Chapter 99 The boy, panting, asked in confusion, "You want to..."

The boy, panting, asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Of course, I'll sleep with you." The man smiled playfully and patted Ning Buyi's buttocks lightly.

"This man is definitely not a good person," Ning Buyi thought. A warm body pressed against his back; he struggled to pry the hand off his waist, wanting only to get away from the man—this man was dangerous.

The man wasn't annoyed; he just thought it was a cat. He calmly took out his phone and made a call to the others: "Come in."

Ning Buyi's vision was blurred, and he had no strength in his hands. Hearing the sound behind him, he turned around and slapped the thing out of the man's hand. The phone hit the ground with a dull thud, the screen separated directly from the body, and the parts were scattered on the tiles.

The man chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist, his sticky breath brushing against her earlobe: "You've got quite a temper. Make me feel better so you can suffer less."

"Let go!" He endured the rising heat in his body, his arms bound, he could only clench his fists and punch backward.

The man behind him didn't move an inch, even pressing his neck against him with great interest, as if savoring something: "You smell so good. Do you know that the first thing I imagined when I saw you was you crying?"

"Screw your father!"

Ning Buyi was startled by the sound. A group of people jogged over, led by Pei Jing and Zhu Guanghai, followed by several second-generation rich kids who looked timid and subservient.

"Let go of that kid!" Zhu Guanghai panted heavily, his brows furrowed, his face so dark it could drip water.

Zhu Guanghai was talking to someone outside when he suddenly couldn't see Ning Buyi. He went over and asked him, and the kid said he went to the toilet but couldn't see him there either. He thought the brat had run away because he couldn't stand it anymore.

Pei Jing walked over and said he knew where the person was. Behind him were several obsequious juniors. Having lived most of his life, what didn't he know? The group hurriedly moved aside.

The man hissed in annoyance, loosening his grip. He didn't want to argue with the two old men beside him: "It's just a mutual thing, a game between two people."

Ning Buyi stumbled over to Zhu Guanghai's side, pointing at the man: "Old Man Zhu, he said he drugged me and even said he wanted to sleep with me."

Pei Jing remained calm on the field, while the faces of the people standing behind him wished they could bury themselves in the ground.

The boy's words were incoherent and a bit rambling. Luckily, there were no outsiders present, otherwise Zhu Guanghai would have really covered his mouth to keep his voice down. Zhu Guanghai was speechless: "You don't want to live anymore? How dare you touch someone from the Zhu family!"

"Why make such a fuss? I already said it's just us young people playing around, uncles, you wouldn't understand." The man casually wiped his hands and walked past the group.

"You guys, go and beat him up." Pei Jing raised his chin and gestured to the few people behind him who were hunched over.

They readily agreed and headed towards the man. There was no friendship among them; they all felt they were being dragged down because the instigator was driven by lust. They were fighting for themselves and their families to avoid being targeted, while the man's screams continued.

Zhu Guanghai, supporting the boy who had already collapsed, said shamelessly, "You brat, you dare to drink whatever wine anyone gave you!"

The boy was in a daze, unable to hear what the people around him were saying. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, wetting a little of his suit. Zhu Guanghai sighed towards Pei Jing:

"I'm going to see a fortune teller in a couple of days. This brat is like a major calamity in my life; he's going to break all my old bones!"

Pei Jing's voice was full of energy, and he laughed twice: "Then this brat must be my lucky star."

Zhu Guanghai was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He wished he had a scepter with him and could break the legs of the old man in front of him.

He led his men out the back door. Ning Buyi's return in this state would attract attention. Zhu Guanghai, supporting himself, stood at the door, unable to think of a solution for the time being.

Now he still had to take someone to the hospital. Zhu Guanghai looked up at the sky and thought for a long time before he still felt that this brat must be his calamity.

"Zhu Yanhe!" The boy leaning on Zhu Guanghai's shoulder suddenly came to life, pointing to a spot and grinning.

Zhu Guanghai looked over and saw that the area was empty. Was this brat hallucinating from taking medication?

"I would rather not move."

The sound seemed to respond, and Zhu Yanhe, following the location, just heard Ning Buyi call his name. He jogged towards the source of the sound.

In the shadows, the boy clung to the middle-aged man beside him, biting at the fabric of his suit. Zhu Yanhe quickened his pace: "Have you been drinking?"

"I didn't." Ning Buyi shook his head, then covered his buttocks as if remembering something. "I really didn't."

"Okay, let's go home." Zhu Yanhe reached out and took his hand. His hands, which were usually icy cold, were incredibly hot today, and his face was flushed.

Zhu Guanghai watched the two men from the side, then chose to look away. He really didn't understand what kind of behavior it was for two men to be pulling and tugging at each other in public.

"He was drugged."

Ning Buyi wrapped his arms around Zhu Yanhe. The man still carried the chill from the run, and he rubbed against Zhu Yanhe's chest to relieve the heat.

Zhu Yanhe's face turned cold, and he hummed in response, "Thank you, Dad."

Zhu Yanhe picked the man up and put him back in the car, leaving Zhu Guanghai alone. He stroked his chin and looked up at the sky, where the dark sky was tinged with white by the moonlight.

Hey, this brat's got a wife and's thinking about his dad. Pshaw, what wife?

"Zhu Yanhe, I'm so hot, don't turn on the air conditioner!" Ning Buyi tugged at the seatbelt fastened to his body, struggling to unbutton his suit jacket. The young man seemed to be immersed in a sea of ​​heat, his fair face covered in fine sweat.

