Chapter 11 Part 1

Zhong Nian didn’t even understand what had happened before the reckless and impatient man in front of him grabbed his shoulders and kissed him.

The moment their lips met, both of them shuddered at the same time.

One from fright, the other from pleasure.

“Wait…”

As soon as Zhong Nian reacted, he struggled immediately, but his mouth had only just parted two fingers’ width when, in the next second, his head was cradled from behind and pressed back.

He tried to push the man away with his hands, but he was pressed and forced to retreat step by step until his back collided with the wall, leaving him no way out.

Amid the pushing and pulling, the man suppressing him kept rubbing messily against his lips.

That somewhat cold lip piercing ground against him too.

“Wu hm—”

When his hand pressed against the other’s chest to block him from getting closer, Zhong Nian discovered that the body beneath the loose clothes was also extremely strong and solid; he could feel the hardened muscles underneath.

No wonder the arms had such great strength—they nearly squeezed his waist to the breaking point.

Zong Xing Yi stuck out his tongue to lick him, attempting to invade, but Zhong Nian could no longer tolerate it and mercilessly kicked out with his foot.

A rabbit’s kick was no small matter. The intense pain transmitted through his shin bone made Zong Xing Yi loosen his strength in agony, retreating and squatting down as he clutched the injured spot.

It was obvious without thinking that it would bruise purple. Zong Xing Yi looked up in shock at the beautiful youth before him—lips wet and red, eyes filled with angry reproach—and marveled at how so powerful he was.

He suspected that if he’d kicked any harder, his leg might have broken.

If he’d kicked somewhere else… he didn’t dare imagine the consequences.

“Does it hurt?” Zhong Nian looked down coldly from above, wiped his lips, and snorted, “Who told you to kiss me suddenly?”

Don’t think rabbits were really easy to bully.

“…”

Zong Xing Yi, who hadn’t stood up yet, met the youth’s disdainful and angry gaze. His throat itched, and he licked his lips, savoring the recent softness and sweetness.

In the motion, a flash of silver metal gleamed—it was the tongue piercing. Zhong Nian had felt it too when he’d tried to extend his tongue earlier.

“It hurts… but I still want to kiss.”

Zhong Nian puffed out his cheeks: “Did I agree to it?!”

“No?” Zong Xing Yi looked equally surprised, his gaze falling on the youth’s wrist as he said softly, “But you accepted the bracelet I gave you. That’s the one passed down through generations in my family to daughters-in-law—whoever wears it is my wife.”

“You didn’t say that before!” Zhong Nian immediately slid the bracelet off his wrist and tossed it back to him.

Zong Xing Yi quickly protected it and stood up to block his path as he tried to leave: “You can’t go.”

Zhong Nian stepped back: “Zong Shao, please have some self-respect. I’m a proper server—you should find someone else.”

Zong Xing Yi was hurt by his guarded posture. He lowered his eyes, tried his best to appear non-threatening, and poured out all his heartfelt words in one breath: “You’re misunderstanding me. Sorry, I have no experience. I didn’t explain clearly just now and scared you in my haste, but I really like you…

“Don’t worry, I won’t be fickle like others. I’m different from them—I’m very devoted and affectionate. You might not believe it, but from the first moment I saw you, I’ve only had eyes for you. I’ve never been moved by anyone else from childhood to now. Giving you the bracelet means I really intend to spend my life with you. If you still don’t believe me, once we’re off the ship, we can go get a marriage certificate, okay?”

Zhong Nian was still digesting this sudden flood of confession—or proposal—when his hand was grabbed again to slip the wooden bracelet back on.

He quickly pulled back: “I don’t want it!”

Zong Xing Yi immediately wore an expression as if the sky had fallen: “B-but… earlier you said you agreed…”

“I didn’t agree.” Zhong Nian didn’t know when he’d given this Eldest Young Master the misunderstanding. Faced with the scene, he felt a bit at a loss, a bit awkward.

And a little embarrassed.

“Calm down a bit…”

Zong Xing Yi’s eyes reddened, his golden hair a messy tangle, wearing a look of grievance and pitifulness like he’d been cheated by a scumbag or abandoned like a stray dog—where was the spirited young master demeanor from before?

He said: “Any request is fine, as long as you accept me.”

Clearly, the other was the one bowing his head in plea, yet Zhong Nian inexplicably shivered under his burning gaze.

He felt like he’d provoked something extraordinary that he wouldn’t be able to shake off easily.

…

Zhong Nian fled.

He ran so frantically that the Rabbit Ear Hair Clip on his head got knocked askew, and he accidentally bumped into someone when entering the elevator.

Amid a woody, cold fragrance, he made out the other’s appearance.

Platinum blond long hair emitted a faint sheen under the corridor lights, and gray-green eyes looked at him with concern.

“Are you okay? Why are you in such a rush?”

Zhong Nian caught his breath for a couple of moments and shook his head after steadying himself.

“Did Xing Yi bully you?” Guan Shan Yue straightened his Rabbit Ear Hair Clip.

“Not really… I have something to do. I’m leaving first.” Zhong Nian went around Guan Shan Yue and entered the elevator.

Even until the elevator doors closed tightly, Guan Shan Yue’s gaze didn’t withdraw, his expression profound.

As soon as Zhong Nian turned his head, he inadvertently glimpsed his own reflection in the elevator and understood what he had been looking at.

The youth’s lips were an unnaturally vivid red, like rose petals blooming passionately in spring, saturated with dew and slightly swollen.

Zhong Nian subconsciously lifted his hand to wipe them, but the more he wiped, the worse it got.