Don’t Go Home with Dr. Zhong After Work 2

Chapter 02: Confession

That bite was serious, both sore and painful, leaving an oval-shaped teeth mark that bled immediately.

Zhong Yan pulled the person away, covering his chest, “Are you a dog or something?”

“Nonsense! I’m a rabbit.” The little blondie, who wouldn’t let go, kept trying to snuggle into his arms, “It’s your fault for not wanting me, you jerk! Bastard! Scammer!”

Zhong Yan: “…………”

A calamity had befallen him. The person in his arms was like a sticky plaster, arms wrapped around his waist, rubbing back and forth. No matter how Zhong Yan explained or pushed him away, he couldn’t get him to move.

More and more people were watching, and it looked like Zhong Yan was the heartless one trying to dump someone. It would be difficult to deny the relationship now.

This kid could chokehold a foreigner with his bare hands, he was obviously trained. If he really wanted to restrain him, he’d probably have to call the police. Zhong Yan was going to Germany next month to study for his doctorate, he didn’t want any trouble.

Besides, with the kid’s current state, if he left him here, with that face, he’d be drugged in no time.

Zhong Yan ruffled the little blondie’s head, the soft, fine hair slightly curled at the ends, like a furry little animal, “Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

The little blondie “oh’d” and hugged him tighter.

Zhong Yan: “…”

He was really stuck with him.

“How am I supposed to walk like this?” Zhong Yan messed up his soft hair.

The little blondie reluctantly let go, his eyes glued to his chest, making no attempt to hide it.

It was the first time Zhong Yan felt flustered being stared at by a kid. He put on his clothes and walked out, the little blondie followed behind, like an obedient puppy.

Zhong Yan called a ride-hailing service and asked for the other person’s address.

The little blondie fastened his seatbelt and still tried to stick to him, “To your place.”

Zhong Yan didn’t have the energy to deal with him, “Spit it out.”

“Gege, I want to go to your place.”

Zhong Yan: “…….”

They went back and forth for a while, but he still couldn’t get an address. The driver was anxious to get to his next fare, “Dude, are we going or not?”

Zhong Yan had no choice but to give his own address.

At the entrance of the quiet neighborhood near midnight, the only sound was the rumbling of the person’s stomach beside him.

Zhong Yan casually asked, “Hungry?”

“Want to eat,” the little blondie rubbed his stomach.

Zhong Yan: “……”

He really made himself at home.

At this hour, the nearby restaurants were already closed. Zhong Yan took him to a convenience store.

He casually grabbed a cup of spicy instant noodles, the little blondie mumbled behind him, “Too spicy, my mouth hurts.”

Zhong Yan: “I like it, got a problem?”

“Oh.” The little blondie drooped his ears, retracted his head, licked his lips, and looked at his toes.

Zhong Yan: “……” High maintenance.

A few seconds later, Zhong Yan turned back, “What flavor do you like?”

“Shrimp.”

Zhong Yan added a blue package and went to the front shelf to get some cola.

The little blondie followed closely behind, sticking his head out again, “Drinking soda makes you short.”

Zhong Yan glanced at the person behind him, who barely reached his chin. He put down the cola and grabbed some milk instead.

The little blondie muttered, “Plain milk tastes awful.”

“Why are you so difficult?” Zhong Yan was getting fired up, “Don’t you have hands? Can’t you get it yourself? What are you chanting behind me?”

The little blondie scurried to the front, grabbed a box of chocolate milk, then went to the side and grabbed two bags of chips, and ran back obediently, blinking at him.

Zhong Yan had his left hand in his pocket and his right hand holding the noodles, his face was stern, “Done shopping?”

The little blondie nodded with a smile, like a kid who could be easily bribed with snacks.

“Let’s go, pay.”

The cashier yawned and scanned the items. The little blondie grabbed the corner of Zhong Yan’s shirt, slowly sticking to his side, as if afraid he would run away.

At this point, Zhong Yan was immune, letting him stick to him, but he stopped the cashier from scanning the gray box, “This isn’t mine.”

The cashier glanced at the person beside him, “Are you two paying separately?”

Zhong Yan: “?”

The little blondie’s face was flushed, he smiled at him.

Zhong Yan: “……”

He was as yellow as his hair color.

After paying, Zhong Yan not only brought him home but also personally made the seafood noodles and placed them in front of him.

Zhong Yan cracked open a beer and sat on the sofa behind him.

The little blondie took off his shoes and curled up on the long-haired carpet, his white socks revealing a bit of his ankles, so thin you could easily grab them.

