Do you want to come home with me?
Shen Yanzhi looked helplessly at Lu Zhian, who was slumped on the table with a dazed look in his eyes, and resignedly got up to go to the bar to pay the bill. He thought he should hurry up and send this drunkard back to his school dormitory to avoid any trouble.
However, just as Shen Yanzhi turned to leave, Lu Zhian, who was slumped over the table, groggily raised his head. Through his drunken haze, his gaze was firmly captured by a figure in a booth not far away.
The man was backlit, his profile appearing exceptionally sharp and defined in the dim light. He wore a well-fitting dark suit, and even seated, his upright posture and imposing presence were palpable. In Lu Zhian's alcohol-blurred vision, the man seemed to radiate an aura of unreal beauty.
Alcohol completely overwhelmed his reason and restraint. Lu Zhian stood up unsteadily and, driven by instinct, staggered toward the "source of light" that had attracted him.
He tripped over something, lost his balance, let out a soft cry, and fell straight forward.
The expected pain of falling to the ground did not come; instead, he landed in a firm and warm embrace. A refreshing scent, tinged with a hint of calming wood, lingered around his nose.
A collective gasp and suppressed gasps erupted from all around.
"Holy crap! Who's this?"
"Are you out of your mind?! You dare to run into President Xiao?!"
"This guy's done for..."
The friends who were with Xiao Yuan looked at the scene in disbelief. Everyone knew that Xiao Yuan hated strangers getting close to him, especially this kind of attempt to seduce him.
However, something happened that nearly made everyone's jaws drop.
The moment Xiao Yuan was hit, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly, but he didn't immediately push the person in his arms away. He looked down at the person who had fallen into his arms, their cheeks flushed and their eyes glazed.
Lu Zhian was caught safely, but instead of being afraid, he used the position to tiptoe and softly wrapped his arms around Xiao Yuan's neck. He tilted his head back and, in a voice that was slurred with alcohol but still incredibly clear, boldly invited, "You're...so beautiful...would you...like me coming home with you?"
His words caused an instant, deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop. Everyone held their breath, as if awaiting the arrival of a thunderous rage.
Xiao Yuan's arm around Lu Zhi'an's waist was steady and strong, supporting the drunkard who could barely stand but still insisted on tiptoeing. Lu Zhi'an was almost entirely leaning against Xiao Yuan, his chin resting on his shoulder.
That wasn't enough. Lu Zhian seemed to have a knack for exploring "beautiful things." He loosened his arm from around Xiao Yuan's neck and slowly, with curiosity, stroked Xiao Yuan's chest muscles, whose full contours could be felt even through his shirt. His fingertips unconsciously traced the firm muscles, then slowly moved downwards, following the muscle lines, tentatively gliding over the well-defined abdominal muscles...
Just as Lu Zhian's restless hand was about to venture into a more dangerous area, a large hand with distinct knuckles and a sharp, forceful gripped his wrist precisely, stopping the increasingly excessive "exploration."
Xiao Yuan lowered his head and looked at the drunken young man in his arms. Instead of getting angry, he used his unique, deep and magnetic voice to slowly ask Lu Zhian, "What will happen after we get home?"
These five simple words carry an indescribable seductive meaning.
Lu Zhian seemed stumped by the question. He blinked in confusion. "After I got home...?" He repeated unconsciously, as if he was seriously considering this difficult question.
Alcohol clouded his logic, leaving him with only his most basic instincts. Unable to offer a verbal response, he instead made an even bolder move.
He tilted his head slightly, his soft, moist lips, hot with breath, pressed directly against Xiao Yuan's prominent Adam's apple.
It was a gentle, brief touch, yet powerful enough to freeze the surrounding air completely.
"Buzz—Buzz—"
Just then, Lu Zhian's phone vibrated violently in his pocket, shattering the deadly, enchanting atmosphere.
Shen Yanzhi's anxious voice immediately came from the other end of the phone: "Zhi'an! Where did you go? I came back after paying the bill and couldn't find you! Don't move, I'll take you back to school!"
Lu Zhian held the phone to his ear, but his body was still leaning softly against Xiao Yuan's chest. He mumbled, "Senior brother? No need... don't bother me... I can go back by myself..."
"How are you going to get home like this? Stop messing around and tell me where you are!" Shen Yanzhi's voice was full of concern.
"I can do it! Really!" Lu Zhian insisted stubbornly, his tongue almost tied in knots, "I...I know the way..."
Shen Yanzhi was utterly helpless on the other end of the phone. Knowing that there was no point in reasoning with a drunkard, he had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, okay, then you must send me a message to let me know you're safe as soon as you get back! Do you hear me?"
"Okay~" Lu Zhian replied vaguely, then hung up the phone.
Because the two were so close, Xiao Yuan heard Shen Yanzhi's worries and instructions clearly on the other end of the phone. He looked down at the little drunkard in his arms who could barely stand, yet was so confident that he could go back.
After Lu Zhian put away his phone, Xiao Yuan's hand around his waist didn't loosen; instead, it tightened even more. He spoke again, his voice deeper than before, carrying an undeniable determination: "Now, shall we go home?"
Lu Zhian seemed to have been waiting for these words. He nodded vigorously, his hazy eyes reflecting the dim light of the bar, making him appear exceptionally docile and alluring.
Having received an affirmative answer, Xiao Yuan said no more. He bent down, slipped one hand under Lu Zhian's knees, and with a little effort, easily lifted the soft and fragrant man into his arms.
Lu Zhian gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her burning cheeks in his shoulder.
Xiao Yuan held him, and with a blank expression, nodded slightly to his friends who were staring in disbelief, as if to say hello.
Then, with long strides, under the gaze of countless shocked, curious, and incredulous eyes, he left the bar, clutching his unexpected haul from the night.
His friends were left standing there, staring at each other in disbelief, their minds already filled with countless "Holy crap!"—the icy, aloof CEO Xiao had actually been kidnapped in public by some drunkard who had appeared out of nowhere?!
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