Zhu Yanhe lowered the air conditioning temperature and pressed the accelerator a little harder, gradually increasing the car's speed.

Who drugged it?

The boy kept his eyes tightly closed, wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes: "I don't know him... Zhu Yan and I are so upset."

The drug's effects were at their peak, and he felt extremely uncomfortable huddled in his seat, as if every part of him was on fire. Ning Buyi unconsciously touched Zhu Yanhe's hand, which was placed in the middle.

"Zhu Yanhe, I want to kiss you."

Zhu Yanhe glanced at him. The boy's bewildered eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were bitten until they were tender and red, looking like he was ready to be taken.

The man's eyes were dark and unfathomable. He turned the steering wheel, changed lanes, and stopped on the side of the road. With a click, Zhu Yanhe unbuckled his seatbelt, quickly walked to the other side, opened the car door, and pulled the person inside out.

It was quite chilly at night. Ning Buyi shivered almost as soon as he came out. The cold wind tried desperately to get into the shirt under his suit. He tried to hide back inside, but Zhu Yanhe grabbed him by the waist.

"Clear your head."

Zhu Yanhe's tone was as cold as the wind at that moment, making him shiver in his arms. The man was angry again, and he didn't know why. He was blaming him, and he didn't want to either.

I hate you!

He was already being bullied, and Zhu Yanhe still wanted to bully him. Zhu Yanhe wasn't even as good as his father. He tried to push the man in front of him away but couldn't, so he rammed his head into Zhu Yanhe's chest instead.

Zhu Yanhe was both angry and heartbroken. There was nothing he could do about Ning Buyi's simple-mindedness. Zhu Yanhe pinched his chin and asked, "Ning Buyi, what did you promise me?"

The boy looked up blankly, then slowly lowered his head again, like a child who had done something wrong. He promised Zhu Yanhe that he would take good care of himself.

"say."

"I promise you I'll take good care of myself," Ning Buyi said hesitantly, but it wasn't intentional!

"Is this how you take care of me?" Zhu Yanhe's eyes held emotions he couldn't decipher.

Ning Buyi blinked blankly, his eyes suddenly becoming dry. He sniffed and said, "I don't want you anymore. You keep blaming me, but you don't blame the person who bullied me. He even squeezed my hand until it was red, and you didn't blame him. You only blame me, you only know how to blame me!"

Tears streamed down Ning Buyi's face as he sobbed, his voice trembling with grievance. "It wasn't me who wanted to go," he cried, uttering slowly, "You don't blame me, but you blame me, Dad. I hate you!"

He wiped his eyes with both hands, the backs of his hands getting wet and he couldn't wipe them clean. Zhu Yanhe stared at the boy, gently patted his back, and said softly, "I don't blame you."

Ning Buyi sobbed, "You blame me for not taking good care of myself, and you blame me for being drugged..."

Zhu Yanhe reached out and wiped the tears from his cheeks, saying softly, "It's not your fault."

He admitted that he was indeed angry just now, but rather than blaming Ning Buyi, he blamed himself for not having the ability. He wanted to make everyone with bad intentions fear Ning Buyi's existence.

"Then you won't even kiss me, and you let me stand in the cold wind. You even said I don't take care of myself." The boy sobbed, his eyes reddening, and he couldn't help but rub against Zhu Yan and the warmth of her palm.

Zhu Yanhe smiled slightly at his actions, bent down a little closer, gently touched the boy's lips, and then released him: "Are you done?"

"No, I hate you." Ning Buyi opened her bright, watery eyes, her eyelashes glistening with moisture, taking advantage of the situation to push her luck.

Zhu Yanhe saw through his little scheme and pressed herself against him again. The boy's body temperature was slightly higher, and his lips were warm.

A lustful glint appeared in the man's eyes, and he spoke in a breathy voice, "And now?"

"I'm a little better, but I still hate you." His pupils reflected Zhu Yanhe's face, and the expectation on his face could no longer be concealed.

Zhu Yanhe put the person back in the car and fastened his seatbelt again, otherwise the person would get sick again if he didn't take him home.

"Zhu Yanhe, I still feel unwell." Ning Buyi squeezed his legs together.

"Where does it hurt?" Zhu Yanhe asked.

The boy seemed hesitant to speak. Zhu Yanhe looked over and saw that he had only lifted his clothes slightly when his cheeks were already as red as ripe rouge, even redder than a young girl's rouge.

Zhu Yanhe paused for a moment, then shifted his gaze and coughed lightly: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

He nestled in the leather seat, breathing softly, and looked at the man with a puzzled expression, wondering why Zhu Yanhe was blushing.

"But I'm feeling really bad right now, Zhu Yanhe."

Perhaps it was because of the medicine, Ning Buyi became even more affectionate than usual, rubbing her cheek against Zhu Yanhe incessantly, like a kitten scratching at someone, which was incredibly alluring.

Zhu Yan, with his foot almost floored on the accelerator, said, "Bear with it."

His interactions with Zhu Yanhe were always limited to hugging and kissing, except when Zhu Yanhe bathed and changed his clothes after his leg injury. He had never so openly expressed his desires.

"I wish Yanhe..."

The boy braced himself between his legs, trying to cover a certain part of his body, but he didn't know what was wrong with his body.

He kept whispering in the man's ear, the sound of which sounded to Zhu Yanhe no different from a kitten meowing on a spring night, arousing Zhu Yanhe's desire with each whisper.

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Author's Note: To find out what happens next...