Chapter 23 Taking Advantage of the Chaos to Steal a Kiss "One more hit, that felt so good."...

"Brother, hold me tight."

Li Baidong grasped Xing Lan's hand and, like a kindergarten child, patiently and gently taught him to wrap his arms around Xing Lan's waist.

Xing Lan was surprisingly well-behaved after drinking, doing whatever she was told.

The head wearing the bulky helmet gently pressed against Li Baidong's back, the warmth of the palms becoming scalding under the influence of alcohol, stirring a tingling sensation on the boy's lean waist.

The wind was strong tonight, and the night wind was cold. The two of them wore thin clothes that billowed in the wind, like two tightly huddled loaves of bread. They used their motorcycle to escape this brightly lit and troubled city, and were eloping steadily and happily towards their bread kingdom.

Li Baidong bent down, focused on driving the motorcycle, the faint, pleasant fragrance emanating from Xing Lan lingering around his nose, along with the undeniable pungent smell of alcohol.

That liquor has a very high alcohol content. Even someone with a good alcohol tolerance would feel unwell for a while after drinking a whole bottle.

Xing Lan had been forced to drink so much, and his stomach was still burning and aching. He frowned and couldn't help but groan a few times. The sound was very soft, but it was clearly carried to Li Baidong's ears by the wind.

The tall, thin twenty-year-old boy had deep, unfathomable eyes. He gripped the handlebars even tighter, and the veins on the back of his long, slender hands suddenly bulged.

Xing Lan had no idea how much alcohol those people had made him drink. Those hypocritical, heartless bastards had actually drunk him to this state and then just left him there unattended. If he hadn't arrived in time, Xing Lan didn't know which cheap rental room or old hotel in the suburbs that lecherous guy would have taken him to.

For a fleeting moment, he really wanted to pull out a knife and stab those people to death.

He would set a huge fire and burn their stinking, rotting, blood-stained corpses, then put all the remaining ashes into a liquor jar, seal it, and let them be tormented by the scalding alcohol for all eternity.

Li Baidong felt no fear or burden in doing this; he only felt that they deserved it.

Bullying the person he likes the most, no matter how terrible the consequences, is not too much.

The reason he wouldn't actually put his ideas into practice was simply because those people were, in name only, Xing Lan's colleagues and partners.

Moreover, if he really killed someone, Xing Lan wouldn't be very happy.

Xing Lan has never liked Li Baidong attacking others for his sake, and it has been like this for seven years.

Xing Lan has a high sense of morality and dislikes rude, uncouth, and uncivilized people. Therefore, no matter how dirty Li Baidong's thoughts are, he has to pretend to be the same as him in front of him.

Li Baidong remained expressionless and cold throughout the journey, only softening his expression when he stopped the car next to a familiar apartment building.

He parked the motorcycle, carefully lifted the drunk Xing Lan off the vehicle, and gently removed his helmet.

Although he had tried to drive very slowly, Xing Lan still couldn't help but vomit as soon as she got out of the car.

His mind was foggy, his knees buckled, and he collapsed weakly to his knees beside the trash can. He looked more disheveled and vulnerable than ever before, his body trembling slightly, his eyes wet and red.

In the darkness, Li Baidong squatted silently beside him like a big dog, looking at him with heartache, patting his back in a flurry of activity, taking clean tissues from his pocket to wipe his mouth and face, and gently smoothing his hair with his slender fingertips.

After vomiting, Xing Lan seemed to regain some of her senses.

He slowly opened his eyes, stared intently at Li Baidong beside him for a long time, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, Xing Lan didn't recognize him after getting drunk.

Although Li Baidong felt a little sad, a bold idea immediately popped into his head.

“I’m your boyfriend.” He smiled and squinted at Xing Lan, speaking in a light tone.

Although this was the first time in front of the real person, it wasn't the first time Li Baidong had impersonated Xing Lan's boyfriend in public. He was used to it, and Li Baidong remained completely composed, his expression serious as if it were the real deal.

