How can you not touch anything?
"More wine, more fun? (Shall we have another glass to liven things up?)"
Ryan held two glasses, one swirling in front of him and the other handing to Jonathan.
Jonathan glanced down at her, flicked Ryan's hand away with his wrist, and walked into the room: "Whiskey party, drink your mother's wine?"
Ryan clearly didn't understand: "H...Huh? (Huh...Huh?)"
Jonathan walked over to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, and beckoned with his finger: "Hey here, show me what you've got."
Ryan followed and was about to sit down next to Jonathan when Jonathan pushed him away, pointing to the ground in front of him: "Kneel, please?"
"..." Ryan frowned in surprise, then licked his lips, revealing a lewd smile. He knelt down and handed Jonathan a glass of cloudy wine. "As you wish, my lord."
Jonathan took the glass Ryan had left for him, leaned over and unbuttoned Ryan's tie and two buttons on his shirt. He hooked his index finger around the collar and slowly poured the wine into the glass.
“You?!” Ryan roared, shaking his clothes as he tried to get up, but Jonathan pressed him back to the ground.
Jonathan put down his empty glass, cradled the surviving glass by the stem, and brought it to Ryan's lips: "Drink it up, or you'll be in so much pain later."
Ryan seemed to recall something, put one hand behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then still held the cup in his mouth and did as he was told.
Jonathan smiled with satisfaction as he watched Ryan's Adam's apple bob, and then gently lifted his glass to ensure that not a drop of wine was left in Ryan's mouth.
After Ryan finished drinking, he blindfolded Ryan with his tie, tied it securely, and then, holding the knot tightly, pulled Ryan's head, which had been passively raised, to his lips, whispering, "Good boy, now take off your clothes."
Ryan opened his mouth to catch his breath, then closed it and swallowed.
Jonah let go and leaned back against the backrest, slowly drawing circles with his toes to keep track of the wet tapir.
When Ryan took off his trousers and was down to his underwear, it was visibly his arousal was already evident.
He knelt forward impatiently, grabbing Jonathan's ankles with both hands: "I give it to you, then you talk to Fan...Remind him!"
Ignoring whether Ryan was trembling from nervousness or something else, Jonathan rolled over and dodged, leaving Ryan empty-handed.
Then, moving behind the bewildered figure, he crouched down to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor, rested his chin on his hand, and commanded, "Get on the couch and lie on your stomach."
"Remind him to keep the promise...deal?"
After drinking the entire cup of filthy liquid he had brought, Ryan lay on the sofa, writhing and babbling incessantly.
Jonah unlocked his phone with disdain and took a picture of the cringe-worthy scene. He then selected another video from his album, recorded a year ago, and forwarded it to the protagonist who was making a great appearance in the video.
The screen at his feet lit up, and Jonathan chuckled, grabbed his clothes and left the room, gripping the handles of the double door with both hands: "There's a saying in China: Once is enough, twice is enough, but never a third time."
Ryan propped up his liver-colored neck, haphazardly ripped off the tie in front of him, and saw where Jonathan and his clothes were. Even though they couldn't communicate, he knew he had been tricked again. So he stared in disbelief and pounced off the sofa, only to fall to the ground with a thud.
The fall caused him to choke on the alcohol in his stomach, coughing violently: "You…krr…m*therf*cker…krrkrr…I'm gonna…krr…sue you…krrkrr…."
“Try me.” Jonathan’s smile remained alluring as he waited with interest for the limp figure to crawl over like a rag doll, and then close the door completely when the figure was just a step away from him.
Hearing the rhythmic trembling and shouting, Jonathan let out a sigh of relief.
Then, with long strides, he randomly chose an empty room, casually tossed the clothes draped over his forearm into the room, clapped his hands, and returned to the party area as if nothing had happened.
-
Jonathan sat alone in the center of the stage, his hands resting on the microphone stand in front of the bar stool, his eyes closed as he sang, his body swaying gently to the melody.
"If the world ends, I would rather die by your hand."
Holding onto your lingering warmth, it turns to sand, slipping away completely from my fingertips.
Falling star, falling star...
At this point in the song, the self-destructive sentiment in the lyrics suddenly made Jonathan so sad that he couldn't continue.
Jiang Songhe values Jiang Songyun more than her own life; didn't she know that all along?
Jiang Songhe wouldn't have asked for my help unless a more difficult problem had arisen.
If Song Yun is crushed and destroyed, will Jiang Song He's world also collapse?
The alcohol had clouded his mind, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. He saw Jiang Songhe lying in the hospital bed, kneeling in the memorial room confessing, and making a phone call in the car...
"Could you please tell Song Yun to stop looking at his phone and going online recently?"
"Am I trying to ask you for help? How come you don't understand?"
Are you blind, or do you have no heart?
I don't want to argue with you.
