As he went downstairs, Jing Xun suddenly felt a wave of physical discomfort.
It wasn’t his usual kind of illness. In fact, Jing Xun was absolutely certain this wasn’t his original body—his old body had been so frail that he felt miserable every second, as if carrying a weight of a thousand pounds.
But in this world, that heavy sense of burden had vanished.
For the first time, Jing Xun experienced what it meant to be light and free from disease.
This time, although his body began to heat up inexplicably, it wasn’t the agonizing sensation of being on the verge of fainting that he was used to…
Suddenly remembering something, Jing Xun pushed open the iron door next to him after leaving the rooftop and walked deep into the dim corridor.
He knew this place was a bar.
After all, this was one of the turning points in the protagonist bottom’s fate, involving the famous scene where the shou was physically mistreated for the first time. Not long ago, Senior Pei had detailed everything that happened here in the novel to him and the Second Senior…
The plot related to this location didn’t end just because he didn’t jump off the building.
—Before going to the rooftop, the protagonist bottom had drunk a glass of water handed to him by a friend of the scum gong.
A glass of water spiked with something.
When he was pursued by the scum gong—who was pretending to be poor—the original owner, Yan Jingxun, had naively thought they would be like a normal couple, progressing from dating to graduation, marriage, and spending their lives together.
The original owner, who sought a simple and romantic life, had always been very conservative.
He had never been in a relationship, had never mingled in the gay scene, and certainly didn’t understand the decadence of high society.
Consequently, even after learning about Shen Bohan’s true identity, the original owner decided to follow his heart after some thought.
Between him and the scum gong, they had never crossed that line.
The reason the scum gong wasn’t in a hurry to have him was that he had “eaten” plenty elsewhere; at first, Shen Bohan even found such a pure Yan Jingxun quite charming.
But “simple” meant “boring,” especially since the scum gong was at an age where he loved to play. He quickly lost patience with Yan Jingxun, becoming hot and cold, and his words and actions grew increasingly disdainful.
The scum gong’s friends saw this. Having never respected Yan Jingxun, they naturally tormented him without limits.
That glass of water just now had been drugged.
Purely as a prank.
The original plot went like this: after the original owner jumped and broke his arm, he was sent to the hospital where the drug took effect. The scum gong who followed him thought the original owner had attempted suicide out of love. Moved by this, he naturally “relieved the toxin” for him in the hospital ward.
The two of them completed their first “great harmony” after a breakup, achieving the “broken bone sex” milestone among the protagonist bottom’s various disabled sex scenes.
The plot was so full of holes it was beyond words, but it was just a nonsensical, melodramatic novel; it wasn’t worth nitpicking the setting or details.
Even if Jing Xun had now become Yan Jingxun.
The urgent matter.
Was to figure out what to do now.
After pushing open the iron door, a narrow corridor appeared before him.
It was pitch black, very short, and extremely chilly—a bit inconsistent with the midsummer temperature.
It seemed like it was going to rain outside; thunder rumbled, making the corridor feel even more eerie.
However, this was a crowded bar after all, so there was nothing truly terrifying.
Jing Xun leaned against the corridor wall to calm down.
To provide a logical reason for the “broken bone sex,” the original author had specifically noted that this drug dissolved into the bloodstream; even if one were in a hospital, it would be too late to pump the stomach.
Whether this setting was realistic or not, Jing Xun’s current condition probably couldn’t be solved immediately by going to the hospital; he would have to endure it.
So, to stop the discomfort, he either had to power through it himself or find someone to “relieve the toxin.”
Jing Xun didn’t even consider the first option.
He knew the pain of illness too well. If physical discomfort could be avoided, he didn’t want to bring suffering upon himself.
As for the second method…
Jing Xun stepped forward again.
But who should he find for the second method?
Finding the scum gong was impossible, and his social circle was out of the question.
According to the subsequent plot described by his senior, after the jump, news of Yan Jingxun’s “suicide for love” would spread through the campus. Strangers would attack him, the scum gong’s friends would despise him, former acquaintances would mock him, and teachers who once valued him would express their disappointment…
Although the original owner’s academic performance wasn’t outstanding, he had been well-liked.
