Is This The Right Way To Repay A Favor? Chapter 54
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The scorching heat was like a branding iron, instantly searing Jiang Zhou’s skin.
Hot, wine-laced, heavy breaths sprayed against Jiang Zhou’s neck.
Jiang Zhou’s body stiffened abruptly, the surging desire that had been briefly interrupted by the phone call now screaming in his blood.
“Dizzy…” A muffled voice, carrying a burning heat, spilled into the hollow of Jiang Zhou’s neck.
The other man leaned most of his weight onto Jiang Zhou, his forehead resting against Jiang Zhou’s shoulder. The scalding body temperature continuously transmitted through the thin fabric of their clothes.
His breath seemed to carry sparks, and every time it brushed past, it felt like setting fire to Jiang Zhou’s sensitive skin.
Jiang Zhou’s breathing was completely thrown into disarray.
The sensitive skin on his neck was repeatedly scorched by that hot breath, leaving Jiang Zhou so burned he was close to losing his mind.
A thick wave of heat uncontrollably rushed to his cheeks and earlobes, and a greedy longing grew wildly in his heart.
“Can you still walk?” Jiang Zhou forcefully used his rationality to briefly suppress the stirring desire.
“You help me—” The voice was hazy, carrying a hint of a spoiled plea.
It seemed he was truly quite drunk.
Jiang Zhou wrapped Shen Zhiyu’s arm around his own shoulder. “Alright, I’ll help you—”
Shen Zhiyu, drunk, was not reserved at all. Hearing this, he immediately leaned all his weight onto Jiang Zhou without any reservations.
Jiang Zhou stumbled, nearly failing to keep his grip.
Shen Zhiyu was several centimeters taller than Jiang Zhou and more robustly built. His drunken body felt heavier than usual.
Jiang Zhou was sweating profusely from the effort after only a few steps.
The drunk ‘master’ didn’t even lift an eyelid, his voice thick with alcohol and fatigue. “Are we there?”
After speaking, he looked ready to collapse and fall asleep.
Jiang Zhou’s steps were unsteady, but his right arm firmly circled the man’s slightly slipping body. “Not yet. Hold on a little longer.”
A waiter from the restaurant saw the situation and started to approach to help.
“No need.” Jiang Zhou refused almost instantly, his voice carrying an urgency and possessiveness he didn’t even realize.
Shen Zhiyu’s head was buried in Jiang Zhou’s neck. Hearing the refusal, he let out a soft chuckle.
Jiang Zhou took a deep breath, using all his strength to adjust his posture, practically half-dragging, half-cradling Shen Zhiyu toward the exit.
The driver was already waiting at the door. Seeing Jiang Zhou emerge, he immediately opened the car door.
Jiang Zhou settled Shen Zhiyu into the car, then got in from the other side.
As soon as he was inside, Shen Zhiyu clung to him. A scalding palm wrapped around Jiang Zhou’s waist through the fabric, rubbing him intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Zhou had gritted his teeth dragging Shen Zhiyu out of the private room, and now he was utterly exhausted.
He was breathing heavily, unable to spare any attention, or even care, about Shen Zhiyu’s mischievous hand.
His arm, which Shen Zhiyu had been leaning on, was numb, and his nerves were throbbing. He reached out to massage his arm while regulating his breathing.
It started raining outside. Raindrops hit the window, drawing streaks of mist.
Soft music played in the car, which steadily drove through the heavy curtain of rain.
Jiang Zhou’s physical stamina was generally poor, and he hadn’t eaten properly these past few days. Now, he was so tired he didn’t want to move and just wanted to collapse and sleep.
But the person beside him wouldn’t allow it.
Shen Zhiyu clamped his arms around Jiang Zhou’s waist, his face pressed against Jiang Zhou’s neck, letting out comfortable, muffled hums in his throat.
His head was so heavy it felt like it would break Jiang Zhou’s neck. Jiang Zhou reached out and tried to push his head away.
