Nie Jun went back to his room and headed straight to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw a message on his phone—no name attached.
He knew that number well, had memorized it by heart many times.
Because the ship’s signal was weak, Nie Jun hesitated, opened it twice to make sure—it was indeed from Kong Wenyu, sent just moments ago.
He changed into clean clothes. As he stepped out, he saw Hai Ming standing right outside, seemingly waiting for him.
Hai Ming froze for a moment, then glanced at his outfit. “Heading out?”
Kong Wenyu’s room was at the far end, with windows on both sides overlooking the sea. Nie Jun glanced that way—the door was tightly shut.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling his gaze back. “Going to eat.”
“I’m hungry too. Let’s go together.” Hai Ming started walking ahead. “The boss said you carried him back all night. Even if you made mistakes, that counts for something. I’m planning to suspend you from work for a while—as a warning to the rest—but I won’t dock your pay. Sound okay?”
Nie Jun paused, then walked with him. “Could you deduct my pay instead? Please don’t suspend me.”
Hai Ming gave him a complicated look. “If you’ve got more money than you can spend, you could donate some.” He sighed. “I don’t get it—who doesn’t want paid time off?”
They reached the restaurant doors.
“If I deduct your pay, it’ll definitely have more impact as a warning,” Hai Ming said.
Nie Jun stopped. He didn’t go inside. “Then dock more.”
Hai Ming looked at him, confused. Nie Jun seized the chance. “I’m not eating. I still need to wash the clothes I just changed out of.”
Before Hai Ming could respond, he turned and quickly went back upstairs.
At the far end of the hallway, he stopped outside a door, taking a few deep breaths before lightly knocking twice.
By Kong Wenyu’s rules, no one was allowed to enter his private space without permission. But there was another rule: if he wanted to meet someone, that person could enter—led by a secretary or a bodyguard—as long as they knocked first.
Nie Jun wasn’t sure which applied right now.
So he knocked again, softly.
While waiting, his breathing gradually slowed, the rush of adrenaline cooling off.
He tried the handle—it turned easily.
Not locked. It felt like a silent invitation.
He pushed the door open and looked inside—straight into a pair of dark, calm eyes.
Nie Jun immediately averted his gaze, stepped in, and quietly closed the door.
His throat moved visibly in the dim light. “You asked for me.”
Kong Wenyu was still watching him. After a moment, he said, “You forgot your jacket.”
Nie Jun froze. The heartbeat and heat he hadn’t noticed earlier—rushed back all at once.
He had to say something.
“I’ll take it later.” He answered quickly, avoiding looking at him as if afraid of crossing a line. “Your ankle—what did the doctor say?”
Kong Wenyu’s voice stayed even, emotionless. “Since you want to know, why’d you leave so fast without listening to what the doctor said?”
Nie Jun paused, made a quick decision, and raised his eyes to meet his.
Kong Wenyu’s gaze didn’t waver, as if he intended to see straight through him.
Nie Jun had nothing to hide.
Kong Wenyu studied him for a moment, then said softly, “Come here.”
In a cabin with the curtains drawn, in a confined space, with the ship constantly swaying, speaking in a voice that low carried an unmistakable undertone.
Kong Wenyu did it deliberately.
He was sitting on the bed, a soft cushion behind him, a thin blanket draped over his legs. His silky pajamas half-covered his collarbone; his pale, slender wrist extended from the loose cuff.
Nie Jun walked two steps closer. He was already standing near; another half-step would brush against the hanging edge of the blanket.
Kong Wenyu tilted his head slightly, his gaze unreadable, his voice even lower: “Closer.”
Nie Jun stepped forward until he reached him.
He was so tall that for Kong Wenyu to meet his eyes, he had to tilt his face all the way up.
Nie Jun bent down on his own, flipping their perspectives. If Kong Wenyu reached out, he could easily touch his head.
He didn’t do that. He just looked down at Nie Jun for a long moment, then, for no apparent reason, the corners of his lips lifted.
“You wanted to see me?”
Nie Jun didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Kong Wenyu actually smiled—genuinely. Though faint, it was obvious he was in an exceptionally good mood.
He was always composed, but rarely did he openly show happiness.
“Anything else you want to do?” he asked.
Nie Jun froze.
Kong Wenyu’s tone was almost gentle. “Say it now, while you have the chance.”
Nie Jun thought for a moment, then decided to take the risk. “I want to be your personal bodyguard.”
Kong Wenyu looked at him.
Nie Jun’s hand—resting at his side—tightened slightly. “This time was an accident. I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I’ll protect you. I won’t let you get hurt again. I promise.”
Kong Wenyu didn’t respond either way. Nie Jun’s voice quickened just slightly: “You can dock my pay, punish me—however much you want—but please don’t suspend me.”
Maybe it was his posture—like a Shola dog lowering its head to ask for a pat—that made Kong Wenyu reach out and touch his hair.
“Any other requests?” he asked quietly.
That voice reminded Nie Jun of the aftermath earlier that morning. His throat bobbed. “No.”
Kong Wenyu withdrew his hand. Nie Jun kept his eyes on him, his gaze far more intense—and harder to ignore—than when they’d been in the dark.
Kong Wenyu asked, “What does a personal bodyguard do?”
“I’ve heard… he handles all security matters. For example—”
“Work and life become one. You’ll barely have any personal time,” Kong Wenyu interrupted. “You’ll need to come whenever I call. Can you do that?”
Nie Jun paused. “Yes.”
“You’ll have to put my needs before anything else,” Kong Wenyu continued.
“Yes.”
