Part 3
Time passed very slowly. Leon didn’t know how long passed, finally realizing something was wrong, and reminded Wen Rong: “Wen Rong, don’t just keep brushing the left side, there’s the right side too.”
Wen Rong paused and switched the toothbrush head to the left side.
This action continued for nearly a minute. Leon rejoiced that the drunk Wen Rong didn’t successfully squeeze toothpaste onto the toothbrush, otherwise he might really have been the first person to get toothpaste poisoning.
Leon continued to remind: “Wen Rong, you haven’t brushed your tongue yet.”
This time Wen Rong didn’t listen. Instead, his movements paused, and he shook his head instinctively, muttering softly: “Not brushing tongue.”
“Why?”
“Disgusting.”
Leon understood, but still persuaded: “Electric toothbrush won’t be disgusting.”
Wen Rong continued to shake his head: “Not brushing tongue.”
Having witnessed Wen Rong’s stubbornness at the bar, Leon knew continuing to speak would only lead to a dead loop. So he actively grabbed the toothbrush and brought it to Wen Rong’s mouth, acting first and reporting later. “Try it. Come, tongue.”
Wen Rong opened his mouth as expected.
But his slow brain seemed to just realize he should refuse. His mouth closed, trapping a small section of tongue tip less than a centimeter long between his lips.
Leon was amused by him. “Stick your tongue out a bit more.”
Wen Rong reluctantly stuck out a bit more tongue. Leon had no choice but to settle for touching the brush head to the tip of the tongue.
He was very close to Wen Rong. His intention was just to make Wen Rong brush his teeth properly, but caught off guard, he saw Wen Rong’s suddenly wide eyes, looking amazed as if discovering a new continent.
Leon scraped gently with the brush head once then let go, reminding him: “Rinse.”
Wen Rong didn’t move. Instead, he opened his mouth, sticking his tongue all the way out. “Want to brush tongue.”
Leon: “…”
Wen Rong didn’t close his mouth, humming through his nose: “Ah ha he ha (Want to brush tongue).”
Leon was amused.
“Ah ha he ha.”
“Got it, got it.”
He thought, must not let Wen Rong drink in front of others. Otherwise, who could resist liking such a clingy kid?
“Ah ha he ha.”
“Go—”
Before the words were finished, Wen Rong leaned in eagerly, lifting his neck, his chin almost touching Leon’s chest.
The wet pink tongue tip approached his eyes, hooking upward.
On the beautiful face, upper and lower eyelashes entangled, covering misty eyes. Around the eyes was full of drunken flush, and the tip of the nose was pink too.
The smart watch vibrated, beeping to indicate abnormal heartbeat.
In the other hand, the electric toothbrush vibrated until his hand was numb.
Leon’s mind was running wild.
After coming out of the Research Center, he hadn’t returned to the “Secret Base” yet. The suppressed desires hadn’t been released.
“Can Senior kiss you?”
The bathroom was terrifyingly quiet. Leon clearly heard his own voice and startled himself.
This thought was spoken without passing through his brain.
Wen Rong, however, irresponsibly turned his head to pour a mouthful of water into his mouth. Gurgle gurgle, the water crashed into the sink.
Although Leon wanted to very much, he wasn’t someone to take advantage of others’ precarious position. Strong self-control forced him to look at his watch to divert attention.
The heartbeat just now reached 160, almost an intensity only achieved by running.
Should take a good shower when I get back.
“Senior.”
Wen Rong suddenly called him. Leon asked calmly, “What.”
“Senior, I have a fever. If you don’t believe me, touch it.”
Leon knew Wen Rong was still drunk.
So he curved his lips, concealing the throbbing heart, and pulled Wen Rong back to the bedside.
“Sleep and it’ll be fine. Wake up and you won’t be sick.”
Tucking him in, Leon thought he really needed to go back and shower quickly, but his hand was grabbed again.
“Senior, I have a fever. If you don’t believe me, touch it.”
Leon had to humor him, reaching out to touch his forehead. “Fever?”
It was indeed a bit hot, but what was hotter were the cheeks.
Wen Rong was very thin, yet his skin and bone structure blended very well. Unlike Zhou Xie, whose bones propped up the skin.
Leon felt bewitched. With his hand landing on such a beautiful face, anyone would be unable to resist wanting to play with it.
But this was not good.
Leon retracted his hand. “Be good, sleep and you’ll be fine. Close your eyes.”
Wen Rong closed his eyes, but stuck out a small half of his tongue. “Senior can kiss.”
Leon froze abruptly, then realized Wen Rong’s reaction was slow after drinking and was only now answering his previous question.
—Can kiss.
Leon could guarantee that the drunk Wen Rong didn’t even know what “kiss” meant.
His whole body heated up. Finally unable to resist, he bent down, cupped Wen Rong’s face, his nose inching closer to the forehead.
He kissed Wen Rong’s pink, translucent nose tip.
