SDVPP Chapter 75

Originally, after climbing the mountain today, they were supposed to go play at the nearby Chunshan, but Chi Han had been acting absent-minded all along. Rong Xu looked at him and secretly frowned, his mood growing increasingly restless.

Taking advantage of a moment, Rong Xu made a phone call to his assistant.

Because the surveillance cameras installed at Lianhua Temple were few and they were outdated equipment, the recorded videos were time-sensitive; basically, batches would be deleted every two hours.

The video that recorded Chi Han’s whereabouts happened to be deleted just before the assistant arrived. Now, he was contacting the relevant technicians to handle it.

As the city lights began to glow, the sky grew foggy and it started to snow.

Chi Han put both hands in his pockets and exhaled, the breath instantly turning into white mist.

He stomped his foot, then turned his head to look at Rong Xu and said, “It’s snowing. Shall we go home?”

Rong Xu patted the snow off his head and nodded.

The two slowly walked toward the parking lot, leaving a trail of footprints on the pristine snow.

Chi Han glanced back; their deep and shallow footprints accompanied each other, just like the path they had walked together.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Xu looked at Chi Han and followed his gaze back.

“Nothing,” Chi Han smiled slightly and shook his head. “It’s so cold, makes me want to eat hotpot when we get back.”

Rong Xu tilted his head to glance at the footprints on the ground, as if understanding something. His eyes instantly softened. He rubbed Chi Han’s ear, which had grown a bit chilly from the wind, then said softly, “Okay.”

…

At home, there were ready ingredients, and even a barbecue grill.

Rong Xu started heating water in the pot and poured in the base seasoning.

Both of them could handle spicy food well, so they just made a spicy hotpot.

According to Chi Han’s exact words, plain broth was boring and lacked flavor.

The hotpot was placed on the table by the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the glass, inside it was warm as spring, while outside, the heavy snow was falling.

Looking at it, it surprisingly had a poetic feeling.

Chi Han sat down to enjoy the snowy view for a while. As if suddenly remembering something, he stood up, took a few steps to the kitchen, and took several cans of beer from the refrigerator.

Hotpot must be paired with beer!

And it has to be cold!

Rong Xu brought out various plates of vegetables and dipping sauces. The vegetables were fresh and just needed washing before dipping into the pot.

Chi Han’s lunch had digested early, and now his stomach was almost growling from hunger.

He picked up his chopsticks and quickly called out to Rong Xu, “Come on, come on, the pot is boiling, I’m putting the meat in!”

Rong Xu prepared both their dipping sauces and took a light sip from a beer can.

He rarely drank alcohol, simply because he didn’t like the numb feeling it gave his nerves.

But being with Chi Han, doing anything felt joyful.

“Is it too cold? Why don’t you take a warm one instead?”

Chi Han had just dipped half a plate of meat into the pot when he suddenly looked up and said.

Drinking ice-cold beer on a snowy day, Rong Xu’s stomach might start feeling uncomfortable soon.

Rong Xu shook his head, set the beer down, his eyes curved with a smile: “It’s fine, once in a while won’t hurt.”

“Alright, but if you don’t feel well, then don’t drink anymore.”

Chi Han popped open the can with a “pop” and took a small sip.

Just then, the meat was cooked. He picked up more than half a bowl to give to Rong Xu, putting the rest into his own bowl.

With beer and meat, plus the chance to watch the snow, it was like a fairy tale.

Rong Xu looked at the thin slices of lamb nearly overflowing in his small bowl, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

After running around all day, both were hungry. Being two men, the meat on the table quickly disappeared after three plates.

When Rong Xu went to fetch a few more plates of meat and returned, Chi Han had already opened a second can of beer.

“I remember you weren’t able to drink much before,” Rong Xu said, setting the plates down and lifting his eyes to look at Chi Han’s still clear gaze, “Today is different from what I expected.”

Chi Han smiled with satisfaction and added another plate of shrimp paste balls: “Times have changed. I’ve trained myself this past year. From now on, call me the God of Wine.”

Rong Xu’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile bright as a clear sky, but his tone grew a little cold: “Who did you go drinking with?”

Chi Han’s eyes fixed on the meatballs and shrimp paste in the pot. He instinctively licked the tip of his chopsticks and blurted out, “With Yin Hao, and some others from the dorm.”

The corner of Rong Xu’s eyes curved upward, like a sting at the tip of a tail.

Hundreds of miles away, Yin Hao suddenly shivered, unable to hold his chopsticks steady.

The diners nearby all glanced at him strangely, thinking this person had suddenly fallen ill.

Half an hour later, there were two empty cans in front of Chi Han.

Rong Xu closed his eyes, grasped Chi Han’s hand again as it reached up, and cleared from his mind the recent nonsense about being a “God of Wine”.

