Chapter Seventy-two

  When the clock points to 4 o'clock in the morning.

  The 27th floor of the company's staff apartment building, a single apartment in 27-A, with the lights on in the bathroom.

  Inside came the sound of water splashing out of the faucet, "gurgling" sounds singing a happy song flowing into the drain.

  On the floor at the entrance of the bathroom, a pair of dark blue jeans was thrown there like a pile of pickled vegetables. The jeans seemed to have been casually discarded with the front side facing up, and a faint, winding water stain could be seen extending downwards.

  Thirty minutes later, the bathroom door was finally opened - a tall man with light-colored hair walked out of the bathroom. He narrowed his azure eyes slightly, and it could be vaguely seen that there was a severe displeasure in them. His lower body was wrapped in a white towel, while his upper body was bare. Water droplets rolled down from the man's firm chest along the muscle contours. He raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, and when he lowered his head, he accidentally caught sight of his jeans that had been taken off at the bathroom door. The man's face, which was already somewhat dark, turned completely black like a pot bottom.

  He stretched out two fingers, pinched the jeans, and after a three-second hesitation, he threw the jeans into the trash can. He then straightened up, walked into the living room, and stood in the center of the room, scanning around. Finally, his gaze stopped on the long sofa - where a young man with black hair was lying down, facing away from him, with both hands covering his face, curled up in one corner of the sofa, looking really pitiful in that pose.

  ...if you don't look at what he's wearing on his body now, from a certain place onwards, a large piece of his pants has been soaked through.

  Jiang Chuan's temples jumped, considering that this guy might dirty his sofa with just one flip, he took three steps and two steps to the front of the sofa, raised his large hand with a soap fragrance, and not very gently patted the back of the young man with black hair rushing towards him: "Hey, go take a bath."

  The young man with black hair remained silent and unresponsive.

  Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Pretending to be dead can make you pretend that you didn't pee your pants like a three-year-old?"

  The young man with black hair continued to remain silent and showed no reaction.

  Jiang Chuan's eyebrows, which had jumped up, fell back down. He paused for a moment, then slightly lowered his body: "Furiously indignant to the point of death?"

  “……”

  "Are you crying from anger?"

  “……”

  "Yuan Jinyan," the man straightened his body and said coldly from a superior position, "are you still alive?"

  As an answer to this question, the black-haired young man replied to the man with silence: He is not only dead but also thoroughly dead.

  Jiang Chuan waited for a while, but eventually couldn't bear to continue playing the "playing dead game" with the guy who was pretending to be dead on his sofa in the middle of the night. He reached out and grabbed the young man's wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. At the same time, he heard the other person muttering:

  "This year must have been a terrible water reverse or Saturn retrograde, otherwise I really can't explain why I'm so unlucky. My Benming year hasn't even arrived yet and my luck has already been stolen. And to make matters worse, I was robbed of my man! That's not all, I was also framed and hit with a billboard, turning me into a vegetable killer who owes a huge debt to the company. Luckily, I woke up from that ordeal and managed to land a big client, but just as things were going smoothly, some god-knows-who came out of nowhere and ruined everything for me! Now my future is uncertain and I'm feeling really down.

  I went out to drink and got drunk, met a beautiful young man, and even let him take me to another man's house. But that's not all - the man kicked me out of his house! He wouldn't even let me use his bathroom! And to make matters worse, he used his arm to press down on my... I haven't wet my pants in years, but now I'm back to square one! Is this God hinting at me that I should just die and start over? This is really not worth living..."

  Jiang Chuan lit a cigarette and put it to his lips, then stretched out his hand and roughly pulled down the belt of the young man with black hair who was facing away from him. He muttered indistinctly: "This reasoning doesn't make sense, you're not even afraid of death, what's there to fear about barely surviving?"

  "Underpants, oh my god, I haven't wet my pants since graduating from elementary school. If this gets out, where will my face be? I'm Yuan Jin Yan, everyone's waiting for the dark news of Yuan Jin Yan wetting his pants to sell for 100,000 yuan, no less than 50,000. Even if it's just a pair of wet underpants, they can be sold online for 5,000 yuan. Adding that up is my last fortune in life - 105,000 yuan."

  "Can the news of you pissing your pants sell for 100,000? It can, I suddenly feel your popularity now." Jiang Chuan was taken aback by these words, thought for a moment, and raised his hand to slap the young man's butt to tell him to get up - but just as his hand was about to fall, he suddenly saw a wet patch on the young man's pants. The last second, the man's palm changed direction and landed on his back with a loud "slap".

  The person lying on the sofa has had their brain emptied out.

