MSRBMH Ch 32
"Oh shit, I just remembered—I left the gas on at home. Gotta go."
Su Yu shoved away the boy who'd been cozying up to him and grabbed his jacket.
Shen Le blinked. "Huh? But you moved out ages ago."
Lin Yanjun elbowed him hard, nearly spilling his drink.
"Asshole!" Shen Le glared.
"I don't have spare clothes—"
His rant died mid-sentence as a familiar figure materialized at the bar's entrance.
Ji Yanli had clearly come straight from the office.
His steel-gray suit was knife-sharp, tie loosened at the throat.
One hand rested casually in his pocket, cufflinks glinting like ice.
Shen Le immediately clammed up, refusing another drink from the girl beside him.
He scooted closer to Lin Yanjun. "Since when was he here? Why didn't you warn me?"
Lin Yanjun whispered back, "How would I know? Just spotted him."
Each of Ji Yanli's steps synced with Su Yu's pounding heartbeat.
His muscles tensed—then abruptly relaxed.
Wait. Why should I care? Ji Yanli's not my keeper.
Emboldened, Su Yu grabbed his beer and took a defiant swig.
A shadow fell across him as Ji Yanli folded himself onto the couch, arm draping possessively over the backrest behind Su Yu.
"Mind if I join?" His voice was deceptively light.
Shen Le forced a laugh. "N-Not at all! Honored, really!"
A boy at the table eyed Ji Yanli with awe. "You're so cool! How old are you?"
Ji Yanli ignored him.
Irritation prickled under Su Yu's skin.
He turned away, chugging his beer—only for a pale hand to snatch the bottle.
"Enough." Ji Yanli's tone had dropped into warning territory.
Su Yu's temper flared. "Who the hell are you to police me? Even my dad gave up on that."
But the protest died when he met Ji Yanli's gaze.
Huffing, he looked away.
A hand settled on his waist, subtly pulling him farther from the boy beside him.
Ji Yanli's breath ghosted over his ear:
"Wife, you're being disobedient."
Obedience? Su Yu had never learned the meaning of the word.
Normally, he humored Ji Yanli's antics. Tonight? No patience left.
"Stop calling me that. Hands off."
Whether from alcohol or anger, Su Yu's cheeks burned scarlet—down to his throat.
Like an enraged fox.
Ji Yanli's expression darkened.
He hated others seeing Su Yu like this. A corrosive possessiveness writhed in his chest.
Shen Le is annoying.
Lin Yanjun is annoying.
Everyone here is annoying.
He fantasized about locking Su Yu away.
Somewhere small. Somewhere his.
Where no one else could touch or look.
Where those eyes would have no choice but to watch him, always him.
"You like drinking?"
Ji Yanli pressed the bottle to Su Yu's lips, indenting the soft flesh.
"Then drink. Until you can't anymore."
The icy smile made Su Yu shiver.
He grabbed the bottle. "Didn't need your permission."
Gulping furiously, he drained half in one go.
Shen Le and Lin Yanjun exchanged uneasy glances.
The alcohol wasn't strong, but the cumulative effect hit hard.
Soon, Su Yu's vision doubled. He fumbled for another bottle.
A hand intercepted it. "That's enough."
Ji Yanli hauled him up. Su Yu swayed, stomach churning.
"Lemme go..."
Ji Yanli addressed the table without looking: "I'm taking him. Bill's on me."
As they disappeared, Shen Le panicked. "Should we stop them? He's gonna get molested!"
Lin Yanjun shrugged. "They're sworn enemies. Would you let your nemesis tap you?"
"Hell no, I'd break his nose."
"Exactly."
"But what if Su Yu's the one getting—"
Su Yu barely registered being tossed onto something soft.
He nuzzled into the bedding, blinking up at the blurry figure looming over him.
Ji Yanli watched, satisfaction curling through him.
His bed.
His room.
His Su Yu.
The thought intoxicated him more than any liquor.
He acted on impulse—palm sliding against Su Yu's feverish cheek.
Su Yu instinctively leaned into the cool touch, lashes fluttering. Ji Yanli's breath hitched.
That small movement sent heat straight to his throat.
His thumb traced Su Yu's lower lip—the same mouth that always spat venom at him—now parted in drunken confusion.
A finger slipped inside, prodding at the pliant tongue. Su Yu whimpered, trying to turn away, but Ji Yanli gripped his jaw.
"Mm—!"
The withdrawn finger left a silver strand.
Su Yu panted, struggling to focus.
Then darkness.
A hand covered his damp eyes as Ji Yanli crushed their mouths together.
[HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT WHAT’S HAPPENING WHAT’S HAPPENING—]
[Isn’t this couple supposed to be enemies? Feels like the romance arc just skipped 800 episodes. Did I accidentally unlock premium content?]
[Are you even VIP? This isn’t premium—this is straight-up locked in a dark room trope! Covering his eyes is SO kinky!]
[What if Su Yu doesn’t remember any of this tomorrow…]
His air stolen, Su Yu weakly kicked his legs, hands pushing uselessly against the immovable weight above him.
It’s so dark… like the orphanage rooms used to be.
After what felt like an eternity, he was finally released, his lashes damp as if he’d been crying.
"Yan… I like… I like you."
Ji Yanli froze.
A name.
A confession.
His mood, which had just begun to improve, plummeted instantly. His eyes darkened.
"Who are you mistaking me for?"
Of course, Su Yu didn’t answer. He just sniffled.
"I have a family now… Don’t wanna… orphanage… I wanna go home…"
"Take me home…"
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