Nie Jun checked the caller ID. It was an internal call from Room 302.
Kong Wenyu was on the third floor.
That floor had the gym and the climbing room. The gym was Room 301; Room 302 was the climbing room.
But Kong Wenyu’s leg wasn’t healed yet—forget climbing, even walking normally was difficult for him.
Nie Jun didn’t say anything. He just gave Hai Ming a brief nod, then hurried off to find him.
The third floor lights were off. Only a few wall lamps along the corridor were lit, stretching all the way to the back.
Kong Wenyu had one hand gripping a protruding rock hold, looking up for a second before seizing a chance to move one step to the right.
It was clear he wasn’t daring to put weight on one leg. The veins on the back of his hand stood out sharply, and his jaw was clenched tight.
He had already climbed about two meters high but hadn’t even fastened a safety rope.
Nie Jun glanced up, breaking into a cold sweat instantly.
He didn’t dare to startle Kong Wenyu, standing there tense, muscles coiled, ready to catch him at any moment.
Kong Wenyu wore a fitted sports shirt. Whatever workout he’d just done had left him drenched; sweat trickled from his damp temples, slid down his cheek, and disappeared into his collar.
Nie Jun had no room in his head for anything remotely suggestive. In just half a minute, his palms were clammy.
Kong Wenyu didn’t insist on climbing higher. When he turned his head to look down for a foothold, his eyes met Nie Jun’s gaze.
He froze for a moment, then understood.
“Catch me.”
Nie Jun braced himself instantly, arms spread wide. The moment Kong Wenyu let go and leaned back, he dropped straight into Nie Jun’s waiting arms.
Heart still pounding, Nie Jun stared at him. Kong Wenyu, however, looked utterly unbothered. Looping one arm casually around Nie Jun’s neck, he tilted his damp chin up and said, “Carry me to take a shower.”
Nie Jun took a moment to steady himself, then calmed down. He wanted to say something but didn’t.
Kong Wenyu had his own private bathroom—strictly off-limits to anyone else. Not even viewing it was allowed.
It was next to his second-floor bedroom, directly connected through the walk-in closet. Inside was an oversized bathtub, and the entire space was warm and bright—completely different from the minimalist monochrome of the rest of the house.
Nie Jun carried him inside. Kong Wenyu casually grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his face, didn’t bother closing the door, and instead stretched his hand toward him.
Nie Jun glanced at that hand, then reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out the phone, and handed it over.
The bathroom lighting was warm and soft. Against it, Kong Wenyu’s face looked like it had been covered with a fine, translucent veil. Under Nie Jun’s watchful gaze, he took the phone and carelessly set it on the cabinet.
“Two missed calls,” Nie Jun reminded him.
Kong Wenyu didn’t care, so he said nothing.
Nie Jun hesitated between leaving and closing the door. “Call me when you’re done. I’ll carry you back to your room.”
Kong Wenyu thought of something teasing to say, his lips curling slightly, but he held back.
—His body couldn’t take any more provocations today.
“Got anything else you want to say?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.
With his lashes lowered, they cast a soft fan-shaped shadow over his eyelids. At this distance, Nie Jun could clearly see the uneven tips along the edges.
Seeing that his mood seemed fine, Nie Jun said, “When you climb, wear the safety rope. And don’t take risks when you’re alone.”
Kong Wenyu lowered his eyes, the slight upward lift at the corners contradicting his expression, making him look cold and unfeeling. “I thought you’d say something else.”
“I’m not done yet,” Nie Jun said quickly. “I don’t want your money. I kept the check, but I won’t fill it in. I didn’t come here for your money.”
“Oh?” This time, Kong Wenyu’s gaze sharpened, assessing him. “Then what are you here for?”
Nie Jun pulled out his own phone, logged into his bank account, and showed it to him. “This is my savings. I’ve set aside enough over the past few years—my living expenses are fine.”
It was a substantial amount. Kong Wenyu narrowed his eyes. “And showing me your savings is supposed to mean what?”
Nie Jun stared at him. “I’m not your kept lover.”
He didn’t want the check. He didn’t want consolation or fleeting affection.
Kong Wenyu understood perfectly. He deliberately asked, “Not my lover?”
