Chapter 159: Extra 2
Huo Qingyan abruptly changed the topic, and Jiang Su responded in a daze, “Oh.”
But Huo Qingyan continued to look at him.
His gaze was burning hot, making Jiang Su feel a bit flustered.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
“The food is here, I’ll go get it.” Jiang Su turned around, secretly relieved, and walked quickly toward the door.
…
Huo Qingyan had ordered a split pot.
Jiang Su usually only ate from the spicy red soup when having hot pot, but Huo Qingyan couldn’t handle it.
Having been on set for over two months, Jiang Su was sick of the boxed meals from the five-star hotel. Clutching his chopsticks, he stared unblinkingly into the pot, his face clearly written with the words “I want to eat.”
His eager look was particularly endearing.
Finally, the pot boiled.
Huo Qingyan first put in a few slices of snowflake beef that cooked easily and placed them in Jiang Su’s bowl for him to eat first, then continued to cook other vegetables.
The bowl in front of Jiang Su was never empty.
Finally, Jiang Su noticed that Huo Qingyan hadn’t eaten much himself: “You eat too.”
Huo Qingyan: “Mm.”
Just as he scooped a shrimp ball into his bowl, he saw Jiang Su opposite him suddenly look up as if remembering something.
“What’s wrong?” Huo Qingyan asked.
Jiang Su was about to speak when he heard a knock on the door.
“It should be Da Xu…”
Jiang Su spoke sheepishly: “When we came back earlier, Da Xu said he ordered takeout.”
But upon entering and finding Huo Qingyan here, he had completely forgotten about Xu Mocun’s existence.
He felt a little guilty.
Huo Qingyan probably saw through Jiang Su’s thoughts and stood up with a faint smile: “I’ll get the door.”
Xu Mocun stood outside, wondering if Jiang Su had fallen asleep since he hadn’t opened the door for so long.
Just as he was debating whether to call Jiang Su, the door opened.
“Su Su, you…” Are you asleep?
Xu Mocun froze: “President Huo?”
Huo Qingyan looked calm and spoke indifferently: “We ordered hot pot delivery and were just about to call you over to eat.”
“Yeah, we were just about to call you.” Jiang Su also came over, his tone very sincere.
If it weren’t for the bit of red oil residue at the corner of his mouth, he might have looked even more sincere.
Xu Mocun gave Jiang Su a ghostly look: “Thanks, President Huo, I don’t like hot pot.”
His Su Su was clearly valuing sex over friendship.
He’d just leave, okay?
The lonely manager Xu Mocun carried his takeout back to his own room.
…
After finishing the hot pot, Huo Qingyan called the delivery place to come collect the tableware.
Jiang Su went to the bathroom to shower first.
Huo Qingyan cleaned up the dining table and processed two emails, but Jiang Su still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.
It had been thirty minutes.
Huo Qingyan frowned and got up to walk toward the bathroom door.
As he approached, the bathroom door opened a crack. Jiang Su poked his head out, his hair covered in foam. Seeing Huo Qingyan, his expression was a bit awkward.
Huo Qingyan asked gently: “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Su pursed his lips: “It seems… the water stopped.”
Actually, the water had stopped over ten minutes ago.
He usually washed his hair while showering. He had just applied body wash and shampoo when the water suddenly cut out.
He had waited hopefully, thinking the hotel would have reserve water and it should be back soon.
But after waiting for over ten minutes, he chose to give up.
The air was quiet for a few seconds.
Huo Qingyan hadn’t encountered this situation either. He blinked and asked tentatively: “Shall I go find some water for you?”
Jiang Su nodded vigorously.
…
Huo Qingyan returned quickly.
The hotel did have reserve water, but there was a problem with the pipes on this floor, so the main valve had to be shut off.
The staff brought them hot water.
Jiang Su was in the bathroom, so they couldn’t bring it directly in. After they left it at the door, Huo Qingyan carried the hot water to the bathroom door.
Jiang Su poked his head out from the crack in the door like before.
Huo Qingyan paused and asked: “Will you take it yourself, or should I help you?”
Jiang Su blinked.
“Either is fine.”
The expression on Huo Qingyan’s face froze for a moment.
Then, he picked up the water and pushed open the bathroom door.
The bathroom was very warm.
Jiang Su stood to the side, soaked and with foam on his head.
His body, toned from long-term fitness, had distinct muscles and beautiful lines. He looked incredibly good even with clothes on, let alone without them now.
Huo Qingyan’s Adam’s apple rolled: “I think when helping people, one should help all the way.”
Jiang Su nodded with red ears: “I think you have a point.”
At first, Huo Qingyan solemnly used a cup to scoop water and rinse the foam from Jiang Su’s hair.
As he rinsed, Huo Qingyan’s entire body pressed down.
Jiang Su’s clear eyes made him feel an inexplicable sense of guilt.
He reached out and covered Jiang Su’s eyes.
When his vision went dark, he felt a soft touch on his lips.
The originally gentle kiss turned fierce when Jiang Su tilted his head slightly to respond, carrying a strong sense of aggression.
The showerhead, which hadn’t been turned off after the water cut, suddenly sprayed water at this moment, instantly soaking both of them.
Jiang Su almost had his breath stolen by this deepening kiss.
He pinched Huo Qingyan’s waist. When Huo Qingyan loosened his grip slightly in pain, Jiang Su managed to catch his breath.
“Be gentle.”
“I can’t.”
The man’s lips covered his again.
Carrying a sharp aura, he enveloped Jiang Su completely.
The shirt and dress pants were thrown onto the floor, soaked by the water spraying from the showerhead. Hot water splashed onto burning skin, making the small bathroom humid and sticky.
Amidst the confusion and passion, Jiang Su heard the man ask hoarsely: “Do you have scenes tomorrow morning?”
Jiang Su tilted his head and thought carefully.
“In the afternoon.”
Receiving the response, Huo Qingyan threw away the last shred of his reason.
…
When he woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.
There was an extremely light touch on his arm.
Like a small bug crawling over it.
Jiang Su wasn’t fully awake yet. He turned his head groggily and saw Huo Qingyan holding his left forearm and rubbing it.
Sensing that Jiang Su was awake, Huo Qingyan leaned over to kiss him.
Jiang Su was forced to accept a kiss.
“Why do you keep touching my arm?”
“How did you get hurt here?”
Huo Qingyan lifted his arm, pointing to a not-so-obvious scar under the forearm. It was clearly from stitches.
The location wasn’t very noticeable, and combined with Jiang Su’s fair skin, it would be almost undiscoverable if he intentionally hid it.
Huo Qingyan had lived with Jiang Su for so long after being discharged from the hospital, so naturally, he had seen this scar long ago.
It was just that he hadn’t had the chance to look at it closely.
Jiang Su lowered his eyes to look at his arm. That was the injury from the car accident on the way home the night of the auction years ago; it took five stitches.
Seeing Jiang Su’s expression fade a bit, Huo Qingyan paused slightly: “Does it have to do with me?”
Jiang Su shook his head: “No.”
Seeing Jiang Su reluctant to talk about it, Huo Qingyan knew that while this matter might not be directly related to him, it was a very bad memory.
He held Jiang Su’s arm and kissed the scar gently.
Jiang Su wanted to pull his arm back, but heard Huo Qingyan’s voice again.
“Can you tell me about it?”
“You want to know?”
“Mm.”
“Okay.”
In front of Huo Qingyan, Jiang Su never deliberately avoided the past. As long as Huo Qingyan wanted to know, he would definitely tell him.
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