Why Must We Know Each Other to Be Together?
No matter how much Wen Muyan tried to coax or pressure him, Xiao Han skillfully dodged and changed the subject, refusing to reveal anything, which left Wen Muyan frustrated but helpless.
However, Wen Muyan was certain of one thing: Xiao Han’s death in his past life must have been bizarre beyond belief.
In no time, the alcohol on the table had found its way into both of them. Xiao Han’s cheeks were flushed, and he lay drunkenly on the sofa. Wen Muyan wasn’t much better off, but he still had some awareness. He slapped Xiao Han’s face a few times, causing the other to frown in a drunken daze.
“What are you doing? No more drinking, I’m so sleepy…”
“You can’t sleep here,” Wen Muyan said, pulling him up by the ear. “Get your people to take us back. I don’t want to end up passed out on the street because I’m drunk.”
“Don’t pull, it hurts…” Xiao Han swatted his hand away like he was shooing a fly. They helped each other up, feeling like the world was spinning around them.
Wen Muyan muttered, “You’ve experienced the pain of being hit by a car, and you’re complaining about this?”
“…In my first life, I rebelled against the script because that slap hurt too much, you think?” Xiao Han grinned wickedly. “Don’t think you can challenge me just because you know some martial arts in this life. If you hit me again, I’ll lock you and Zhuo Fan in a room together.”
“…” Wen Muyan’s mouth twitched. “You win.”
When they finally managed to get dressed and step outside, the bodyguards who had been anxiously waiting were shocked. They stared in horror at the two rivals who had been at each other’s throats during the day, now drunkenly arm in arm like best buddies.
They climbed into the car, and Xiao Han frowned in thought before telling the driver, “Don’t go back to the Xiao residence. Find a nearby hotel.”
He was simply too lazy to face the annoying situation at home, and Wen Muyan, who understood him perfectly, silently gave a thumbs-up in agreement.
To the bodyguards, however, this decision was shocking. The driver glanced in terror at the young master, then at Wen Muyan, who was sitting beside him with his eyes closed, and felt a sense of despair about this world filled with unexpected twists. At the same time, he couldn’t help but secretly admire his young master for his skill in getting an enemy into bed just by drinking.
“Hurry up and drive!” Xiao Han shot a cold glance at the dazed driver through the rearview mirror, frowning in displeasure.
“Oh, yes, yes.” The driver remembered there was a famous gay bar just two streets away, with a high-end hotel next to it that often saw gay patrons. If they went to that hotel, the young master and his new favorite wouldn’t attract too much attention.
Thinking he was clever, he drove quickly.
Several streets blurred by, and Xiao Han was almost asleep. The two bodyguards helped the drunken pair into a luxurious suite, and the attendant, with a knowing look, placed some lubricant, condoms, and other common items for fun on the bedside table before tactfully leaving and closing the door.
Drunk as he was, Xiao Han didn’t notice any of this. Since his third life began, he hadn’t addressed his physical needs, but with so much going on lately, he’d pushed that aside.
Now, feeling hot and sweaty, with the alcohol churning in his stomach, Xiao Han groggily got up to take a shower. He quickly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the bathtub—only to find it already filled with water. This hotel’s service was impeccable.
Even the shower gel was ready—wait, why did it seem like there was someone in there?
“Wen Muyan?” Xiao Han was startled awake, immediately reaching out to pull the man who was nearly submerged in the tub upright. He patted his back vigorously to help expel the water he’d inhaled. “Are you trying to kill yourself? Don’t tell me you fell asleep while taking a bath!”
Wen Muyan blinked sleepily, a bubble escaping his lips before he coughed a couple of times and came to his senses. “Ah, did I fall asleep?”
His gaze finally focused on the man in front of him, then drifted downward, taking in Xiao Han’s sexy collarbone, bare chest, abs, and the perfect curve of his waist. Further down…
“Hey, are you okay? I’ve never seen anyone get a nosebleed from drinking!” Xiao Han was speechless, quickly laying him back in the tub and grabbing some tissues to stuff into his nostrils.
Wen Muyan finally regained some clarity, awkwardly covering his nose. “I’m just a bit overheated.”
With only one foot in the tub, Xiao Han reluctantly stepped back out. “You keep soaking, I’ll go take a shower.”
“Oh.” Wen Muyan quickly turned his head away, rubbing shower gel onto himself… Wait, something seemed off?
“Hey, Xiao Han…”
“What?” Xiao Han, rinsing his hair under the shower, turned his face slightly, eyes closed, the sound of water making it hard to hear.
“In this situation, shouldn’t you wait for me to finish before coming in? Isn’t it awkward…”
“I’m worried you’ll fall asleep and drown again. Besides, we’re both gay, are you afraid I’ll see something?”