"If you don't understand, then forget it."
"..."
He was both confused and clear-headed. The confusion prevented Jonathan from speaking and he could only hum. The clarity made him realize that Jiang Songhe was trying to approach him in an awkward way.
He failed to see this in time and even stirred up an argument to silence those who had made some progress.
Even though he knew that among the onlookers outside the spotlight were many industry insiders and mainstream media who would benefit from promoting "The Night of Dawn," Jonathan still stubbornly stopped speaking out. He was in a hurry to leave, find out the situation, and deal with the help he hadn't been able to provide.
He also had a personal reason: he wanted to present this transformative work to his loved ones in its entirety on the appointed day.
"Thanks for inviting me here, and I apologize for my imperfect performance."
Jonathan rose from the spotlight and, before leaving, found an impeccable excuse for his willful act.
"After much deliberation, I still believe you all deserve the ultimate show of my first 'grown-up' song. Please stay tuned for the MGT finale on March 5th, and I wish you all a wonderful night."
...
Don't drink and drive; this is a fundamental traffic rule that even the most discerning drivers must follow.
After retrieving his car keys from the storage area, Jonathan was struggling under everyone's watchful eyes when Vasin appeared.
"Fan called me here." The big guy with the big mouth didn't exude any cold air, so he must have been waiting for a long time. In other words, even though Jonah clearly said that he didn't want Vasin to come, Vasin would still act according to Tang Fan's wishes.
Jonathan was in a hurry to get back to his apartment, so no matter how much he disliked it, he had to accept reality and toss the car keys to Vasin.
"Considerate and obedient enough."
-
Jiang Songhe arrived home at around 5 a.m., parked the car, and didn't get out of the driver's seat for a long time.
I shouldn't have made that call to Jonathan.
The police informed him that in cases like this, the initial investigation would take a week, and the case filing process would take even longer, at least a month.
With his battery low and his mind in turmoil, he hated that such despicable people weren't being punished immediately for their rotten deeds, yet he also feared that Jiang Songyun would be caught in the crossfire if he went online after practice. But no matter how much he hated or feared it, in the dead of night, he had no choice but to try to delay his brother from finding out.
In desperation, he called Jonathan, who was the mentor of Jiang Songyun's team.
The moment the call connected and he heard Jonathan's voice, he knew the timing was bad. He wasn't in the mood; whether he didn't want to spoil the mood or he just lost control of his attitude, he ended up with a sense of despondency and resignation.
Despite not wanting Jonathan to get involved beforehand, he still suggested that the other party use his position to satisfy his own selfish desires.
Even though he knew in his heart that Jonathan was right, he couldn't help but stubbornly argue back, which led to a heated argument.
Because he suddenly realized that he was not only afraid that Jiang Songyun would not be able to withstand the blow, but also afraid that the brotherhood that had been repaired with great difficulty would break down again due to his incompetence.
Realizing this, he became even more insecure, and Jonathan, who had been trying to mediate between him and his brother, also seemed angry with him. He didn't know how to face him and had the urge to escape, wanting nothing more than to end the call as soon as possible.
A good son, a good brother, a good boyfriend, a good agent—how can he not be one of them?
Exhaustion, both physically and mentally, makes my mind sluggish, and all I can do is repeatedly play this phrase to self-punish.
The car's interior felt like an airtight box, the invisible pressure seemingly sucking away the thin oxygen, making it hard for Jiang Songhe to breathe. He buried his head in the steering wheel, wanting to shout into the darkness, just like when he couldn't bear the loneliness as a child.
But he couldn't bring himself to shout, because he knew that no matter how loudly or how many times he shouted, there would be no response.
His heartbeat and breathing became increasingly erratic, and the feeling of impending death, accompanied by a buzzing sound, choked Jiang Songhe. He couldn't even take a full breath, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.
For a moment, he thought, "That's enough." But soon, familiar voices broke through the chaotic noise and entered his ears.
"I am yours."
"I want to go to Bincheng with you!"
"I want to... parasitize your body..."
"You bastard...I...love you so much too..."
"Can you come back to Maner to see me before March 5th?"
"..."
He was wrong. Someone responded to him and is waiting for his response.
He hurriedly raised his head, which was covered in cold sweat. He pressed his body against the backrest, reclined the seat with one hand, loosened his tie with the other, and opened his mouth to try to breathe deeply.
With little success, he had no choice but to frantically reach for the buttons on the car door again.
The car window finally rolled down, and a blast of cold air rushed into the car, forcing Jiang Songhe to slow his breathing. After a long while, he lowered his chin, his lips tightly closed, and released a long, stale breath through his nose.
Everything returned to normal, and Jiang Songhe gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh: "I thought I could die freely before, but when I was about to die, I was pathetically trying to save myself."
"Is your life truly yours alone?"
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