Nie Jun quickly lifted his head to glance at him.
“A lover,” he added. “But not a kept one.”
Kong Wenyu looked at him for a moment, his gaze complicated, then gave up trying to reason. He reached out and closed the door. “Go home. I’m taking a shower.”
The sound of running water started—on and off for quite a while—before finally stopping.
Outside, everything had gone still.
Kong Wenyu slipped into a bathrobe as he opened the door. The faint scent of tea still lingered in the air.
Nie Jun hadn’t left. He stood silently outside the door, not even changing his posture.
It felt as though the air here had been fully steeped in his presence, strong enough that even the rich rose fragrance drifting out of the bathroom couldn’t overpower it.
Kong Wenyu exhaled softly through his nose. As he spoke, his brows lifted slightly. “Anything else you want to say?”
Nie Jun stared at him, his eyes dark. This time, he answered slowly: “No.”
Kong Wenyu nodded. From the loose, oversized bathrobe, he extended two fingers and motioned to the side.
Nie Jun didn’t move. “I’ll carry you back.”
“No.” Kong Wenyu stayed where he was.
Nie Jun froze.
“Because you weren’t obedient.” Kong Wenyu leaned lazily against the wall by the door, his body still damp, a line of water trailing from his neck downward.
He crossed his arms, giving Nie Jun a slow once-over, then bit lightly at his canine tooth, laughing under his breath for a moment. Straightening slightly, he cleared his throat. “Come here.”
Nie Jun’s eyes flickered. Kong Wenyu opened his arms. “Go on, pick me up.”
Nie Jun didn’t hesitate long. He stepped forward, lifted him firmly, one hand supporting his thigh, the other reaching to push the door open.
Kong Wenyu wrapped his arms around his neck. When he spoke, his breath warmed Nie Jun’s jaw. “Go through the inside.”
Nie Jun remembered—they couldn’t be seen together. But “the inside” meant the walk-in closet that led straight to the bedroom. That path felt far too private.
Still, he carried him through, pushing open the moon-shaped door to the closet, moving like a gentleman, not glancing at anything around him.
Once inside the bedroom, he first went to pull the heavy curtains shut, then set him down on the bed.
Kong Wenyu’s robe had fallen open, revealing his collarbones and one bare shoulder. His arms still circled Nie Jun’s neck, not letting go.
Nie Jun waited, but when Kong Wenyu didn’t release him, he finally looked up.
They were too close.
When Nie Jun lifted his gaze, the tip of his nose nearly brushed Kong Wenyu’s long, thick lashes.
“I should go.” Nie Jun, bent over with one hand braced on the bed, couldn’t straighten while Kong Wenyu held him. “I’ll be in the security office. If you need anything tonight, call me anytime.”
“What could possibly happen tonight?” Kong Wenyu asked.
Nie Jun unconsciously stopped breathing. He had to turn his face away just to think clearly.
“I don’t know,” he said, barely above a whisper.
Kong Wenyu’s voice lowered, half-command, half-breath: “Look at me.”
Nie Jun turned his head, meeting his eyes. The arm hooked around the back of his neck felt like a searing brand, sending heat racing through his veins, flooding his limbs.
Kong Wenyu stared at him for a few seconds without moving, then said quietly, “Stay tonight.”
Nie Jun froze, eyes locked on him.
“Take off your clothes,” Kong Wenyu said. “Get in bed.”
Nie Jun instinctively tried to avert his gaze, but Kong Wenyu held him by the back of the neck, then pressed his hand against the back of his head, forcing him to keep his eyes on him.
Nie Jun said, “Someone might find out.”
“They won’t,” Kong Wenyu replied. “No one is allowed to enter my room without my permission.”
Nie Jun opened his mouth, but Kong Wenyu cut him off: “You’ve already slept with me. Don’t you want to try sleeping in my bed too?”
Even someone as composed and steady as Nie Jun couldn’t handle this level of provocation.
But he wasn’t the type to show emotion easily. He tended to keep things bottled up, his face giving away nothing.
He parted his lips slightly, his throat bobbed, and his breathing shifted.
Kong Wenyu watched him silently.
