Zhou Ruo An’s mouth was blocked. The not-so-soft touch ground against his lips. Lin Yi’s kisses were just like the man himself—slow and measured, yet impossible to resist. Beneath that calm exterior was nothing but roughness and tyranny.
Just like how he could have easily invaded Zhou Ruo An’s mouth, yet instead chose to hook a finger against his jaw and pry his teeth apart. “So if you take the medicine, you’ll forget the entire process afterward?”
The man’s gaze darkened. “Then I can really let loose and play.”
Then he gave a cold command. “Stick your tongue out. Let me bite it once.”
Zhou Ruo An regretted it. He should have taken two pills instead. Then he wouldn’t have those occasional moments of clarity—or those flashes of anger and humiliation.
And yet, once desire took complete control, Zhou Ruo An still obediently listened. He opened his mouth and slowly extended that softness—something meant to be thoroughly savored, chewed on, devoured. All he could do was instinctively nestle into the man’s embrace. He was very practiced at this movement now: don’t be stiff, be willing, lightly cling to the man’s shoulders, passionate and proactive.
Zhou Ruo An no longer knew how he had returned to Room 1601. He only knew that the large bed in the room went untouched the entire night.
He sat in a chair with the backs of his knees resting against the armrests. His eyes were blindfolded with a necktie, his head tilted back. Because of the fingers invading him, he was forced to keep his mouth open, constantly swallowing large amounts of saliva.
In one extremely brief moment of clarity, Zhou Ruo An pulled the tie away from his eyes. As his vision gradually adjusted to the light, he saw Lin Yi standing before him.
Tall, strong, broad, solid—his young body brimmed with explosive strength. And now all of that inexhaustible brute force was being fully unleashed. The chair had been pushed little by little from the center of the room all the way to the window, pressed against the sill, with nowhere left to retreat.
The force landed even harder now. Zhou Ruo An endured it outright and could only beg silently for mercy with his eyes.
Lin Yi remained unmoved. A faint viciousness showed in his expression as he slowly withdrew the fingers from Zhou Ruo An’s mouth and said coldly, “What does it feel like to be called husband by someone else? Young Master Zhou should say it once too. Let me experience it.”
Unfortunately, this happened to coincide with one of Zhou Ruo An’s fleeting moments of clarity.
“No.” His refusal was absolute. “Lin Yi, keep dreaming.”
Lin Yi’s expression darkened. He took the necktie draped over the back of the chair and tied it around Zhou Ruo An’s neck. Holding the loose end in one hand, he gave it a hard tug. “Dreams are still worth having. What if one comes true?”
Zhou Ruo An could no longer remember whether he had ultimately called Lin Yi “husband.” Probably not. He had clenched his teeth the entire night and refused to speak again—except when Lin Yi forcefully kissed him…
……
The next morning, Zhou Ruo An was awakened by the ringing of his phone.
When he lifted his heavy eyelids, the room was pitch-black except for the glowing indicator light of the air conditioner. Twenty-five degrees—the exact temperature Zhou Ruo An liked.
Other than the irritating ringtone, the room was silent. Lin Yi had probably already left. Zhou Ruo An let out a breath of relief.
His entire body ached with weakness and pain. Curled beneath the silky blanket, he reached out and found the phone beside the pillow.
The call was from Ren Yu. Nothing major—just the usual work report.
Zhou Ruo An’s throat was hoarse. He responded perfunctorily a few times before hanging up. Just as he was about to turn off the screen, he noticed a message from Lin Yi.
A voice message. Not long—only ten seconds.
He stared at the sender’s name for a long time before lightly tapping the screen. The audio track began to play, and Zhou Ruo An heard his own low whimpering.
“What did you call me?” Then came Lin Yi’s voice.
Zhou Ruo An’s temples throbbed. A fragmented memory suddenly broke through the barriers in his mind—that moment when he had been most helpless, most unable to endure any more. Lin Yi’s relentless assault had bordered on insanity. Zhou Ruo An had no strength left even to beg for mercy. The empty room had been filled only with his low whimpers. Lin Yi had tightened the tie in his hand another notch, pulling him closer before asking again, “An An, what should you call me?”
