his disdainful attitude on the surface, but his movements were so clumsy he nearly hit the coffee table. He did not want to discuss whether a man’s mouth tasted sweet with Fu Chenyuan anymore.
He walked toward Wei Chi, who had just placed the dazed husband on the sofa. His intention was to see what information had been gathered, but in the next second, he saw a calloused hand reaching toward the husband’s collar. Before his brain could process it, Zhou Jin grabbed the man’s wrist.
“What are you trying to touch?” Remembering the scene he had witnessed in the husband’s room earlier, the red-haired student reacted as if he were touching a virus. “Are you gay?”
He looked terrified, showing none of the composure he had when the drunken husband was rubbing against him earlier. Wei Chi remained silent for a moment. His well-defined fingers pulled back the fabric to hook a thin silver chain, pulling out a small pendant. “Rest assured, I have no interest in men.”
The fingertips that had touched that skin were burning. A rich fragrance lingered on them. However, Wei Chi quickly calmed down and took out an ID card from his pocket to compare them. “It is the same pattern. Xie Mingyuan must be deeply involved with Eternal Life Technology.”
His death was likely related to it as well. However, the company’s attitude was unclear. Rather than wanting the assets and shares Xie Mingyuan left behind, they seemed to be searching for something specific.
“This shape looks like a key. I wonder what it opens,” Fu Chenyuan said, growing interested. He stood and approached the sleepy husband. “After we take him upstairs, we should try to open the study.”
He pinched the pendant of the strange bird to examine it. His long hands were encased in gloves, and he did not touch a single inch of the husband’s skin. Yet, Zhou Jin still found the sight annoying. Watching two men’s fingers move over the husband’s body made him feel inexplicably irritable.
An NPC whose husband just died, besides this face, what else is worth noting? Why are they all revolving around this little widower?
He felt they should just lure out the dungeon boss while it was weak and kill it. There was no need to linger here, smelling the sweet fragrance of the room and watching these two. He turned his gaze away in frustration. As a model for brute-forcing through dungeons, Zhou Jin was used to doing things his way, but he felt a sense of restraint now. He thought about it but ultimately did not speak.
If this little widower keeps relying on them like this, will he ask them to stay with him at night because he is afraid?
Lin Min did not know what the players were thinking. He did not even know that the people tugging at him were players. In his daze, he could only feel hands falling on his collar, his neck, or the skin beneath the fabric. The scorching heat made him want to shrink away, but in the end, he was touched all over like a cat forced to reveal its soft belly.
Just as he grew more tired, those annoying hands finally left his skin. He was picked up and carried upstairs without much disturbance. As he stretched out his limbs to sleep, a familiar, irritable voice spoke, carrying an indistinguishable hoarseness.
“His body is a mess.” “Even if he does not bathe, he needs a change of clothes.” “Who is going to do it?”