TLSOTMTKOGAYWHTDI Chapter 16
by VolareZhuo Huaimo tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the red light, his tone casual.
“Your place is a right turn at the next intersection, right?”
“Going to your place!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the tires screeched harshly. Zhuo Huaimo was so startled he almost crashed into a truck changing lanes, and the car’s system immediately issued a warning.
System Meow shivered, jolting awake as if from the brink of death, and screamed,
“What the hell is happening? I just took a nap, and we’re already this far? We’re already discussing going to your place or my place?”
Zhuo Huaimo forcefully suppressed his pounding heart, only to hear Qi Yanwang turn to look at him and calmly ask,
“Are you up to it?”
System Meow excitedly bristled, “Meow—Little Zhuo, he’s asking if you’re up to it! Go, let him see what Zhuo Ermo is capable of! Single for over twenty years, my Little Zhuo is finally going to get some meat. My child is about to lose his virginity! Why do I feel like crying so much right now? Is this what it feels like for an old father to watch his child grow up? Oh my god, so touching!”
Zhuo Huaimo’s scalp tingled from System Meow’s incessant chatter in his mind, leaving him no time to think. He straightened his back, filled with righteous indignation.
“Yes, I am! How can a man say he isn’t!”
Qi Yanwang frowned slightly, looking at him with some concern.
“If you’re not up to it, I’ll drive!”
System Meow instantly went silent. “What the hell? He’s asking if you’re up to driving?”
Zhuo Huaimo coughed awkwardly a couple of times, forcing a smile.
“Yes, yes, I am – very – much – up – to – it!”
To avoid misinterpreting again, Zhuo Huaimo tentatively probed,
“Why… why are you coming home with me? You have filming tomorrow!”
Qi Yanwang didn’t answer, but suddenly reached out, his slender hand gently caressing Zhuo Huaimo’s neck.
“Hiss—”
Zhuo Huaimo instinctively gasped, instantly feeling a burning, stinging pain in his neck.
“I’ll help you take care of the wound when we get back!”
“It’s nothing, just a minor injury. I’ll just take you home!” Zhuo Huaimo smiled.
“Didn’t you say we’re brothers? Do brothers have to be so polite? Besides, you were injured because of me.” Qi Yanwang looked earnest, with a hint of guilt.
Zhuo Huaimo didn’t refuse any longer. He signaled, exited the road, and drove toward his villa.
“Click—”
Accompanied by the light sound of fingerprint unlocking, the door opened slightly the moment it recognized his print. The sensor lights in the entryway instantly lit up.
On the wall to the right, neatly arranged, was Zhuo Huaimo’s empire—various trophies and medals.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll go find the first-aid kit.”
Zhuo Huaimo changed into black leather slippers and walked straight into the inner room.
Qi Yanwang walked to the “Wall of Honor,” his gaze immediately landing on a rhomboid crystal trophy on the bottom shelf—”Most Promising Artist of the Year.”
He reached out and picked it up, his fingertip tracing the gold-plated inscription.
This should have been his trophy.
Five minutes later, Zhuo Huaimo came out with the first-aid kit in hand, his gaze halting on the trophy in Qi Yanwang’s hand.
“Sorry, I was just looking!”
Qi Yanwang’s expression was calm as he placed the trophy back in its place.
Zhuo Huaimo looked blank. “Um… do you know the difference between alcohol, iodine, and red medicine?”
Qi Yanwang chuckled, pinched the bridge of his nose, walked over, took the first-aid kit from his hand, and went to the sofa.
“Sit over here!” He tilted his chin at Zhuo Huaimo.
Qi Yanwang stood between Zhuo Huaimo’s legs, lightly dabbing the bleeding wound with a cotton swab.
Zhuo Huaimo’s inner thigh was pressed against him, and he immediately felt a burst of numbness spread from his heart to his whole body. His primal instincts were stirring.
He unconsciously shifted his body down, closer, closer…
“Don’t move.” Qi Yanwang pressed his shoulder, his expression focused.
“He really is quite handsome from this angle, no wonder you want to be a terrible ruler!”
“Host, his eyelashes are moving!”
System Meow was frantically shipping them on the side. Zhuo Huaimo really didn’t understand why this fat cat was still watching over him even when he was on vacation. Could it be that… in the future, when he and Qi Yanwang “did that,” it would also be watching from the sidelines?
Wait, what was he thinking? How did he suddenly imagine the scene of the two of them “doing that”?
“Host’s heart rate is 128! Body temperature is up 2.3°C! Do you need to activate cooling mode?”
Zhuo Huaimo’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and the cotton swab directly poked the wound, causing him to cry out in pain.
“Hiss—”
“I told you not to move. Does it hurt now?”
Qi Yanwang pinched his chin and turned him toward the light, his breath sweeping over the bleeding wound.
The coolness of the iodine mixed with the faint… soap fragrance from the other man’s cuffs?
Zhuo Huaimo suddenly felt his throat tighten.
Damn it, he was actually seduced by a bar of soap!
“Zhuo Ermo” was stirring!
Zhuo Huaimo quickly distracted himself. “You really have no ambition!”
“Hmm?”
Qi Yanwang was taken aback by this inexplicable complaint.
Zhuo Huaimo continued, forcing himself, “When looking at trophies, you don’t even know to pick a big one. I have so many with high gold content, but you have to pick a worthless one. Looks like you really need to work on your taste!”
Qi Yanwang gave a wry smile. “Perhaps what you least care about is what others have fought hard for but couldn’t keep!”
“Huh?”
This time, it was Zhuo Huaimo who was confused.
“Never mind!”
Qi Yanwang seemed too lazy to explain clearly. He flipped through the box on the table and picked out a few bandages.
They were all very cute cartoons: Hello Kitty, SpongeBob, Xiong Da and Xiong Er.
“This…”
He raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhuo Huaimo, and asked incredulously,
“You bought these?”
“Yeah!”
Zhuo Huaimo looked calm. “They’re so cute. I didn’t plan on using them anyway!”
Qi Yanwang casually grabbed a pink Miffy sticker, intending to stick it on Zhuo Huaimo’s wound.
“What are you doing?”
Zhuo Huaimo desperately shrank back, his face filled with rejection.
“These are the only ones. Come here!”
Qi Yanwang effortlessly grabbed him with one hand, directly pinning him to the sofa, then decisively straddled him, forcefully applying the bandage while muttering,
“You bought them yourself, what are you complaining about?”
…
Outside the window, a blinding flash of lightning ripped through the sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap.
Zhuo Huaimo got up and walked to the window. “It’s going to rain!”
“Then I’ll go back first!”
“It’s about to pour, and this place is so remote. How are you going to get back?”
Zhuo Huaimo casually suggested,
“Stay here tonight!”
“This…” Qi Yanwang was clearly hesitant.
Zhuo Huaimo crossed his arms and leaned against the window, his expression calm.
“Don’t worry, you can sleep in the guest room. I’ll take you to the film set tomorrow. It’s on the way.”
Outside the window, the wind gradually picked up, and the dark clouds pressed lower and lower, as if a downpour could erupt at any moment.
Qi Yanwang nodded in agreement.
That night, Zhuo Huaimo tossed and turned on the second floor, unable to fall asleep.
“Tch, you really have no ambition! Will you even be able to sleep tonight?” System Meow ruthlessly mocked.
Zhuo Huaimo half his body hanging off the bed, gazing at the ceiling, his face flushed, muttering to himself,
“I’m on top… he’s below… directly below…”