Holding the phone, Zhou Ruo An shuddered violently and hurried to pause the audio—but he was still too late.
He heard his own voice: weak, soft, even carrying a trace of ingratiating submission.
“…Husband.”
“Say it again.”
“Husband.”
“Who’s your husband?”
“You, Lin Yi.”
“Fuck!” The phone was violently thrown to the floor. Zhou Ruo An’s expression instantly sharpened as he looked toward the chair by the window. The wrinkled necktie still hung over the backrest like a noose, slowly torturing what little dignity he had left.
But after only a moment, Zhou Ruo An slowly reached down and picked up the phone from the carpet. The anger on his face receded like a tide, replaced instead by a dark gloom.
The phone had not broken and still worked normally. Lin Yi’s chat window was opened again. Zhou Ruo An pressed the voice-message button and brought the microphone to his lips.
“That girl called me ‘husband’ once, and I willingly paid five hundred thousand for it. Brother Lin won’t be stingy either, right? I’ll leave the acquisition of the electronics factory to you.”
The reply came quickly. The steady male voice revealed no emotion. “The person who set up Shao Chen Feng is Jiao Feng, the youngest son of the chairman of Guangyu Real Estate. He has a secret base where he does all kinds of illegal and filthy things. If those things were exposed, ten years in prison probably wouldn’t be a problem.”
Another voice message followed immediately after: “Go talk to Shao Chen Feng. Tell him that if he wants revenge, he should sell the company to you.”
Zhou Ruo An’s mind spun rapidly as he pressed the voice-message button again. “Is there any risk involved in this?”
“You’re worried about me?”
Zhou Ruo An got up and began dressing, frowning slightly when he pulled at a certain sore spot. “Before Zhang Jin died, he got scammed by a middleman selling cemetery plots and bought a joint burial grave. Leaving the other side empty would be a waste anyway. If you die, I’ll bury you together with him and even save you the cemetery fees. But the premise is that your death can’t drag me down with you.”
A low chuckle came through the phone. “I won’t implicate Young Master Zhou. Just wait to claim your merit.”
The dress shirt was no longer wearable. Fortunately, there was a turtleneck sweater beside the pillow, just enough to cover the red marks around Zhou Ruo An’s neck left by the necktie.
After getting dressed, his slender fingers picked up the silk necktie from the chair. Looking at the chaotic wrinkles across it, Zhou Ruo An leaned close to the phone with a cold gaze and said softly, “Then I’ll wait for Brother Lin’s good news.”
Stuffing the ruined tie into his pocket, Zhou Ruo An put away his phone and walked out of the room.
The hotel stood in a bustling district, but after crossing a few streets and turning a few corners, one would arrive at an old neighborhood full of everyday life and noise. Zhou Ruo An had barely eaten anything the entire previous day, and after last night… he was starving now. He casually picked a roadside breakfast stall and stood there eating fried dough sticks and drinking soy milk.
The old alley was narrow and only allowed one-way traffic. A luxury sedan slowly drove in and stopped right in front of the breakfast stall, almost brushing against Zhou Ruo An’s shoe tips.
Two tall men pushed open the car doors and stepped out, arriving in front of Zhou Ruo An in less than half a step.
“Mr. Zhou, our boss would like to invite you over. Please come with us.”
Zhou Ruo An lazily lifted his narrow eyes and glanced at them. “Didn’t your boss teach you that when speaking, you should announce your name first?”
One of the men immediately looked irritated, but the other remained relatively calm. “Our boss is Master Bai. He’d like Mr. Zhou to come sit with him for a while.”
The soy milk in Zhou Ruo An’s hand sloshed slightly before steadying again. He lowered his head and took a sip, replying indifferently, “Wait until I finish eating.”
Then he added, “Move the car forward a bit. Blocking someone’s business is the kind of thing that gets your whole family killed.”
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