And the carpet he was sitting on was worth eighty thousand yuan.

Zhong Yan himself didn’t even sit on it.

The little blondie picked up some noodles, blew on them to cool them down, and put them in his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed, “It’s not cooked through.”

“Spit it out if you don’t want to eat it.” Zhong Yan was really annoyed. Before this, no one had ever made him cook instant noodles.

The little blondie turned himself to silent mode, stuffing a big mouthful into his mouth, gobbling it down like he hadn’t eaten dinner.

Halfway through, the little blondie took out the chocolate milk from the bag, clutched it for a full half a minute, turned to look at him, not saying anything, like a wronged puppy.

Zhong Yan had lost his temper, “What, do I have to open it for you too?”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s July.”

The little blondie sniffled, “Drinking cold milk gives me diarrhea.”

Zhong Yan gritted his back teeth, “……Then don’t drink it.”

“Oh.” The little blondie put the chocolate milk with the straw already inserted back down, continued to eat his noodles, his eyes were like they were on strings, the other end tied to the milk carton, unable to be pulled away.

From Zhong Yan’s angle, he could only see the back of his head, a pair of ears hidden in his golden hair, white and red, as if they were exposed to the wind and cold, or maybe he was shy and nervous.

Irritated for no reason, Zhong Yan grabbed the milk and went to the kitchen. When he came back, the carton had been replaced with a bowl, the whole room filled with the sweet smell of chocolate.

Zhong Yan bent down and pushed the bowl over, “Drink it quickly.”

“Thank you.” The little blondie smiled as if he had a wagging tail behind him. He pressed his lips to the edge of the bowl, circled it several times, and finally took a big sip.

Maybe the milk was too hot, the little blondie opened his mouth and fanned his tongue. He didn’t complain this time, but his ears were burning, appearing almost translucent under the light.

Zhong Yan looked away and opened another beer, “Did you have a breakup?”

The little blondie turned back, his eyes red, “You don’t want me anymore?”

Zhong Yan: “Did your boyfriend dump you?”

The little blondie: “You really don’t want me anymore?”

Zhong Yan: “……”

It was like talking to a brick wall.

“Just eat.”

“Oh.”

After finishing the milk, the little blondie went back to his noodles. After a while, he turned to look at Zhong Yan, then at the noodle bowl that was empty, even of soup.

Zhong Yan couldn’t explain his actions, but he did open another cup of noodles, let it cook for three minutes, and then placed it in front of him, even tearing open the bag of chips for him.

Zhong Yan sat back on the sofa, holding his beer and watching him eat.

The little blondie was starving like he was from a famine era, but his eating manners weren’t bad, he was clean, wiping up any soup that accidentally spilled on the table, and not getting any chip crumbs on the carpet.

A bowl of instant noodles actually made him sweat, soaking the back of his T-shirt. The person in question kept stuffing chips into his mouth.

Zhong Yan poured him some water and changed his seating position, this time he could see his side profile.

The overhead light made his golden hair look even whiter, his lips were pink from the spice, and his earlobes were the reddest, as if they were being burned by flames.

The little blondie put down his fork, tilted his head back to drink water, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

It made one’s heart restless.

The little blondie held out the empty glass, not saying anything, but his face clearly said: I want more water.

Zhong Yan handed him a tissue, “Wipe it.”

There was a ring of chocolate milk on his upper lip, like a child who hadn’t grown up yet.

When Zhong Yan came back with more water, the milk stain was still there.

“I told you to wipe your mouth.”

The little blondie grabbed the tissue and wiped his face, perfectly missing all the areas with milk on them.

“You don’t even know how to wipe your mouth?”

Zhong Yan grabbed his chin and roughly wiped it a few times, like he was painting. The little blondie yelped but he didn’t stop, until his lips were as red as his ears.

He had brought home a kid he didn’t even know the name of, fed him, gave him drinks, and now he was even wiping his mouth.

Zhong Yan wasn’t a philanthropist, he had no reason to give unconditionally. He tilted his head back and drank his beer, his gaze shifting to the shopping bag on the table.

Besides beer, chips, and milk, there was also a box of gray-packaged condoms.

Fuck.

The crumpled beer bottle fell into the trash can. Zhong Yan strode towards the bedroom.

“Gege, where are you going?”

That “gege” was as sweet as a bottle of syrup.

Zhong Yan’s abdomen was like burning coals, “Taking a shower!”

