Chapter 104: I Might Prefer Kissing You
One question dropped like a bomb.
Everyone seemed to be jolted awake.
Flushed faces hung with bright, glistening eyes, all looking toward Wen Rong in unison.
Or maybe they hadn’t woken up; that state lasted no more than three seconds.
Only Li Ao remained with his mouth wide open, unable to summon his reason.
How did they kiss?
Why would Cousin ask this kind of question?
Why…
Why are both of Cousin’s hands on the ground, crawling in front of Wen Rong like a dog?
Holy crap, is the person in front of me really my cousin?!
“Ah, sorry, Cousin.”
His cousin squinted at him.
“I mistook you for a dog, sorry, sorry.”
Li Ao’s head was also heavy and dizzy, and his mouth was speaking uncontrollably.
“Pfft.”
Leon buried his head and laughed, bending at the waist. His head tilted, resting on Wen Rong’s other shoulder.
Including Shi Ye, three faces were huddled together, possessing an indescribable intimacy.
Li Ao felt it was weird, but quickly accepted it.
These three have kissed; being a bit intimate is normal.
Wait, they all kissed? How did they kiss? Like now, hugging left and right, taking turns for a peck?
Li Ao, who had followed his brother’s lead since childhood and hadn’t even experienced his first love awakening, felt his worldview shatter. Seeing his cousin still propped up on both hands on the ground, he couldn’t help but follow suit.
The carpet was a slightly rough material; it prickled against his palms, connecting to his heart, itching.
The ambiguous and tense atmosphere was too bizarre; even he was super nervous.
“Guess,” Wen Rong responded in the silence.
The night blurred the refinement of his features. The lights cut across in chaotic lines, leaving only a slender nose and the corner of lips that seemed to be smiling yet not smiling.
Leon smiled too. “Wen Rong used to love making me guess as well.”
It seemed to imply that he and Wen Rong had played this kind of teasing, intimate game long ago.
The wheel of fortune turned. The exceptionally sharp question instantly became a judgment of his cousin by the three of them.
Li Ao heard his cousin speak, “Leon collects so much porn, his technique must be better than a rookie like Shi Ye. I wonder…”
He stopped, hesitating to speak.
Because Wen Rong suddenly reached out and hooked his cousin’s chin.
Why is he getting physical!
Li Ao’s eyes widened, his breathing stalling for a moment.
“Your expression looks like you don’t like this answer. Guess again.”
An Adam’s apple bobbed in the darkness. Silence for a few seconds, then his cousin spoke again, “Shi Ye has no sense of propriety whenever he makes a move. When kissing…”
Once again, he stopped.
But this time, it was his cousin who initiated it.
Li Ao guessed those more explicit words couldn’t be spoken.
Because his cousin revealed a shy expression he had never shown in his life—even the dim light couldn’t hide it!
Now Wen Rong and Shi Ye had witnessed a huge joke. Given his cousin’s personality, when he woke up, he would definitely go on a killing spree, piercing through the earth and out into the universe.
Anxious, Li Ao prayed Wen Rong would answer quickly. After answering, everyone could go back to their rooms to sleep.
This scene was too terrifying. He had never seen his cousin like this; he still wanted to live.
“How about we all disperse? Time to sleep,” Li Ao proposed in a panic.
“You’re so annoying! Don’t talk.”
Wen Rong frowned and complained. Squinting, he leaned closer to his cousin, intensifying his actions by cupping his cousin’s face with both hands. “Why do you dislike every answer?”
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing saliva was subtle yet distinct.
Li Ao couldn’t tell if the sound came from himself. He only saw two silhouettes in the darkness almost overlapping.
Like… kissing.
Holy crap, he’s not going to take a bite of my cousin after taking a bite of Leon and Shi Ye, is he?
Are you a piranha plant? You eat everyone.
“Not going to keep guessing?”
Wen Rong, unmoved by Li Ao’s internal slander, continued the topic.
“Shi Ye and Leon are both incorrect. What else can you guess?”
“Even if the answer is wrong, you have to keep guessing. You’re still very unhappy.”
“I… am I unhappy?”
“Neither you nor I have parents anymore… I want to make you happy for a bit.”
Li Ao froze.
Shadows trembled on the wall. He saw his cousin’s expression stiffen for a moment before he abruptly recoiled, throwing off the hands on his cheeks.
