Chapter 73 Ears, Arms, and Waist
The bar was dimly lit and noisy.
This was Mu Yan's first time in a place like this. He had always been a good kid who never smoked or drank, so much so that he hesitated for a while at the door, wondering if someone would stop him like Liu Guang and ask for a membership card.
He Fan said he was having drinks with friends at a bar near his company today, so he asked Mu Yan to come over and pick up the jacket he left in his car last time when he got off work.
This place is indeed very close to Mu Yan's company, but Mu Yan goes between the two places every day, and this is the first time he has ever known that there is a bar here.
Mu Yan easily found He Fan in the booth. The S-level alpha was wearing a light brown knit sweater today. He had an outstanding temperament and a gentle, bright smile. Many omegas were looking in his direction.
"Brother Yan is here." He Fan smiled and handed him his coat. "Here you go."
Mu Yan's coat seemed to have been washed by him, and it smelled of laundry detergent pods.
In the dim light, He Fan and a few friends sat around a round table in the corner. On the table were a few glasses of different colored liquor, a few soda crackers, and a few dice.
They were playing a blindfolded guessing game, and now it was He Fan's turn.
"Brother Xiaoyan, could you help me put on the blindfold?" He Fan asked Mu Yan in a slightly embarrassed voice, holding the silk blindfold. "If you have something to do and are in a hurry to leave, then it's okay."
Mu Yan knew that he had always had a slight case of mysophobia and didn't like people he wasn't familiar with touching him. However, he was usually too embarrassed to offend others, so he would often choose to compromise himself.
“Okay,” Mu Yan took the silk eye mask from his hand without much hesitation. “I’ll help you.”
He Fan sat on the outermost side of the booth, and Mu Yan stood beside him, patiently adjusting the tightness of his blindfold.
Mu Yan accidentally brushed his fingertips against He Fan's earlobe. Before He Fan could react, Mu Yan paused.
Mu Yan quickly realized that he had overreacted. He always tended to overreact to seemingly normal physical contact. He pretended to be calm and continued to help He Fan put on the blindfold as usual.
Just then, a waiter carrying a new tray of wine accidentally brushed past him, the tray gently bumping into Mu Yan's waist.
Mu Yan stumbled and lost his balance, falling straight into He Fan's arms.
Without warning, He Fan raised his hand and caught him, lowering his head slightly, his breath brushing against Mu Yan's ear.
Mu Yan could almost feel his heart pounding against his chest.
"Brother, are you alright?" He Fan almost instantly took off his blindfold and anxiously pulled Mu Yan up by his arm.
It seemed like a lot of people were watching them. Mu Yan's face burned, and he quickly climbed off him.
He Fan's friends asked him if he was hurt, and the waiter apologized repeatedly.
"Where did you bump into?" He Fan looked at the waiter's seat and instinctively placed his hand over Mu Yan's waist through his clothes. "Here? Does it hurt?"
He didn't touch her, but Mu Yan still dodged. Seeing He Fan's concerned look, he quickly shook his head to show that he was fine, then helped He Fan put his blindfold back on and let them continue playing.
He Fan stood up, seemingly wanting to remove his blindfold to see him off.
"Alright, just have fun with your friends," Mu Yan comforted him like a child. "I was just lightly bumped and lost my balance. I didn't really fall. You caught me. What's there to give me? If you take off your blindfold again, I can't put it back on for you."
He Fan then gave up.
Mu Yan wasn't as calm as he had been when he was talking to He Fan. He practically fled the bar the last few steps.
My face and ears are still burning hot.
At this time of year, the wind is still a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings. Standing at the entrance of the bar, Mu Yan's face gradually cooled down as the wind blew.
It's a bit hard to hail a ride-hailing car. It's just past nine o'clock now, and several companies around here offer ride subsidies for people who get off work after nine, so a lot of people are trying to hail a ride at the same time.
While waiting for someone to take his order, Mu Yan went to a convenience store and bought a hot bowl of oden.
He really likes the oden from this convenience store, especially when it's cold; not only can he eat it, but he can also use it to warm his hands.
He Fan then sent another message: "Brother, you're not angry, are you? I didn't mean to just now."
Mu Yan found it somewhat amusing. Of course, he knew that He Fan hadn't done it on purpose. He Fan was blindfolded, so how could he have known that the waiter would accidentally bump into him?
He was holding oden in one hand and typing on his phone with the other, so he was typing a bit slowly.
"Did you get hurt in the accident, bro? I'll order some medicine to help with blood circulation and remove blood stasis for you."
He Fan sent another crying cat emoji. When Mu Yan saw it, he was reminded of He Fan's slightly aggrieved look on the other end of the phone. He and Shen Jiayu were indeed the same age, both liking these cat and dog emojis.
Mu Yan had actually saved them on his phone, but he rarely sent them to anyone other than Mu Juanhua during chats. After all, he was a beta, not a girl or an omega, and he wasn't young anymore. Sending such emojis would be like acting coquettishly, which was somewhat inappropriate.
However, He Fan is good-looking, and when she acts coquettishly, she is actually quite cute.
"It won't hurt, no need to buy medicine. I won't be angry, I'm not an omega, what's wrong with you touching me? We're so familiar with each other, I won't overthink it."
He Fan quickly sent over a "Yay!" hamster emoji.