The water was cold, but it didn’t do much to cool the fire.

Zhong Yan disinfected the wound on his bare chest, the stinging sensation only lowered his tolerance. He didn’t understand why this birthmark was bitten, let alone why he brought the “perpetrator” home.

Zhong Yan threw away the cotton swab. Through the door, he couldn’t hear any movement outside.

He had left a stranger alone in the living room, with three car keys at the door and two Rolex watches on the coffee table.

Zhong Yan put on his bathrobe and returned to the living room. The car keys were still at the door, and the watches were untouched, less than ten centimeters from the empty noodle cup.

The little blondie had finished his noodles, the bowl was clean to the bottom. Beside him was an opened bottle of beer, and he was yawning, fiddling with a condom.

Zhong Yan: “……”

“Who told you to drink that!” Zhong Yan pushed the beer bottle away and snatched the condom, “Go take a shower.”

The little blondie got up, rubbed his eyes, and ran towards his bedroom.

Zhong Yan held his head and chased him to the guest bathroom, warning him, “After you shower, go to sleep, and leave when you wake up.”

He could hear the sound of water from the guest bathroom. Zhong Yan was holding an opened box of condoms.

It felt like a hot potato.

He stuffed the box into the nightstand and went to bed.

He was just starting to feel sleepy when there was a knock on the bedroom door.

The little blondie was wearing his pajamas, the loose collar revealing his clean neck, his whole body surrounded by warmth, “Gege.”

Zhong Yan looked away from his neck, “What is it?”

The little blondie squeezed in through the door, his voice damp, “Sleep.”

“Sleep in the guest room.”

The little blondie closed the door, his back against the wood, “I want to sleep with you.”

Zhong Yan’s alcohol tolerance was average, two beers were enough to make him lose control, making his desires grow wildly.

His narrow chin could be easily pinched, the soft texture felt like squeezing a piece of latex sponge.

Zhong Yan’s fingertips pressed down hard, the threat obvious, “Do you know what ‘sleep’ means?”

“I know.” The little blondie’s eyes were moist, in the unlit bedroom, they could illuminate a person.

A cool, completely unfamiliar kid, being held by the chin, confessing to him with red ears.

“Gege, I like you.”

The kid was wearing his clothes, leaving his body temperature on them. The breath he exhaled also smelled of Zhong Yan’s favorite toothpaste brand, the white tea-scented wind wrapped around a thin thread, as if it wanted to pull out his heart.

The little blondie’s Adam’s apple trembled from nervousness, his ears turning redder, cautious, as if afraid of being rejected again, “Gege, I want to stay.”

Alcohol made the impulse surge at night. Zhong Yan didn’t want to delve into the reason for the beginning, whether it was his own compromise or the other person’s initiative. Maybe from the moment he let the condoms be put into the plastic bag, he had already left himself a way out.

Fingers left red marks on the collarbone and wrist. Zhong Yan pinned the person against the door, forcibly pried open his lips, and kissed him until he struggled in panic. Then, using the removed bathrobe belt as a threat, he carried the disheveled person on his shoulder, threw him onto the bed and pressed him down firmly.

The kid who could single-handedly subdue a tall white man was now like a powerless creature under him, breathing with reddened eyes. Was it fear or affection, or was it just to please him?

This kind of response was surprising, but when he calmed down, it felt like being played, a kind of routine hypocrisy.

Someone who went to a gay bar, pounced on people he met, followed them home, and even actively bought condoms, why pretend to be an innocent youth?

Unfortunately, Zhong Yan had been drinking and his mind wasn’t clear.

Moreover, he was very much into this act, hypocrisy and pretense could be ignored.

Zhong Yan enjoyed the pleasure but also harbored a sense of revenge. There was no foreplay.

When he was in too deep to back out, Zhong Yan realized something was wrong. Reactions could be faked, eyes could be disguised, even the nervous breathing could be a fabricated product, but the body’s response was genuine.

Zhong Yan was suspicious and panicked, “You… you haven’t before?”

The little blondie was already speechless, his wet eyes staring at him.

Even like this, he didn’t complain. What a fool.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier,” Zhong Yan cursed inwardly, pulling back.

The little blondie hugged him, “Don’t go.”

Zhong Yan helped him wipe his tears, but a devil resided in his heart, “Want to continue?”

He closed his eyes and nodded.

Possession was an instinct, not going completely wild was already his limit.

Zhong Yan kneaded his tense muscles, gentle as if coaxing a child, “I’ll be gentle, okay?”

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