Bzzzt—
The phone that had been tossed aside vibrated again. The screen boldly displayed the word “Principal.”
Wen Rong, cupping a ball of air, leaned in confusedly. “It’s okay, I still have Plan 3. Let me try again…”
“You drank too much.” Zhou Xie extended one hand to press against Wen Rong’s forehead, while the other reached for the phone.
Li Ao, very sensibly, grabbed the phone first and handed it over. “Here.”
Zhou Xie: “Mn.”
Great! Cousin is sober.
Li Ao felt relieved.
“I haven’t tried Plan 3 yet.”
Zhou Xie: “You’re drunk. Go to sleep. Li Ao, take Shi Ye—”
Wen Rong interrupted him, “I might prefer kissing you.”
“…”
“…”
“…”
The atmosphere fell into a dead silence.
The ringtone cut off abruptly; the Principal’s call became a missed call.
Zhou Xie froze all over, his pupils constricting in the dark night.
“Ah! So you like this answer.”
“I didn’t—”
Before Zhou Xie could refute, a hand suddenly and forcefully turned Wen Rong’s face. “Did Senior not make you comfortable?”
It was Leon.
Leon faced Wen Rong, glancing sideways to lock eyes with him. In the depths of his clear eyes, a rare hostility emerged.
Zhou Xie finally realized what he had done. He quickly turned his face away, grabbed his phone, and scrambled up from the floor. “I’ll take a call.”
“Eh… where are you going?” Wen Rong wanted to turn his head to pursue the question but had his chin grabbed again.
“Senior also wants to be happy for a bit.”
Wen Rong narrowed his eyes. After identifying him for a few seconds, he said hesitantly, “Senior, wait. I haven’t let Zhou Xie…”
“No need to worry about him. He was already very happy just now.”
“…Oh.” Wen Rong paused. “Oh! Now it’s Senior’s turn to guess.”
Leon smiled. “Senior can’t guess.”
“Then I’ll see what words Senior likes.”
“Mn, does Senior need to get closer?”
He asked, but his face was already leaning in.
“This distance is fine.” Wen Rong located Leon’s head, his hazy eyes rolling. “Plan 1: Kissing Senior is more comfortable.”
Leon smiled but didn’t answer.
“Mm… Senior doesn’t look very satisfied. Must not like this one.”
Wen Rong thought for a moment. “I’ll try Plan 2.”
“Mn.”
He bent down, reaching out to grab Leon’s neck. “This part that makes Senior comfortable, makes me very comfortable too.”
A very soft, very quiet voice. Not like he was drunk, but like affection at its peak, throat burned dry and husky.
His thumb pressed onto the protruding Adam’s apple. Like flipping a switch, with a silent snap, the pad of his finger rubbed up and down.
Leon swallowed silently.
“Senior likes this one!”
Wen Rong fell backward in high spirits, so drunk he didn’t even realize how dangerous it was for his head to hit the floor, his face full of triumph.
Fortunately, Leon caught him in time, grabbing a cushion to pad the floor.
“Senior, aren’t I amazing?”
Leon leaned down to whisper in Wen Rong’s ear, “Senior shouldn’t have taught you how to read people’s expressions… Now you even know how to use these tricks to manipulate Senior.”
Wen Rong nodded vigorously. “I’ve been using them all along!”
“What about me?”
Zhou Xie returned from making the call and washing his face, only to see Leon and Wen Rong talking intimately. Shi Ye was plastered against Wen Rong’s shoulder, reaching out to tug his sleeve. “I want some too.”
Wen Rong looked at him, the dim floor lamp illuminating the confusion on his beautiful face. “Who are you?”
“I’m Shi Ye.”
“Oh, Shi Ye…”
Wen Rong seemed to think for a moment, then opened his mouth wide. “Ah! You’re getting into an arranged marriage. When is your family bringing the check to tell me to leave you?”
“Pfft.”
Leon was amused, blowing a breath to sweep away the hair at Wen Rong’s temples.
