Warning : Adult scene (R18)

Wen Muyan seemed wary of being recognized. He snatched Xiao Han’s sunglasses, slipped them on, and then chose a deserted path, dragging Xiao Han along with him.

“Why are you sneaking around like this? Did you do something shady behind my back?” Xiao Han asked warily, his expression still impassive.

“You’re the one sneaking around, okay? Who was the one crouching outside just now, spying through the bushes?” Wen Muyan shot back. He added with a sigh, “Every time I go out, there are always annoying paparazzi following me. How could I not keep a low profile?”

“Huh?” Xiao Han exaggerated the sound, ready to press for more details—but his phone suddenly rang out loudly:
‘When I think of you, you’re in my head~’

“Ah, Mr. Xiao is really devoted to Zhuo Fan. Even your ringtone is one of his songs,” Wen Muyan sneered, brushing against Xiao Han’s hands in feigned casualness. Crossing his arms, he narrowed his eyes, sarcasm gleaming in them.

Xiao Han glanced at the screen. It was Xian Fu. He had ignored the earlier call due to his meeting with Zhuo Fan and Liang Chenli, but if Xian Fu was calling again, it must be important. Ignoring the obvious jealousy in Wen Muyan’s voice, he rubbed his hands together with disdain and replied contemptuously, “Eat a little more salt, and drink a little less vinegar, you stupid human.”

Wen Muyan pursed his lips in annoyance, but since Xiao Han answered the call, he just shot him an icy glare.

“Hello? It’s me. Xian Fu, what’s wrong?” Xiao Han asked, his tone shifting into something more serious as he looked away from Wen Muyan.

“President Xiao, we’ve found information about the Wen Muyan you asked me to investigate,” Xian Fu’s respectful voice reported on the other end of the line.

“Oh? Already? Tell me,” Xiao Han replied, amusement creeping into his voice. He deliberately raised the volume and, to his great satisfaction, caught sight of Wen Muyan’s face darkening, a trace of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

“Here are the details: He is a famous movie star in Thailand. He was born in China and returned to his homeland to break into this market…” Xian Fu began, his tone as professional as always.

Xiao Han didn’t bother listening to the rest. After a couple of seconds, he suddenly burst into laughter.

“Hahahahahahaha…!”

Ignoring Wen Muyan’s increasingly grim expression, he hung up the call and looked down at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Mr. Movie Star, was Thailand fun?”

“…Be careful not to die laughing!” Wen Muyan snapped, struggling to suppress the anger bubbling inside him. His tone turned bitter. “You think I chose this? How could I have known that this damn script would give me such a ridiculous identity!”

“Oh, but it’s not so bad, right? It allowed you to become an actor. Like a fish in water, right?” Xiao Han teased, still laughing.

Seeing that no one was around, Xiao Han reached out and opened Wen Muyan’s coat. Through the shirt, he slowly caressed his slender waist. With a deliberately ambiguous gesture, he rubbed his knee against the sensitive spot underneath.

Leaning in close to Wen Muyan, whose body had suddenly tensed, he murmured in a sensual, teasing voice, “Yo, Little Comrade Wen is still here.”

“Xiao Han, are you looking to die?!” Wen Muyan hissed, narrowing his eyes, a sneer playing on his lips. “Do you really think I’ll let Little Classmate Wen tear your hole open to the point where you’re crying out to your parents in pain?”

Wen Muyan wrapped his arms around Xiao Han tightly, then slid his hands down to grab his buttocks—roughly.

“I always said you think too much. After eating spinach, you think you’re Popeye? Even if you turned into Ultraman, you’d still have to stay obediently under me!”

Xiao Han didn’t take the threat seriously. Without hesitation, he pinned Wen Muyan against the wall, unbuttoned his shirt from his pants, and boldly touched his smooth skin and firm abs.

With just a few caresses, the fire was lit.

Wen Muyan grabbed the back of Xiao Han’s head and kissed him passionately, deeply. The fabric between them felt unbearable—an obstacle he was desperate to tear away, to completely free this person and mark him with his vital fluids.