  At this moment, one step at a time, the command to lift his butt was followed by the man squatting behind him, who swiftly pulled down his wet pants in an instant - and then, like throwing away his own jeans, he threw the pants into the trash can again with a "thud".

  "The pants are Armani's." The person curled up on the sofa murmured without even turning their head.

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  "One hundred and five thousand can't buy many." The person curled up on the sofa continued without even turning their head.

  The man stretched out his hand, hooked a finger under the edge of the young black-haired person's underwear, took a look at the label and said: "Calvin Klein."

  "One hundred and five thousand can buy a lot of things," the person curled up on the sofa said without turning their head, "Just throw it away, anyway you can afford to lose."

  Jiang Chuan heard this and said without hesitation: "The one who peed his pants is you, why should I compensate?"

  The person curled up on the sofa finally fell silent, seemingly unable to extricate himself from the shock of the blunt truth "the one who peed his pants is you" - in this process, Jiang Chuan once again took action and removed the shirt he was wearing. As the large shirt was slowly lifted, a large area of white, delicate skin on the young man's back also gradually appeared before the man's eyes, causing his eyelids to twitch. At this moment, he heard the voice of the person he was serving, who was taking off his clothes, speak up again: "Did I pee and splash it onto my clothes?"

  “……”|

  Jiang Chuan fell silent, disregarding the fact that his white undershirt was still flipped up and covering his head. He let go of his hand, glanced at the young man with black hair who was only wearing underwear on the lower half of his body and had a shirt covering his head in a bizarre pose. Jiang Chuan took the cigarette from his lips, took two heavy puffs, and then discovered that his patience had burned out: "Get up and take a shower! Are you planning to sleep with your wet underwear on all night? Don't you feel cold? My sofa is still dirty!"

  Upon hearing this heartless command, the person lying on the sofa convulsed twice.

  It convulsed twice more.

  Just as Jiang Chuan was wondering whether he had turned cold, hot or simply burst into tears, a muffled voice came from inside his shirt: "The wine is taking effect, my head is dizzy, now I have no strength to move."

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  "I'll wash again after I sober up tomorrow, let me air dry for a bit first."

  Let it air dry for a while... looks like the wine hasn't sobered up yet. The man stood by the sofa, took a drag on his cigarette, and just then, Jian Ran's phone rang. He picked it up, took a look, and saw that it was Agent Mister calling. Without thinking much, he answered the call for Jian Ran. On the other end of the line, he heard Jiang Chuan's voice and was taken aback for a moment before slowly saying: "He said he wanted to go out and have some fun, I wonder if he went with you?"

  Jiang Chuan thought for three seconds before finally saying, "No, I had too much to drink and somehow ended up running here by myself."

  "Ah, ah," Fang Yu said: "He still knows your home address... Is everything okay now? His mood tonight should not be very good. I was worried that he would get drunk and cause trouble outside, so I was thinking about whether to find someone to pick him up. Since he is with you, I feel a bit more at ease - what's his situation like now?"

  He turned his head to look at the young black-haired man on the sofa, who had covered his face with clothes and was now silent, probably having fallen asleep again. The person on the sofa cooperated by turning over - under the man's gaze, he used his wet underwear, which was said to be quick-drying, to leave a peach-shaped water stain on the sofa cushion. This scene made the man's temples throb with anger, and he took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the phone slightly as he spoke in a low voice to the agent on the other end of the line, who seemed somewhat worried: "It's okay, he's asleep now."

  After speaking out, Jiang Chuan was stunned: Tsk, so he also learned to lie casually after being infected?

  "Fang Yu: 'Then let him sleep. Tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, come to the company first, and then we'll go to Chuan Na's place together to see if there's a solution.'"

  Jiang Chuan: "How's the situation?"

  "Fang Yu: 'The draft is ready, the newspaper reporter has been contacted, and tomorrow Jianran will post it on Weibo. Then we'll hire water armies to forward it to all media platforms, first guiding public opinion... Tonight, someone from Chuan Na also called us, the situation is still quite optimistic. Although Teacher Li Rui doesn't understand those things, at least not everyone is clueless... But everything depends on tomorrow's luck. Let him rest well tonight and gear up for another tough battle tomorrow.'"

  "Oh."

  Fang Yu: "He must be feeling terrible now, if he does something scary to you... don't hit him in the face."

  “…Alright.”

  After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chuan stood by the sofa and looked at the young man with black hair who was sleeping soundly in his wet underwear - it was midsummer, and in a southern city like G City, it was impossible to sleep without air conditioning. However, sleeping like this at night would not make one feel refreshed the next morning, and it would be lucky if he didn't catch a cold. After some consideration, Jiang Chuan, who had originally decided not to intervene, silently finished a cigarette, seemingly making up his mind about something, and then extinguished the butt in the trash can.

