This behavior taking advantage of the fact that I’m younger than him to ignore my feelings and thoughts makes me furious.
What do you mean, “it’s normal for adults to spend a night together”?
“You really think so?”
Mo An didn’t expect me to respond this way after he said that. He gave me a suspicious look, then nodded.
“Yes… ah… what are you doing?”
“You Quan, put me down!”
The moment Mo An nodded, I had already made my move, hoisting him onto my shoulder and carrying him toward my own house.
Since he’s an adult who doesn’t care about this, then what’s the difference between sleeping together for one night and sleeping together for many nights?
It was a case of “liquor giving courage to a coward”; only then did I dare to carry Mo An directly to my place like this. To leave myself no way to retreat, I threw down a harsh line while Mo An struggled.
“Didn’t you say I’m childish? Said you don’t care? Then let’s keep it going tonight.”
Mo An began to struggle violently. “Let me go, you lunatic!”
“I’m definitely not letting go today. Why should I?”
Having said that, I ignored his struggles, fueled by a rush of hot blood, and carried him straight home.
It is no easy feat for one man to use absolute strength to suppress another. By the time I opened the door and put Mo An inside, I felt quite exhausted.
Therefore, the moment Mo An’s feet hit the ground, I immediately locked the door.
Mo An looked at me with irritation, as if he never expected me to do something so crazy.
“Open the door!”
Now that I was in my own home, I suddenly wasn’t in a hurry. I admired the lingering anger on Mo An’s face, feeling quite comforted in my heart.
Sure enough, in front of Mo An, I’m just a masochist. As long as my future “wife” isn’t indifferent to me, it seems I’m okay with anything.
I leaned against the door with a “Do I look sick? Do you think I’ll open it just because you asked?” ruffian expression, just staring at Mo An.
Mo An knew that “the arm cannot twist the thigh” (you can’t win against superior force). After all, this wasn’t his territory. After a long staring contest with me, he gave up the struggle.
“You Quan, don’t you know that ‘a twisted melon is not sweet’?” (Meaning: forced love is not happy).
I sneered: “I don’t know that. I just know that a man of the new era should be responsible; you can’t just run away after sleeping with someone.”
Mo An certainly didn’t expect me to be so thick-skinned: “Mo An [Note: likely meant You Quan], how do you have the nerve to say that?”
I understood Mo An’s implication even though I was the one who slept with him and took advantage.
But the way a certain someone slipped away immediately after getting out of bed was indeed too much.
I treated it as a heaven-sent destiny, cherishing it deeply.
Mo An treated it as a beautiful accident, a passing cloud.
After catching my attention and making my body and soul crave only him, he wanted to leave scot-free? No way.
Feeling guilty yet “righteously” indignant, I rubbed my nose.
“You have to take responsibility for me. Don’t think I’ll leave you easily. Since we’ve been reunited, I won’t leave your side again.”
Just as Mo An was about to say something, I leaned forward, turned him around, and pinned him against the door.
“Don’t you feel indifferent? Then why don’t we revisit that night?”
As I spoke, I kissed the sensitive side of Mo An’s ear, the hot breath I exhaled lingering around his neck.
Mo An began to struggle slightly.
Like a kidnapper coaxing a child, I coaxed and threatened at the same time.
“Babe, didn’t you say you still don’t care?”
Mo An turned his head to the side, his hands pressing lightly against my chest. I could even feel his body trembling slightly.
I closed my eyes and directly bit his ear.
Mo An tried hard to push me away. Sensing his struggle, I let out a soft laugh.
“Why aren’t you continuing to be indifferent?”
Mo An turned his head, his eyes red as he looked at me. Those beautiful eyes looked at me clearly, filled with an angry expression.
I simply couldn’t stand him looking at me like that. I raised a hand and covered his eyes.
“If you don’t want me to ‘do’ you right now, then don’t look at me with such bashful resentment. Don’t you know that when a man is impulsive, he stops acting human?”
“You’re… shameless. Stop biting me.” As soon as Mo An spoke, I kissed the spot I had just bitten, as if to soothe it, kissing him continuously.
“I won’t bite. I’ll just dote on you.”
Neither of us spoke again. I didn’t care whether Mo An responded to me; I quietly kissed his ear.
Mo An kept his eyes closed, as if trying to show he was unaffected, but his tightly shut eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
I’ll just quietly watch you hold on and see how long you can last.
After a long time, I let go of that spot, preparing to conquer other territories belonging to my Mo An.
Mo An finally spoke, his voice unsteady.
“You Quan, don’t go too far.”
Supporting myself against the wall with both hands, I leaned over him and laughed for a long while.
“Is this going too far?”
Mo An knew he couldn’t out-argue me and didn’t waste words.
“I’ve brought you home safely today; I’ve done my duty. Take care of yourself.”
After saying that, he turned quickly to leave.