After that incident, Yan Jingxun’s reputation would be ruined, and the feeling of being suddenly isolated by everyone was like the world collapsing.
At that time, the scum gong, who treated him reasonably well during his hospitalization, became the original owner’s only emotional support.
Like grabbing onto the only piece of floating wood in the water, the original owner gradually ignored the disappointment he felt when being teased by the gong’s friends and forgot the boredom the gong had shown him.
This was why his feelings for the scum gong deepened.
From the scum gong’s perspective, however, he was only slightly moved by the fact that Yan Jingxun was willing to die for him and felt he should take responsibility.
And having “eaten” the person, he found him fresh again.
But once he had eaten his fill and Yan Jingxun’s injuries healed, the scum gong would become bored with him once more.
Jing Xun, even with zero dating experience and having read few romance novels, could not accept such a scummy person.
The gong or shou labels aside.
Mainly, this simply wasn’t something a human being should do.
Furthermore, according to his senior, the high society set in this book was extremely distorted—everyone seemed to be a social climber who toyed with emotions, with non-existent morals.
The most popular and beloved character among readers was actually the book’s villain.
Under these circumstances, Jing Xun naturally wanted to stay away from everyone in this circle…
As he was thinking, a wave of heat suddenly surged within him. Jing Xun’s legs buckled uncontrollably, and his forehead was already covered in sweat.
The drug’s effect had fully taken hold.
But strange…
Jing Xun pulled open another iron door. Behind it, it was still pitch black—no sound, no light.
…This was clearly a nightclub, and it should be the liveliest time of night. How could there be such a quiet place?
Just as he was feeling unbearable, a man’s voice suddenly came from not far away: “Who is it?”
Jing Xun: “…”
In the middle of the night, in a pitch-black space where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, the sudden appearance of a voice was incredibly startling.
But that voice was deep and resonant. Although it sounded a bit raspy and gravelly at first, it was a truly sexy and intoxicating bass… especially for the current Jing Xun. Just hearing those few words made a current of electricity seem to pass through his tailbone, and a joyful, reckless desire to indulge followed immediately.
As the nation’s leading child prodigy, Jing Xun’s sexual orientation was rarely a topic of concern.
Firstly, his appearance and temperament were like an angel fallen to the mortal world. Combined with his achievements, he was shrouded in a holy light, so who would focus on whether an angel liked men or women?
Secondly, Jing Xun’s previous broken body doomed him to a life of asceticism.
He hadn’t even thought about it himself.
He only occasionally saw magazine posters and felt that men were more attractive to him than women.
That was all.
So never before had simply hearing a man’s voice generated such an unprecedented feeling of stimulation.
This feeling was more like a drug, as if all the senses suppressed over the years had been released, making one unable to resist being attracted to the owner of that voice, desperate to do something…
“Sir, sorry, I…”
But as soon as Jing Xun spoke, he suddenly didn’t know how to continue.
Thinking was one thing, but making such a request of a stranger—shame had already overwhelmed him.
While he was hesitating, a few footsteps sounded from across the room.
Then that man’s voice rang out again, saying ambiguously: “Who let you up? Nie Yandong? Quite bold.”
Jing Xun: ?
Jing Xun was completely baffled.
Then, several wall lamps in the room were lit. In the dim light, Jing Xun finally understood why the room was so dark.
This was clearly a suite. There were windows—more than one—but they were all tightly covered by thick curtains.
In addition, the room must have undergone special soundproofing, which was why it was so quiet.
Aside from himself, there was only one other person in the room. In the silence, there was only the faint sound of rain tapping against the window; it seemed to be raining outside.
At the same time, Jing Xun saw the man’s appearance.
The man wore a well-fitted, high-end custom suit. He was very tall, estimated to be around 190 cm.
For such a tall man, his features were exceptionally handsome.
His long brows stretched out in a dashing manner, and his eyes were extraordinarily deep. His nose bridge was high, and his lips were neither thick nor thin—unremarkable at first glance, but paired with his sharp jawline, they looked like a naturally carved piece of art, perfect and without flaw.
The only thing amiss was his tight facial expression. The gaze with which he sized Jing Xun up was serious and carried a hint of hostility; he looked like someone not to be trifled with.
The moment their eyes briefly met in the air, Jing Xun instinctively took a step back.