  He put on a pair of disposable gloves, and for someone to take off the famous brand underwear that he wanted to air dry, without even looking at it, threw it into the trash can. The explosive consequences brought by this unintentional action were: Jiang Chuan looked at the lower body of the young man with black hair, who was naked like a newborn baby, without even reacting himself. The white legs were not as bad-looking as Jiang Chuan said before, but very straight and long; the round buttocks proved that the peach-shaped butt print on the sofa cushion came from there. When the young man moved, the thing that had been dormant in his pubic hair also fell down, soft and pale in color, looking very obedient.

  Very obedient in every sense.

  It makes people have an urge to bully it a bit.

  But just as Jiang Chuan was about to reach out and "bully" that thing, he suddenly came to his senses and realized what he was doing. His rationality allowed him to stop himself in time, withdrawing his hand - after calming down, the man himself felt a strange sense of shock - if someone had told him before today that there would come a day when he would voluntarily touch another man's thing, no matter who that person was, he would probably regret being born into this world.

  Yuan Jinyan?

  "Huh?"

  "Can you get up and take a bath by yourself?"

  "Hmm."

  It seems it can't be done.

  Having lost the last shred of hope, the man's face didn't look so good anymore. He forced himself to shift his gaze away from a certain part of the young black-haired person and lowered his eyes, exerting some effort to lift the person wrapped in a shirt off the sofa - the weight of an average adult male seemed like nothing to him. With just a few strides, he arrived at the bathroom, put the person into the bathtub, and turned on the water.

  The person in the bathtub seemed to have been startled awake, and a low "hmm" sound came from under their shirt. Jiang Chuan heard the sound and looked down to realize that the person's shirt was still covering their face. They stared blankly for a moment before randomly curling up the corner of their mouth and teasing without any guilt: "Sorry about this, but you look better like this. I almost forgot to take it off."

  As he spoke, he reached out his hand and pulled out the young black-haired man who was struggling in the shirt.

  He casually tossed the shirt into the corner of the bathtub, and when he turned his gaze back to Jian Ran, Jiang Chuan suddenly discovered a tricky problem: this way, it seemed that the person lying in the bathtub was not moving at all.

  Not a single thread is left hanging.

  After lying in the hospital for over half a year, he was in an astonishingly pale state. In normal times, this kind of paleness that seemed almost transparent and blended with the bathtub might not be considered healthy or good-looking. However, at this moment, as hot water gradually filled the bathtub, the steaming mist and hot water quickly warmed his body, which had just been exposed to the cold air conditioning for a while. Soon, from the young man's cheeks, fingertips, toes, and other places, a faint layer of pink color began to appear.

  What was once ugly has become beautiful.

  The man squatting on the edge of the bathtub gasped, remained silent for three seconds, then stood up, grabbed the soap placed beside the bathtub and threw it onto the belly of the black-haired young man lying in the bathtub with his eyes half-closed, seemingly asleep or awake. After tossing out a sentence "play by yourself", he irresponsibly stood up, turned around without looking back and walked out of the bathroom. However, after walking out of the bathroom, he didn't go far but leaned against the doorframe to smoke another cigarette. Although unwilling to admit it, he was clear that he probably needed some time to calm down.

  About the fact that "for the first time in his past twenty years, he had never had any thoughts of friendship with any man, but this time it was like he went crazy and suddenly had desires"

  Jiang Chuan tried to use a cigarette to save himself from his wonderfully shifted sexual orientation.

  After smoking a cigarette, the man seemed to feel pretty good and was about to light another one to continue being his usual straight-laced self. However, at this moment, he heard splashing sounds coming from the bathroom behind him. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door and peeking inside. To no surprise, he saw someone flailing around in the water-filled bathtub, seemingly determined to accomplish some grand feat overnight: after wetting their pants like a three-month-old baby, they were now attempting to drown themselves in the bathtub like a mischievous three-year-old.

  "Mom, help! My feet are tangled in the water! Grrr... Xu Qianqian planted killer water grass in my swimming pool at home, that cheap person!"

  “……”

  He tossed the unlit cigarette away, and hastily approached the bathtub, turning off the faucet that was still filling it with water. With one strong hand, he grasped the wrist of the young black-haired man who was about to be pulled out of the tub, but what happened next was completely unexpected - the person in the bathtub, who was probably too drunk to distinguish reality from dreams, felt a force coming from the opposite direction as soon as Jiang Chuan grabbed his wrist. Without any preparation, he was suddenly pulled down!

  The towel that was originally wrapped loosely around his waist fell down.

