Chapter 66 Part 1

Huo Boyan buried his cheek into Zhu Ran’s chest. The young man’s skin felt warm to the touch, with a hint of softness and the dry fragrance emanating from his skin.

Huo Boyan took a bite, and his soul let out a long sigh.

Finally, Zhu Ran belonged to him completely again.

Zhu Ran went completely numb. His back pressed against the cold steel frame of the studio, his waist slipping out from under his T-shirt hem only to be pressed toward Huo Boyan’s mouth by Huo Boyan’s hand.

Huo Boyan held him up with one hand. Zhu Ran’s waist went soft, his legs went soft, and even his brain felt like it was turning into mush.

He couldn’t stand anymore. His feet left the ground as he straddled Huo Boyan’s thigh, unable to keep his balance and forced to hug Huo Boyan’s head tightly.

It looked exactly like Zhu Ran was the one feeding himself into Huo Boyan’s mouth, even holding Huo Boyan’s head to keep him from leaving.

Huo Boyan felt his brain split into two parts. One part screamed to possess Zhu Ran right then and there, to mark him with his own imprint so everyone would know Zhu Ran belonged to him.

The other part warned him to take it slow. He didn’t just want Zhu Ran’s body and gaze—he wanted his thoughts, his heart. He wanted Zhu Ran’s soul to gaze only at him.

“Baby,” Huo Boyan mumbled around Zhu Ran’s skin, his voice muffled, “don’t make me wait too long. I don’t have as much self-control as you think…”

Zhu Ran was forced to tears by Huo Boyan, his eyes watery. His hands hugged Huo Boyan’s head, his mouth free yet unable to utter a complete sentence.

The stimulation was too intense, and Huo Boyan was ruthless. He knew Zhu Ran feared being discovered, yet he deliberately bullied him, making his whole body tense as he bit his lower lip hard.

Huo Boyan didn’t just bite—he tugged with his teeth, back and forth, turning Zhu Ran’s little red bean into a plump grape.

Zhu Ran looked down and saw it, a mix of shame and fury leaving him speechless.

Just then, voices came from not far away.

“Zhu Ran, are you still here? We’re heading back to the company. It’s hard to get a cab from here—want to come with us?”

Zhu Ran opened his mouth to say yes, but Huo Boyan bit down hard. The unspoken word twisted in his throat, and he quickly covered his mouth to stifle it.

Huo Boyan went all out. Zhu Ran bit his lip, swallowing countless broken moans.

The colleague didn’t find him and actually walked toward the corner, footsteps drawing closer.

Zhu Ran felt his scalp tingle with fear. He hurriedly pushed at Huo Boyan. “Huo Boyan, stop—someone’s coming… mmph!”

Huo Boyan released his mouth, only to switch to the other side. The left one had been neglected, and at Huo Boyan’s touch, Zhu Ran’s body instantly went soft.

He squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lower lip hard, gripped Huo Boyan’s hair tightly, and was too flustered to say another word.

The two sets of footsteps grew closer.

“I think I saw Zhu Ran head this way earlier.”

“No way, it’s so remote here. Why would he come all the way out?”

“We’re here anyway—let’s check.”

They were about to be discovered!

“Wu wu wu…!”

Zhu Ran hugged Huo Boyan’s head tightly, urging him with his body to let go.

Huo Boyan didn’t release—instead, he sucked hard. Zhu Ran’s scalp exploded with numbness, feeling like the top of his head might fly off.

No! They were going to be discovered!!

Right before the two turned the corner, Huo Boyan scooped Zhu Ran up and hid behind the black backdrop board.

The corner was empty. One of them said, “See? I told you no one’s here.”

The other replied, “He must’ve left. Let’s go too.”

The footsteps faded away, and Zhu Ran’s tense body finally relaxed bit by bit.

He released Huo Boyan’s head, his voice trembling, eyes red-rimmed. “Huo Boyan, that was too much! What if we’d been caught?”

Huo Boyan finally had his fill. He lifted his head from Zhu Ran’s chest, his expression calm with satisfaction. “We’d just say we’re together.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Zhu Ran shoved the annoying head away and looked down to straighten his shirt, which had bunched up to his chest.

He wore a vintage-style dark gray long-sleeved T-shirt, loose-fitting, making his frame look especially slender. Paired with his cold expression, it was cool and artistic.

But now both sides were swollen. The thin T-shirt showed two weird bulges that no amount of adjusting could hide—lewd as hell.

Huo Boyan touched one. “What about this?”

“You’ve got some nerve saying that?” Zhu Ran’s body trembled at the touch. He glared furiously. “I told you not to leave marks, but you didn’t listen. Now it looks so… so…”

His face flushed with shame; he couldn’t say the word. Finally, he broke down. “Huo Boyan, you made it so obvious—what am I supposed to do?!”

Huo Boyan stared for a moment, then lifted Zhu Ran’s shirt again and buried his head back down.

Zhu Ran lost it. “Huo Boyan, what are you doing?”

Huo Boyan was shameless. “Reducing the swelling.”

Zhu Ran bristled. “As if!”

Of course it was impossible.

After Huo Boyan’s treatment, not only did it not reduce—it spread, swelling a circle around it.

No more embarrassing points, but the bulges were rounder now, smaller than pecs but jiggling when he walked— even lewder.

Zhu Ran was mortified and furious but had no choice. He coldly pushed Huo Boyan away and headed out.

“Wait,” Huo Boyan grabbed his arm. “Too obvious.”

Zhu Ran glared. “You think I want this?”

“Sorry, my fault.” Huo Boyan took off his suit jacket and draped it over him. “Cover up.”

“No way!” Zhu Ran’s face soured as he shoved it back. “If I go out in your clothes, what will people think?”

Huo Boyan: “…I’ll have my assistant bring you some.”

Changing clothes would be weird too. Zhu Ran shook his head, then had a flash of inspiration—he flipped his backpack to the front. Perfect cover.

It rubbed uncomfortably when walking, but better than being found out.

By the time they emerged, the employees had all left, leaving only staff dismantling the setup.

Zhu Ran tugged at his clothes, feeling weird. The backpack hid it, but he felt the guilt of a secret affair.

It was all Huo Boyan’s fault!

Zhu Ran looked up and glared fiercely at Huo Boyan.

Huo Boyan took it in stride. “Okay, my bad. Next time, I’ll be gentler.”

Zhu Ran bristled again. “Next time? Don’t even think about it!”

Huo Boyan didn’t argue. He looked happy and asked what Zhu Ran wanted for dinner.

Still fuming, Zhu Ran sniped sarcastically, “Sir, I don’t recall agreeing to dinner with you.”

Huo Boyan smiled. “I’m asking now.”

Zhu Ran fell silent, then grew serious. “Huo Boyan, I have plans tonight.”

Huo Boyan: “With who?”

The man’s casual glance made Zhu Ran feel like the scruff of his neck was being gripped.

He looked away, feigning calm. “None of your business anyway.”

Huo Boyan lowered his lashes and slowly, heavily stroked the bracelet. Like countless times before, this reminded him not to scare Zhu Ran.