"My...boyfriend?" Xing Lan looked at him, her eyes filled with suspicion.

He remembered that he had only ever had one boyfriend, but hadn't they broken up a long time ago? Why was this boyfriend suddenly here again? Did he want to get back together with him?

Xing Lan's expression instantly turned cold, but it was too dark around him for Li Baidong to notice.

He affectionately put his arm around Xing Lan's waist, helped him up from the ground, and led him upstairs while whispering in his ear, "Baby, you've had too much to drink. Husband will take you home and make you some hangover soup."

The man's steady, warm breath brushed against her ear, leaving Xing Lan feeling utterly disoriented.

He desperately wanted to cut ties with this ex-boyfriend who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but his once light body now felt heavy and listless, as if his whole body was bound with heavy stones.

He couldn't muster any strength and could only let this annoying guy half-carry and half-embrace him as he walked.

After finally getting inside, Xing Lan frowned and quickly broke free from Li Baidong's arms.

His face was pale, he coughed wearily, and stumbled onto the bedroom bed while leaning against the wall. He reached out to pull at the tie tied around his neck, trying to tear it off, but the more he pulled, the tighter it became.

Seeing this, Li Baidong also climbed onto the bed, quickly untied his tie, tossed it aside, and then reached for the lapel of his silk shirt, trying to unbutton it.

Li Baidong knew that Xing Lan was very clean and changed his clothes every day, and changed his bed sheets every week. If he hadn't been so drunk today, he wouldn't have gone to bed in these clothes at all.

"Brother," Li Baidong said to himself, "Don't worry, I'll help you change your clothes right away."

Xing Lan squinted, feeling something cool and soft lingering along his neck. Soon it moved downwards, gently and slowly caressing the smooth skin beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

The shirt only had five or six buttons in total, and after all the fuss along the way, they were a bit loose and messy. It could have been unbuttoned in a few seconds, but Li Baidong seemed to find it quite amusing and started fiddling with them vigorously.

The fingertips were slightly cool, wandering aimlessly across the smooth surface of the shirt for two or three minutes before finally unbuttoning the first button, instantly revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin underneath.

Beneath her long, slender neck was a tiny, light-colored mole.

Xing Lan doesn't have many moles, and they are all quite small. This one is the second one besides the one on her left eyelid.

Because he usually dresses neatly, this small mole is often hidden under his clothes, and few people can see it. This is the first time Li Baidong has seen it clearly today.

He couldn't resist reaching out and gently touching it, then quickly leaning down to kiss it.

He completely ignored the cold, unpleasant smell of baijiu in the air; his sensitive nose could now only detect one scent: the soft, pure, and alluring freesia fragrance emanating from Xing Lan.

He had to exert himself to restrain himself from licking and nibbling on it excessively. After quickly finishing the kiss, he reluctantly moved his lips away.

"You...you..."

Xing Lan stammered, staring at him with disbelief in her eyes.

Even though he was drunk, he could sense that this person had been groping him the whole way and hadn't done anything good.

She said she would help him change his clothes, but instead of changing them, she kissed him!

Speaking without his consent or permission is extremely rude!

He felt intense shame and indignation, his face instantly turned red, his breathing became rapid and uneven, and he glared angrily at Li Baidong in front of him.

Li Baidong glanced at him lightly with his eyes downcast, smiled with pleasure, and licked his lips.

So cute, she even gets shy when she's drunk.

He was lost in Xing Lan's unusual blankness and shyness when, in the next second, an angry Xing Lan suddenly grabbed his collar, then raised his knee and kicked him hard in the chest without any mercy.

Although Li Baidong is used to working out and has very hard pectoral muscles, no matter how strong the muscles are, they are still not as hard as human bones, and there is still a large kneecap.

He winced in pain and instinctively stumbled back a few steps. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xing Lan quickly got up, pinned him to the bed, pressed her knees against his waist, and gripped his broad shoulders tightly, her slender knuckles turning white.