The meatballs were soft and warm, comforting the stomach and soothing the heart. Around that time, a ride-hailing driver accepted the order.
Mu Yan quickly finished his oden, returned to the convenience store, threw the plastic cup into the trash can, and then got into the ride-hailing car, giving the driver the last four digits of his phone number.
The car wasn't a typical ride-hailing vehicle, which Mu Yan noticed. However, it was peak time for ride-hailing, and the platform would raise the price significantly. Since there were subsidies, commuters would continue to take rides. Many car owners living nearby were indeed out earning extra money after dinner. Plus, the license plate matched, so he didn't think much of it.
The car air freshener smells nice, with lemon scent, and the driver is playing soothing music.
Last week, Sister Zhou gave Mu Yan a 25% raise and promised him a promotion next year, saying she would give him her current position. However, perhaps because of this, Sister Zhou made Mu Yan work even more overtime last week.
It's not really about making empty promises. Sister Zhou isn't the kind of leader who likes to make false promises to her employees. What she says is pretty much a done deal.
Because of working overtime, Mu Yan hadn't had much rest this week. In addition, the music and aromatherapy in the car today seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and Mu Yan started to feel drowsy soon after getting in the car.
This road has many traffic lights and is often congested. Cars stop and start, and Mu Yan, leaning against the window, sometimes accidentally bumps his head on the glass.
In his hazy state, he seemed to smell a faint aroma of cigars.
He didn't know when it started, but it seemed like he stopped hitting his head on the glass. Mu Yan slept even more soundly; he hadn't slept this well in a long time.
The lights outside the car window rushed past, and the night, like a giant net, enveloped him tightly yet gently.
Half an hour later, Mu Yan opened his eyes.
But all he could see was darkness. Strips of silk covered his eyes, and when he tried to remove them, he found that his hands were also bound in front of him with something similar.
A profound sense of fear gripped Mu Yan, and memories of ride-hailing drivers committing murder surfaced in his mind.
It wasn't tied too tightly, and it didn't hurt at all when I wasn't struggling.
"Who are you, and why are you kidnapping me...?"
The fear of the unknown is the most deadly. Mu Yan couldn't even tell if he was still in that car, let alone where he was now.
"Do you need money? I have money. I'll take you to get it. Don't scare my family; they don't know my bank card PIN."
The car door opened, and the man lifted Mu Yan's thigh and carried him out like a child.
My legs aren't numb yet, and the journey isn't long, at most an hour.
His workplace has many traffic lights and traffic jams, and it takes at least twenty minutes to get there. If he doesn't change cars along the way, it's absolutely impossible for that BYD to leave City A.
The man was very strong, and his grip on him was very steady. He must be an alpha, at least A-level. He wouldn't stand a chance against the enemy on his own.
He lives alone, and today is Friday, two consecutive weekends. His company staff couldn't contact him and called the police. It will take at least two more days.
"I'll tell you the password. The passbook is in the third drawer of my bedroom, and the bank card is there too..."
No matter what he said, the man never replied.
"Who are you...? Whoever you are, please... don't..."
Mu Yan finally couldn't hold back his tears. He was only in his twenties. Even if he had seen many debt collectors, kidnapping was a first for him. How could he not be afraid?
"Please..."
He cried so hard his whole body was shaking, and then the man finally led him to his destination.
Mu Yan was put down, his back pressed against the soft mattress.
Tears had long since soaked the blindfold, and tears of fear kept flowing down.
Why would he bring me here? If it was just kidnapping for money, he could have just locked me up in a warehouse.
The thing Mu Yan feared most still happened.
He recalled those news stories about rape followed by murder, and his whole body trembled even more violently.
Why him? Why him of all people?
His life had just started to get a little better...
Afraid of angering the other party, Mu Yan didn't even dare to curse, she just kept crying.
"I didn't see you... and I won't call the police..."
"No, don't kill me..."
Overwhelmed by fear, his breathing became rapid and erratic. The next second, something warm gently brushed against the corner of his eye.
Right where the tears had fallen, the person gently wiped them away.
It looks like fingers, but it also looks like... lips.
Mu Yan couldn't help but shrink back.
The man didn't speak, he just took his hand.
The hand was large and hot, slightly sweaty, and the fingertips slowly, with a chilling patience, gently lifted Mu Yan's hand—
Then my fingers touched a warm and soft spot.
It took Mu Yan a few seconds to realize that it was a man's earlobe.
The man lowered his head slightly, rubbing his earlobe with Mu Yan's fingertips, a look that was both sickly and persistent.
How could someone have such a strange fetish...?
Mu Yan froze, terrified, as she realized that people with these psychological abnormalities and unusual fetishes were more likely to have antisocial tendencies, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
He tried to pull his hand away, but he couldn't budge it at all; instead, the man gripped it even tighter.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his wrist being pressed against the headboard, a light but irresistible movement.
Another almost imperceptible touch—
This time, it fell intermittently along his arm, touching and separating almost immediately, causing him to tremble involuntarily.
Then comes the waist.
The man leaned down and touched his waist very lightly through the rough fabric of the sweater.
The warm, soft touch against the thin fabric made Mu Yan feel his entire face pressed against it, even though the movement was very gentle.
Mu Yan froze, a mixture of fear and shame welling up inside him.
He then finally realized that the place a man used to touch him was always his lips.
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