He would have to be crazy to believe Chi Han’s words.

Chi Han squinted, pinched Rong Xu’s cheek, and leaned his whole body closer.

“So handsome, hehe…”

Rong Xu: “…”

“Are you full? Got a headache? Want to take a shower?”

Rong Xu turned off the pot, picked Chi Han up, and headed upstairs. The jade dice on his wrist swung gently with his movements, lightly tapping Chi Han’s back.

Chi Han’s two hands wrapped around Rong Xu’s neck. He wasn’t actually very drunk, just a little out of control.

Basically, whatever his mind thought, his body acted on immediately.

For example, right now, he was gently licking Rong Xu’s Adam’s apple, even rubbing it twice with the tip of his teeth.

Rong Xu tightened his arms around him, his Adam’s apple rolling quickly twice.

“Stop messing around.”

Chi Han half-opened his eyes to look at him, then, after a moment, smiled brightly and fearlessly bit down again.

A trace of restraint flickered in Rong Xu’s eyes. He sighed and let Chi Han fool around.

“Want to take a shower?”

After laying Chi Han on the bed, Rong Xu rummaged through the cabinet for clean clothes. Seeing Chi Han shake his head, he quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower.

If he didn’t wash soon, he was going to lose control and do something.

By now, Chi Han’s mind was a bit clearer, but his body was too weak and lazy to move.

He sprawled out flat on the bed, looking sideways toward the bathroom, listening to the faint sound of running water. Unintentionally, some inappropriate images popped into his mind, making the tips of his ears blush.

Chi Han covered his face, but the corners of his lips kept curling up.

The alcohol made him a little excited, and his mind kept jumping to colorful, suggestive scenes.

Rong Xu, worried that Chi Han might feel uncomfortable, calmed down a bit and put on clothes before coming out.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Chi Han sitting on the bed, staring blankly toward the bathroom. He furrowed his brow, took a few steps forward, and touched Chi Han’s forehead: “What’s wrong? Feeling uncomfortable already?”

Chi Han’s nose was full of Rong Xu’s scent. He looked at him steadily for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out and pulled him down, and the two tumbled onto the bed together.

Rong Xu: “?”

Before he could react, Chi Han clasped the back of Rong Xu’s head with both hands and kissed him wildly.

He tilted his head, licking the corner of Rong Xu’s lips, eagerly pressing inward, his palms burning hot.

Rong Xu paused briefly, then immediately took control. He pinned Chi Han down with his long legs, his right hand supporting himself by the side of Chi Han’s ear, as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

After who knew how long, Rong Xu released Chi Han, their foreheads pressed together, trying hard to steady his breathing.

He could clearly feel that he was already responding.

He couldn’t let it go on any longer.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Rong Xu said, catching his breath and slowly sitting up. Chi Han clung to his neck like an octopus, refusing to let go. He helplessly patted Chi Han’s butt and laughed, “Let go, or I’ll have to bully you soon.”

Usually, at this moment, Chi Han would loosen his grip. But today, he showed no sign of letting go at all.

“If you’re going to bully me, then bully me…” Chi Han half-opened his eyes. Suddenly, the wish plaque he saw that morning flashed in his mind. He bit his lip, his throat slightly dry, “It’s not like it’s someone else anyway.”

Rong Xu’s body trembled, his voice husky. His dark eyes reddened slightly: “Chi Han, I’ll take you seriously.”

Chi Han bit down firmly on Rong Xu’s shoulder. Fueled by the alcohol and a rush of heat, he reached out and pulled down Rong Xu’s sleep shorts, recklessly touching the black fabric beneath.

Rong Xu couldn’t help but gasp sharply: “…”

Pinned down on the bed, Chi Han still shouted, “Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights! Turn off the lights!”

Annoyed, Rong Xu bit his lower lip, propped himself up, and switched off the bedside lamp. Only the faint glow of the night outside the window remained in the room.

Chi Han couldn’t see clearly, so he could only kiss Rong Xu back based on feeling.

Rong Xu guided his hand slowly downward, lowered his head to take Chi Han’s raised chin in his mouth, then gently licked along the slender side of his neck. His voice was full of desire and temptation, making the other half of the body go numb without realizing it.

“Chi Han, love me.”

Chi Han’s hazy mind held onto only those words. He straightened up, a tear falling from the corner of his eye, his soul trembling.

Snow swirled through the air as fireworks burst open mid-sky, scattering brilliant light across the night scene.

The numbers on the bedside night light just changed to midnight.

Rong Xu gathered Chi Han into his arms, his hand gently brushing across the sweat-dampened forehead before placing a kiss as tender as possible.

“Chi Han, happy New Year.”

Half-asleep, half-awake, Chi Han heard him. The corners of his lips curled up as he murmured softly, “Happy New Year.”

This time, he was no longer alone.

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