Chapter 67 [VIP]
Colorful lights flickered overhead, and the room was filled with people, creating a noisy atmosphere.
Jiang Zhuochen casually found a place to sit, so thirsty he could barely speak. When he saw someone approaching, he quietly asked for a glass of water.
The bartender handed over the water glass. He stood still and waited for Jiang Zhuochen to finish the water before bending down and getting closer.
The other person's impatient expression and slightly flushed skin made it clear to anyone with eyes to be abnormal.
The man smiled slightly, took the water glass, and lightly brushed the back of the other man's hand with his fingertips before asking, "Handsome, what would you like to drink?"
Jiang Zhuochen frowned slightly; the close proximity allowed him to see the man's face clearly. He appeared to be a young man in his mid-twenties, with thin lips and captivating eyes. His already handsome features were even more striking than the earring in his right ear when he smiled.
However, his mind wasn't on other people's faces right now. He rubbed his forehead and slowly said, "Water."
What kind of water?
"Water is water."
The man chuckled at his puzzled expression, a glint of something dark flashing in his eyes. "Alright, then I'll make you a cup of our signature 'water'."
"Just pour it directly to me." Jiang Zhuochen shook his head, his tone tinged with dissatisfaction. Why does the water need to be mixed?
"Don't rush," the man said softly, coaxing, "It'll be over soon."
However, Jiang Zhuochen didn't want to wait. The thirst and restlessness in his body bombarded him one after another, and he almost didn't have the strength to support himself.
He caught a glimpse of a glass in his peripheral vision, picked it up without thinking, and drank from it. One sip, and the scarlet liquid stimulated his taste buds; he detected a hint of sweetness, and drank even more heavily.
The man's hand, which was about to stop him, froze in mid-air. In a moment of distraction, Jiang Zhuochen finished his drink, pushed the cup towards him, and looked at him expectantly.
So, without letting go, he reached out and hooked the other person's chin, saying, "You can't drink this water too fast."
Jiang Zhuochen slapped him away and moved back a little. The unknown sweet water began to spoil in his body, burning his throat with a lingering heat that tormented him until his eyes reddened.
I don't know who I was angry with, but I rubbed the back of my hand hard against my eyes. When I tried to throw it down, it was gently caught by a force.
He looked down and saw that the hand that had been touching him not long ago was now wrapped around his wrist and placed on the table.
Jiang Zhuochen sniffed, his consciousness gradually fading, his heart inexplicably clenching. Such gentle treatment—was it his master who had arrived?
Are you feeling unwell?
Jiang Zhuochen kept his head down, the sound that seemed to come from near and far was automatically transformed by his muddled mind, and the evil thoughts in his heart grew even more intensely.
"uncomfortable…"
The man moved closer, his fingertips circling inside Jiang Zhuochen's wrist, and whispered softly in his ear, "Do you want to rest? How about I take you home to rest?"
"Go home?" Jiang Zhuochen murmured to himself, no longer able to react to the other person's actions.
“Yes, that’s right,” the man met his gaze, “Go home.”
Jiang Zhuochen lowered his eyebrows, clearly liking the suggestion.
Seeing that the other party agreed, the man smiled, took off his work jacket and casually tossed it on the chair, then walked out from behind the bar and helped the person away.
The outdoor temperature was a bit lower than before entering the bar. A cold wind hit my face, and my exposed skin shivered. Reason vanished in an instant, and the spark in my heart, blown by the wind, began to spread unimpeded.
Jiang Zhuochen's throat tightened, and he coughed with an ambiguous meaning.
Upon hearing this, the man beside him quickened his pace and pulled the person into the nearest hotel.
At almost the same time, the screech of brakes echoed outside the hotel entrance. As soon as the car came to a stop, Xu Xing, his face dark, pushed open the door and strode inside.
His assistant had already contacted the hotel lobby manager in advance, who immediately went up to him and led the way.
The manager kept walking, speaking quickly but clearly: "Mr. Xu, we couldn't find the name you mentioned, but there was another person registered during the same time period. We compared the surveillance footage and will take you there now."
"Um."
In the suite on the 23rd floor, Jiang Zhuochen had barely sat down on the bed when he collapsed onto it. He rolled over, hugged the blanket, and rubbed his cheek against it.
The man sitting on the edge of the bed couldn't help but laugh. He twirled a strand of hair behind Jiang Zhuochen's ear and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhuochen grabbed his hand and unconsciously squeezed it, the ripples in her heart collapsing.
This feels wrong. Although I can no longer think about anything, the constant skin-to-skin contact over this period of time has long since become an instinct.
These hands are a bit fleshy, completely lacking the slenderness and strength of the master's hands.
He rudely shook him off, propped himself up on the bed, tilted slightly toward the blurry figure, and then sniffed it.
The man put his arm around his back, patted him gently, and, thinking the other couldn't wait, asked with a delighted expression, "Want it now?"
Jiang Zhuochen's head ached from the strange fragrance, and a feeling of being deceived surged up. Just as he was about to push the person away, there was a noise in the outer room, and the next moment it was kicked open with a 'bang'.
The man froze, staring at the group of people walking towards him. The leader of the group looked as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.
A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he wisely raised his hands, but it was too late.
The man grabbed him by the collar and threw him aside without even looking. If it weren't for the several staff members following behind him, he would have crashed into something.
Xu Xing gritted his teeth and held the person in his arms. The scene of opening the door was still stimulating his nerves. His anger, mixed with his sadistic desires that had nowhere to go, made him really want to lock the person in the house immediately and punish him until he gave in.
As Xu Xing approached, Jiang Zhuochen caught the scent of cedar he had been longing for. He relaxed, snuggling into Xu Xing's arms and holding him tightly. "You're here. Why did you take so long…"
Xu Xing's anger was completely suppressed, leaving him with nothing but helplessness. He gave the manager a look, and the manager immediately understood, dragging the person out without hesitation.
