Chapter 39: Drunk Part 2

In this position, Tan Jing had him completely pinned. Wang Yizhou couldn’t even grab him to pull him up.

Wang Yizhou scratched his head in bewilderment. “I-I’ll go get someone to help!”

He bolted fast. Before He Siheng could say anything, he was out the door.

He Siheng closed his eyes in despair, left to wait for him to fetch reinforcements.

Wang Yizhou dashed back downstairs to the KTV private room without missing a beat, grabbed Song Lin—who was munching melon seeds in the corner while watching people sing—and explained the situation, urging him to come help.

“Jing Bro’s actually a one-can lightweight,” Song Lin said in hindsight surprise. “No wonder he only drank soft drinks when we ate and drank before.”

“Not the time for that! If we don’t go back, He Siheng’s gonna kill me.” Wang Yizhou was nearly frantic.

Song Lin chuckled. “If you go help now, Jing Bro will kill you.”

Wang Yizhou blinked in confusion. “Why?”

Song Lin gave the blockhead a pitying look but didn’t spell it out. He handed him some melon seeds. “No need to go. Trust He Siheng; he’ll handle it.”

“But…”

Wang Yizhou wanted to say He Siheng was totally doomed to be pushed down tonight and looked like he couldn’t shove Tan Jing off and escape, but before he could finish, Song Lin grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back onto the sofa.

Song Lin stood up and announced grandly to the room. “The birthday boy’s got something to handle and has to step out for a bit. Everyone eat and drink as you please—order more if needed. Tonight’s extension is on Jing Bro!”

The other classmates cheered. Wang Yizhou was baffled. Wasn’t the birthday boy He Siheng? How’d the bill end up on his Jing Bro?

Upstairs, meanwhile.

After Wang Yizhou left, He Siheng kept trying to pry Tan Jing off by himself, but the guy clung like an octopus, constantly nuzzling into his neck like a puppy seeking its nest.

An Omega’s Gland was hidden at the nape, that skin hypersensitive. And now a drunk Alpha was pressed right by his Gland, puffing hot alcoholic breath…

If his body didn’t react at all, he’d need to hit up a men’s clinic tomorrow.

But this reaction was a bit…

Too hard.

He Siheng didn’t dare move anymore. He closed his eyes in total despair, forcing himself to be patient and wait for Wang Yizhou’s reinforcements.

He’d given up for the moment, but the drunkard on top wasn’t settling down. Suddenly, he started calling out to him. “Xiao Heng…”

“Xiao Heng…”

One call after another. He Siheng responded the first few times, thinking Tan Jing wanted to say something. After several responses with no follow-up, he realized the drunk was either going crazy or talking in his sleep.

Let him call all he wanted; He Siheng stopped responding and wondered how long Wang Yizhou had been gone and why he wasn’t back.

“Xiao Heng.” After a quiet moment, Tan Jing called him again, like he was talking to him or maybe to himself, murmuring, “Happy birthday.”

“You still know it’s my birthday today?” He Siheng had been through enough trials tonight; his face numb, he negotiated with him. “For the sake of me being the birthday boy, can you get off me?”

He didn’t expect the drunk to hear him, but right after he spoke, the boy on top actually moved.

Tan Jing released his neck, bracing his arms on either side of He Siheng’s body and shakily pushing himself up.

He Siheng could tell his movements were labored—the first time drunk, the body doesn’t obey the brain, limbs like they’ve regressed. But he could still understand words, and He Siheng was already thrilled.

Tan Jing rose but didn’t fully get off, still hovering over him.

He Siheng wanted to take matters into his own hands and shove him away. He lifted a hand, but Tan Jing grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the bed.

“You—”

“Don’t go.”

Tan Jing looked down at him, his gaze drunkenly hazy. Because of the alcohol, the look he gave was even more unrestrained and scorching, full of an Alpha’s possessiveness.

He Siheng’s heart skipped at that stare, feeling like Tan Jing was about to lower his head and bite his neck hard.

But the fingers gripping his wrist loosened, the boy’s long fingers sliding slowly up his wrist and palm, pressing against his fingers and slipping between them, interlocking their ten fingers.

The scorching hot palm pressed against his, and He Siheng almost thought he’d be burned by his body heat.

“Let me spend your birthday with you, okay?” Tan Jing’s voice was low. Compared to his dominant actions, the tone when he said this carried a tentativeness even He Siheng could hear, like a plea.

He Siheng froze.

The boy’s nose bridge was straight, his lashes clean and distinct, fanning down like beautiful crow feathers, carrying a childish grievance.

The alcohol scent in the air was diluted by the grassy woody aroma, the erratic Pheromones leaking the Alpha’s current unease.

“Don’t ignore me.” Tan Jing slowly lowered his head, cool lips lightly brushing He Siheng’s eye, his voice hoarse. “Don’t hate me…”

His mind buzzed, and He Siheng’s brain crashed on the spot.

Bro, bro, something’s wrong with you?

Why’d he suddenly kiss him?

In a flash, a memory from He City sparked in his short-circuited brain, that night’s conversation echoing vividly.

—”Dreamed… about the person I like, who wouldn’t talk to me.”

—”You’re suddenly acting nice and caring about me when you never bothered before?”

—”You do.”

—”Happy birthday.”

Like crossed wires suddenly connecting, nerves firing along the path with crackles, leaving He Siheng dazed.

Could it be that the dream Tan Jing had that night was about celebrating his birthday? And the person he kissed in the dream was—

No, no.

That couldn’t be right. He and Tan Jing had been rivals competing since childhood. How could that be possible?

It was just a dream. What could it prove? Hadn’t he himself dreamed of doing it with Tan Jing? True, they hadn’t gone all the way in the dream, but that didn’t mean he wanted to do that with Tan Jing in reality.

He Siheng’s thoughts were a tangled mess when the guy propped above him suddenly went limp and collapsed.

He landed solidly on He Siheng, drawing a muffled grunt from him.

Hearing Tan Jing’s breathing turn long and even, He Siheng seized the chance. He carefully extracted his hand from Tan Jing’s loosened grip, then flipped him over.

Tan Jing was dead drunk and fast asleep, utterly unresponsive. He Siheng finally escaped those clutches. He crawled off the bed, clutched his waist, and let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned toward the door, but paused there. He glanced back at the man sprawled on the bed, sighed in resignation, and retraced his steps to remove Tan Jing’s jacket and shoes.

He lifted the blanket to cover him, but his gaze accidentally swept over the jade pendant peeking from Tan Jing’s chest. He Siheng paused, then tucked the blanket in properly.

This time, he didn’t rush out of the room. Instead, he picked up Tan Jing’s jacket and pulled out his phone from the pocket.

The screen lit up at his touch, revealing a plain snowscape screensaver.

The man on the bed slept defenselessly. Maybe the booze made him uncomfortable, or perhaps he’d dreamed something unpleasant—his brows were slightly furrowed.

He Siheng stood by the bed, watching him.

He watched for as long as he hesitated.

Finally, He Siheng bowed his head and tried inputting today’s date.

1229—his birthday.

The snowscape screensaver changed to a two-person photo.

The phone unlocked successfully.