Part 3
Since the owner adamantly refused to let Wen Rong pay, Wen Rong, out of a sense of reciprocity, took a photo with the owner.
For dinner, Wen Rong arranged for a century-old specialty restaurant in District 2. The entrance was packed with people queuing. Seeing the waitlist was over 200 tables long, Leon was about to suggest changing places, but Wen Rong led him directly into a private room.
Over the afternoon, Wen Rong’s travel plan was completed entirely. Every place they needed to go and every shop they wanted to experience was successfully checked off.
Leon unexpectedly felt the thoroughness of Wen Rong’s arrangements.
Although Wen Rong hadn’t been unreliable before, he just vaguely felt that Wen Rong had done some growing up.
Night fell, and East Horse Island lit up all its decorative lights, becoming the iconic scenery of District 2.
Some wealthy tycoon bought a drone show to perform a romantic proposal under the gaze of tourists.
Wen Rong was showering and missed the excitement.
Leon sat by the sofa, boredly scrolling through messages in the Research Center group chat.
The content was nothing more than work handovers, arguments, and passive-aggressive jabs—not very interesting.
However, a piece of gossip on his timeline was quite interesting.
A researcher (a nepotism hire) posted: Shi Ye is going to announce his engagement in a few days.
Screenshot, mosaic, forwarded to the group of four.
Leon: [Heard you’re getting engaged? @Shi Ye]
Zhou Xie: [Congrats.]
Leo: [Congrats /hee hee]
Shi Ye: [Who said that? How come I don’t know I’m getting engaged?]
Leon: [There’s no smoke without fire. If you’re getting engaged, remember to keep your distance from Wen Rong.]
Shi Ye: [Fuck! That’s your real objective.]
Zhou Xie: [I agree with Leon.]
Leo: [I agree with the Leon my cousin agrees with.]
Shi Ye didn’t reply again. Leon assumed Shi Ye was banging his fist against the wall in anger when his ears twitched, hearing a vibration sound.
It wasn’t his phone; it was Wen Rong, who hadn’t taken his phone into the shower.
As luck would have it, it was right on the table by the sofa. The caller ID—Shi Ye.
Leon wouldn’t hang up someone else’s phone without permission, but he genuinely didn’t want Wen Rong to receive a call from Shi Ye while they were alone in the room.
So, hang up yourself, Shi Ye.
It was a prayer.
But based on Leon’s understanding of Shi Ye, if this call wasn’t answered, the next one would come very soon.
A thought that couldn’t see the light of day flashed through his mind. Leon looked at the name “Shi Ye” and hooked the corner of his lips.
The vice of wanting to blow things up still existed.
He couldn’t change it in this lifetime.
He grabbed the phone and walked to the bathroom door.
The water was splashing loudly. He hadn’t heard it by the sofa, assuming the soundproofing was good, but it wasn’t as good as imagined; if one got close, it was still audible.
The clear sound even allowed him to imagine the water crashing onto the cold floor, bouncing up, and splashing onto white skin.
The heel bone protruding, concave on both sides, the texture completely different from a water bottle—it was rugged, uneven, cool, and moving.
Leon clenched his fist, feeling a sense of emptiness.
Hoo—
He let out a breath and pressed his forehead against the door. “Wen Rong, Shi Ye is calling you.”
The sound of water stopped abruptly.
“Wait a moment, let me put on some pants.”
A few seconds later, Wen Rong opened the door from the inside.
The hotel’s body wash was rose-scented; every drop of condensation in the bathroom carried that fragrance.
As he answered, he wore only a pair of gray sweatpants, dotted with water spots. The gray fabric showed distinct dark marks.
It looked like pants put on in a hurry. One end of the waist drawstring hung between his legs, while the other was tucked inside the pants.
“Shi Ye’s call.” Leon didn’t raise his eyes, only holding the phone out toward Wen Rong.
“Thank you.”
The sweatpants twisted half a circle as he turned sideways to Leon. “Hello? Shi Ye.”
His waist was very thin, his back thin too, with a groove recessing along his spine.
The skin was even whiter than on his calves, like a forbidden zone only water had trespassed upon, steamed to a translucent pink.
Leon lowered his eyelids, clasping his hands behind his back, restraining his own wrists.
A voice came from the phone: “Are you not at school? I came back and didn’t see you.”
“En, I’m out having fun with Senior for the weekend.”
It’s a date.
Leon childishly supplemented in his heart.
