Chapter 54: Fu Yue, I Can Help You Explore a Bit
Fu Yue didn’t dare to answer.
He could feel fine beads of sweat breaking out on the back of his neck.
The warm breath brushed against the corner of his lips once more.
Like a devil’s temptation.
“In the dream, how did I touch you?”
The next second, what followed wasn’t another question.
The moment their lips pressed together again, Fu Yue’s breath was completely stolen away.
This kiss was full of aggression.
It swept over his sensitive spots as if inspecting territory.
Fu Yue’s fingers pressed futilely against Ji Hanmo’s chest, leaving faint finger marks on the other man’s skin as the entanglement deepened.
The overly long lingering made oxygen sparse.
Ji Hanmo’s palm, which was cupping the back of his head, slid slowly downward, his thumb heavily grinding against the protrusion of Fu Yue’s Adam’s apple.
Fu Yue trembled all over at the touch.
Amidst the dizziness, he heard the faint rustle of fabric. It wasn’t until he pushed hard, unable to catch his breath, that the other man backed away by half an inch.
Their breaths intertwined in the close proximity.
Ji Hanmo’s fingertip brushed over Fu Yue’s reddened eyes, his gaze locking onto the eyes shrouded in mist.
Fu Yue’s spine was pressed against the cold sofa back, yet his chest was being scorched by the other man’s body temperature.
“Do you need me to… help you replicate the dream?”
“We can do more. A little more than just kissing.” Ji Hanmo’s fingertip tapped the hollow of Fu Yue’s collarbone. “I can help you explore a bit.”
Fu Yue’s brain was almost muddled by this bewitching proposal.
He felt as though he had never been this nervous in his entire life.
In the next second, a powerful arm looped around his lower back.
It was clearly strong, yet surprisingly gentle.
The person across from him was Ji Hanmo, who radiated a lethal charm in every move he made.
Even though it was just a high body temperature, Fu Yue felt as if he had been drugged.
His mouth was dry, and his heart rate was erratic.
His logic screamed in resistance, while his body clamored to sink further into the sensation.
This violent internal conflict left his beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
Ji Hanmo captured Fu Yue’s struggle.
Clouded willpower and a reluctant “half-yes” were not what he wanted.
“Fu Yue.” Ji Hanmo proactively pulled back a bit, the aggression in his eyes reined in.
“Hmm?”
“I won’t force you,” Ji Hanmo whispered into his ear. “You can give yourself time to think it through.”
After saying that, Ji Hanmo reached out, scooped up the fallen glass from the sofa, and filled it to the brim with ice from the bucket.
He placed the glass into Fu Yue’s palm and sat down beside him.
“When I pursue someone, I have quite a bit of grace.” He looked at Fu Yue seriously. “Regarding what just happened—it doesn’t matter if you regret it. You can push the blame onto the alcohol and the fever.”
This sudden “gentlemanly grace” caught Fu Yue off guard.
It also made his previous struggle and defensiveness feel incredibly shameful.
“Ji Hanmo!” Fu Yue snapped, somewhat inexplicably bristling. “Who asked for your fake kindness!”
Looking at his extremely embarrassed, “fake-fierce” act, Ji Hanmo started to laugh.
The more he laughed, the more Fu Yue’s teeth itched with irritation.
“Alright, it’s not fake kindness. I truly do want to do something to you.” Following Fu Yue’s lead, Ji Hanmo laughed while leaning in close once more.
Fu Yue’s breath almost stopped.
No way?
Thinking the man was about to kiss him again, he was surprised to find that Ji Hanmo’s target wasn’t his lips.
The “devil’s claws” extended, attacking his waist directly.
Fu Yue froze for a second before scoffing, “Heh! Useless. I’m not ticklish at all.”
This was the truth.
From childhood to adulthood, Fu Yue had never been ticklish.
However, in the next second—
“Hahahaha… Stop! You… Hahaha…”
An unbearable, strange, tingling itch exploded from his waist, instantly spreading through his entire body.
It was his soul that wasn’t ticklish; it had nothing to do with this body.
The original host’s body was incredibly honest when it came to being ticklish.
Fu Yue instantly became weak from laughter, tears even springing from his eyes.
“No! I can’t! Stop!”
He rolled around on the sofa to dodge.
The glass full of ice cubes met with another disaster.
Ice scattered everywhere, leaving the sofa drenched and the carpet covered in wet patches.
Fu Yue never imagined that he—who had once single-handedly fought five roommates in a college dorm and tickled them until they begged for mercy and called him “Daddy”—would have such a pathetic and wretched day.
He had been tortured until he was out of breath, lacking even the strength to laugh.
He could only gasp while intermittently begging for mercy: “Don’t… no more… I’m… I’m wrong! Please stop! No more!”
These intermittent cries of “no more” and “stop” delivered with a sobbing tone sounded like something entirely different to an outsider.
The sounds of their laughter and playing were too loud, completely drowning out the sound of knocking on the door.
It wasn’t until the knocking became persistent and loud that Ji Hanmo stopped his mischievous hands.
“Who is it at this hour?”
Frowning with displeasure, he walked over to open the door.
When the door opened, a young waiter was standing there pushing a dining cart.
The cart was piled high with food boxes, almost reaching the ceiling.
“Hello, Mr. Ji. Here is the meal you ordered,” the waiter said politely.
Ji Hanmo was stunned; he hadn’t ordered any food.
Fu Yue, on the sofa, realized what was happening.
This was the “melon-eating feast” he had ordered for Ji Linye.
Because the brothers had swapped rooms, as a result… along with his suitcase, even the food had been delivered here!
Using his last ounce of strength, Fu Yue called out weakly, “…I ordered that.”
Ji Hanmo glanced back at him, his eyes carrying a lingering meaning.
“Bring it in,” he said to the waiter, stepping aside.
The waiter lowered his head and carefully pushed the cart into the room.
He had only heard the “commotion” inside faintly before, but now that he accidentally caught a glimpse of the scene in the room, he was completely petrified.
The fair-skinned waiter’s cheeks turned red at a visible speed.
[Is this even allowed to be watched for free?]
The Mr. Ji who opened the door was only wearing a towel around his lower body. There was a wet patch on the towel, creating a stark contrast with the dry parts.
If that were all, it wouldn’t be so bad.
But on the sofa, the “Young Master Fu” who was rumored to be “impotent” was in a state of disarray. His shirt was wide open, revealing flushed skin.
His hair was messy, tears still hung at the corners of his eyes, and he looked as though he had been fished out of the water—soaked through.
The most, most, most shocking thing… on the sofa beneath Young Master Fu, there were suspicious wet marks everywhere, and even on the carpet beneath his feet, there were several dark, wet patches.
Combined with the intermittent sounds of “no more,” “I can’t,” and “please stop” he had heard outside…
The waiter felt as though a nosebleed was about to burst out.
No wonder they ordered so much food.
With this kind of physical exertion, an ordinary person would have fainted long ago. How is this “impotent”!
“Gentlemen, please enjoy your meal!”
The waiter bolted out of the room as if fleeing for his life, not even daring to look back.
It wasn’t until he rounded the corner of the hallway that he leaned against the wall, excitedly pulled out his phone, and began dropping a nuclear bomb in the employee group chat.
Inside the room, the perpetrator remained entirely oblivious.
“This…”
Ji Hanmo closed the door, turned to look at the cart stacked to the ceiling, and then looked at Fu Yue, who was still panting on the sofa.
“Are you planning… to battle with me in this room for an entire day?”
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