He couldn’t move it.
Jiang Zhou sighed helplessly, his body tormented in the gap between scorching desire and heavy burden.
Finally, the car reached the underground parking lot of Hejia Peninsula.
Jiang Zhou pried Shen Zhiyu’s hands open, got out of the car, and walked around to Shen Zhiyu’s side to assist him.
The driver also got out and asked, “Mr. Jiang, do you need help?”
“No, you can go back.”
Shen Zhiyu was pulled out of the car, his entire weight pressing against Jiang Zhou. The continuous weight and heat made Jiang Zhou stumble.
Jiang Zhou dragged him into the elevator, and then out of the elevator.
When choosing where to go, Jiang Zhou hesitated for a second, but ultimately headed toward Shen Zhiyu’s residence.
The door lock was smart. Jiang Zhou grabbed Shen Zhiyu’s finger to press the fingerprint scanner, then pushed the door open.
Shen Zhiyu’s home had the same layout as Jiang Zhou’s. Jiang Zhou dragged him all the way to the master bedroom.
Jiang Zhou paused by the bed to catch his breath, then turned back to close the door.
The person on the bed thought he was leaving and tried to get up to follow, falling off the bed with a loud thud.
The bedroom was floored with wood, and Shen Zhiyu’s fall made a heavy, muffled sound.
Jiang Zhou was terrified by the loud noise, his soul nearly leaving his body. He rushed back to help him up.
“Did you fall? Did you hit anything?”
Shen Zhiyu’s eyes were cloudy and unfocused. He pointed sluggishly to his knee. “There, hurts.”
Jiang Zhou carefully helped Shen Zhiyu up and gently settled him back onto the bed.
He looked at the spot Shen Zhiyu pointed to, hesitated for a second, and then reached out to roll up the pant leg.
Shen Zhiyu was wearing jeans tonight. The pant leg rolled up to his calf, but couldn’t go any further.
Jiang Zhou’s gaze moved upward.
Shen Zhiyu’s shirt had originally been tucked into his jeans, but the struggle on the way had been messy, and the shirt had somehow slipped up to his waist. The black button of his trousers silently tempted Jiang Zhou.
To take them off, or not to take them off.
Jiang Zhou faced this dilemma.
If he didn’t take them off, he couldn’t confirm Shen Zhiyu’s injury. Shen Zhiyu had fallen hard just now, and his knee was likely bruised.
If he did take them off, Jiang Zhou seriously doubted whether his self-control would instantly collapse.
Before Jiang Zhou could decide, a sound of “hiss” was heard. The button was undone, and the zipper slid down.
The nerves in Jiang Zhou’s mind tightened. He immediately walked out. “I’m going to close the door.”
Jiang Zhou closed the main door and spent a long time mentally preparing himself before returning to Shen Zhiyu’s bedroom.
The trousers were casually tossed on the floor, with a white shirt draped over them.
Jiang Zhou’s hair stood on end. “Why did you take off your shirt?”
Shen Zhiyu lay straight on the bed, seemingly murmuring unconsciously, “Hot—”
Jiang Zhou didn’t dare look directly at the person on the bed. He lowered his eyes, vaguely seeing a shadow.
Jiang Zhou pulled the quilt beside Shen Zhiyu and covered him completely.
Shen Zhiyu whimpered under the quilt, struggling to kick it off.
Jiang Zhou took a deep breath, pressing the quilt down over Shen Zhiyu’s head with one hand, and lifting the bottom corner of the quilt with the other.
He saw a patch of bruising on Shen Zhiyu’s left knee, a significant injury.
“Do you have any medicinal wine at home? I’ll apply some for you.” Jiang Zhou tried to make his voice sound calm, but the trembling at the end of his words betrayed his pretense.
“On the coffee table.” Shen Zhiyu’s voice was muffled by the quilt, low, hoarse, and seductive.
