Part 3
The hint was too obvious. Wen Rong finally figured out what Zhou Xie meant.
“You came here early in the morning just to know if Shi Ye and I did it?”
“Mn. I was thinking about this question while smoking last night.”
Zhou Xie turned to face the sunlight directly; he had obvious dark circles under his eyes.
Wen Rong forcibly suppressed the anger of having his privacy pried into. He turned his face away awkwardly. “Whether we do it or not is my freedom.”
“No one is restricting your freedom. You can lie in the same bed with Leon and Lin Jinghang too; I imagine neither of them would mind.”
“Hah?” Wen Rong felt it was absurd. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“Mn.”
Zhou Xie and Wen Rong walked a stretch of road in silence.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, Zhou Xie spoke again. “What you actually wanted to say wasn’t about freedom, but to tell me to stop spying on you and Shi Ye, right?”
Wen Rong: “…”
Zhou Xie was getting better at guessing his thoughts.
Zhou Xie twitched the corner of his mouth. “I can’t do that.”
“You can’t do it, and you have to specifically tell me?”
“At least I went against my usual style and remained honest with you.”
“…”
Wen Rong didn’t want to talk anymore. He shook him off and walked inside.
Zhou Xie continued, “Leon wouldn’t. He’s dying of curiosity, but his personality forces him to pretend he doesn’t know.”
Wen Rong stopped in his tracks.
“Suppressing such emotions for too long will cause problems for him.”
Zhou Xie walked to his side and reminded him in a voice only the two of them could hear, “A leader should pay constant attention to the mental health of his subordinates. Only then can he cultivate soldiers willing to die for him.”
What Zhou Xie said wasn’t without reason. The Black Pigeon Forum had exploded over Zhou Xie and Li Ao entering Wen Rong’s room late at night, and Shi Ye opening and closing the door later added fuel to the fire.
Right now, the post “Wen Rong Flips the Name Tags” was still hanging on the front page.
Wen Rong remembered the answer he had deliberately thrown to the back of his mind.
He really should answer the Senior.
“What do you say, are we going next week?”
“Let’s go. We can’t not go.”
“Is Leon going?”
Inside the laboratory, the air conditioner blew loudly overhead. Four people sat around a table, chatting idly.
“Leon?”
Leon woke as if from a dream and stood up calmly. “I’ll think about it.”
“Eh? Hearing that, I know you don’t want to go. Don’t go then, I don’t want to go either. It’s boring to death over there. Let me live a modern life for a while; I don’t want to be a primitive man.”
With the new transfer arrangements, they faced the fate of taking a helicopter to the research base to serve time again.
This meeting happened every time, the content was always the same: “Don’t want to go,” “Don’t go”… Of course, the result every time was going back to pack and departing on time.
“What? You actually want to think about it?”
“Is this something a research maniac would say?”
“Don’t tell me you saw the post last night and your Daoist heart is in chaos.”
“Hahahaha, the Emperor of the Night Forum summons his three concubines, listen to the wailing.”
Leon ignored their teasing. He packed his things and was about to leave when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tightly shut door of Room 100 through the window.
The project seminar had ended, all clubs were reorganized, and Room 100 was empty.
He occasionally thought about the time Wen Rong asked, “Can I call you wifey?”
Those flashes of unconventional behavior made him feel that he had truly touched Wen Rong.
In those moments, he was the most intimate person in Wen Rong’s eyes.
Pfft.
Leon smiled.
But the smile was quickly retracted because Wen Rong hadn’t contacted him for many days.
The reason was obvious.
Actually, Leon knew he shouldn’t have said those things in the car. Coercive words wouldn’t make Wen Rong submit; they would only confuse him.
But Leon couldn’t resist pushing a little.
He accepted Shi Ye kissing Wen Rong, and perhaps could accept more, but those things happened in his imagination; they weren’t tangible.
When the fact of Wen Rong kissing someone else appeared solidly before his eyes, Leon suddenly realized he didn’t understand himself as well as he thought.
He was jealous.
Or rather, angry.
The terrible mood, unable to be regulated, transformed into a desire to possess Wen Rong for himself.
Buzz—With a sound, the words “Wen Rong” popped up in the center of the phone screen.
Leon’s brow smoothed. He walked to a secluded spot to answer the phone. “How nice, receiving your call just as the meeting ends.”
“Senior, where are you?”
“School Administration Building. Are you going to tell Senior the answer?”
“…Mn.”
“Then Senior will come find you. Where are you?”
“I’m at the door of 408.”
Leon was stunned for a moment. Upon reacting, laughter spilled from his lips.
The answer didn’t seem that important anymore.
He ran all the way back to the dorm from the Administration Building.
In the corridor, Wen Rong leaned his back against Room 408, his head slightly lowered. Hearing the commotion, he quickly looked up, and instantly beamed with joy.
So brilliant that Leon suddenly couldn’t think of anything else and couldn’t help smiling along.
Opening his arms slightly, Wen Rong rushed up to hug him.
Leon steadied the soft back of his head. “Let Senior open the door, otherwise if others see, there will be a new post on the forum.”
“Mn.”
The two entered the room. Leon squatted down to find slippers for him. Just as he was about to ask if he wanted something to drink, Wen Rong spoke first. “Senior, I want to taste your coffee.”
Leon paused, feeling something was off, but couldn’t put his finger on what. He agreed and went to make coffee.
The coffee machine brewed a rich, bitter-sour aroma. As the liquid filled the cup, Leon finally figured out what was strange.
Wen Rong said “He wants.”