“Where are you guys? I want to play too.”
Wen Rong didn’t answer Shi Ye immediately. Holding the phone, he turned his head to look at Leon, his eyes clearly asking: “Should I let him come?”
Leon sensed Wen Rong’s overly candid attitude.
Precisely because it was too candid, his mood was somewhat terrible.
He could endure when it was just him and Wen Rong, but if Shi Ye was added to the mix, he couldn’t help but want some favoritism.
Perhaps—competition.
Why not just refuse directly?
Leon abandoned self-control. With resentment, he extended a finger and slowly hooked the drawstring tucked inside the pants.
“Senior?” Wen Rong called him in a whisper.
Leon didn’t want to respond. All his attention was focused on his finger, bit by bit, slowly hooking the drawstring out of the pants.
The drawstring was thick, knotted at the end. It left a protruding trail inside the pants, moving from between the legs to the lower abdomen, pushing aside the waistband until—pop—it flew out.
The delicate abdominal flesh rose and fell. Leon heard Wen Rong’s surprised gasp.
He continued to wind the drawstring around his finger, churning it circle by circle. “We only have one room. If he comes, where will he sleep?”
The air went still.
The other end of the phone went still too.
As the drawstring slid at the waist, when the knot on the other side reached its limit, Wen Rong was pulled forward toward him.
Leon lowered his head to press against the damp brow, his nose grinding against the fine, straight bridge, mimicking that drunken night when they had rubbed intimately by the bed.
“Senior?”
The gentle breath, carrying heat, rushed between Leon’s lips.
Leon took a heavy breath and asked hoarsely, “Are we going to sleep in one bed while Shi Ye sleeps next door?”
The suggestive words immediately provoked a reaction from the other end of the line. “I’ll book a room myself, a suite. Where are you? I’ll drive over now.”
Shi Ye was frantic.
Leon chuckled with the leisurely posture of a victor. “It’s a long way, and it’s night. Driving isn’t safe.”
Shi Ye: “I’ll get two drivers to switch off. Four hours… I’ll fly over.”
Leon pressed against Wen Rong’s cheek, leaning close to the ear not holding the phone. “Wen Rong, we are on a date.”
Don’t let him come.
People falling in love become insecure.
He had less and less confidence, unsure if Wen Rong would really go along with him.
After all, when President Zhou’s accident happened, it was Shi Ye who had stayed by Wen Rong’s side.
Leon always remembered that what Wen Rong needed was companionship, and Shi Ye had given Wen Rong that.
At least, when I am by your side, favor me.
Leon rested his head in the crook of Wen Rong’s neck, pleading silently.
“Shi Ye—”
Wen Rong finally spoke.
Leon shifted his face, changing from leaning to burying deep, his lips landing on the protruding collarbone.
Hoping such a subtle, ingratiating action could earn “favoritism.”
“You’ve been on leave longer than me. Take the weekend to catch up on your schoolwork.”
After speaking, he hung up decisively, turned off the phone, and placed it on the sink.
“Senior, I know you don’t want Shi Ye to come.”
Leon’s heart bloomed with joy, laughing against the steam-emitting skin. “I forgot, you’re not a little dummy anymore.”
“While you were away, I kissed Shi Ye.”
“…”
Leon paused before replying, “Is that so?”
“Are you not angry?”
“…I don’t mind.”
Leon even knew why Wen Rong hadn’t rejected Shi Ye.
Because Wen Rong was desperate to establish a connection with this world. His upbringing in the welfare home had left his soul incomplete, needing more love to fill it.
Wen Rong saying this was probably waiting for him to rebuke him.
But the one who couldn’t stay by Wen Rong’s side all the time was himself; how could he rebuke him?
Wen Rong could have chosen to abandon him.
Leon stood up straight, wanting to tell Wen Rong he wasn’t wrong.
—Unexpectedly seeing a different Wen Rong.
His expression was calm. Even shirtless, he stood composed, his shallow eyes looking back.
One couldn’t say it was emotional, nor was it devoid of emotion. There wasn’t even the shyness that had suddenly appeared while watching fireworks that day.
It seemed that bringing up “kissing Shi Ye” was as formal as discussing work.
In that candid, steady gaze, Leon suddenly realized that although Wen Rong had been growing all along, after the incident with President Zhou, he had matured very quickly.
He now had enough ability to handle Wang Sichen, could formulate a satisfying travel itinerary, and even from booking the hotel room to discussing muscles… it wasn’t because he was “straight,” but because he was prepared for what might happen.