The person in his arms became even more restless, so he pinched the other's cheeks, forcing him to tilt his head back. "I'll deal with you when we get back."
Jiang Zhuochen couldn't wait to go back. He groaned as he freed his face and clung to Xu Xing again. "I feel so uncomfortable..."
Xu Xing remained unmoved, picked the man up horizontally, and bit his lower lip when he struggled, only letting go when he heard him cry out in pain. "If you know it hurts, then bear it."
Jiang Zhuochen was left hanging by his feet, feeling both pain and pleasure. After the initial shock, he became addicted and, after being stuffed into the car by Xu Xing, climbed onto his lap.
His desires were amplified by unrestricted contact, and he felt stifled because he could never take things further; he was so anxious that he almost cried.
He tore the other person's collar to shreds, "Xu Xing... Xu Xing..."
Suddenly, Xu Xing released him. His fingers groped in the air, an unprecedented emptiness overwhelmed him, and tears welled up but didn't fall. Just as they were about to fall, Xu Xing bent down and picked him up.
Jiang Zhuochen calmed down and buried her face in his chest.
Soon, the scalding heat soaked into his clothes, and Xu Xing's brow twitched. He quickened his pace as he walked back to his bedroom.
He gently placed the man on the bed, turned his face towards him with his palm, and tenderly wiped away his tears, his heart aching. "Why are you crying?"
"I hate you." Jiang Zhuochen pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn down, and tears kept flowing out, making her look more like a pitiful porcelain doll.
Xu Xing patiently wiped away his tears little by little and kissed the corner of his eye. "Why do you hate me?"
"You broke your promise," Jiang Zhuochen choked back tears. "You said you'd come back soon, but I couldn't find you anywhere..."
"I feel so awful..."
"You still won't let me hug you..."
Each tearful accusation made Xu Xing want to laugh inappropriately, helpless against the person's soft and coquettish behavior.
"I'm sorry." Xu Xing hugged him and whispered in his ear, "There was a car accident on the way back, so it was congested for a while. I didn't mean to be so late. From now on, be a good boy and wait for me at home. I'll come find you, okay?"
If he were to run away in this state again, he really didn't know what he would do.
"But you're so slow. You're not as nice to me as you used to be, you don't care about me anymore!" The more she talked, the sadder and angrier she became. Jiang Zhuochen wanted to open her mouth to bite him, but her hands held him tightly and she didn't move.
"Okay, it's my fault." Xu Xing cupped his chin and kissed him. "I'll listen to you from now on."
Jiang Zhuochen pushed the man onto the bed, sat on him, fiercely wiped away his tears, and then said sternly, "Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying to you." Xu Xing's expression was gentle as he reached out and tapped the corner of his eye. "Why are you crying like this?"
"It's all your fault!"
After saying that, Jiang Zhuochen leaned down and bit his lips again, her undried tears dripping onto Xu Xing's face.
Perhaps because he hadn't met anyone all day, his lust was more intense than usual. The panting and ambiguous atmosphere in the bedroom didn't slowly subside until dawn.
Another Saturday passed, and Xu Xing sat on the living room sofa with a headache. He felt that Jiang Zhuochen's love poison had not lessened at all.
He had no choice but to take out the longevity lamp from the corner and turn it on. The wisps of light gathered into a human shape, silently staring at him with two eyes.
He snorted in dissatisfaction, "Come here. You have nothing to do anyway, so sleep as much as you want."
The soul merged into the body. Xu Xing closed his eyes, propped his head up, and digested it for a while before relaxing. Relying on the tacit understanding of being the same person, he came up with a solution, then, like a traitor, locked the soul back into the lamp and threw it aside.
Jiang Zhuochen yawned and came to his side, sat down, put his arm around him and leaned on his shoulder, his voice sticky and mushy: "What are you doing?"
Xu Xing rubbed the back of his head. "I'll find a treatment for you."
"Oh..." Jiang Zhuochen said nonchalantly, "Did you find it?"
Xu Xing reached out his hand, "Give me your Qiankun bag."
Jiang Zhuochen was puzzled, but he still obediently took it out.
Then Xu Xing poured two pills from the bottle, took out a medicinal stone flower, soaked it in ice water, and had the other person drink it along with the pills.
Jiang Zhuochen protested as he drank, "My pills are almost gone!"
"If it's gone, it's gone. It was meant to be eaten anyway."
After feeding him, Xu Xing unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, letting the other person secretly wipe the water stains from his mouth onto his neck, while he played with a spiritual herb with his fingertips.
Jiang Zhuochen caught a glimpse of the azure sky and realized with a start that he had completely forgotten about this treasure. He recalled what had happened in the illusion, and the origin of this azure sky seemed to be similar.
However, his master from that small world went in with him, so he didn't have to worry about anything, and a bunch of treasures were easily put into his bag.
"What's wrong, Master?"
"Can I borrow this first?" Xu Xing asked him. "I'll get you another one when we get back."
"No need." Jiang Zhuochen shook his head. "You gave it to me in the first place, so I'll use it if it's useful."
He took it and examined it for a while, then asked, "What does Master intend to do with it?"
"Do you still remember the effects of this treasure?" Xu Xing asked.
"I remember." It can bring the dead back to life, heal the wounded, and preserve a soul on the verge of dissipation.
"Hmm." Xu Xing tilted his chin up and pointed to the Longevity Lamp. "After you refine it, put it in the lamp; it might be beneficial to your soul."
Jiang Zhuochen instantly perked up and ran back to his room to meditate.
Xu Xing watched his hurried figure and clicked his tongue with a smile.
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