CHAPTER 27 PART 2
He looked up to see Jin Yanliu.
Jin Yanliu said to Yan Huihua, “You go sit over there, I’ll chat with Director Zhang.”
Yan Huihua hesitated, and Jin Yanliu patted his shoulder. Yan Huihua got up and sat down next to Zhou Beiyang.
Jin Yanliu sat down, “Come on, Director Zhang, let me keep you company and have a drink.”
Director Zhang laughed awkwardly and quickly picked up his glass, feeling a gaze sweeping over him, and looked up to see Zhou Beiyang sitting opposite, raising his glass at him with a smile.
Across a few people, Lu Yao suddenly got up, glass in hand, “I’ll have a drink with Director Zhang too.”
The two old hands, toasting and persuading, soon had Director Zhang drunk and passed out.
Director Zhang, deluded by beauty, never refused the advances of handsome men, and in the end, he was drunk unconscious. Lu Yao put down his glass and cursed under his breath, “Shameless old thing.”
Jin Yanliu looked up and smiled at him.
He didn’t expect Lu Yao to have a side that matched his temperament.
The two of them suddenly became closer, and on the way back, they were in the same car, and Lu Yao started gossiping about Director Zhang, “Compared to those big bosses, he’s one of the less perverted ones, but the disgusting thing about him is that he likes to get handsy. I had a drama before, and he went to the bathroom with one of our new actors, and directly scared the kid to tears.”
Jin Yanliu smiled and asked, “Has anyone tried to exploit you?”
Lu Yao said, “If I was willing to accept exploitation, would I have ended up like this?”
Jin Yanliu laughed, and Lu Yao irritatedly said, “Believe it or don’t believe it.”
“Why wouldn’t I believe it, I know your temperament,” because they were rivals, they could actually talk quite openly, “I really have to thank you today.”
“I can drink normally,” Lu Yao said.
“Even if you can drink a lot, you should still drink less, be careful someone doesn’t slip something in and you’ll be done for.”
“I haven’t encountered anyone that bad yet,” Lu Yao said, “Dare to drug me, play with me, he’ll be done for too.”
Zhou Beiyang sat next to them, listening to their back-and-forth chat, finding it quite fascinating.
He could feel that the two of them were getting along very well.
In fact, Jin Yanliu and Lu Yao had similar temperaments, just that Lu Yao was more impatient, while Jin Yanliu was more casual.
Back at the hotel, Jin Yanliu said to Zhou Beiyang, “I’m quite fond of Lu Yao now.”
Seeing Lu Yao actually made him think of the scar on Zhou Beiyang’s brow, and then remember Zhou Beiyang fighting for him. This feeling was real, built step by step over the years. Jin Yanliu didn’t want them to be so unpleasant because of Yan Huihua.
He wanted to have a good talk with Zhou Beiyang.
But as for how to have the conversation, he thought about it for a while, directly telling Zhou Beiyang to sit down and have a heart-to-heart was too serious, and not their usual way of interacting. He thought for a moment and asked Zhou Beiyang, “Are you in a hurry to sleep?”
Zhou Beiyang looked at him.
Jin Yanliu said, “Don’t be in a hurry to sleep, help me with a massage, I don’t know if I strained something in the past few days of training, my back has been a bit painful lately.”
As he massaged, they chatted.
Their relationship finally returned to normal, and Zhou Beiyang had been worried that they would become estranged.
After all, the loss of control last night, he felt he had exposed a bit too much.
He said, “Maybe we should go to the hospital and check it out, in case it’s a sprain.”
“It’s fine, you give me a massage.”
He took off his upper body clothes and lay down on the sofa, letting Zhou Beiyang massage him.
Perhaps he was extremely tired, his muscles were so sore that just a casual kneading and pressing felt very soothing to him.
Zhou Beiyang’s hands grasped his waist, and when he applied force, the veins on the back of his hand would protrude. His fingers were long, and his palms were large, fully spread out, he could almost completely encompass Jin Yanliu’s waist.
Jin Yanliu’s waist was very slender, proportionate and resilient, the waist of a handsome young man in his twenties. His body was well-proportioned, not fat nor thin. Lying there, he seemed to be in blissful comfort, and his expression was infinitely alluring. Zhou Beiyang stared at Jin Yanliu’s face, wanting to engrave this look in his mind.
He thought that if one day he could sleep with Jin Yanliu, he would definitely stare at Jin Yanliu’s face the entire time, not missing a single subtle change in his expression because of himself. If Jin Yanliu was shy or unwilling, he would firmly grip his chin and make him face him.
That must be an expression that would make him die for him.
But this expression that should have belonged to him alone was seen by Yan Huihua.
Thinking about this, his rationality was lost again, and the jealousy burned fiercely, unbearable. He lowered his head to look at his own hands, then imagined Yan Huihua’s hands, also caressing Jin Yanliu’s arms, legs, shoulders, neck. The two of them seemed to have a bit of interest in each other, perhaps doing even more than that.
Was there a kiss?
Would they lose control and embrace each other?
The more he thought about it, the more sinister he became, completely unable to control his mind. He pressed his thin lips tightly, and a drop of sweat slid down from his shortened sideburns.
He had overestimated himself, or perhaps he had underestimated the degree of his pathological condition. He had already become a possessive and obsessive lover. His desire to possess Jin Yanliu completely was pathological.