However, human joys and sorrows are not interlinked. Shi Ye went from tugging the sleeve to grabbing the arm, hurriedly denying, “I don’t have an arranged marriage.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Who told me I was getting an arranged marriage? Zhou Xie is the one going for an arranged marriage. He’s been looking at the eldest daughters of various families since he was little—this one is too short, that one is too fat, this one is too spoiled, that one is too shrewd… picking them like pork. And Leon, Leon is even worse. His parents secretly got IQ tests for all the girls in the Federation, wanting to find high IQs to guarantee their family genes. I’m not like them.”
“How did I hear the eldest daughter on a blind date with you is already looking at engagement rings?” Zhou Xie turned off his phone and walked over.
He was awake, yet seemingly not awake. Alcohol drove his mouth to splash dirty water on Shi Ye, even if this behavior was childish.
“Wow—” Wen Rong ate up the gossip, sighing in surprise.
“Fuck! Don’t talk nonsense. You’re the one on blind dates; you even got returned like damaged goods. Wen Rong, let me tell you, when Wang Sichen rose to power, the fiancees Zhou Xie and Leon’s families originally scouted for them—”
Before Shi Ye could finish, Zhou Xie and Leon each clamped a hand over his mouth, dragging him away from Wen Rong.
Since childhood, the two of them had never targeted Shi Ye with such tacit understanding.
Leon used both hands to pin Shi Ye to the floor. “Don’t listen to his nonsense, there are no fiancees—”
Wen Rong nodded vigorously, appearing to listen to the explanation, but then beat them to the punch. “I’m different. I won’t have an arranged marriage. I just want to marry a gentle girl, then have a cute child.”
Leon: “…”
Zhou Xie: “…”
The gagged Shi Ye: “…”
It’s over. They are neither girls, nor can they bear children.
In the silence, Wen Rong blinked and raised a peace sign. “When the time comes, you guys be my groomsmen, okay?”
Clap, clap, clap. Li Ao was awestruck and applauded loudly.
Was there any drama better than this?
What was the use of fighting out of jealousy and sabotaging each other? The guy was straight.
…
Morning, 5 AM.
Wen Rong opened his eyes on time, darkness greeting his vision.
Was it not light yet?
It shouldn’t be. The weather had improved recently; it should be slightly bright by 5 AM.
He felt for the bed to prop his body up. As soon as his hand moved, he touched something soft.
Before he could be startled, a sharp pain shot through his brain. It hurt so much he squeezed his eyes shut, daring not move a muscle.
This distinct sensation forced him to recall what had happened last night.
Yesterday Zhou Xie cooked. Unexpectedly, President Zhou’s words had no filter of paternal bias—Zhou Xie’s cooking skills were actually superb.
While eating, the rice inexplicably felt dry, so Shi Ye opened a bottle of beer.
Before he could recall further, Wen Rong heard a swish. The curtains flew along the track, and blinding light slammed into his face.
His mouth involuntarily gulped in a large breath of air.
His eyes and brain hurt in unison.
“Morning.”
A strange voice pierced the tranquility. Wen Rong saw a head of fluffy chestnut curls by the floor-to-ceiling window.
“Gentlemen, did you sleep well?”
Gentle… men…?
Wen Rong suddenly felt himself being “lifted” up. His body tilted, and he collided numbly with something. Soft.
“You okay?”
His body miraculously sat up on its own; Wen Rong hadn’t used any strength.
Someone yawned by his ear. His arm was yanked upward, and Wen Rong stood up again.
Wen Rong turned his head sluggishly and saw a sleep-addled Shi Ye. He turned to the other side and saw Senior Leon.
Oh, he drank too much last night, so they sat on the floor chatting. Chatting and chatting, they fell asleep. And apparently, he had slept on top of Shi Ye and Senior Leon.
Wen Rong finally reacted slightly to the current situation.
Encountering this situation, I actually wasn’t scared.
Sure enough, with experience, people become formidable.
“Head hurts a bit.” Wen Rong took another deep breath, escaping Shi Ye’s grasp. He wanted to find a glass of water, saying as he walked, “Next time I really can’t drink—Ah!”
“Hiss—”
He stepped on something soft and stumbled forward two steps, luckily caught in time.
Li Ao’s mouth twitched as he went to pull his cousin up. “Watch where you’re going, there’s a person on the floor.”
“Sorry.” Wen Rong patted his cheeks, finally seeing clearly that it was Zhou Xie at his feet. He hurriedly reached out to help pull him up. “I just woke up and was too dizzy, didn’t notice.”
