Wen Yu was drunk like a dead person, extremely, extremely heavy.
If that “Lao Lu” hadn’t come to help, Fu Yuhan really didn’t know how he would have carried him down. That staircase was particularly long, splitting into two paths midway—one side seemed to connect to the bar below, the other was the path Fu Yuhan had taken when he came in.
Admittedly, his strength wasn’t small.
But Wen Yu was even a bit taller than him, and as soon as he tried to lift him, he could tell that although this person looked thin, he had quite a bit of muscle and was quite solid.
The night wind in late October already carried a chill, but by the time he reached downstairs, Fu Yuhan had already worked up a thin layer of sweat.
The body with elevated temperature from drinking covered half of his torso, serving as a “human blanket” for him—it was excessively warm.
“I’ll take him back first then, thank you.” The car stopped by the roadside, and Fu Yuhan turned back to say to Lao Lu, “Please thank Boss Chen for me too.”
“No problem.” Lao Lu said, “Let me help you get him into the car.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Fu Yuhan saw he was sleeping deeply and was afraid Wen Yu would sleep in an awkward position during the ride, so he planned to put him in the front seat. However, what he didn’t expect was that just as he was stuffing the person into the car with Lao Lu’s help and was about to fasten his seatbelt, the person who had been sleeping as if dead suddenly moved.
Two dangling arms suddenly tightened, encircling Fu Yuhan’s neck so he couldn’t move, hot breath spraying against his neck. Wen Yu closed his eyes and murmured: “Mm… don’t go…”
Fu Yuhan: “…”
Wen Yu’s grip was surprisingly strong; he almost thought his neck was about to break.
“Let go,” Fu Yuhan gritted his teeth and tried to pry off his arms, “…Yu-ge!”
Unfortunately, calling him “ge” was useless. The drunk was thoroughly drunk and hadn’t woken up at all, just kept murmuring while pulling the person into his arms, as if Fu Yuhan himself were some oversized pillow that had to be placed under his head for him to sleep peacefully.
Lao Lu secretly smiled on Fu Yuhan’s side, cleared his throat and said: “Cough, how about… you two sit in the back together.”
“…That works too… cough cough…” Fu Yuhan nearly suffocated, but strangely, when he prepared to get the person out of the front seat and put his hands under Wen Yu’s armpits to hold his back, those two iron-hoop-like arms around his neck suddenly loosened a bit.
“…Don’t go…”
“Okay, okay, not going,” Fu Yuhan said helplessly, “Just speak properly, don’t strangle my neck.”
Lao Lu helped from the side. Fu Yuhan helped him out and brought him to the back seat, stuffing him in the same way, then got in himself.
Lao Lu closed the car door for him and waved goodbye.
Fu Yuhan also waved.
He gave the address, the driver stepped on the gas, and the surrounding street scenery began to rapidly retreat.
Once in the car, Wen Yu behaved again. Apart from holding Fu Yuhan tightly, he didn’t make any other moves. He rested his head against Fu Yuhan’s neck and slept soundly.
The neck area connecting to behind the ear was a very sensitive region. Fu Yuhan frowned and tilted his head to the other side.
Unfortunately, such movement couldn’t avoid that person’s dog-like movements and breathing.
Ticklish and tingly.
It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, just awkward.
Although Fu Yuhan had no other feelings toward Wen Yu, he was still a man after all, and his sexual orientation wasn’t straight. This position was truly torturous for him, but he couldn’t reason with a drunk person.
His right hand, which wasn’t pinned down, rested on the car door, fingers spread open, then clenched into a fist, repeating this several times.
He was trying hard to endure, to prevent his body from undergoing any uncontrolled strange changes, while considering the possibility of knocking the person unconscious with one punch to solve the problem.
Fu Yuhan had never been so grateful for a driver’s wild driving. He felt that if it weren’t for the fast speed in the middle of the night, he would either die from endurance or rise up to kill someone from endurance.
“Alright, we’re home.”
Finally seeing the entrance to Wen Yu’s residential complex, Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief. He supported the person getting out of the car: “Yu-ge? Wake up, we’re home.”
His words might have had some magic power—the drunk actually slowly opened his eyes a crack and squinted at him for a long while.
“Yu-ge?” Fu Yuhan looked at him, three parts surprised and three parts uncertain, “Are you awake?”
The drunk suddenly smiled and said in a muffled voice: “It’s you…”
“Yes, it’s…!??”
Before he could say “me,” Fu Yuhan was directly embraced face-to-face by Wen Yu. The voice that had been drinking was low, hoarse and dry. Wen Yu mumbled in his ear: “I missed you…”
That tone seemed to carry electricity, making Fu Yuhan shiver violently.