Nie Jun lowered his head to kiss him.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Kong Wenyu turned his head aside.
“Just sleeping. Nothing else.” He offered him only his profile, but the curve at the corner of his mouth was unmistakably lifted.
Nie Jun kept staring at him, unmoving. Seconds ticked by, maybe minutes, before he finally reached for the zipper of his jacket.
The faint sound of metal teeth parting broke the silence. Staying bent forward, he slipped off his jacket and tossed it onto the floor.
Underneath, he wore a simple black cotton T-shirt—casual, the sleeves stretched tight by the muscles underneath, the curve full of strength.
Then he began removing his pants. Sweatpants required no effort; in one motion, they were gone, leaving only gray boxer briefs.
Kong Wenyu’s gaze urged him wordlessly to continue. Nie Jun paused, then lifted his hands to pull the T-shirt over his head.
But Kong Wenyu’s hand was still resting lightly on his neck—without force, yet Nie Jun couldn’t straighten.
He cleared his throat. “Your hand.”
“Say it properly,” Kong Wenyu said.
Nie Jun continued, “Your hand’s in the way. Can you move it?”
Kong Wenyu released him, watching as he stood upright, peeled off the shirt, and revealed a solid, powerful torso.
Kong Wenyu’s eyes flicked downward. “Firm.”
Nie Jun cleared his throat again but made no sound, standing still.
“No sleepwear for you—what now?” Kong Wenyu lay back on the bed as though unguarded, tilting his head to look up at him.
Nie Jun drew a silent, deep breath and didn’t answer.
Kong Wenyu’s fingers loosened the sash of his robe—it had already been hanging by a thread—and spread it wide without hesitation. Smooth skin, untouched and flawless, as if nothing at all had happened that afternoon.
“Want to wear mine?” He traced the robe’s edge with his fingertips. “Or… share the same one with me?”
Nie Jun stared at him briefly, then looked away with effort. “If nothing else is going to happen… then put your clothes back on.”
Kong Wenyu’s breath shifted, and an amused sound slipped out. “Who sleeps with clothes on?”
Fair point.
Nie Jun had no answer for that.
After a long pause, he turned, lifted Kong Wenyu gently, and laid him onto the pillow. He pulled the blanket over him, then reached under to tug out the robe trapped beneath his body.
Kong Wenyu froze for a moment, glanced at the ceiling light, then back at Nie Jun. Whatever crossed his mind, it made him laugh quietly after a beat.
“Get in bed.” He lifted a corner of the blanket, this time without exposing himself. “Sleep.”
Nie Jun looked but didn’t move.
Kong Wenyu gave a soft, almost impatient pat to the empty space beside him.
“If you don’t listen,” his voice was light but edged with authority, “then get out.”
Nie Jun weighed it for two seconds. Then, with one long, strong leg, he stepped over and lay down beside him.
Because he had been exposed for too long, the surface of his skin had cooled completely.
Kong Wenyu touched him once, then withdrew his hand. “Next time, come up earlier and warm the bed first.”
Nie Jun turned slightly, making sure the curve of the blanket wasn’t too obvious.
This afternoon he had been with Kong Wenyu once—though only once, it had lasted a long time.
Logically, he should’ve felt completely drained; the satisfaction that had surged through him afterward had even surpassed the physical release.
But right now, Nie Jun still felt like he was burning up.
Kong Wenyu’s smooth, streamlined back pressed into the mattress, his waist dipping in, his hip bones jutting out, and his neck arched back.
Nie Jun silently adjusted his breathing. “Okay.”
It didn’t help—his body temperature was already rising quickly, and under the thin quilt, he was on the verge of sweating.
When Kong Wenyu’s hand slid over to touch his lower abdomen, Nie Jun felt as if he’d been shocked. From his waist down, he went almost instantly numb, and beads of sweat surged to the surface.
Yet Kong Wenyu seemed genuinely sleepy. He rolled over to face him, draped an arm across his body, and pulled him firmly into his embrace.
Nie Jun’s entire body stiffened. “…”
As if that wasn’t enough, Kong Wenyu adjusted to an even more comfortable position, nestled his face into the hollow of Nie Jun’s shoulder, and closed his eyes.
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