“What drug?” Zhu Ran was almost out of his mind by now. He only felt unbearably hot and uncomfortable, with an unnatural itch surging inside him, making him instinctively want to rub against something.
Zhu Ran leaned in to rub against Huo Boyan. His shirt hem rolled up, revealing a slender waist and soft abs, presenting a blood-stirring erotic sight against the snow-white bedsheets.
But Huo Boyan, utterly oblivious to the mood, pressed down on Zhu Ran’s shoulders and pinched his chin, narrowing his eyes as he asked, “Zhu Ran, answer my question. Did you drink tonight? Where? Who were you with?”
To be fair, Huo Boyan was usually quite approachable. But once his face turned cold, he exuded a strong aura of control.
Zhu Ran couldn’t stand that look in his eyes the most; it triggered an even stronger reaction in him. He let out a muddled whine and, held in place by Huo Boyan, could only nod dazedly. “I drank.”
Huo Boyan asked again, “Who were you with?”
But Zhu Ran didn’t answer. He stared blankly at Huo Boyan’s cold face, unconsciously parting his lips reddened by alcohol and drugs, as if inviting someone to taste the sweetness within.
Huo Boyan took a deep breath, suppressing the rising thirst in his heart. He brushed his thumb over Zhu Ran’s lips, intending to snap him back to his senses with a bit of pain.
“Zhu Ran, calm down and answer my question first.”
The rough action made Zhu Ran furrow his brows, yet it sparked an indescribable shiver. He pushed his body forward again, like a slippery, soft fish, heedless of the reaction he provoked, relentlessly trying to squeeze into Huo Boyan’s embrace.
“Zhu… Ran.” The young man’s body pressed closer, darkening Huo Boyan’s gaze further. He forcibly held Zhu Ran’s feverish body in place and asked patiently, “Who were you drinking with? Did you take anything you shouldn’t have?”
Zhu Ran felt extremely wronged. He was suffering so much, and not only did Huo Boyan refuse to help, but he also forced him to answer these baffling questions.
Tears welled up in Zhu Ran’s eyes from Huo Boyan’s dominance, hanging precariously on his lashes as he pitifully shook his head. “No…”
That meant someone had drugged him.
Huo Boyan’s gaze darkened, his voice turning colder. “Did you send me a text tonight?”
“Who would text you!” Zhu Ran, already feeling terribly bullied, flared up at the suspicion on top of everything, old grudges mixing with new ones. He shoved Huo Boyan hard and snapped, “Huo Boyan, let go! I hate you!”
Zhu Ran wouldn’t drug himself or text him—they’d been set up.
If he wasn’t mistaken, there were even cameras hidden in the bedroom filming them.
Huo Boyan yanked the bedsheet over Zhu Ran, wrapping him up like a burrito—head and all—and strode out with him in his arms.
He grabbed the door handle, but it wouldn’t turn. The door was locked!
Huo Boyan’s already foul expression darkened further. He dialed his phone. “I’m trapped in Room 9169. Bring people over immediately.”
Chen Jiaming received the call and arrived with his team in under two minutes, taking another minute to unlock the door.
“Boss, are you hurt?”
Huo Boyan shook his head, his brows furrowed, tone icy as he ordered, “I was secretly filmed. Recover all surveillance devices in the room immediately, check everyone who entered Room 9169, and investigate Zhu Ran’s contacts at the bar tonight.”
Chen Jiaming was shocked. Who dared to secretly film Huo Boyan on the Huo Corporation Cruise Ship? Were they tired of living? This time it was just filming; what if next time it was an attack?
Chen Jiaming nodded gravely. “Understood. We’ll handle it seriously.”
Huo Boyan wanted to give more instructions, but Zhu Ran in his arms started wriggling again, rubbing against him incessantly. Rubbing was one thing, but Zhu Ran’s hands were getting restless, groping everywhere. If not for the blanket, he’d have no face left.
Huo Boyan slapped Zhu Ran’s side, growling in a low voice, “Don’t move.”
Huo Boyan was tall with a large frame; his palm was two sizes bigger than Zhu Ran’s. Spread open, it could cover his face or butt. His slap was heavy from years of workouts and exercise, landing solidly through the blanket.
It didn’t hurt, but the disciplinary intent was clear. A tingling numbness surged through, carrying a thrill that shot straight to the top of his head.
The slap stunned Zhu Ran, and he instantly went still.
Worried he’d hit too hard, Huo Boyan couldn’t help but lift the blanket for a peek. To his surprise, Zhu Ran’s face was flushed red inside, eyes watery, a unnatural tide of red on his cheeks. Meeting Huo Boyan’s gaze, he let out a whine and snuggled closer, as if his body was begging for more…
Huo Boyan breathed deeply; all his lifetime self-control was exhausted in that moment. His muscles tensed as he covered Zhu Ran’s face with the blanket again and instructed Chen Jiaming patiently, “Get Liang Ziqian to my room immediately. Tell him someone’s taken an aphrodisiac.”
Chen Jiaming’s eyes widened, but his gaze didn’t wander. He nodded and arranged for two bodyguards to escort Huo Boyan back.
Huo Boyan’s room was on the floor above, using the VIP-exclusive elevator with no outsiders around. But as he entered, he ran into Huo Junlin from the neighboring room.
Huo Junlin had drunk a lot and had already gone inside, but hearing footsteps, he yanked the door open and peered out drunkenly. “Bro, what’s this…”
Suddenly, a hand slipped out from the blanket, dangling limply in the air. It was fair and slender, with distinct joints—slim but clearly masculine. The Silver Bracelet adorned the wrist, oddly familiar.
So familiar—where had he seen it before?
Before Huo Junlin could look closer, Huo Boyan tucked the hand back in. Lifting his eyes, Huo Boyan’s gaze sharpened with intense warning.