“…” He swallowed and tried hard to resist the urge to get goosebumps, “Yu-ge? Are you really awake? Who do you think I am?”
“No one…” Wen Yu buried his head down, forehead against his shoulder, “I’m not drunk…”
…
It seemed he was very drunk indeed.
Fu Yuhan sighed and decided to work a bit harder himself, no longer arguing with Wen Yu: “Can you walk? Let’s go home.”
Wen Yu didn’t let go the whole way. Fu Yuhan could only be held by him while pushing him backward to walk. Fortunately, this person’s two legs could still follow along with a couple of steps, which made things much easier for Fu Yuhan.
Although being held by another man really made Fu Yuhan uncomfortable—he didn’t like others touching him to begin with—seeing Wen Yu’s distressed state, he silently swallowed back his belly full of curses.
Before tonight, he thought he understood Wen Yu quite well.
But now seeing Wen Yu’s reaction after drinking, he probably wasn’t heartless, just perhaps… hiding his feelings too deeply?
He didn’t know who Wen Yu was hiding feelings for, but Fu Yuhan himself had been secretly in love for many years, so he couldn’t help but empathize now.
How pitiful.
He shook his head and supported Wen Yu’s back with one hand.
The path from the residential complex to the apartment building had never felt so long.
Fortunately, the moonlight was nice tonight, and Fu Yuhan’s sympathy was just barely enough.
He struggled to bring the person to the front door. The door was locked, so Fu Yuhan thought for three seconds and reached his hand into Wen Yu’s pants pocket. The casual pants Wen Yu was wearing had deep, large pockets. Reaching in to feel for the keys gave him the illusion of touching the other person’s thigh, which was incredibly awkward. What made it worse was that the pocket’s owner wouldn’t cooperate with his attempts to avoid contact, constantly trying to press against him.
If you live long enough, you’ll see all kinds of strange sights.
Like Wen Yu being clingy when drunk—
Finally finding the keys, Fu Yuhan was about to reach enlightenment. He unlocked the door and pulled the person inside, just wanting to quickly get him onto the bed and then leave immediately.
Unfortunately, his thinking seemed a bit too optimistic.
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Wen Yu felt like he had slept for a very long time. It had been quite a while since he’d slept so well.
However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he sensed something was wrong—the room was somewhat bright.
How could he possibly sleep without drawing the curtains… wait, last night he seemed to have gone to the boss’s place to drink… but this was clearly his own… bed…
The moment he realized there seemed to be something alive under his arm, Wen Yu quickly opened his eyes wide and bounced up from the bed: “…Fuck?”
His movement was quite loud. Fu Yuhan, who hadn’t been sleeping soundly to begin with, frowned and opened his eyes, squinting at him against the daylight from the window: “Mm?”
Fu Yuhan wasn’t fully awake, his voice heavy with sleep, sounding inexplicably alluring.
Wen Yu immediately felt uncomfortable: “…Why are you here? Didn’t you go home?”
“You really have the nerve to ask me…” Fu Yuhan coughed twice and turned over. He had originally been sleeping in an awkward position lying on his stomach. After a whole night, not only was his neck about to break, but half his body was numb. He turned to face up, eyes closed, murmuring: “Yesterday I don’t know who kept saying ‘don’t go’ to me…”
Wen Yu: “…”
That sounded quite ambiguous. After saying it, Fu Yuhan also felt something was wrong. He paused and added: “Yesterday Boss Chen called me, said you were drunk and asked me to pick you up. After I brought you back and wanted to go home, you kept holding onto me and shouting ‘don’t go’… Did you mistake me for someone else?”
Saying yes wasn’t right, saying no was even more wrong.
Wen Yu was speechless, stunned for three seconds before saying: “I don’t know, I have no memory of it.”
“If you’re going to black out, don’t drink so much.” Fu Yuhan’s eyelids were irritated by the daylight, he frowned and said hoarsely, “Can you draw the curtains… Yesterday you wouldn’t let me get out of bed so I couldn’t help you draw the curtains…”
Fuck, phrases like “wouldn’t let me get out of bed” were really too stimulating.
Wen Yu jumped off the bed as if startled and pulled the curtains shut in one motion.
“Thanks…” Fu Yuhan mumbled, “I want to sleep a bit more.”
“Sleep then.” Wen Yu said.
He stood there in a daze for a long time, until Fu Yuhan’s breathing became steady, before he finally took his first step.
Wen Yu found his phone somewhat dazedly and looked—it was just after seven in the morning. Although Fu Yuhan always got up early, he usually took time to nap during the day, so feeling sleepy now was quite normal.
Besides, taking care of a drunk person was probably no easy task.
It was good that he was sleeping, it gave Wen Yu a chance to calm down properly.
