Chapter 63: Tricked
Wen En was silent. He looked at the mirror. The Romeo in the mirror had already slipped away, leaving only Wen En’s reflection, alone in the mirror.
Now was a good opportunity to implement his “good plan.” He didn’t have much time to hesitate. Wen En stared at the mirror and thought, Do I really have to do this?
Wen En stared at the mirror. In the mirror, Romeo had appeared again at some point. The strange thing was that Wen En’s shadow had not left the mirror this time.
Wen En looked at the two people in the mirror in shock. No, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly hugging each other? Wait, no…
Wen En watched the two people in the mirror rub their lips and teeth together, and finally realized what was happening in the mirror.
This was the scene of him and Romeo in Xiaoli’s bathroom…
“Bang—”
Wen En punched the mirror. Unfortunately, this was no ordinary mirror. It was a mirror made of hardened and thickened tempered glass. Wen En’s punch did not damage the mirror at all.
The two people in the mirror seemed to have heard Wen En’s movement, stopped, and looked at him with confusion.
“I see,” Wen En said through gritted teeth.
Even though he had been avoiding it for the past few days, he knew in his heart that he was not repulsed by contact with Romeo, whether it was intimate or not.
That time in the small bathroom had brought him a brand new experience. Even though he wished he could forget that experience, he couldn’t, because the pleasure of that moment, like a sharp blade, had carved a deep scar on his spine.
“…”
Wen En looked up.
The Romeo in the mirror had disappeared while he was distracted, leaving only the “Wen En” in the mirror world, looking up and meeting the gaze of the real Wen En.
Wen En turned around.
He walked to the bathroom door. There was no sound outside. It seemed that Romeo had not heard his response and had already left.
Wen En took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and said, “Can you get me a bath towel?”
Outside the door, Romeo was sitting on a chair, fiddling with the mug in his hand in boredom. It was not until he heard Wen En’s words that he looked up. His gaze fell on Wen En, and then he gasped.
Wen En leaned against the door frame and beckoned to him with his finger.
“I forgot to get a bath towel. What do you think I should do?”
Romeo’s face, from his face to his neck, turned completely red.
They were both adults. Of course, Romeo knew what Wen En was thinking.
It was just that he was suddenly so “enthusiastic” that Romeo didn’t know how to respond for a moment.
“Forget it.”
Seeing Romeo standing there like a startled deer, Wen En felt that it was terrible.
He felt so stupid, to have done such a vulgar, lewd, and shameful stupid thing in a moment of passion—heavens, he really wanted to bury his head in the sink and not see anyone!
“Wait!”
Seeing that Wen En was about to close the door, Romeo quickly pulled open the drawer of the wardrobe, took out a bath towel, and said, “I’ve got the bath towel.”
But this time, Wen En ignored him and directly closed the door.
“Wait!”
Romeo was anxious and directly reached out, grabbing the doorknob. “Wen En?” Damn it, Wen En’s strength is really not small. Romeo looked at Wen En’s hand, which was tightly gripping the door panel, his muscles bulging, and thought, Is he really a Beta?
“Let go!” Wen En said through gritted teeth.
“I won’t!”
Are you kidding me? Wen En had been so proactive. No matter what his purpose was, Romeo couldn’t let go.
But Wen En was really strong. Wen En didn’t care about Romeo’s life or death at all, and his strength was getting stronger and stronger. Seeing that the gap in the door was getting smaller and smaller, almost clamping Romeo’s arm, Wen En said, “If you don’t let go, be careful of a broken arm.”
“Then let me break it!” Romeo said loudly. He didn’t believe that Wen En would really let him break his arm. He took a gamble, betting that Wen En was not so heartless.
Sure enough, Wen En let go.
The door was pushed open by Romeo again.
“Your bath towel,” Romeo said.
Wen En did not take it, but just looked at him, his lips pursed, not saying a word.
“If you don’t dry yourself, you’ll catch a cold,” Romeo said.
The concept of catching a cold was something Romeo had heard from an Easterner university roommate when he had not yet dropped out of university. It probably meant that cold air could lower a person’s immunity and cause inflammation.
“You really know a lot,” Wen En said coolly. “By the way, I took a cold shower.”
“…Oh.”
This resistance probably doesn’t have to worry about low immunity.
“That’s not okay either. You still have to dry yourself,” Romeo said.
With that, he took the towel and carefully helped Wen En dry the water droplets on his hair.
“…”
Wen En was still wearing a stony expression, not saying a word, looking at him.
But Romeo felt that he was not disgusted, otherwise he would have punched him in the face long ago.
Wen En’s hair was not long, but not very short either. When it was dry, it was a length that was easy to manage and still stylish. Now that his hair was wet, the wet hair fell behind his ears, leaving his facial contours and features completely exposed to Romeo’s eyes.
Romeo looked down and saw a small mole on Wen En’s collarbone.
When did this appear? The last time in Xiaoli’s bathroom, Romeo had not seen this little thing. Did it grow in the past few days?
