Shen Yuan felt as if he were trapped in a sensual dream.
It was like he had finally found an outlet, and he could hardly wait to give himself to the man.
When gentle, fervent kisses landed on his neck and shoulders, it was like quenching a long drought with sweet nectar, making him moan in pleasure.
He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and clumsily kissed him back, his body submerged in a surging, scorching wave.
The man whispered in his ear, “Little one, come with me.”
Shen Yuan followed without hesitation, though his legs felt weak and wobbly. Qiao Hailou simply scooped him up in his arms and carried him off. This little beauty was tender and adorable, so much so that even his own self-control began to waver.
Prince Qin happened to pass by nearby but only saw Qiao Hailou’s back, noticing a grown man carrying a boy. He curled his lip in disdain: “Ugh, a damn faggot.”
These disgusting older men reportedly enjoyed younger boys—no risk of pregnancy, no responsibility.
Returning, Prince Qin looked around for Shen Yuan, frowned, and asked, “Where’s Shen Yuan?”
The troublesome friend didn’t dare tell the truth: “He went to the restroom… maybe feeling unwell… or maybe went home first.”
Prince Qin gave him a half-hearted kick: “Restroom or home? Did he really leave without telling me?”
“How should I know? I wasn’t paying attention!”
Carried to the elevator, Shen Yuan pouted, “Don’t carry me like that. I’m not a girl.”
Ah, still a little beauty with a stubborn streak. Qiao Hailou set him down, and Shen Yuan’s legs buckled again, leaning against him and demanding kisses.
Impatient, Qiao Hailou lightly pecked his lips: “All this smells of alcohol. How much did you drink? We haven’t even reached the room yet. Don’t cause a scene—you want this filmed and uploaded to a GV site?”
Shen Yuan, bold and unrestrained, shot back: “I don’t remember. None of your business! Just sleep with me—that’s all you need to do.”
How amusing! No one had spoken to him like this in years! Everyone knew Qiao San liked obedient, gentle beauties. He smiled.
Inside the room, Shen Yuan didn’t wait to undress himself; he immediately started removing the man’s clothes.
Even through clothing, he could feel how well-built Qiao Hailou was. Undressed, it exceeded his expectations—mature, firm, every muscle a perfect harmony of strength and beauty, like an adult lion, brimming with power.
A fierce tattoo crawled from his back down his right arm—a dragon-headed, wolf-bodied beast, menacing and wild.
Shen Yuan paused but wasn’t frightened—he only grew more excited.
He stripped Qiao Hailou’s shirt, unbuckled his belt, his suit pants hanging loose, then pulled him to sit on the bed’s edge.
Qiao Hailou began to feel uneasy… somehow, it seemed like he was the one being used here.
Once Shen Yuan broke through his first barrier of shame, going further didn’t make him feel embarrassed. Kneeling at the bed, tipsy, he looked up at Qiao Hailou with vitality, curiosity, and unreserved desire.
He licked his lips and leaned forward.
Qiao Hailou realized this little guy was unlike anyone he had ever met before.
Shen Yuan felt like he was melting—wildly, joyfully.
Doing everything he wanted but dared not do before.
It was like riding a stormy sea, thrown up and down, his entire soul trembling, burning, and searing with pleasure.
Clinging to him, eyes closed, he imagined holding that man and pleaded, “Uncle… tell me you love me, please?”
Qiao Hailou leaned closer, treating him like a treasure, kissing his temple and earlobe, whispering near his ear with feigned affection, “Uncle loves you…”
The next morning, Shen Yuan was woken by the sound of someone showering.
He got up and immediately felt his body—sore, weak, exhausted—and then slowly remembered what had happened the night before.
It wasn’t a dream. He had slept with a stranger! Practically everything forbidden had been done!
Drugs and alcohol had dulled his judgment, but now sober, Shen Yuan realized how reckless it had been.
For someone as rule-abiding as him, he had never done anything so shameless or scandalous!
And he didn’t even know the man’s name!
Listening to the chaotic water sounds, panic surged. He hurriedly got dressed, tossing aside his underwear in a rush.
Remembering he hadn’t paid the room fee, he pulled out all 800 yuan in cash, left it on the nightstand, and, while Qiao Hailou was still showering, fled in a panic.
Back home, he ran into his uncle.
Seeing Shen Yuan disheveled but at least fully clothed, Li Chen sighed in relief: “Alvin, didn’t you say you’d come back last night? Why didn’t you?”
Shen Yuan felt mortified. His body, still covered by clothes, bore kiss marks; between his legs it was sticky, and he hadn’t even showered. He muttered, embarrassed, “I… drank too much… and just found a nearby hotel to sleep for the night.”
He couldn’t bring himself to meet his uncle’s gaze, reminded of the man from last night.
Li Chen, still concerned, asked, “Why’s your face so red? Feeling unwell?” and reached out to check his forehead.
Startled, Shen Yuan dodged and quickly added, “Maybe… just the hangover.”
Li Chen paused, nodded without pressing, “Alright, get some rest. Don’t drink this much again, okay?”
Shen Yuan complied, rushing to his room to grab clean clothes and prepare for a shower.
He felt embarrassed leaving dirty clothes for others to wash, so he planned to clean them himself. Checking his pockets, he removed his wallet and keys.
Frowning, he found a note that wasn’t his. Unfolding it, he saw a phone number, signed in two elegant strokes: “Uncle.”
His heart skipped a beat.
His face flushed.
Like holding something too hot to touch, he knew he should throw it away. But recalling last night’s blissful ecstasy, he hesitated.
Just then, Li Chen knocked: “Alvin? Are you there? Can I come in?”
Shen Yuan, shaking, tossed the note into the trash.
Li Chen said, “I had Aunt Zhang make some soup for your hangover and stomach. Remember to drink it later.”
Shen Yuan glanced at the note in the trash but didn’t retrieve it. “Got it.”
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