This smooth combo can be said to inflict 800 damage on the enemy while inflicting 1000 damage on yourself.

A drunk person is inherently unsteady on their feet. Xing Lan appeared to have Li Baidong under control, but in reality, she had completely lost her strength and was like a thin card. Li Baidong didn't even need to exert much effort; a mere gust of wind could knock her over.

He lowered his eyes, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, his slender chest heaving violently.

The white shirt, half-undone, was loosely and haphazardly draped over her body, rustling down from her shoulders.

The skin on her shoulders and neck was fair and flawless, appearing exceptionally translucent in the soft moonlight filtering through the window.

Although still partially covered by clothing, this half-concealed state was even more alluring than when completely undressed, making one's mouth water.

Li Baidong lay on the soft bed, staring intently at him. After being pushed down, there was no surprise or blame in his eyes, only deep infatuation.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Brother..."

He raised his hand and, as if unafraid of death, gently stroked Xing Lan's cheek.

Xing Lan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Li Baidong was going to slap him, so he immediately took the initiative and slapped Li Baidong hard across the face before Li Baidong's palm could land.

Li Baidong's face turned slightly away, and when he turned back, there was a faint trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

He quietly lowered his eyes, neither angry nor crying out in pain, nor even raising his hand to wipe away the drop of blood from his lips. He simply stared silently at Xing Lan with his dark eyes, his gaze heavy and obscure, carrying an indescribable deep emotion that made one feel inexplicably tense and uneasy.

"You...you mustn't touch me!" Xing Lan's pupils trembled slightly. Although she was a little flustered, she still tried to calmly warn him, "Don't...don't meddle! Or I'll beat you to death..."

After he finished speaking, he became a little timid and stumbled as he tried to get off Li Baidong, but Li Baidong grabbed his arm.

Her body slumped back down uncontrollably, and her eyes, reeking of alcohol, suddenly met his hunter-like, narrow eyes.

"elder brother."

Li Baidong chuckled, gripping his wrist tightly and pressing his palm against his cheek, his expression ambiguous, his dark eyes gleaming with a hidden light.

He tilted his head and gently licked Xing Lan's burning palm.

"Let's hit it one more time."

"That feels so good."

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The soft, pale moonlight streamed into the room, and from a minimalist, black-and-white room in a luxury apartment building came a series of incessant noises.

Li Baidong was pinned to the bed and brutally beaten by Xing Lan. Although he did not retaliate, he took advantage of the chaos to kiss him several times, from the side of his neck to his ear. In a moment of carelessness, he stared at his rosy and soft lips.

"elder brother."

Li Baidong dodged the flurry of punches he was throwing, grabbed the man's soft, dark hair, and forced him to look him in the eye.

His gaze was fixed on Xing Lan in front of him. He lowered his eyes slightly and asked in a hoarse voice, "If I kiss you now, will you hate me later?"

"I've waited for you for so long, what do you want me to do to make you like me?"

He knew perfectly well that Xing Lan was neither mentally nor rationally capable of answering him, yet he still relentlessly pursued him with aimless questions.

With each question, the two drew closer together, cheek to cheek, until they could clearly hear each other's soft breathing.

Xing Lan looked at him with her hazy, pure, and bright eyes, and every breath she exhaled seemed to fall on Li Baidong's heart.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Li Baidong suddenly froze.

He stared intently at Xing Lan, his long eyes unblinking, his gaze burning like fire, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

However, the hand that was gripping the back of his head slowly, very slowly, loosened its grip.

Xing Lan had been beating him for a while, and she was tired. At this moment, her whole body ached and she had no strength.

After Li Baidong released him, his tense nerves gradually relaxed, and he slumped softly against Li Baidong's chest, like a tired little animal. He closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep next to him.

The moonlight outside the window gradually thinned, and the morning sun slowly rose from the horizon.

Dawn finally broke.

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Author's Note: The next chapter is the day after tomorrow! ovo [milk tea emoji]