Chapter 53 Part 1

Zhu Ran was pressed against the door, receiving a heart-pounding kiss. He had thought Huo Boyan would be a bit gentler after getting injured, but unexpectedly, with only one arm usable, Huo Boyan kissed even more fiercely. Zhu Ran wanted to struggle but feared touching Huo Boyan’s wound, so he gave up resisting and fully accepted it.

The long kiss ended, and Zhu Ran’s legs felt weak. He rested his forehead on Huo Boyan’s shoulder, his back against the bulletproof door as he panted for breath.

“Is this enough now?” Zhu Ran rubbed his cheek against Huo Boyan’s, speaking softly and reasonably. “Huo Boyan, let me out first.”

Zhu Ran’s intention was for Huo Boyan to let him into the living room, but Huo Boyan thought he wanted to leave with Huo Junlin. His face darkened as he pinned Zhu Ran against the door again.

Zhu Ran looked up in shock. “You…”

Huo Boyan lowered his gaze, his tone calm. “I haven’t unwrapped the gift yet.”

Zhu Ran: “…”

He had thought the matter was already over.

But Zhu Ran knew how to read the mood and didn’t want to ruin Huo Boyan’s interest. He proactively held out both hands. “Then unwrap it.”

Huo Boyan glanced at them but didn’t touch the tie. Instead, he raised Zhu Ran’s hands above his head and began unbuttoning Zhu Ran’s shirt.

Zhu Ran finally panicked. “Huo Boyan, be careful with your hand…”

Was he crazy? He was using his injured hand to grab Zhu Ran’s wrists.

Huo Boyan didn’t care at all. He only had one usable hand now, but that didn’t stop him from doing as he pleased. With one hand, he unbuttoned Zhu Ran’s shirt and rolled it up to bind his wrists.

Zhu Ran’s back was pressed against the cold bulletproof door, so he instinctively leaned forward a little, which gave Huo Boyan an opening. The man’s good hand slipped to Zhu Ran’s lower back and continued downward…

Zhu Ran shuddered all over, his tailbone instantly going numb. He lifted his head in disbelief. “Huo Boyan, what are you doing?”

Huo Boyan said nothing and started delving deeper.

Zhu Ran was going crazy, especially since Huo Boyan was holding both his hands with his injured arm—he didn’t dare struggle.

Zhu Ran grabbed Huo Boyan’s hand, pleading repeatedly. “Huo Boyan, have mercy and let me go.”

Huo Boyan, relying on his half-crippled state without fear, continued bullying Zhu Ran while biting his Adam’s apple. “You’re right. I am angry.”

Zhu Ran knew it. Huo Boyan, this big liar, had said he wanted to live together, but when he actually came, he got angry!

He was so furious he didn’t bother coaxing anymore and pulled a cold face. “If you don’t want me here, then I’ll leave, alright?”

Only then did Huo Boyan realize why Zhu Ran had brought the suitcase. He stopped his actions, looking uncharacteristically bewildered. “You brought your luggage… to move in and live with me?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Zhu Ran turned his face away coldly. “It’s me being clueless, not even able to tell your polite words from the truth, coming over to embarrass myself…”

“Shh, don’t talk about yourself like that.” Huo Boyan rested his forehead against Zhu Ran’s and rubbed gently. “I do want you here. I just didn’t know you were coming to live with me earlier. I’m very happy that you came.”

Zhu Ran wasn’t buying it and countered, “Then why are you angry?”

Huo Boyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged Zhu Ran’s body with his injured arm. He boldly played pitiful, fully aware Zhu Ran wouldn’t push him away, and continued, “I’m angry because you came with Huo Junlin.”

Zhu Ran felt wrongly accused and immediately explained, “We ran into each other by chance. I was even more embarrassed to see him than you were. If I’d known he was here, I wouldn’t have come.”

Huo Boyan immediately showed his true colors. “You care about him that much?”

Zhu Ran: “…”

“Huo Boyan, don’t be unreasonable.”

Huo Boyan didn’t speak again. Pain and sadness gradually appeared in his eyes, his facial expression more vivid than a movie star’s.

Zhu Ran could resist Huo Boyan’s aggression, but once he made that face, Zhu Ran was truly helpless—especially since Huo Boyan was injured.

Zhu Ran sighed, wanting to hug him. But with his hands still bound, he could only spread his arms around Huo Boyan’s neck, tiptoe to kiss his chin, and explain, “I don’t like him. What do I care? But he did pursue me once, even if it was a bit presumptuous. I’m just worried it might affect your brotherly relationship.”

Huo Boyan’s body relaxed a bit, seemingly convinced by the reason.

“Alright, don’t be angry anymore.” Zhu Ran rubbed noses with Huo Boyan. The glasses frame irritated him a little, but he didn’t dodge.

Huo Boyan reached out, removed the glasses, and placed them on the nearby shelf. “I’m not angry. I completely accept this explanation.”

Zhu Ran was stunned, then said, “Then take your hand out!”

“Sorry, that’s not possible.” Huo Boyan’s healthy right hand lifted Zhu Ran’s body as he leaned down. “Because I want you right now.”

Huo Boyan’s mouth and hand reached Zhu Ran’s body simultaneously, the stimulation so intense that Zhu Ran could barely stand.

He was forced to sit on Huo Boyan’s hand, still worrying about his injured arm. Zhu Ran felt like he was on a carousel, but he didn’t dare actually sit down. He clung tightly to Huo Boyan’s neck, only to be kissed even deeper.

Huo Boyan’s good hand continued its mischief, making Zhu Ran’s lower back go soft and his arms lose strength.

“Huo Boyan, no, let go first,” Zhu Ran summoned the last shred of reason and carefully reminded him. “Your hand is still injured…”

“What are you afraid of?” Huo Boyan lifted Zhu Ran’s body with one hand, steady and deep-voiced. “I can fuck you with one hand.”

Zhu Ran was truly driven mad, but he didn’t dare move recklessly. The image of Huo Boyan’s arm bleeding last night was still fresh in his mind—just imagining it filled him with guilt.

This was Huo Boyan’s cunning side: he knew Zhu Ran wouldn’t refuse, so he grew even more brazen.

Zhu Ran could only cooperate as best he could, on edge the whole time, not even daring to breathe loudly. When bullied too much, he’d bite Huo Boyan’s collarbone—it was more thrilling than the Tightrope Walk in mid-air.

He wanted Huo Boyan to finish quickly and used every embarrassing little trick in the book.

Huo Boyan’s breathing grew rapid. He bit Zhu Ran’s red, swollen, wet lips. “So eager already?”

Zhu Ran felt wrongly accused and retorted, “Isn’t it because I’m afraid you’ll…”

“Ding dong—”

Before he finished, the doorbell rang.

Zhu Ran tensed up in fright, making Huo Boyan frown as well.

“Ding dong—”

The doorbell rang again.

Huo Boyan connected the video call, and Huo Junlin’s figure appeared on the screen.

“What is it?” Huo Boyan’s voice was a bit hoarse, but his tone sounded calm.

A flash of unnaturalness crossed Huo Junlin’s face before he quickly said, “Bro, I forgot something.”

Huo Boyan: “What?”

“My phone.” Huo Junlin explained, “It might be in your study. I’ll grab it and go.”

Before Huo Boyan could agree, the sound of electronic unlocking came from behind Zhu Ran.

Zhu Ran felt his scalp go numb and grabbed the door handle tightly. “Huo Boyan, refuse him!”

Huo Boyan’s frown deepened—not in anger, but with a mix of indescribable subtle emotions.