  Along with the "thud" and crashing sounds, a huge splash of water was heard. The large bathtub, which had previously held one person, was now filled to the brim with two people - the man's leg was still outside the tub, while the rest of his body was already submerged in the hot water. Just as he tried to stand up, at this moment, two warm, wet and slippery arms wrapped around his neck like two snakes...

  Jiang Chuan was stunned.

  The large hand stuck to the waist of a young black-haired person moved unintentionally - but ultimately failed to move away from the skin that seemed to be too slippery after soaking in hot water.

  It's as if someone had just applied a strong adhesive to his palm.

  When he lowered his head, he found the person being pressed under him was looking down, unable to see the emotions in his eyes. The man's gaze was quickly drawn to the thin lips that were splashed with hot water and had a faint sheen of moisture. At this moment, it was unclear whether the young man with black hair was grasping at a lifeline in his dreams or if he had already woken up from a nightmare, still shaken. The warm, damp breath carrying a hint of alcohol wafted out of his slightly parted lips and sprayed onto the man's chin.

  Heart racing like thunder.

  The calming effect of that cigarette has vanished into thin air.

  If the person pinned under him at this time pulled out a gun, he might have been killed. Jiang Chuan thought subconsciously, but then he realized that the person below was naked from head to toe, where could they hide a gun?

  Unless he hid the gun in...

  The azure eyes sank suddenly, as Jiang Chuan's imagination ran wild and he realized that his hand, which had been resting on the young man's waist, had unconsciously slid down to his buttocks. He felt the person beneath him let out a faint sigh due to the rough palm of his hand rubbing against their skin...

  His eyes struggled to move, and with great difficulty, he finally managed to shift his gaze away from those lips. The black hair was completely drenched in water, making it a mess without any style, but from the man's angle, under the orange-yellow light of the bathroom, the boundary between the other person's black hair and pale skin on their forehead seemed even more striking than usual.

  The man's hand on the black-haired young man's buttocks tightened slightly, exerting a slight force, intentionally or unintentionally pressing the lower body of the person being pressed against him towards himself... At the same time, he heard the black-haired young man utter a vague murmur, seemingly asking him not to squeeze, it hurt and so on - such a request did not make Jiang Chuan let go of his hand, but instead subconsciously increased the force in his hand.

  He could even feel the muscle that was good to the touch, solid and rich in elasticity change into another shape under his kneading.

  He may also leave a cruel red mark on that fair skin.

  Just thinking about this, Jiang Chuan could feel the crazy factor in his body yelling to shatter reason - the family bloodline was playing its innate instincts in this inappropriate situation, violent, unscrupulous, crazy, as if once locked onto prey it would never shift its target, a hunter that would toy with its prey under its paws before swallowing it whole.

  The man's breathing grew heavier, and this time, in a situation that was almost like an "invitation", he didn't continue to suppress any out-of-bounds thoughts, but let them grow wildly - as soon as he had this consciousness, he almost immediately discovered his own reaction. His organ, which was compared to someone else's "well-behaved" thing, was simply a monster from Mars, and it quickly raised its head. At this time, the leg that was originally left outside the bathtub also retracted into the bathtub - a strong arm supported the edge of the bathtub, and the large bathtub was packed with two adult males, leaving no extra space for them to escape. The black-haired young man's thing was attached to his thigh, his chest was close to his chest, and when the dark skin and absolute whiteness were together, there was a suffocating clear boundary line between the skins.

  "Yuan Jinyan," the man's voice was low and hoarse, sounding particularly menacing, "whether you're dreaming or pretending to be drunk, anyway I've got my gun cocked and ready to fire. This is your last chance—"

  The man's words had not been finished yet.

  The next second, he suddenly felt the arm that was originally wrapped around his neck move, and when he thought the black-haired young man had come to his senses and wanted to push him away, he didn't expect the other party to counterattack with a grab, using a not small amount of strength to fiercely grab his hair.

  Splash!

  In the midst of splashing water, due to the pain transmitted from his scalp, the man was momentarily distracted, and at the same time, the person who was originally pressed under him suddenly burst out with great force and sat up!

  The two of them tumbled over to the other side of the bathtub, and this time their positions changed, with Jiang Chuan being pressed down instead of being on top. This position seemed to excite a certain drunkard even more, his grip on the man's hair not only didn't loosen but became even tighter, and just as Jiang Chuan was about to get angry at his bold behavior, he suddenly felt a shadow flash before his eyes, and in the next second, his lips were fiercely bitten by someone.

  The man slightly opened his eyes and revealed a look of astonishment.