Wen Yu had always been very restrained and had never gotten drunk before. He really didn’t know he could do such embarrassing things when blacked out.
And he had embarrassed himself in front of Fu Yuhan.
As his memory returned and previous events connected, he could guess without thinking that the person was probably brought by the boss to stir up trouble, which meant the boss had probably also seen him make a fool of himself.
And the boss’s boyfriend too.
Wen Yu painfully grabbed his hair, and before being mocked, he decided to strike first. He immediately opened WeChat and sent a string of question marks to the boss.
The boss didn’t reply, probably still sleeping. After sending the message, Wen Yu fell into confusion once again—what should he do?
More than being mocked by Fu Yuhan, he was worried about himself.
The bit of courage gathered through alcohol seemed particularly easy to collapse, especially in front of this person. For the first time, he felt so helpless about something.
A direct confession wouldn’t work.
So what should he do?
Thinking of this, Wen Yu unconsciously turned his head to glance at Fu Yuhan. The other person was sleeping peacefully, his eyelashes covering his fair face, looking particularly well-behaved.
Being able to see the word “well-behaved” from Fu Yuhan’s cold face—if people like Chu Lei or Sun Wenrui heard this, they’d probably be scared enough to jump around like firecrackers. But Wen Yu really felt this way.
Beneath this person’s hard exterior was wrapped a particularly soft, particularly clean and harmless interior. When looking at him, Wen Yu often felt a tranquility where all his sharp thoughts that feared the world wasn’t chaotic enough would settle down.
Fu Yuhan was truly good, and he was truly trash.
How had he not discovered earlier that he liked him so much.
Wen Yu stared at him in a daze for a while.
After a long moment, he got up from the bed, preparing to take a shower.
Fu Yuhan wasn’t like him—he didn’t like playing pranks on people while they slept. After sleeping through the night, neither of them had taken off their clothes, and they were already wrinkled along with the bedding. Wen Yu couldn’t stand this and planned to calm down while showering.
It was clearly half-cool weather, but after entering the bathroom, he stubbornly turned on the cold water.
The icy shower water washed away the common embarrassment men’s bodies experienced in the morning. After Wen Yu finished showering and put on clothes, he dried his hair while planning to brush his teeth—
Then, beside his own toothbrush cup, he saw Fu Yuhan’s used toothbrush, cup, and razor.
So natural, as if they were living together.
…Fuck.
It was as if Wen Yu had only just woken up. He belatedly realized that while he was unconscious, he had held Fu Yuhan.
…
He had absolutely no memory of it.
Wasn’t that… a huge loss?
Wen Yu was stunned for five seconds, quickly brushed his teeth, and ran back to the room.
His originally rapid steps slowed down as he approached the bed. Wen Yu moved closer bit by bit, staring at Fu Yuhan’s sleeping face, licking his lips.
The night before, dragging him from the living room sofa into the bedroom hadn’t woken him up, so secretly hugging him now… would be okay, right?
Wen Yu contemplated the success rate of acting like a rogue.
However, just then, Fu Yuhan’s phone rang, and he immediately opened his eyes.
Wen Yu: “…”
Fu Yuhan had just opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment. While reaching for his phone, he asked: “Why are you standing here watching me?”
Wen Yu shook his head and gestured with his chin, indicating for him to answer the phone.
“Hello?” Fu Yuhan answered the phone with a puzzled expression.
A man’s voice could faintly be heard from the other end. The person seemed to say something, and then Wen Yu saw Fu Yuhan’s drowsy expression suddenly widen, then his expression quickly turned cold, his right hand hanging at his side unconsciously clenching into a fist.
Wen Yu suddenly woke up from some unrealistic fantasy.
Fu Yuhan had once said something to him.
He said—”If you truly like someone, you’ll know what to do, because the desire to be good to them is instinctive.”
Strangely, even though he hadn’t heard the content of the phone call, this sentence appeared in his mind due to some intuition, carrying a somewhat inappropriate meaning.
Wen Yu suddenly crouched down, looking up at Fu Yuhan from beside the bed.
Almost as an instinctive reaction, Fu Yuhan’s cold gaze swept over, carrying some inquiry.
Wen Yu lowered his head, reached out his hand, and pried open Fu Yuhan’s clenched right fist finger by finger, then held it.
It wasn’t interlocking fingers—at the crucial moment, Wen Yu still retreated somewhat.
Interlocking fingers was too intimate after all; their relationship hadn’t reached that point yet.
He just gripped his hand tightly, then looked at him and silently mouthed two words.
“It’s okay.”
Fu Yuhan was stunned.
After a moment, he lowered his eyelids and gripped Wen Yu’s hand back. This action seemed to give him some confidence. Fu Yuhan took a deep breath and finally said his first words to the person on the other end of the phone.
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