Jiang Zhou’s throat constricted. He used every ounce of rationality to stumble out of the bedroom.
Shen Zhiyu pulled down the quilt, watching the swaying figure disappear at the door, and a smile curved on his lips.
It seemed Wang Lei was right.
Seduction was a good move.
As long as he could get Jiang Zhou, he didn’t care where Jiang Zhou’s heart lay.
Footsteps returned from the doorway. Shen Zhiyu immediately pulled the quilt back up, covering his face.
Jiang Zhou came in with a bottle of liniment and haphazardly applied it to Shen Zhiyu.
He refused to look, listen, or ask anything, determined to leave as soon as he finished applying the medicine.
As the cotton swab descended again, a scalding hand suddenly covered Jiang Zhou’s wrist, which held the medicine bottle.
Jiang Zhou was startled. His hand shook, and the medicine bottle crashed onto the floor with a clear sound.
Shen Zhiyu had uncovered himself at some point. He kept his eyes closed, as if it were an unconscious movement due to drunkenness.
The scent of the liniment filled the bedroom. It seemed to contain alcohol too, intoxicating the air.
The cotton swab on his fingertip paused in mid-air. Jiang Zhou’s gaze was glued to the completely exposed figure.
Shen Zhiyu had a great physique—broad shoulders, narrow waist. His body showed signs of exercise, not exaggerated, but beautifully strong lines.
Jiang Zhou unconsciously swallowed, his pores opening completely in an instant.
“Don’t go—” Shen Zhiyu mumbled incoherently, his voice hoarse and low, laced with pleading. He still kept his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed, as if encountering distress in a dream.
“I…” Jiang Zhou cleared his throat, his voice raspy, unable to utter a single coherent sentence.
He forced himself not to look, but his vision uncontrollably stuck to Shen Zhiyu’s body.
The person seemingly caught in a nightmare received no comfort. Shen Zhiyu tightened his grip on Jiang Zhou’s hand, pulling him down entirely.
Jiang Zhou fell onto Shen Zhiyu without warning. The scalding touch and warm breath assailed him simultaneously.
The close proximity of their breaths and the tight embrace gradually dissolved Jiang Zhou’s already fragile rationality.
Jiang Zhou saw Shen Zhiyu’s flushed cheeks from the alcohol, his slightly parted lips, and an uncontrollable urge surged forth.
The cotton swab on his fingertip had dropped sometime, and he didn’t know where it had fallen. His fingertip uncontrollably brushed away the damp strands of hair on Shen Zhiyu’s forehead.
This active approach seemed to ignite some kind of fuse.
It was impossible to tell who started it.
The kiss carried a strong scent of alcohol, urgent and chaotic, almost greedy. Cool lips touched the air, then were covered by hotter lips, biting with a gnawing force, leaving wet, hot marks.
The two seemed to fall into a flame ignited by the scent of wine. Rationality was blurred by the intense aroma and scalding touch. Every contact carried an undeniable dominance.
The constant throbbing sensation in his body made Jiang Zhou tremble slightly. He wanted to escape this suffocating heat, yet he was repeatedly locked in place by heavy breathing and brute force.
Shen Zhiyu briefly propped himself up, his eyes greedily taking in Jiang Zhou’s expression.
Jiang Zhou’s lips were slightly parted, his brows sometimes tightly furrowed, sometimes relaxed. His breathing was rapid and messy due to the trembling, and his thick eyelashes fluttered slightly.
So pitiful.
A primal sense of possessiveness achieved absolute satisfaction.
Shen Zhiyu couldn’t help but kiss his eyes, more irresistibly than before.
The rain outside grew heavier. Large raindrops hammered against the window, converging into winding streaks of water.
Fine threads of rain drifted in through the open window, carrying warm wind and damp air, wetting the clothes rack near the window.
However, no one inside noticed. All sounds were swallowed by the pouring rain outside.
The night deepened.