Jin Yanliu had let Zhou Beiyang massage him before, but he felt that Zhou Beiyang’s hands were different from before.
Those hands seemed to be full of aggression, the fingers pushing into his flesh, Zhou Beiyang clenching his fists, using the protruding knuckles to knead his waist.
He turned his head and saw that Zhou Beiyang’s brows and eyes were tightly knit.
“Is the strength enough, do you want me to use a bit more force?” Zhou Beiyang asked in a low, hoarse voice.
But Jin Yanliu’s phone suddenly rang at this moment, and he tried to get up to get the phone, but Zhou Beiyang pressed him down, “I’ll get it.”
He got up and took the phone, but saw the caller ID.
It was Yan Huihua.
Zhou Beiyang directly handed the phone to him.
Jin Yanliu saw it was Yan Huihua and, for some reason, suddenly felt nervous. He lay on the sofa and answered the call, “Hello?”
“You’re not asleep, are you? I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you free now?” Yan Huihua said softly.
Before Jin Yanliu could respond, he suddenly felt Zhou Beiyang’s hand tightly squeeze his flesh. He let out an “Ah” and his body trembled. He immediately pushed Zhou Beiyang away, but Zhou Beiyang then pressed down on him, snatching the phone and coldly saying to Yan Huihua, “Sorry, he’s busy right now.”
The call was abruptly disconnected, and Yan Huihua’s heart raced.
That sound from Jin Yanliu, seeming to be a mix of pain and pleasure, sounded particularly…
He couldn’t help but recall a famous adult joke about a woman calling her husband while moaning in the background.
Jin Yanliu’s phone was thrown to the ground, and Zhou Beiyang’s 145-pound body was still pressing down on him. Jin Yanliu pushed with all his strength, but couldn’t budge him at all. “What are you doing?”
Zhou Beiyang leaned in close to his ear and said, “Don’t pay attention to him.”
“He might be wanting to talk to me about work,” Jin Yanliu said.
“If you care about me, just don’t talk to him. Don’t like him,” Zhou Beiyang said.
Jin Yanliu couldn’t move. He and Zhou Beiyang had always been close, but their current position was too strange. He furrowed his brow and looked back at Zhou Beiyang, whose face was slightly flushed and eyes moist. Seeing someone so familiar up close, there was a sense of unfamiliarity, and it was this unfamiliarity that made Jin Yanliu suddenly feel the love and desire in Zhou Beiyang’s eyes.
So intense, so scorching.
His mind went blank. Zhou Beiyang abruptly got up from him, looking nervous and wary as he stared at Jin Yanliu.
Jin Yanliu remained silent, not saying a word. He looked at Zhou Beiyang, then averted his gaze, then looked at Zhou Beiyang again.
He confirmed it this time, no longer just suspecting. His body was far more honest than any words – this was no longer just a mix of two emotions, but a love interwoven with desire.
This secret was like a suddenly breached river, the thousand-mile dam collapsing in an instant.
Damn it!
Imposter, please come and possess me now!
He stood up, pushing his bangs back, not knowing how to react. How to cover this up, so they could continue being brothers.
Zhou Beiyang’s brows and eyes were also tense, his tightly pursed lips betraying the turmoil within him. He got up from the sofa and asked, “I had the fatty buy your favorite ice cream, and he should have put it in the fridge for you. Do you want to eat it?”
…
This was his attempt to skip over this matter.
This was the best solution at the moment. Jin Yanliu “hmm”ed.
Zhou Beiyang then went to the fridge.
Jin Yanliu turned to look at him. Zhou Beiyang was wearing a dark gray T-shirt and black casual pants, his white and sturdy ankles exposed. His upright back was dignified and clean.
He took a tub of ice cream and a box of strawberries out of the fridge, then went to the kitchen counter, slicing the strawberries into pieces. The juicy strawberries stained his white fingertips red. As he did this, he was particularly calm and collected, as if the man who had just been pressing down on Jin Yanliu was not him.
After finishing, Zhou Beiyang handed the strawberry ice cream to Jin Yanliu.
Jin Yanliu took it and scooped up a spoonful to eat.
“This is the strawberry ice cream you like the most,” Zhou Beiyang said.
The strawberry flavor in the ice cream wasn’t strong enough, so he had added fresh strawberry pieces.
Jin Yanliu felt that Zhou Beiyang was acting a bit off, and the atmosphere was strange. No, Zhou Beiyang had not skipped over this matter at all. On the contrary, during the time he was making the ice cream, he was making a decision.
Jin Yanliu looked up at Zhou Beiyang.
“I also really like this flavor,” Zhou Beiyang said, then directly kissed him.
Jin Yanliu tightly pressed his lips together and raised the ice cream in his hand, smearing it all over Zhou Beiyang’s face.
Zhou Beiyang: “…”
The ice cream fell to the floor. Jin Yanliu reached out and wiped some of it off Zhou Beiyang’s T-shirt, using his most arrogant and cool tone to cover the shock in his heart. “Before I get angry, get out. I’ll just pretend…”
Zhou Beiyang suddenly cupped his face and interrupted him, licking the strawberry-stained ice cream at the corner of his mouth.
Jin Yanliu was completely stunned. Zhou Beiyang took advantage of his vulnerability and seized the opportunity to kiss him. Zhou Beiyang’s eyes were red, with tears glistening, but his grip was incredibly strong, as if this was the only chance he would have.