Xiao Han’s hands weren’t idle either. One by one, he undid the buttons on Wen Muyan’s shirt, pressing his thumb against the protrusions on his chest and gently scratching them with his fingernail. In no time, their breaths turned heavy.

“Hey, don’t tell me you want to do it here…” Wen Muyan gasped, still holding on to a sliver of rationality despite the dizzying heat of their kisses. He weakly pushed Xiao Han away.

“That’s a pretty good idea,” Xiao Han replied with a smirk. “I never would have guessed that a trip to Thailand would make you even more filthy. So you want to have sex in broad daylight?”

Intentionally twisting Wen Muyan’s words, Xiao Han lowered his head and sucked hard at the skin on his neck, deliberately leaving a vivid red mark.

“Fuck, your shamelessness has leveled up again!” Wen Muyan growled, struggling. Unfortunately for him, Xiao Han had already taken hold of his most vulnerable area, firmly pinning him in place. Wen Muyan froze—then slumped in reluctant surrender.

Xiao Han chuckled darkly. “Scream. Go on, scream louder. No one’s coming to save you.” His mood was lifting by the second, fully enjoying the thrill of dominating Wen Muyan. With the demeanor of a schoolyard bully tormenting a helpless girl, he began tugging further at his clothes. The place was secluded enough; there was little chance of being disturbed. Not that he truly intended to go all the way—but he definitely planned to make the most of the opportunity.

Wen Muyan rolled his eyes and let out a half-hearted, “Help…”

“What are you doing?!”

A voice, loud as thunder, suddenly rang out—startling both of them. In perfect sync, they turned their heads to see a young man in slippers standing before them, his face ablaze with righteous fury.

Pointing directly at Xiao Han, the intruder barked indignantly, “Let him go right now, you beast!”

…Just how unlucky could they be?

Xiao Han’s expression darkened immediately. Nothing annoyed him more than having his fun interrupted.

Wen Muyan, however, was quicker on the draw. Wrapping his arms lazily around Xiao Han’s neck, he looked straight at the newcomer and said calmly, “I like these kinds of games with my man. Curious, aren’t you? Don’t you know interrupting people in the middle of lovemaking might earn you a case of hemorrhoids?”

Still holding him close, Xiao Han flashed the now-stunned boy a wicked grin. “Or… are you looking to join us for a threesome?”

“...Mom, help! There are perverts here!” the young man shrieked in horror. Then, turning tail, he bolted—faster than a rabbit on fire. In seconds, he had vanished from sight.

With the interruption, the heat of the moment was gone. Their expressions darkened with shared frustration. Xiao Han’s stomach gave a disgruntled growl, and he decided there was only one cure left: eating.

After stuffing themselves with food, they went home and fought for three hundred rounds.

The night fell deep and silent. A soft, dim light filtered through the half-open bedroom door. On the living room floor, coats and ties lay strewn in careless abandon.

*

Broken moans and gasps echoed intermittently through the room. In the master bedroom, the blanket had long since been cast aside. Two naked men clung to each other tightly. Wen Muyan lay beneath, his eyes closed, his forehead slick with sweat, and his sharp eyebrows slightly furrowed.

His chest rose and fell rapidly, constantly brushing against Xiao Han's body. Yet, Xiao Han seemed to take a wicked delight in teasing his collarbones, refusing to venture lower. Helpless, Wen Muyan could only take matters into his own hands. He seized Xiao Han's hand and guided it to his left nipple, compelling him to pinch and tug gently.

“Oh, do you feel itchy here?” Xiao Han teased the sensitive spot a few times before grabbing Wen Muyan’s wrist with mock severity, pinning him down while laughing playfully. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?”

Wen Muyan had no choice but to open his eyes and lift his chin. Resigned, he murmured, “I want you to lick me. Satisfied?”

“You’re really obedient…” Xiao Han gently took a nipple between his lips, sucking delicately. Immediately, he felt Wen Muyan’s body tense and vibrate with heightened passion. He had long known this spot was particularly sensitive for Wen Muyan and couldn’t resist teasing it intentionally.