I really didn’t want to let go of the “sheep who had entered the tiger’s den.” But thinking about it, if I really kept Mo An at my house tonight and “did” him in the countless positions I’d fantasized about…
It would be pleasurable, but afterward, I might not even get an admission ticket to the “wife-chasing crematorium” (a trope for winning back an ex).
Taking a little advantage was enough for now.
So, I cheerfully pulled him back and quickly planted a kiss on his cheek. “Alright, alright, I’m not joking anymore.”
Mo An turned to glare at me, shaking off my hand and preparing to open the door to leave.
I smiled at him: “Why are you still ignoring me?”
For some reason, looking at Mo An standing silently at the door without leaving, I felt an impulse to make him respond to me.
“Please, just give me a little response, okay?”
“Let go,” Mo An said in a low voice.
“Okay, okay, I’ll let go. Don’t ignore me.” I immediately released his hand and raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.
I looked at Mo An with a beaming face, hoping he would give me a kind look.
Mo An watched me silently. I couldn’t tell if my previous rogue behavior had actually infuriated him.
Wasn’t it Mo An’s duplicity that provoked me in the first place?
Just as I wanted to say something, Mo An slowly leaned in close to me.
Before this, I had probably thought of Mo An countless nights, and in those thoughts, I wondered many times if Mo An could actively do “this and that” to me.
The fact was, when Mo An actually made a move toward me, my body stepped back before my brain could react.
“You, you, you…”
Before my “What are you doing?” could come out, I heard Mo An whisper very softly in my ear.
“Why should I pay attention to a dog?”
After saying that, while I stood there dumbfounded, he turned around. I didn’t even have time to make the “normal” reaction: pull him back, kiss him until he’s breathless, and roar at him: “Explain it to me clearly, how am I a dog?”
Mo An turned slowly, moved quickly to my other ear, and spoke slowly.
“And… a… male dog… in heat.” (Note: implying a dog “in rut” or “indiscriminately horny”). There was a sense of gnashing teeth in his tone.
Having finished, Mo An left without any lingering attachment. It wasn’t the kind of back that looked suppressed by my anger; his footsteps were light.
He left me standing there with my body leaning back, stupidly frozen, with “dog” ringing in my left ear and “male dog in heat” ringing in my right.
“Dog” and “male dog in heat” were playing in my ears like a symphony, switching between left and right channels, weaving and looping.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. After a while, when I snapped out of it, I realized I had just been unceremoniously counter-attacked by my future wife.
Even after I finished my cold shower, I was still feeling indignant.
“On what grounds? I clearly ate and wiped my mouth (slept with him), and now I just get a kiss—and not even on the mouth, just the ear and I become an ‘indiscriminate male dog in heat’?”
The consequence of having too much emotional fluctuation before bed was that I tossed and turned and didn’t sleep well. The next day, without needing an alarm, I rolled out of bed as soon as I saw the sky turning gray.
Although my “wife” still hadn’t given me a legitimate status to get close, at least he wasn’t indifferent.
He would get angry, he would strike back, and he would let me kiss his ear.
I automatically ignored the fact that the kiss yesterday was forced upon him.
Whether it’s forced or voluntary now, in the future, it will come from his heart.
Holding this thought, I quickly tidied myself up. The unpleasantness of being set up and the frustration of having no help from before had completely vanished.
The road to chasing my wife is long, but at least there’s a small flame now. I will definitely nurture it well.
I even sprayed some perfume before heading out. My wife is a sophisticated person; I can’t afford to be a slob.
However, the good mood only lasted until the phone call was connected. Because when I heard a sweet girl’s voice on the other end of Manager Pang’s phone, the imbalance in my heart reached a peak.
In my mind, Manager Pang Ho is incompetent at everything except being a fool—should be a more lonely, rough guy than I am.
I didn’t expect him to have beauty by his side; more importantly, the man who was so cautious at the company had such a great attitude toward the beauty.
Here’s how it happened.
After the call connected, I heard a girl’s voice. After a brief daze, I said, “Sorry, I might have the wrong number.”
“No, no, you didn’t. I’m his partner; please wait a moment.” Immediately, a conversation came through the phone.
“Honey, wake up.” “Hurry and wake up, someone’s looking for you.”
“Who is it? Disturbing someone’s dreams so early in the morning.” This was Manager Pang’s voice.
“Alright, stop it,” the girl said sweetly.
After a while, the phone was finally handed to Manager Pang: “Hello, who is it? If you’re sick, go see a doctor. It’s so early; even the roosters wouldn’t crow this early.”
Waking up early, failing to check the auspicious hour, being forced to listen to a scene of “you and me” affection, and then being scolded for it?
Is it because “Daddy” can’t hold a knife anymore? (Meaning: Am I losing my edge/threat?)
My voice turned cold. “Manager Pang, I didn’t know that the Chairman of your company came from a family of roosters?”