“Including special needs,” Kong Wenyu tilted his head, his gaze, his interest, his desire—everything laid bare. “For example, warming my bed.”
Nie Jun paused, his Adam’s apple moving. “…Fine.”
Kong Wenyu arched a brow, then looked away.
A knock came at the door, soft and tentative, as though afraid to disturb whoever was inside.
Kong Wenyu acted as if it had nothing to do with him, showing no intention of responding.
A few seconds later, Hai Ming’s voice came from outside, cautious: “Boss, do you want breakfast now?”
Nie Jun glanced at Kong Wenyu, heard him answer casually, “No.”
Hai Ming acknowledged it, but after a moment, his voice returned, sounding a little hesitant. “I also need to discuss something… about how to handle Nie Jun.”
Kong Wenyu shot Nie Jun a glance, their eyes locking unexpectedly.
This time Nie Jun didn’t look away—he simply stared back, focused and steady.
Kong Wenyu cleared his throat. “We’ll talk in the afternoon.”
Outside, there was no further sound from Hai Ming; he’d likely left.
Inside, the room swayed gently with the waves. Occasionally, the crash of surf against the hull broke the quiet, mingling faintly with distant laughter and voices—people outside were clearly enjoying some activity.
Kong Wenyu turned his gaze aside. In the shaft of sunlight spilling through the window, he squinted slightly. “Do you know why I told him we’d talk in the afternoon?”
“Because you didn’t want him to see me here?” Nie Jun asked.
Kong Wenyu gave a slight shake of his head, then lifted his eyes again. His clean jawline moved as he said, “Get up here.”
Nie Jun thought he’d misheard, his brows twitching upward.
Kong Wenyu patted the spot on the bed beside him.
Nie Jun hesitated briefly, then stood.
He was still wondering what Kong Wenyu planned to do when a pair of cool, soft hands suddenly slipped around his solid waist—and moved inward.
The sudden stimulation made Nie Jun’s lower abdomen tense immediately, and the blood in his body rushed to his head. He relied on his strong self-control to avoid dodging.
Kong Wenyu curled the corner of his mouth and pulled down the zipper.
“Did you go back to the room to take a shower?”
Nie Jun didn’t know what he was thinking: “I took a shower.”
“Did you solve it once?” Kong Wenyu asked.
Nie Jun replied: “… No.”
Kong Wenyu suppressed his voice and said: “Tell the truth.”
“It’s the truth.”
Kong Wenyu laughed softly: “No wonder you are so energetic.”
As soon as Nie Jun’s hand moved, he was stopped by him: “Don’t move.”
Nie Jun glanced at him, dropped his hand to one side, and didn’t move.
Kong Wenyu had some thin calluses on the base of his hand, which formed a strong contrast with the delicate back of his hand.
The slender fingers moved slowly, and the thin calluses kept rubbing against Nie Jun. He didn’t know whether it was painful or pleasant, and his eyebrows slowly frowned.
He looked very calm.
Kong Wenyu looked at him for a while, then reached out to take the oil from the bedside drawer.
This time, there was no astringency or pause, and the five fingers worked together perfectly, moving smoothly and unimpeded.
“Now I know why I asked him to come back in the afternoon,” Kong Wenyu said with some effort, “Because, in the morning, I have to check the goods first.”
Nie Jun closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
Kong Wenyu looked at him with a vague arc.
“You want to climb into my bed,” he said, “but you can’t do it too quickly.”
After an unknown amount of time, Kong Wenyu’s phone rang once, but he ignored it and hung up automatically.
After a few minutes, the phone rang again. Kong Wenyu looked over and saw that it was Yu Jiaduo.
When it was about to hang up automatically, Nie Jun asked, “Why don’t you answer it?”
Kong Wenyu seemed to be dissatisfied with him speaking at this time, so he stopped.
Nie Jun restrained his breathing and could only clearly feel the heaviness.
The phone that had not been answered for a long time was hung up again. Kong Wenyu ignored it and touched the belt thrown aside and grabbed it in his hand.
Nie Jun saw his eager eyes through the belt, and the lines of his body were tense.
“Kneel down.” Kong Wenyu’s eyes moved to his lips.
Nie Jun pursed his lips, regardless of his condition, and knelt down beside the bed as he said.
Kong Wenyu gently raised his hand, but failed to hit him the first time, but used his other hand to rub his lips with a slightly darker color.
Very hot and soft.
It reminded Kong Wenyu of the temperature in his mouth in the early morning.
Nie Jun accepted it calmly, his well-defined abdominal muscles spread out in the sunlight, as if encouraging him.
“Who gave you the courage to show up at the Kong family openly?” Kong Wenyu asked in a low voice.
Nie Jun didn’t understand.
As a lesson, Kong Wenyu hit him on the shoulder with a belt without making any sound.
He covered his strong neck, pulled him over, leaned over and whispered in his ear: “Do you like it?”
The belt was still in his hand, pressed beside him.
Nie Jun’s breathing became disordered, and he didn’t answer. Kong Wenyu stood up, first reached out and touched the red mark on his shoulder, and then gently rubbed it with the belt.
This indescribable preparation made Nie Jun move back a little, and was quickly stopped by Kong Wenyu.
“Don’t hide.” He said.
Nie Jun knelt on the floor in silence, his broad shoulders, strong thighs, and shadow on the floor all looked like a wild animal being tamed.
Kong Wenyu asked again: “Do you like it?”
Nie Jun: “What?”
“Wrong answer.”
Kong Wenyu gently rubbed the same spot with the belt and said slowly, “Do you like me?”
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