“…Mm…” Wen Muyan, too absorbed in pleasure, had no energy to argue. He dug his fingers into Xiao Han’s hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined with burning intensity, and Wen Muyan felt no need to speak, only wanting to suck Xiao Han into his mouth.

The tip of Xiao Han's tongue explored every corner of Wen Muyan's mouth, while his hands caressed every inch of his body. It was only when his lips were kissed to the point of soreness that Xiao Han slowly moved down to his neck.

“Hah…” Wen Muyan hugged Xiao Han’s head, panting. Unable to contain himself, he spread his legs and pressed himself closer to Xiao Han. “Xiao Han… Do it… Kiss me again…”

“Can’t you wait any longer?”

Xiao Han laughed softly. Following the curve of Wen Muyan’s waist, his hands slid down to his back. Lightly brushing the sensitive area, he felt Wen Muyan’s body twitch under his touch.

“Mn… I can’t hold it anymore.” Wen Muyan raised his head to nuzzle Xiao Han’s cheek, his lips desperately seeking a kiss. He had always been straightforward and unrestrained in bed, longing for the most intense collision and possession. The previous time, under the constraints of the script, it hadn’t been fully satisfying to him.

Seeing his gaze filled with desire, Xiao Han immediately understood his thoughts. Quickly preparing him, he turned Wen Muyan over. After kneading his buttocks a few times, he slowly spread them apart.

“Hey, stop playing—ah—ah!” As Xiao Han entered him, Wen Muyan couldn’t hold back a cry. It wasn’t until Xiao Han started to stroke him that he gradually relaxed.

Xiao Han panted heavily, nibbling Wen Muyan’s earlobe. “This time, you can scream as much as you want…”

As he quickened his pace, Xiao Han murmured, “Do you like it?”

Lying on the bed, Wen Muyan felt the warm object moving in and out of his body. The wet noises made his blood rush to his face, and he barely managed to shout in a hoarse voice, “Ha—louder—Ah—!”

His voice, high-pitched at first, gradually softened into soft moans. Intertwined, they rolled on the bed until late into the night, before finally falling asleep in each other's arms.

Freed from the constraints of the script, their sleep was deep and peaceful, and they slept until late in the morning.

Xiao Han only remembered having fun with Wen Muyan and forgot something very important: Zhuo Fan, who had told him the day before that he would be late for dinner with his good friends and would not be home that night, actually had a key to this house.

*

After Wen Muyan, the infamous Cannon Fodder Top No. 1, bid him farewell, Zhuo Fan immediately lost interest in both Shao Ze and Liang Chenli. Their conversations bored him to death, and after enduring a few more dull exchanges, he casually came up with an excuse and slipped away.

He figured that since Xiao Han had already seen him surrounded by a swarm of love rivals, it was better to let him stew in his own jealousy. One sleepless night filled with uncertainty and anxiety would do him good.

And so, Zhuo Fan returned to his apartment and enjoyed a peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

The next afternoon, after leisurely taking his time, he strolled over and opened the door to Xiao Han’s place.

But the moment he stepped inside, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Frozen on the threshold, his jaw dropped in sheer disbelief at the sight before him: two men tangled together on the bed in an unmistakably intimate embrace. He raised a trembling finger to point at them, his voice cracking under the weight of shock: “Wh-what… How did you two end up together?! This is too much!”

The absurdity of the scene! It was like a slapstick farce straight out of a third-rate rom-com. His lover and his good friend, together, in the same bed? What kind of twisted, fourth-wall-breaking script was this? Something was clearly, undeniably wrong.

The two men, rudely awakened from their dreams, stirred slowly with groggy expressions. Their displeasure was obvious. Xiao Han, frowning without even bothering to open his eyes, let out a disgruntled growl. His voice, low and sleep-heavy, rumbled through the room:

“Which idiot just walked in here looking to grow hemorrhoids?!”

 

Translator : DarNan