“Where are you looking?” Wen En said coldly.
“I’m looking at your mole,” Romeo said. “Is it a new member? I haven’t seen it before.”
Wen En sneered and said, “Which mole?”
“On your collarbone,” Romeo said.
“It’s always been there,” Wen En said. “You just never paid attention to it.”
“I’m sorry,” Romeo said.
The Alpha’s slender hand, his fingertips traced the back of Wen En’s neck, and briefly rubbed the gland there. This was also a very aggressive behavior for a Beta, especially since the Alpha’s pheromones were spreading at a rate that could be perceived by the naked eye.
“Control your pheromones,” Wen En said coldly.
“I’m sorry,” Romeo said. “But my pheromones like you very much, Wen En. Can you feel it?”
The fingertips grazed the Beta’s chin and finally landed on the Beta’s lips. The Beta’s mouth opened slightly, and just as the Alpha thought he was about to succeed, he suddenly bit the Alpha’s fingertip.
Blood flowed from the corner of the Beta’s mouth. It was conceivable how hard he had bitten.
Romeo smiled and said, “What does it taste like, Wen En?”
The metallic taste slowly spread in his mouth. Wen En just licked the corner of his mouth and said, “Lemon with a hint of coconut, a bit like a cocktail.”
That was the taste of Romeo’s pheromones.
At that moment, Romeo knew that Wen En had won.
Romeo caressed the Beta’s face and, in a single breath, kissed him. Wen En was not to be outdone, and his arms hooked around Romeo’s shoulders.
The shower in the bathroom started working again.
This time, it was hot water.
The hot water flowed into the bathtub, falling on Wen En’s body, on Romeo’s body.
“Is there a shower ball here?” Romeo asked.
“Huh? How could there be such a thing here?” Wen En said. “Do you think you’re on vacation at the beach?”
“Please, there’s a bathtub here. Is it too much to ask for a shower ball?” Romeo said.
Wen En lay on the edge of the bathtub, too lazy to deal with his unreasonable request, and just rolled his eyes.
Romeo picked up a bottle of shower gel, squeezed two pumps into the bathtub, and the water in the bathtub quickly foamed up.
“Let’s just use this as a substitute for now,” Romeo said.
“Oh,” Wen En thought this person had a problem with his brain.
“By the way, before the shower, didn’t I say I had a few questions for you?” Wen En suddenly said.
“Let’s hear it,” after the little game, Romeo was satisfied from the inside out and was much more polite to Wen En.
“First question,” Wen En said. “Claire used to be from the lower district, right?”
“Right,” Romeo replied.
Wen En: “???”
“I’m asking you to answer yes or no.”
Romeo: “Or.”
Wen En: “…”
Wen En’s calf consciously kicked.
“Ow, ow, ow, it hurts so much!” Romeo held the edge of the bathtub and cried out. He was almost drowned by Wen En’s kick.
“I won’t repeat the same question a second time,” Wen En said. “You’d better think before you answer.”
“Tsk, Wen En, you’re really ruthless,” Romeo said, his face alternating between cold and hot sweat from the pain. “I don’t know, really. We never ask about each other’s private information. Claire and I are just colleagues. If you ask me which clients we’ve worked with, I can tell you.”
“Really?” Wen En asked.
“I swear on my next life’s happiness in bed, what I’m saying is true.”
“Alright,” Wen En shrugged. “Second question, do you know if Claire has any relatives?”
“I don’t know,” Romeo said. “I told you, Claire and I never talk about private matters. Relatives and blood relations are also a private matter, right?”
“Alright, then the third question,” Wen En said. “Romeo, do you have any other relatives in this world?”
“…” Romeo paused and said, “No, I’m an orphan. My parents are long dead.”
“You’re lying,” Wen En said. “Romeo, you’re lying.”
“Romeo, which of your words are true, and which are false?” Wen En said leisurely.
The white water vapor swirled on the surface of the water in the bathtub like a thin silk. For a moment, Romeo felt that Wen En’s face had become unclear.
Romeo let out a low laugh and said, “As expected, I knew you had a purpose for doing this with me.”
Wen En wanted to say, What else? How long have we known each other? How pure can it be between us?
But Romeo looked really hurt. Those blue eyes looked even more melancholic, like the sea before a hurricane, the originally clear water becoming a murky mess.
“I just want to ask you, why did you accept me in Xiaoli’s bathroom that day?” Romeo said sadly. “Was it all just a whim?”
“I…”
Wen En almost couldn’t hold it together. He seemed to have really been on a whim…
“Alright, I see. You don’t have to say anything, Wen En. Let me be alone,” Romeo said, as if he couldn’t accept some fact. He got up from the bathtub, casually wrapped a towel around his waist, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and walked out.
“Wait a minute, Romeo!” Romeo took his bath towel. How was he supposed to dry himself?!
Wait, Wen En suddenly realized that there was something else wrong—from beginning to end, Romeo had not answered him any questions about Claire.
Damn it, I’ve been tricked by this stinking brat!
