Kong Wenyu only ate a few bites before stopping; judging by his expression, forcing down another mouthful might make him throw up immediately.
When Nie Jun ate the food Kong Wenyu had left, he was still puzzled—it tasted fine to him.
After eating, he went to the creek to wash his hands. He took off his T-shirt, rinsed it in the water, then brought it back to wipe Kong Wenyu’s face and hands.
The creek water was icy; when it touched the side of his face, Kong Wenyu instinctively leaned back.
Nie Jun spread the shirt near the fire for a short while, waited until it was warm, then continued wiping him down.
This time Kong Wenyu didn’t protest. He let him wipe his face, his hands, and even his feet.
When Nie Jun finished, he returned to the creek to wash the shirt again, then laid it out by the fire to dry.
Bare-chested, he sat guarding the fire. The flames painted his skin in warm tones, like dawn itself. Kong Wenyu watched him for a while, his eyelids growing heavy.
Nie Jun noticed out of the corner of his eye but said nothing. He waited until Kong Wenyu’s eyes closed and his breathing deepened, then quietly adjusted his posture so he could lie more comfortably.
When Kong Wenyu woke, Nie Jun was still sitting there. The fire was still burning; the shirt was already back on his body.
Kong Wenyu looked at him for a moment, then sat up and pressed a hand to his temple, rubbing it.
“Headache?” Nie Jun had been keeping an eye on him the whole time and immediately asked.
Kong Wenyu shook his head, but his face looked terrible.
Nie Jun reached out, placing a hand on his forehead. The temperature was slightly high, but given that he’d just woken up, it was still within a safe range.
He let out a breath of relief, turned his back, and said, “Let’s go.”
The sky was in that murky gray before dawn—damp, heavy, and veiled in threads of thin mist.
Kong Wenyu looked at the broad, solid back in front of him. After a moment, he leaned forward onto it. Nie Jun stood, supporting him with one hand under his legs.
They moved along a downward slope. On Nie Jun’s back, Kong Wenyu coughed twice.
Nie Jun turned his head slightly. “What’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Kong Wenyu stayed silent. Nie Jun waited a few seconds, then asked softly again, “Is your foot hurting badly?”
Still no response.
It was a tricky feeling—Nie Jun had been on countless missions but had never once felt like he was walking a tightrope with no way out.
Yet when it came to Kong Wenyu, he always felt as though there was no retreat.
They walked for a while. When they reached a fork in the path, Nie Jun paused to survey the distance.
Suddenly, he felt a cool sensation at his chest.
Kong Wenyu had slid his hand inside the collar of his shirt.
Nie Jun froze mid-step.
Kong Wenyu didn’t move further. After a few seconds, Nie Jun continued forward, keeping his expression neutral.
It was a perfect opportunity.
He quickly grabbed for a topic: “Do you like Miss Ao?”
“…” As expected, Kong Wenyu finally spoke: “Why do you keep asking that question?”
“I just want to confirm it again.” Nie Jun asked politely, “Would you mind telling me?”
Kong Wenyu had no habit of politeness; he didn’t even acknowledge the question. “About Ao Qingqing—what exactly do you know?”
Nie Jun opened his mouth, but Kong Wenyu cut him off: “You only have one last chance.”
A cold wind swept through the trees. The sun had not yet risen, the soil beneath them was pitch black, and the blades of grass glistened with dew.
Nie Jun’s pant legs were already soaked. “Can you answer me first?”
“No.” Kong Wenyu’s tone was flat.
Nie Jun gave a resigned nod, pushed past a thicket of overgrown branches, and reached the creekside.
He began walking upstream along the water’s edge. After a long silence, he finally said, “I really want to know.”
He had already covered a considerable distance; though his breathing remained steady, his body temperature had clearly risen.
From where he rested against Nie Jun’s back, Kong Wenyu could see the fine sheen of sweat beading along his neck.
The sound of running water broke the stillness of dawn, and the island’s oppressive atmosphere seemed to soften for a moment.
Kong Wenyu’s lips twitched. In a tone that carried a hint of reluctant indulgence, he said, “I don’t like her.”
Nie Jun kept his eyes on the path. After a moment’s thought, he asked, “Is it possible to call off the engagement?”
“Yes.”
Nie Jun nodded. He carried him for a long distance, thinking deeply, before saying, “Miss Ao and her bodyguard seem… very close.”
Kong Wenyu gave a noncommittal “Mm.”
Nie Jun struggled to find the right words, trying to phrase things as gently as possible.
Before he could, Kong Wenyu asked with mild curiosity, “Did you see Ao Qingqing sleep with her bodyguard?”
“?” Nie Jun was caught off guard and quickly denied it. “No.”
“Then why hesitate?” Kong Wenyu seemed amused by his reaction.
“I don’t think anyone,” Nie Jun said carefully, “could tolerate their fiancée being… ambiguously involved with someone else.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kong Wenyu replied. “It’s just a political marriage.”
Nie Jun exhaled sharply, relief obvious.
Perhaps the pause in his breathing was too noticeable, because Kong Wenyu let out a soft, knowing laugh.
He pressed a hand to Nie Jun’s chest, his voice low as he remarked, “Your heart’s racing.”
Nie Jun forced himself to ignore that hand and said, “Because I’m moving.”
“Just this level of exertion makes it beat that fast?” Kong Wenyu’s tone was light, edged with a faint, teasing lilt. “What if it were another kind of… exertion?”
“What kind?”
Kong Wenyu’s voice slowed deliberately, soft but deliberate: “Sex.”
Nie Jun’s heartbeat faltered—skipped entirely for a second—and it seemed Kong Wenyu noticed. A breath tinged with obvious amusement brushed the back of Nie Jun’s neck.
