Chapter 53: I’ll Help You Cool Down
Ji Hanmo’s expression was solemn.
He couldn’t even be bothered to look at that eyesore of a suitcase anymore.
He was even less interested in asking Fu Yue how he had snuck into his room.
Right now, this person who was so hot he was practically smoking was the primary issue.
He extended his arm, easily picking Fu Yue up in a bridal carry and stroking toward the room’s sofa with large strides.
“I’m fine…” Fu Yue struggled weakly in his arms.
Fu Yue’s problem really wasn’t that big.
The rise in body temperature was just an uncomfortable sensation; it wasn’t a real illness.
But seeing Ji Hanmo’s tense look, Fu Yue simply decided to play along, using it as a cover for the “accident” of breaking into the room.
Ji Hanmo placed him gently on the sofa.
“I’ll call a doctor for you.”
“No need.” Fu Yue reached out to stop him.
As he reached out, his hand landed on Ji Hanmo’s forearm.
With their skin touching, Fu Yue suddenly felt cool and refreshed, almost groaning in comfort.
He subconsciously gripped tighter, and his body couldn’t help but lean closer to that “ice source.”
Ji Hanmo tilted his body slightly, looking down at the hand that refused to let go.
“I’m just…” Fu Yue racked his brain for an excuse not to see the doctor, “I just ate too many oysters; I’m feeling hot.”
Fu Yue’s logic was—having eaten something so nutritious, body heat was normal.
However, the other person didn’t think in that direction.
What?
Ji Hanmo was stunned for a moment.
The last trace of worry on his face shattered.
“Fu Yue,” Ji Hanmo frowned and asked, “this shouldn’t be some new type of humor, right?”
Fu Yue worked hard to clear his half-husky throat: “It’s really not an illness.”
“Oh?” Ji Hanmo’s dark eyes were deep. “Just… hot?”
Not only did he not pull away the hand being gripped, but he also took the opportunity to brace himself against the sofa, completely trapping Fu Yue between himself and the sofa back.
Ji Hanmo deliberately emphasized the word “hot.”
Fu Yue finally realized that he had said something even more ridiculous than being sick.
He wished he could bite off his own tongue.
Fu Yue’s earlobes were originally burnt red by his temperature.
His fingertips unconsciously gripped the edge of the sofa to hide his embarrassment.
Watching his flustered appearance, the corners of Ji Hanmo’s mouth curved up.
His gaze traveled inch by inch over Fu Yue’s body, like a large predator assessing a prey’s weaknesses.
Ji Hanmo leaned closer and closer.
He carried the scent of winter cedar—cold and refreshing.
To the burning Fu Yue, the attraction of this scent was obvious.
It tangled around him like invisible chains, binding him tight.
“Then do you need me to… help you cool down?”
Fu Yue’s heart pounded wildly, but his mouth remained stubborn: “Don’t bother…”
His consciousness wanted to push Ji Hanmo away, but his hands didn’t want to let go.
As a result, it felt more like a “refusal-yet-welcoming” caress.
Ji Hanmo chuckled and straightened up.
That oppressive aura temporarily withdrew.
Clatter, clatter—
It was the sound of the ice machine working.
Ji Hanmo busied himself at the room’s bar for a while, returning with an ice bucket full of ice and a glass of ice water.
“Drink.” He held the glass to Fu Yue’s lips.
Fine water droplets had condensed on the glass wall, radiating an enticing chill.
“I’ll do it myself.” Fu Yue reached out to take it.
However, he hadn’t anticipated how slippery a glass covered in water droplets would be.
The glass slipped from his hand.
Splash!
Ice water poured out, most of it splashing onto Fu Yue’s shirt.
The other half soaked into the only towel wrapped around Ji Hanmo’s waist.
“Heh,” Ji Hanmo couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “cooling down like this? It reminds me of last time.”
He brought up the past.
He was talking about the night of the charity gala.
Back then, Fu Yue had just transmigrated and met him for the first time.
In the presidential suite, he had poured a whole bucket of ice over him to “cool him down.”
Fu Yue realized what he was thinking and hurriedly explained: “It’s not that kind of situation this time.”
“What kind of situation?” Ji Hanmo asked.
Fu Yue lowered his head and remained silent.
The soaked fabric clung to his skin, revealing what was beneath.
The muscle lines and his two * (chest points) were clearly visible.
Ji Hanmo had just leaned forward to save the glass, his knee pressing directly into the sofa, one hand braced beside Fu Yue’s ear—
Their noses were almost touching.
The chill of the ice water and their body temperatures intertwined in the narrow gap.
Fu Yue’s breath was very hot.
He even felt his own mouth and nose were uncomfortably hot.
A certain dangerous impulse boiled silently in his blood.
His gaze landed on Ji Hanmo’s lips. Fu Yue only felt that the sound of his own heart was deafening.
He wanted to struggle and escape from beneath him.
The sofa was too soft; just as he tried to get up, he lost his balance and fell backward uncontrollably.
“Ugh.” Fu Yue gave a muffled groan.
Subconsciously, his hand grabbed Ji Hanmo’s forearm, pulling him forward.
Ji Hanmo was pulled right into Fu Yue’s embrace.
“Sorry.” Fu Yue apologized in a hurry, but his voice was stuck in his husky throat.
“So passionate?” Ji Hanmo looked up from the chest of his soaked shirt.
The next second, he did something Fu Yue never expected.
He took a piece of ice from the nearby bucket and put it in his own mouth.
Then, he used one hand to steady the back of Fu Yue’s head, and the other to pinch his chin, forcing him to open his mouth slightly.
“Mmph…!”