A very straightforward, proactive behavior, very similar to the time they went to the hotel.
After all, something had happened that time. When Leon recalled it, heat surged through his chest, inevitably making him restless.
He tried hard to suppress it, added ice cubes to the coffee liquid, and restrainedly placed it in front of Wen Rong.
“Thank you.”
Wen Rong cupped the coffee mug and tentatively took a small sip.
His pretty brows knitted together without surprise.
Leon was amused by him. “If you don’t like it, don’t drink it. Senior only drinks coffee so as not to be sleepy in the morning. You don’t seem to have that trouble.”
“I’d better finish it. No waste.”
Wen Rong drank the coffee in one go, as if downing a shot of alcohol. He took a deep breath and said, “Senior, do you have a tape measure here?”
“Why?”
“I want to see if I’ve grown taller.”
“What a coincidence, Senior happens to have one right here.”
Leon took a tape measure from the drawer. He had Wen Rong stand against the wall and pulled out a height of nearly 180.
“179.”
“Is there a decimal point?”
“Minus 0.1 or so.”
“Then I count as having grown taller.”
“Congratulations.”
“Wait until I grow to 180, then I’ll visit Senior’s parents… to farm some affinity points as a junior schoolmate.”
“Farm affinity points?”
“Only when the affinity is high enough will I be embarrassed to go home with Senior for the holidays.”
“…”
“…”
Leon looked down into Wen Rong’s eyes, trying to judge from the light within whether this statement was real.
Wen Rong rested the back of his head against the wall and smiled brightly at him. “I’m only 179 minus 0.1 right now. I’m not ready yet.”
Zip—
The tape measure retracted completely. Leon pulled the corner of his mouth. “Are you going to be a 180 goalkeeper?”
On the Blue Book, they called people who were 179 “180 goalkeepers.”
Wen Rong was annoyed yet amused. “Don’t curse me. My ideal is 185.”
“If you can’t grow that tall, Senior will go research invisible insoles.”
“Isn’t that a waste of talent?”
“For lifelong happiness, I can do anything.”
Wen Rong was weighed down by the heavy phrase “lifelong happiness.” Not knowing how to answer, Leon kissed him.
Lacking his usual gentleness, almost refusing any rejection, he bit open his lips.
Like he was carrying a fire.
Wen Rong roughly guessed the reason and obediently tilted his head to cooperate.
But being obedient seemed to only fuel Leon’s arrogance. The corners of his lips, chafed last night, began to hurt again.
Even the sounds of pain Wen Rong made couldn’t stop every spot from being swept over, as if to cover up certain marks left by Shi Ye inside.
He didn’t know how long passed before Leon let go of him. “Why did they go to your room last night?”
Confusion and passion were the best times for interrogation; Senior was probably trying to catch him off guard.
Fortunately, Wen Rong was prepared with an answer. “I received a file and was afraid it had a virus, so I asked Li Ao to help open it. Shi Ye lives next door to me; hearing the noise, he followed along.”
“The forum says Shi Ye stayed until very late.”
“Mn.”
“…”
Leon didn’t speak again. Just as Zhou Xie predicted, he was dying of curiosity but held it in.
Wen Rong considered for a few seconds and abandoned Zhou Xie’s advice—don’t explain, give a little sweetness.
He thought his relationship with Senior Leon should be based on the principle of mutual heartfelt willingness, and shouldn’t be mixed with a relationship like a leader binding a subordinate.
“Senior, you are free. You can choose to call a stop.”
Senior Leon cupped his face, his blue eyes containing a watery gentleness. “Senior doesn’t want to call stop at all. Senior, this Head Wife in the Cold Palace, wants compensation.”
“Head Wife?” Wen Rong didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
What kind of weird titles were these?
“Yes. On the forum, Shi Ye is the Second Wife, Zhou Xie is the Third Wife. So logically speaking, Senior should be the Head Wife.”
“The forum is just joking.”
“You should know, many truths are spoken in jest.”
“Whether calling you Wifey, Goddess, or Male God, the desire to have you is the same.”
“Those hundreds of people joining the fun to be your concubines are actually fighting very seriously for a title.”
Wen Rong was speechless.
“Let’s not talk about those unimportant people. You left Senior out last night, Senior is very sad. You should compensate me.”
“What compensation does Senior want?”
“I want…”
“…”
Leon lowered his head and nuzzled him with the tip of his nose. “I want to go further.”
Wen Rong understood.
Going further meant doing what was in the video.
Naked entanglement, exploring the most hidden corners of the body in bizarre postures.
Although he had considered this when they went to the hotel last time, he had been mentally prepared then. Now that Senior brought it up without warning, Wen Rong couldn’t help but feel awkward, turning his face away, daring not to look him in the eye.
Leon turned him back. “Don’t you want to know Senior better?”
“…”
“Senior hands his most vulnerable place to you. If you are happy, you can reward Senior. If you are unsatisfied, you can also punish Senior.”
“You don’t need to have any psychological burden. No matter what, Senior will be satisfied.”
“Because, in the whole world, only you can play with me.”
The bewitching voice drilled into his cochlea wave after wave. Wen Rong shivered down his spine, trying to discharge the constantly rising numbness.
A lingering kiss landed on his Adam’s apple. The sucking motion startled Wen Rong awake.
Wen Rong pushed Leon away.
“Senior, the News Club is going out for team building. I can’t do it these few days.”
No amount of sweet talk was useful. Wen Rong knew clearly that whether the partner was Shi Ye or Senior Leon, he would be the one suffering underneath!
With that astonishing size, he would be lying on the cruise ship for three days.
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