What was with this feeling of electricity running through his whole body?
In his panic, Jing Xun tried his best to remain calm.
But the drug made his thinking become chaotic. Fortunately, his lifelong health issues had made him accustomed to sharing his feelings with strangers. Under the man’s razor-sharp gaze, Jing Xun spoke exactly as if he were facing a doctor in a hospital: “I’ve been drugged. Can you help me?”
the man didn’t seem to expect him to say that.
Or perhaps he didn’t expect him to use that… tone.
Jing Xun didn’t know that his words contained a slight, seductive gasp. The two patches of red on his cheeks were impossible to hide, and the “spring tide” in his eyes rippled with an inviting luster.
After a moment, the man’s tone turned slightly mocking: “A different style this time, I see.”
“?”
Juezhou looked up at him even more confusedly, his muddled brain finding it difficult to analyze the meaning behind those words.
He only heard the other person say in an extremely cold voice: “But sorry, please leave. I don’t like being disturbed.”
Jing Xun: “…Oh.”
He was rejected.
He didn’t think the other person was being cold.
After all, helping someone isn’t an obligation; refusing is only natural.
Even if this was a nightclub, even if the other person didn’t dislike men, he didn’t necessarily have to accept him.
Jing Xun wasn’t surprised by this answer. Moreover, judging by the man’s attire, he knew he was likely a member of high society in this book—the kind of person he should avoid getting involved with…
Although he also knew that most things that happened in these places were one-night stands that no one took seriously.
But he had heard that in many transmigration novels, the original plot had a huge influence on the transmigrator’s fate.
So, even just to completely break away from the scum gong and his social circle, he should avoid having relations with the elites of Long City…
Messy thoughts flashed through his mind one after another. Shaking his increasingly blurred consciousness, Jing Xun wanted to leave.
He’d just find someone else.
But before leaving, the good upbringing he had since childhood made him bow to the person he had disturbed.
“Sorry,” Jing Xun said properly.
After straightening up, Jing Xun turned obediently, intending to go back the way he came.
But his blurred vision and trembling hands made this difficult—it took him a long time and he still couldn’t successfully find the doorknob.
During this process, the entire room fell back into silence.
Even though he felt like he was about to explode from discomfort, Jing Xun could feel the man’s icy gaze behind him, sticking to him like a shadow.
The man was still sizing him up.
Jing Xun, who really didn’t want to keep disturbing others, became even more anxious.
But he still hadn’t found the door.
He broke out in more sweat.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Even though all the windows were covered by curtains, the light piercing through made it easy to tell it was a massive strike.
Sure enough, the next instant, an ear-splitting crack of thunder rang out, rumbling so hard the entire building seemed to shudder.
The shock made Jing Xun instinctively shiver.
“Stop,” the man behind him said suddenly.
“Sorry, sir.” Jing Xun lowered his head slightly and said with great guilt: “I’m leaving right away. I… I’ll find someone else…”
The room fell back into silence.
This silence seemed even more terrifying than the wind and rain outside.
Then, Jing Xun heard the man use a commanding tone: “Come here.”
How he went over, Jing Xun didn’t remember.
He only remembered that when he came to his senses again, he smelled the scent of cigarettes and strong liquor on the other man.
Not strong, very faint—not repulsive at all.
Instead, it was a unique fragrance.
It was unfamiliar to Jing Xun, who could never stand the smell of smoke, let alone touch alcohol.
Unfamiliar scents and unfamiliar feelings intertwined on this thunderous, rainy night, like a grand symphony, making one intoxicated and lost.
Jing Xun found himself unable to describe the events that followed.
Not just because the influence of the drug had stripped him of his normal language skills.
But because… it was hard to speak of.
the man stripped off every piece of clothing he wore and took him to the bathroom.
Even though he had been scrubbed inside and out and should have been too embarrassed to lift his head, Jing Xun felt as if his entire body had been set on fire.
Later, he finally realized that the things healthy people could do… were actually so joyful!
In the midst of his joy, Jing Xun suddenly remembered the influence of the original book.
…Obviously, this was a big problem.
He struggled to regain his rationality and couldn’t help but confirm with the person holding him: “By the way, sir, this is a one-night stand, right?”