Before Fu Yue could resist, a cold and soft sensation covered his lips.
Ji Hanmo kissed him.
Their lips were pressed together.
A forceful feeding.
The cold liquid was slowly passed into Fu Yue’s parched mouth; the ice water reached his throat, instantly relieving that burning, scorching pain.
Fu Yue tilted his head back.
The physiological need for ice water made him unable to stop himself from taking more from Ji Hanmo.
They shared the water until the ice cube had completely melted.
Ji Hanmo pulled away.
Fu Yue couldn’t speak; the high temperature made his face so red it looked like it would drip blood.
Ji Hanmo “thoughtfully” unbuttoned his shirt for him.
His collarbone was so hot it showed a faint pink.
Using his thumb to rub Fu Yue’s lips, he asked in a low voice, “Still thirsty?”
In the time that followed, Ji Hanmo fed him two more times in the same way.
Fu Yue had been a bit resistant at first, but gradually he became…
He began to subconsciously chase after that coolness, accepting the solace that carried the other man’s breath.
Until finally, a kiss that wasn’t for quenching thirst or cooling down, but purely for kissing, descended.
This time, there was no cold liquid between their lips.
Only the scorching breath of another man.
It was no longer a purposeful soothing, but a plunder and an invasion.
Ji Hanmo’s tongue pried open his teeth, entangling with his, tasting him minutely.
Fu Yue’s whole body turned to mush.
It wasn’t that the high heat had robbed him of his ability to think.
He was simply instinctively clinging to this body that supported him, enduring this deep, bottomless kiss.
The kiss lasted for a long time.
So long that breathing began to become difficult.
Leaving only their staggered breaths and entangled moisture.
Ji Hanmo’s palm slid slowly down his spine.
It stopped at his lower back.
That was a sensitive spot, an area where it was easy to set off a spark.
Fu Yue’s heart beat faster and faster; he almost thought… Ji Hanmo would take it a step further.
However—
Ambiguity was about to cross the critical point.
Ji Hanmo slowly pulled back a little.
His lips moved away.
His deep eyes were still like a whirlpool, wanting to draw Fu Yue in.
Then, he spoke. His voice was husky with emotion.
“Do you hate this?”
This question tore through the chaotic ambiguity.
Fu Yue’s head was a bit groroggy; he subconsciously shook his head.
He wanted to say something.
But having not had any ice water just now, his throat had become parched again.
Ji Hanmo smiled slightly: “Does that mean you accept me?”
Fu Yue looked away.
This question touched the root of his confusion.
“I…,” he lowered his head slightly to avoid Ji Hanmo’s gaze, organizing his thoughts to talk nonsense, “I might be experiencing a… period of orientation fluidity.”
As Fu Yue said this, even he felt it was a bit absurd.
Ji Hanmo was stunned at first.
Immediately, he let out a deep laugh, seemingly amused by this academic term.
“Oh? A period of fluidity?” He seemed to be savoring this new term.
Then, he reached out and tilted Fu Yue’s chin up, his thumb gently stroking Fu Yue’s beautiful jawline, lingering at the sensitive earlobe.
Fu Yue felt the thin calluses on his fingertip; the rough yet cool touch caused him to shiver.
“I thought this kind of thing,” Ji Hanmo’s breath was near his lips, the refreshing scent filling his nose, “is something you should have been clear about during puberty.”
Fu Yue’s eyelashes fluttered, his expression awkward.
He knew how poor his excuse was.
The original owner of this body had those restless nights and vague self-explorations during puberty, but Fu Yue didn’t have those memories.
Before transmigrating to this world, he was a straight man. Yet he had received the script of a man who likes men.
Looking at Fu Yue like this, the smile on Ji Hanmo’s face gradually faded.
A sharp insight emerged in those deep black eyes.
He stopped teasing him.
After a moment of silence, the teasing tone left Ji Hanmo’s voice.
He studied Fu Yue and asked a private question: “In the dreams you’ve had lately, has a man or a woman appeared?”
Fu Yue almost thought he had misheard.
But he knew he hadn’t. This question called up those things in his mind that he didn’t want to think about.
A bedroom with light gray tones in his dreams.
He himself couldn’t help but grip the bedsheets.
In his dream, he kept calling out that person’s name, listening to the other person panting by his ear.
When he woke up, a sticky sensation.
“…A man.”
What he didn’t dare to say was that the figure in his dream who pinned him to the bed was currently watching him with the same dangerous gaze.
This was also Fu Yue’s greatest worry.
He considered his “steel-straight man” heart to be indestructible, but it had begun to waver.
When did things start going wrong?
He tried to trace back to that “moment of turning gay,” only to find he couldn’t find the source at all.
Was it the first meeting at the charity gala? Was it when he signed that ridiculous contract? Or was it every moment he was teased by him?
There were too many clues; he couldn’t straighten them out at all.
It was like the beams of a building being quietly removed one by one. Only when the ceiling crashed onto his head did he realize the house had collapsed long ago.
Ji Hanmo quietly observed the changing expressions on his face, taking in all of his struggle.
He leaned down, touching his nose to Fu Yue’s: “In that kiss just now, you became active toward the end.”
“You were taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability.” Fu Yue was like a cat that had its tail stepped on, getting a bit prickly.
Ji Hanmo leaned in close again.
Fu Yue’s Adam’s apple rolled.
He could easily break free from this overly intimate posture, but a certain secret expectation kept him motionless.
“The feelings of the body don’t lie.” Ji Hanmo hit the nail on the head.
He stared fixedly into Fu Yue’s eyes.
“The man in your dreams is me, isn’t it?”
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