“It’s precisely because we’re gay that it’s not right!” Wen Muyan retorted helplessly, tossing the tissues aside and sitting up in the tub.
Wen Muyan’s eyes followed the steam cascading over Xiao Han’s naked body, unable to tear his gaze away despite knowing he shouldn’t look back. The warm, comfortable feeling of the water soaking into his skin spread through his limbs, and the drunken haze seemed never to leave, giving him a light-headed, floating sensation.
But Xiao Han stood there so nonchalantly, unconcerned about being seen, as if Wen Muyan were air.
The more he acted like this, the more Wen Muyan couldn’t help but think.
Wen Muyan let his gaze linger on him, openly taking in the sight, licking his lips. “Don’t you think normal gay guys should do something in this situation?”
By now, Xiao Han had finished washing his hair, wiped his face, and opened his eyes, looking at him curiously. “What can two tops do? Play with each other?”
“…”
That line was like a finishing move, instantly defeating Wen Muyan’s mind, which had been filled with countless explicit images just moments before.
This guy was not only childish but also oblivious. Wen Muyan squinted and smiled, climbing out of the tub and walking over to Xiao Han. He hugged him from behind, his hand gliding over his chest, tracing the water’s path, while the other hand slipped down to grasp the sensitive area and began to move.
“How do you know if you don’t try?” They were of similar height, and his lips brushed against Xiao Han’s earlobe, whispering like fine wine, more intoxicating than the drinks they’d had at the bar earlier.
The intoxication, mingled with desire, surged up his spine.
“Mmm—” Xiao Han’s body reflexively clamped down on the other’s wrist, but the pleasurable sensation soon had him relaxing his muscles. His breathing grew heavier, and he turned his face slightly, speaking with an undeniable firmness. “I want to be on top, or forget it.”
Wen Muyan was a bit surprised by his resolute tone. “Why?”
His answer defeated him once more. Xiao Han replied matter-of-factly, “I’m afraid of pain.”
“…Fine.” How afraid of pain was this guy? Wen Muyan felt a bit powerless, but the position didn’t matter to him.
Now it was Xiao Han’s turn to be surprised. “You’re agreeing?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Wen Muyan raised an eyebrow in response. “Someone’s got to be on the bottom, or we won’t do anything at all. Can you stop talking nonsense? Can’t you see I’m already hard? Hurry up and touch—mmph—”
Xiao Han’s eyes darkened, and he turned to press his lips against Wen Muyan’s, the rush of hot water making him feel unbearably warm.
His hands eagerly roamed over Wen Muyan’s back, the sensation under his palms smooth and wet, as if on fire. He slid down the waistline, cupping his rear, and began to knead it roughly.
Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, never enough, their heavy breathing mingling as their bodies pressed tightly together. Wen Muyan’s hands grasped both of their aroused parts, stroking them until they became slick and slippery in the heated embrace.
The friction against his chest was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, driving him wild. Xiao Han pinned Wen Muyan against the glass wall, releasing his lips to nibble and lick at his neck.
“Mmm…” Wen Muyan’s mouth was free, and he couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure. He closed his eyes, gasping for air, his hips twitching with tension. “Almost… going to…”
Xiao Han’s hand took over, sensing the approaching climax, and he captured Wen Muyan’s nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue until it stood erect.
“…Ah… Xiao Han…” Wen Muyan felt like he’d been stung by a bee, clutching the head buried in his chest, tilting his neck back in ecstasy, his fingers pinching the other side’s nub.
But Xiao Han suddenly lifted his head, kissing him again, more fiercely than before. The man beneath him wrapped his arms around his neck, responding passionately. In the frenzied friction, he felt the release in his hand, the hot liquid washing down their long legs.
“Phew—” Xiao Han rested his head in Wen Muyan’s shoulder, savoring the lingering pleasure.
Wen Muyan held him close, his lips brushing against his neck, planting soft kisses. After the release, the drunkenness surged back, and he drowsily opened his eyes, mumbling, “Let’s dry off and go to bed. If we keep showering, our skin will wrinkle.”
“Xiao Han?”
“Hey—” Wen Muyan pulled him up from his shoulder, only to find him with his eyes closed, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
“This jerk!”
Turning off the shower, Wen Muyan hurriedly dried them off, dragging him to the bed with great effort. Exhausted, he lay on top of him, reluctantly patting his face. “You’re going to sleep already? I’m not done yet!”
Under the veil of sleep, Xiao Han frowned, swatting away the hand disturbing his rest. He mumbled discontentedly, “Go away, I won’t say anything even if it kills me…”
“Won’t say what?” Wen Muyan asked, utterly confused.
“I won’t say I died laughing in my past life…”
“…”