  But soon, this momentary astonishment was gathered up - when the guy on top of him was now carefully drawing his lips with a soft and slippery tongue tip, almost as if he was begging for his permission, the man let out a low laugh from the depths of his chest cavity, and lazily opened his mouth slightly, generously allowing the eager tongue tip at the corner of his lips to drill into his mouth.

  This feeling is really novel for Jiang Chuan.

  It was his first kiss with a man - and at this moment he unexpectedly discovered that the feeling wasn't so bad after all.

  The man leaning against the wall relaxed, allowing the young black-haired man pressing down on him to take control, like a tolerant beast lazily accepting its prey's baring of teeth and claws, only needing to twitch his whiskers.

  For example, like now, when the black-haired young man's tongue tip sweeps over his teeth, hastily entwining with the other's tongue tip, in that instant he doesn't seem so passionate, but very quickly, as he starts to make a "polite" response, he immediately feels the other is losing control - unstable breathing, gradually being occupied by a greedy brain craving more, saliva sliding down his slightly parted lips before he can swallow it. When the black-haired young man gasps for air wanting to extricate himself from this suffocating kiss, he's shocked to find out that at some point he has completely lost dominance...

  It was a kiss that lasted for a very long time.

  There were several times when I thought I would end up dying in this bathtub.

  He almost regretted what he did and came to bother Jiang Chuan after eating his fill.

  It was probably just because of the intoxication, excitement and fun at first.

  Then, just as he heard the man's warning voice telling him that everything was about to go off - at that moment, he seemed to hear something in his mind "crack" and then everything went in a direction he could no longer control.

  I don't remember how we parted ways in the end.

  Nor did I know how the two of them left the bathroom.

  All I remember is the wet water spreading from the bathroom to the bedside of Jiang Chuan's big bed, with water marks on the cups on the bed. As their legs entwined each other, they let the full masculine atmosphere envelop each other, and the sheets made a "rustling" sound as they rubbed against each other. They felt every subtle change in each other's organs, making them even more excited...

  They kept kissing, quietly listening to each other's gasps, as if they had contracted a skin hunger disease and were tightly attached to each other.

  Until both sides were exhausted and fell asleep soundly.

  ……

  He felt as if he had just closed his eyes, only to be woken up by the earth-shattering alarm clock - when he woke up, his head was splitting with pain and his brain was dull and heavy, he suspected that he might have caught a cold.

  When he got out of bed, he wasn't too surprised to find that apart from his headache, his buttocks felt like they had been slapped a hundred times while he was sleeping. As he turned around, he randomly looked back and was shocked to discover that his buttocks were covered in bruises, looking exactly like they had just been abused.

  The culprit was now occupying the other half of the big bed, hearing the alarm clock ringing out to turn it off, turned over, grabbed the quilt and covered himself, and said in a low voice: "What's the delay, isn't Fang Yu telling you to arrive at the company at 7:30?"

  "Indeed:" "………………"

  He still has some memory of what happened last night.

  Yes.

  Even without memory, the stuff on his thigh that had dried and turned milky white could still remind him of what happened - like when Jiang Chuan put their things together, he shouted loudly: "How can you be so big! It's not fair!"

  Above.

  Suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

  He stretched out his hand and pushed the man who was sleeping on the other side of the bed, who was frowning slightly due to lack of sleep: "Hey."

  Jiang Chuan flipped over and covered his head with a pillow.

  Jian Ran stretched out his hand to pull, but the other person's strength was too great. No matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't move the pillow from his face. Jian Ran's temples jumped: "My hangover hasn't passed yet, why did you drive yourself to the company? Get up and take me there."

  Jiang Chuan was silent for three seconds, then pulled down the pillow on his head and turned over to look at Jin Ran: "If a certain someone hadn't covered their butt and screamed crying about defending their chastity at the last minute last night, I might have gotten up out of sympathy and sent him to the company by now. But since things have come to this, all I can say is: no way."

  "...you're the one who screamed and cried."

  Jiang Chuan didn't even bother to deal with him, staring at him expressionlessly for a while before turning around and lying down, saying heartlessly: "I'm going to sleep now, shut up."

  He stretched out his hand to grab him: "Didn't you enjoy it?"

  Jiang Chuan: “......”

  "Old Master: 'I've let you suppress your true nature for so long!'"

  Jiang Chuan's voice came from under the pillow, muffled: "That was the hush money you said yourself, 105,000 yuan, for not exposing to the world that you peed your pants - and besides, it was you who kissed me first."

  "Thus:"

  "Say one more word and I'll throw you out of the window. Alright, goodbye, have a nice day at work."

  Jian Ran: “……………”

  This is the legendary Buluotuo... uh, Buluo.