In the end, they still went to Victoria Harbour to see the night view. However, since they had just confirmed their relationship, their eyes and hearts were filled only with each other, reducing the harbor to mere background.
Zhu Ran seemed to catch a glimpse of the fitness coach’s figure, but before he could look closely, Huo Boyan pressed the back of his neck and sealed his mouth.
Zhu Ran’s head spun dizzily. The stimulation on his oral mucosa made his whole body tremble, and his body softened and lightened along with it. When he came back to his senses, Huo Boyan had fastened a Leopard Head Silver Necklace around his neck. It was heavy, as if adorned with a little heart.
Zhu Ran recognized the brand—it was something he couldn’t afford even if he gritted his teeth. It was too precious, just like the tie clip he had given Huo Boyan, as if it was exchanged for this gift.
Zhu Ran pinched the necklace, but before he could speak, Huo Boyan pressed his index finger to his lips and said in a slightly commanding tone, “No refusing.”
Zhu Ran: “…”
At that moment, he suddenly understood a bit about how Song Xingchen got along with his parents.
Song Xingchen was particularly slick—not in a derogatory way. In Zhu Ran’s view, that slyness was a skill he could never possess in his lifetime.
Zhu Ran got along with his parents in a stiff and polite manner. His own personality was stubbornly unyielding, so he would never ask his parents for anything.
But Song Xingchen had a thousand ways to get things from his parents’ pockets, all without a shred of guilt. He gave his parents a pair of gloves, and they gave him a Game Console in return; on Father’s Day and Mother’s Day, he sent 88.88 yuan red envelopes, and they sent back ones without decimals, even praising him for being such a filial son.
Zhu Ran didn’t really lack anything, but who wouldn’t envy such generous, kind, wish-granting elders?
But envy was one thing—Zhu Ran knew he could never be like Song Xingchen, asking elders for things in a way that left both sides happy. Acting spoiled with his parents was harder than death for him; he’d rather starve or freeze than voice a request.
For some inexplicable reason, Zhu Ran had developed an outwardly tough but inwardly fragile personality. Coupled with his good looks, this toughness became even more prickly and unlikable.
He was like a beautiful flower that everyone admired at first glance, but once people got a little familiar with him, they discovered his unlikable stubborn streak. Nicely put, it was aloofness; harshly put, it was pretentious. Countless people had cursed him behind his back for being a poser.
But Zhu Ran didn’t care. That was just his personality, and he wouldn’t change it to please others.
He had stumbled here alone and planned to continue with thorns all over, convinced he’d never have treatment like Wang Xingchen’s in this lifetime.
Yet now, a wish-granting machine named Huo Boyan had suddenly appeared. Feed it one coin, and it spat out treasures with a ding; even without a coin, it worked.
Still, he wasn’t so easily bought by these things, but who wouldn’t be happy receiving gifts? And Huo Boyan had even sensed his subconscious expectations without him saying a word—what was that if not a daddy?
At this thought, Zhu Ran suddenly felt a bit ashamed. He couldn’t even imagine calling Huo Boyan “daddy” and burst out laughing.
A dull pain came from his lips. Dissatisfied at being ignored, Huo Boyan bit Zhu Ran’s lip, forcibly pulling his attention back. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing…” Zhu Ran felt a bit guilty but firmly refused.
It was too embarrassing—just thinking about it made his scalp tingle. He would never call Huo Boyan “daddy” in this lifetime!
Huo Boyan didn’t press further. Fine, dense kisses rained down, completely occupying Zhu Ran’s attention.
The private yacht docked at the harbor. Zhu Ran’s lips burned as he got off the boat; he had no impression left of the Victoria Harbour night view. He only remembered Huo Boyan’s tongue thrusting aggressively into his mouth, the palm pressing his hand scorching hot. At first, Zhu Ran could resist, but soon he couldn’t withstand Huo Boyan’s impeccably dressed dominance. He babbled nonsense and begged Huo Boyan several times before it finally stopped.
When they parted, Huo Boyan’s breathing was still deep and heavy. Nose to nose, he said, “Happy Qixi.”
Huo Boyan wore a very ascetic gray suit that day, with silver-rimmed glasses, a white shirt underneath, and his aloof, noble face—like a pristine moon untouched by desire. But under the harbor lights, his lips showed a seductive deep red, revealing he wasn’t as calm as he appeared.
Zhu Ran didn’t dare look any longer and dove headfirst into the Mercedes by the roadside.
Huo Boyan followed closely. As he sat, the thin, draping gray suit pants clung to his form. Zhu Ran’s eyes widened, then he quickly turned his head away, waves crashing in his heart.
Though he had long prepared for something to happen with Huo Boyan—food and sex were human nature, and Zhu Ran wasn’t some saint—dating was for this, right?
But, but when he saw that thing with his own eyes, it still scared him badly.
Plus Huo Boyan’s build and stamina—it would kill him. Zhu Ran swallowed, suddenly thinking Plato wasn’t so bad.
He didn’t know if he could handle it, but Huo Boyan probably couldn’t. The big bad wolf that had confirmed the relationship could no longer pretend to be a gentleman. As soon as the car left the dock, he impatiently raised the partition and pulled Zhu Ran onto his lap to kiss him.
Zhu Ran’s high-waisted shirt rode up a large section, exposing his lower back, which Huo Boyan held down with one hand. Before Zhu Ran could protest, his voice was completely blocked and swallowed again.
Skin, breath, body heat, and the aquatic perfume mixed with some vague hormonal scent invaded Zhu Ran’s willpower from all sides.
Dazed, Zhu Ran glanced out the window, trying to dispel this terrifying desire threatening to engulf him. He realized they were passing through the bustling city center, luxury cars jammed with Mazdas, pedestrians on the roadside glancing curiously at the luxury car—some even taking photos with their phones.
He didn’t want to make Hong Kong tabloids tomorrow!
Terrified, Zhu Ran’s breathing stopped. He hurriedly pushed. “Huo Boyan, people…”