Looking back, from their departure until now, Wen Rong’s every move was like a flower blooming to its most vibrant moment, also its most beautiful moment, emitting a strong fragrance—I know you can’t resist, come pick me.
The one who truly couldn’t read the room seemed to be himself.
“Wen Rong, do you remember we are on a date?”
Leon wasn’t sure of his conclusion, testing Wen Rong.
Wen Rong nodded. “En, Senior said he wanted a date.”
“Do you know what a date means?”
“I know.”
So Wen Rong knew everything.
He really wasn’t a little dummy anymore.
Leon couldn’t help but unbutton his cuff, displaying his smartwatch. “Look at Senior’s smartwatch.”
“It looks like a phone,” Wen Rong commented.
“It has many other functions.”
Before switching to the heart rate interface, the watch gave a forceful vibration first. The home page popped up the number 135, with a line below like an electrocardiogram.
“Senior, what does this mean?”
“Warning that the heart rate is too fast.”
“Because I’m with you, this number is very high.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Leon glimpsed two pink points on the snow-white skin. The watch vibrated again, and the number 135 shot straight up, approaching 150.
“It’s vibrating constantly.”
“En.”
“For Senior’s health, should I stay further away from Senior?”
The calm face finally changed. The corners of the lips curved slightly, and the eyes revealed blatant cunning.
Like a fox, eyes darting about, calculating its prey.
Leon unexpectedly loved this clever look to death, willing to be a fool blinded by lust.
“Don’t stay away from Senior.”
“Then what should I do?”
“When dating Senior, favor Senior a little more.”
Leon leaned down, lifting the face from below, pressing against Wen Rong’s chest wanting to kiss him.
A hand suddenly blocked his face. The palm was hot, wet, pressing tightly against his lips.
He wasn’t disappointed by the rejection, because through the gaps between the fingers, Leon saw Wen Rong hook the glasses off his nose.
Such a movement felt more like an invitation.
With a clack, the glasses were placed next to the phone. Wen Rong laughed abruptly. “In the video Senior sent me, there was a man with golden hair.”
“Did you like it?”
“I didn’t.”
So he didn’t like it?
Leon hadn’t expected the video he carefully selected to not be to Wen Rong’s liking.
“Because he looked too much like Senior. Watching it always made me unable to stop thinking… what would Senior look like having sex?”
Leon sucked Wen Rong’s palm. Thick air poured from his lips into his throat, his voice almost sticking together.
“Have you imagined it?”
His voice carried a heavy nasal tone, making no attempt to hide his desire.
“Senior, your heart is beating so fast.”
Wen Rong cunningly changed the subject. Leon couldn’t help but think, did I teach him too well? Wen Rong is getting a little bad.
“Your watch…”
The hand blocking his face slid down his shoulder to his wrist, completely wrapping around the smartwatch.
“Your watch is vibrating so much my palm is numb.”
Wen Rong spoke unhurriedly, raising his eyes unhurriedly, hooking the man in.
Leon’s sticky throat began to go dry. “En.”
“Is Senior this nervous during sex too?”
“Yes.”
“Then can I hold onto this place the whole time?”
“How long do you want to hold it?”
“What time do we leave for the theme park tomorrow?”
Changing the subject again.
Leon was being fried unscrupulously by Wen Rong. The mirror, condensed with water droplets, reflected his flushed face, enduring to the point of exploding.
He involuntarily closed in, stepping his leg between Wen Rong’s legs, holding onto that back no one had ever trodden upon. “I want to leave a little later.”
“Senior looks a bit different now than I imagined.”
“En, because Senior is more obsessed with you than you imagined.”
“Does Senior like my face too?”
“Would Senior be hooked into this ugly state normally?”
Leon forcefully turned Wen Rong’s chin and kissed the lips he had been coveting for so long.
“Senior has absolutely no resistance to your means.”
(Author’s Note: QAQ My explanation is pale and weak, allow this scum author to forcefully defend myself one more time. Letting Little Rong grow to this point, I felt that in some aspects he needed to take the dominant position. Otherwise, if he’s very formidable usually but very shy during the deed, it would be a bit disjointed. Also, Senior counts as someone who treats Little Rong very well; standard dog-training methods don’t quite fit Little Rong’s character design here. So I deleted and rewrote, wrote and deleted, spending a very, very long time on this.)
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