The tingling sensation shot down his spine, raising every hair, spreading all the way to his fingertips. Nie Jun lifted his eyes.
He wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but as his lashes lowered, he said quietly, “Want to try?”
Kong Wenyu’s hand lingered on that patch of warm skin, almost savoring it. “Now?”
Nie Jun froze in place but didn’t answer.
Kong Wenyu’s breath shifted slightly, as though he was stifling a laugh.
Nie Jun caught himself quickly, calmed down, and kept walking.
Kong Wenyu’s fingers moved. “Is there a rule in your bodyguard manual about not coveting your employer?”
Nie Jun stayed silent.
There was amusement in Kong Wenyu’s eyes, though Nie Jun couldn’t see it.
“Are you that skilled?” Kong Wenyu asked. “You seem quite confident about it.”
Nie Jun’s mind flashed back to three years ago—the cramped storage room, Kong Wenyu’s immersed expression, and his broken gasps.
“I guess… I’m decent.”
Kong Wenyu nodded, his gaze gradually deepening with meaning.
The first strands of morning light pierced through the dense forest, spilling over the path they had taken.
The creek ahead glistened like scales of light drifting atop the surface.
Kong Wenyu squinted slightly into the dawn. “We can try.”
Before Nie Jun could say anything, he continued, “But you have to tell me about Ao Qingqing first.”
Nie Jun didn’t respond immediately.
Kong Wenyu didn’t care. His hand slid even lower.
The touch, combined with his breath, disrupted Nie Jun’s thoughts; he couldn’t think clearly.
Kong Wenyu coaxed softly, “You can tell me anything. With me, you don’t need to keep secrets.”
Nie Jun’s Adam’s apple bobbed; his swallow was visibly pronounced.
“If what you say is true,” Kong Wenyu murmured, “I’ll cancel the engagement with the Ao family. Isn’t that what you want?”
Nie Jun, careful, didn’t answer that question directly. Instead, he said slowly, “Miss Ao and her bodyguard… seem to be romantically involved.”
“Good.” As though rewarding him, Kong Wenyu gave him a light pat.
Nie Jun wasn’t sure he’d heard right. “She’s your fiancée.”
“Soon she won’t be,” Kong Wenyu said.
Nie Jun nodded, stepping across the stones by the creek.
He felt genuine happiness rise from within, yet at the same time, he knew it was despicable.
“As a reward for your honesty,” Kong Wenyu said easily, as if fully convinced by what he’d heard, “you pick the time.”
“What?” Nie Jun didn’t catch on.
Kong Wenyu’s tone was casual. “Get in bed.”
Nie Jun’s foot slipped, and he almost fell into the creek.
The breathing rhythm he had just managed to steady was completely thrown off. “Us?”
“Mm.”
Staring at the path ahead, Nie Jun quickly replied, “I’m fine with it—depends on your timing.”
Kong Wenyu pulled his hand back, smiling silently. “Not now. Wait until we’re home.”
Nie Jun cleared his throat and explained, “I wasn’t thinking about now.”
Kong Wenyu tilted his head, glancing toward him with a meaningful look. “Really?”
“Yes,” said Nie Jun, who—even as someone who’d long prided himself on composure—felt this situation only worked against him. He took a deep breath. “Stop… touching me.”
“Not allowed to touch?” Kong Wenyu asked.
“Let me,” Nie Jun couldn’t resist, but was afraid that he would misunderstand, “You can touch me.”
Kong Wenyu repeatedly rubbed his abdominal muscles. After a while, Nie Jun’s body temperature rose rapidly, and his breathing was irregular and not coherent.
The thin sweat on his abdominal muscles was soon mixed up.
Nie Jun walked for a while with his lower abdomen tightened, rubbing repeatedly in the middle of his pants, and the originally well-wrapped design gradually became a shackle.
What was even more terrible was that Kong Wenyu seemed to be pressing against his back.
“You…” Nie Jun hesitated for a moment and didn’t ask.
Kong Wenyu moved and adjusted his posture, and the touch became more obvious.
Nie Jun’s throat moved, and his voice tightened: “Are you…”
Kong Wenyu leaned over his ear, his voice was low and soft, and his breath was warm, interrupting him: “Do it now.”
Nie Jun suddenly stopped in the shadow cast by the huge crown of the old tree that blocked out the sky.
There was a sudden sound in the bush, and it was hard to tell whether it was the sound of insects or tinnitus.
Kong Wenyu lay on his shoulder without moving, looking at him with his usual half-raised eyelashes.
He was injured and had no attack power. But he was high and mighty, and very noble.
If you want to eat him up completely, this is undoubtedly a good opportunity.
Nie Jun tilted his head to look at him.
Facing that look, Kong Wenyu added: “You can use both Ts.”
This is in the wild, in the daytime, the dead branches and rotten leaves on the ground are not suitable for lying, and Kong Wenyu’s foot was twisted and not suitable for standing.
And there is no equipment. The two Ts had been stuffed to the male model on the deck the night before. The others were in the room and he didn’t carry them with him.
Nie Jun calmly did not respond.
Kong Wenyu rubbed his shoulder with his cheek, and his breath kept spraying on his neck. The extremely high temperature seemed to be evaporating.
Or maybe Nie Jun’s sense of touch was too sensitive.
It was soon proved that it was not because he was too sensitive, but because Kong Wenyu’s lips rubbed against the skin on the side of his neck.
Nie Jun held his hand tightly and said, “Your foot…”
“Do it,” Kong Wenyu interrupted him again, repeating with a quiet voice and a strong sense of temptation, “Now.”
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