Zhou Xie was awake after that ordeal. Without glasses, he didn’t look as fierce. He waved his hand good-naturedly and stood up. “It’s fine.”
“If you’re fine, wash up first. I’ll order breakfast.” Leon pointed to the communal bathroom on the first floor. “Wen Rong, you use that one.”
The hotel bathroom had disposable toiletries. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Wen Rong finally sobered up completely, though his whole body still lacked energy.
Sitting at the dining table, the hotel staff arrived with the cart. Wen Rong was unexpectedly assigned two bowls of bean sprout soup. Holding his spoon, he didn’t know whether to start on the left or the right.
Leon spoke up, “Drink more, it’s for hangovers.”
Hangovers, that was good stuff.
Wen Rong said, “Then can I have three bowls?”
The hotel staff gave Wen Rong another bowl. Wen Rong thanked them and was about to drink when Leon waved his hand, dismissing the staff.
Li Ao opened the window for ventilation. Fresh air poured in, feeling so comfortable that his strength slowly began to return.
The bean sprout soup was light. After drinking it, both his mouth and stomach felt satisfied. Wen Rong silently marveled; luckily he asked for an extra bowl, it was really delicious.
“Wen Rong.”
Hearing the Senior call him, Wen Rong swallowed his soup and answered, “Hm?”
“Don’t just drink soup, eat some shrimp dumplings. The hotel makes very good shrimp dumplings.”
“Mhm mhm.”
Wen Rong picked up a shrimp dumpling. Just as he stuffed it into his mouth, Li Ao inserted himself into the conversation. “Let him drink. He was the drunkest last night.”
Wen Rong hesitated. “Me?”
“Mn. You asked us to be your groomsmen,” Leon said, placing another shrimp dumpling in his bowl. “Eat more, you still need to grow taller.”
“Thank you, Senior.”
After thanking him, Wen Rong explained his “feat” from last night. “I saw in dramas that groomsmen are the groom’s best friends.”
Actually just asking the Seniors to be groomsmen. My drinking personality isn’t bad.
Wait—
Wen Rong couldn’t help asking, “Is that all I did?”
Clang—Zhou Xie put down his spoon.
“I’m done eating.”
Wen Rong: “Huh?”
Leon smiled. “Otherwise, what else do you think you did?”
“I thought it was like last time.” Wen Rong breathed a sigh of relief. “Good thing it wasn’t like that. Causing trouble every time I get drunk isn’t good.”
Li Ao hummed internally. I didn’t expect Wen Rong to know he causes trouble when he drinks.
After humming, a surge of impulse overtook him. He couldn’t resist assisting his cousin. “Actually, last night you also said you wanted to kiss my cousin.”
Snap.
Shi Ye, who had been silent, slammed down his spoon. “He didn’t say that.”
“……”
Huh?
I wanted to kiss Zhou Xie?
Wen Rong awkwardly scanned the surroundings, paused, and quickly retracted his gaze, falling into a brainstorm.
Shi Ye was unhappy.
Senior Leon was fake smiling.
Li Ao’s eyes kept glancing at Zhou Xie.
Zhou Xie had his back turned and wasn’t moving.
It seemed… what Li Ao said was true. I really did cause trouble again, again, and again.
At a time like this, what should I say so I don’t seem like a pervert who harasses people when drunk?
After pondering for a few seconds, Wen Rong decided to apologize frankly. “Saying that was a bit offensive, I’m sorry.”
He hurriedly added, “Maybe I wanted your cousin to be my groomsman, but being drunk confused my memories and my mouth wouldn’t listen, so I spoke nonsense.”
“I’m really sorry!”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Silence.
Li Ao looked up to meet his cousin’s murderous gaze. Shoulders trembling in fright, he hummed “Mhm mhm mhm oh oh oh,” lifted his bowl, and downed the bean sprout soup in one gulp.
Shi Ye’s eyes darted around, looking at Li Ao, looking at Zhou Xie, then looking at Wen Rong. In this atmosphere, the corners of his mouth hooked up uncontrollably. Dare not make it too obvious for Wen Rong to notice, he bit his lip and turned his face away.
He just loved the way Wen Rong treated Zhou Xie like an outsider!
Contrasted against Zhou Xie, he felt Wen Rong definitely liked him.
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