Actually, he wanted to go lower, to taste the tongue tip he just brushed, but Leon maintained his reason. He was taking advantage of the situation; doing so didn’t respect Wen Rong.
He restrained himself.
Entangled with Wen Rong’s breathing.
Tasting the air that had rushed into Wen Rong’s body.
Perhaps this way, it could end in a few seconds.
However, his lips were suddenly pressed lightly. A fine, straight nose bridge leaned up, crudely rubbing against his nose tip.
The smart watch issued a high heart rate alert again.
Leon froze, unable to move. For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was drunk or Wen Rong was.
In such movements, flesh pressed closely together, tearing at each other, heat erupting in waves.
separated lips leaked the minty smell of toothpaste, lingering at the corner of Leon’s lips.
Leon let Wen Rong be, slowly closing his eyes.
Suddenly, this experience vanished abruptly. Wen Rong slapped his face hard with both hands, muttering “Cannot indulge.”
—Indulge.
Leon was smashed dizzy by this word.
This proved Wen Rong also had desire. This grinding wasn’t his solo act.
“Wen Rong, do you have a fever?”
Wen Rong stopped slapping his face as expected, reaching out to grab him. “Senior, I have a fever. If you don’t believe me, touch it.”
Leon didn’t move, but responded to him, “It is a little hot.”
“I want to drink water. Drinking water won’t burn the brain bad.”
“Then sit properly.”
“Sit properly?”
Wen Rong repeated in confusion. After a few seconds, as if his brain finally analyzed what “sit properly” meant, he instantly sat up from the bed.
Leon wanted to truly kiss Wen Rong. At the approaching moment, Wen Rong spoke slowly: “Senior, I sat properly. You have to lie properly.”
Leon’s heart thumped heavily.
“In the video, have to lie properly.” After speaking, Wen Rong tilted his head, frowning tightly, seeming to think. “Have to be like this, then can kiss.”
Leon’s last bit of self-control vanished completely. He thought, at this moment, no one can refuse Wen Rong.
Fortunately, at this moment, it was him beside Wen Rong.
Leon swallowed his saliva, holding his breath to suppress his wildly beating heart, asking leisurely, “Do you allow Senior to lie on your bed?”
“Mn.” Without hesitation.
Leon followed the arrangement and sat down beside Wen Rong, falling backward. “And then? What should you do.”
“Um…”
Wen Rong thought for two seconds, knees kneeling onto the bed, pressing two depressions beside Leon.
Leon shuddered all over, feeling Wen Rong’s weight—he was so thin, yet his bone frame was surprisingly heavy, pressing him breathless.
Leon felt he was approaching a climax, until his waist and abdomen felt the strength of fingers. Startled, he quickly grabbed Wen Rong’s hand. “Cannot touch randomly.”
Wen Rong lowered his eyes.
Through the night, the misty eyes became tender, looking down at a lover, carrying rich doting affection, as if “not touching randomly” became a kind of reward.
“But can lean on you.”
Leon bewitched him. “Tired or not? Want to lean on Senior?”
Wen Rong didn’t move.
Leon’s brain spun fast, changing the phrasing: “Beg you to lean on Senior.”
Only then did Wen Rong lean down to press tight against Leon’s chest.
Leon felt Wen Rong was cute to death like this. He completely degenerated into a bad person, the back of his head arching against the blanket as he looked up. “Open mouth, drink water.”
“Mn.”
“…Wen Rong, beg you to open your mouth.”
“Ah—”
He sucked away the air in Wen Rong’s mouth.
This was an experience he never had before. Even having watched many discs in the secret base, it wasn’t as surging as this moment.
It should have been Wen Rong’s first time too; he was scared awake.
Wen Rong struggled. The mattress oscillated, and Leon’s body swayed too, gripping his arms tightly, chest bumping uncontrollably.
“Ngh… Sen…ior…”
Leon extracted the tip of his tongue while gasping for air. “When sitting on Senior’s body, you cannot move like this.”
“Don’t want anymore.”
The watch face was still vibrating; everything hadn’t ended yet.
…
The Wen Rong of this night belonged to him.
Leon thought naively when leaving the room.
But—
He saw the wound on Wen Rong’s lip. That wasn’t left by him.
Leon’s gaze looked at the lip again, suddenly realizing, perhaps precisely because of this wound, I couldn’t admit it this morning.
In that moment, he had an illusion that last night really wasn’t him.
“Wen Rong,” Leon voiced slowly.
Wen Rong opposite him probably finally remembered what happened last night. His head was almost buried in the table, the exposed ears full of crimson.
“Wen Rong,” Leon insisted on calling him.
“…”
“Wen Rong.”
Wen Rong had to respond. “Mn… mn, Senior, I… I’m listening.”
“Your mouth was bitten by me.” Leon admitted to this crime that didn’t belong to him.
“You can bite me back.”
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