On the eighth day of the new year, Jiu’an Group resumed work. Bian Yiqiu had the administration department book a private room at the most luxurious restaurant in Z City for the high-level executives’ New Year’s banquet. He specifically requested the room with four nines, lucky numbers that aligned with Jiu’an.

After the administration department made the call, they informed him that the room with four nines had already been booked. The only remaining options were rooms with four eights and four sixes. They asked if he wanted one of those instead.

Bian Yiqiu thought four eights was too tacky and had them book the room with four sixes. It seemed auspicious enough, so it would do.

He hadn’t expected that He Sheng Media also resumed work on the eighth day of the new year, and they were having their New Year’s banquet here as well. The room with four nines had been booked by He Sheng Media. So, when it was time for dinner, the two groups ended up running into each other in the hallway, making it a rather awkward encounter.

Bian Yiqiu was walking at the front, with Zuo Cheng, Ye Zhen, He Xu, and Old Meng behind him. Ke Mingxuan was also walking at the front, with what seemed to be He Sheng Media’s executives trailing behind, none of whom Bian Yiqiu recognized.

Both were a bit surprised when they saw each other, but neither stopped walking. They continued at their usual pace, heading straight for each other.

Bian Yiqiu didn’t glance aside, treating Ke Mingxuan like a stranger, so much so that the He Sheng Media executives didn’t notice anything strange. They politely stepped aside, making way for them to pass. However, Bian Yiqiu’s subordinates, standing behind him, could clearly see that Ke Mingxuan’s gaze had remained fixed on their boss, never once straying after it landed on him.

The two of them passed each other, heading toward their respective private rooms. There were no words, no gestures, no even an exchange of glances.

Bian Yiqiu couldn’t quite tell if he felt more relaxed or disappointed. The moment he saw Ke Mingxuan, every nerve in his body had tensed up, thinking that if Ke Mingxuan tried anything, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him. But when Ke Mingxuan walked past without a word, Bian Yiqiu felt oddly empty, as if something was off. Throughout the evening, he felt an inexplicable restlessness and occasional distraction, until he noticed his head starting to spin. Only then did he realize he’d probably had a few too many drinks.

The current executives at Jiu’an were mostly young people that Bian Yiqiu had promoted himself. When they drank, they got a little rowdy, and Bian Yiqiu, bothered by the noise, stood up and went outside.

The bathroom was at the end of the corridor, elegantly decorated. He bent over the washbasin to splash some water on his face, and when he looked up, he found someone standing behind him in the mirror.

Water droplets clung to his eyelashes, and his slightly tipsy mind wasn’t entirely clear. His vision blurred, making it hard to see clearly.

For a moment, he thought it was real; the next, he wondered if it was just his imagination. He bent down again and splashed more water on his face, hoping to wash away the image of Ke Mingxuan from his mind.

But the more he tried, the more counterproductive it became. Not only did the image stay, but the faint scent of sandalwood mixed with cedar also grew clearer in his senses. Then, without warning, someone suddenly pulled him into their embrace.

Ke Mingxuan wrapped his arms around him from behind, turning his face forcefully for a rough kiss. The moment their lips touched, a burst of fireworks seemed to explode in Bian Yiqiu’s vision, sending a numbing shock through his scalp. Before his sluggish nerves could catch up, the ravenous lips and tongue had already pulled him in, fiercely intertwining with his own.

Finding the awkward angle of his twisted neck unbearable, Bian Yiqiu shifted in Ke Mingxuan’s arms, spinning around to shove him against the wall. He dove back in, claiming those familiar lips with the ferocity of a storm.

It wasn’t clear whose teeth had accidentally bitten whose lip, but the taste of blood quickly filled their mouths. Still, neither cared about the pain.

They were stuck together as if glued, sucking, pulling, grinding, and teasing with abandon. Like two wild animals in heat, they bit and licked at each other, their passion both tenderly entwined and brutally raw. The fire burning in their eyes wasn’t just pure desire; it was something deeper, heavier, and impossible to put into words.

Ke Mingxuan’s hands moved swiftly, pulling Bian Yiqiu’s arms back into his grasp as they stumbled clumsily toward the stall, their lips and teeth still locked in a heated, intense clash. They kissed as if they were drowning, desperately drawing air from each other, the numbing pain of overworked lips and tongues doing nothing to diminish their hunger. The slick sounds of their exchange, mingled with the heavy gasps unique to men, filled the space, overwhelming every sense. Their pounding heartbeats thudded so fiercely that it felt like they were echoing through their very souls.

Where were they? What were they doing? Would someone walk in? Would their subordinates see them? None of these questions mattered.  The heat between their bodies rose too rapidly, and the aching desire in their loins swelled with unprecedented urgency. The invisible fuse was already loaded with gunpowder, dangerously exposed, ready to ignite and spread explosively through every nerve ending at the slightest spark.

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But this wasn’t just a small spark between them, it was a raging wildfire. The primal instincts of animals easily overpowered any semblance of human reason or shame.

He didn’t know when his belt had been undone, nor when his cock ended up in Ke Mingxuan’s hand. Bian Yiqiu leaned back against the door, his head tilted back as he moan, struggling to catch his breath. Ke Mingxuan’s skilled fingers played him like an instrument, driving him to the brink of ecstasy, torturing him with unbearable pleasure that left him trembling and breathless.

The desire was so intense that Ke Mingxuan could hardly control himself. He freed his own hard length, his lips pressing against the crook of Bian Yiqiu’s neck, breathing heavily against his skin. In a hoarse voice, he whispered two words: “Together.” 

Still dazed and with his mind almost entirely consumed by lust, Bian Yiqiu hadn’t processed what “together” meant before his hand was placed over both of their equally thick and heated cocks.

Despite his extensive experience with bed partners, Bian Yiqiu had always taken a more straightforward, no-frills approach. He had never done anything like this before. The pulsing male organs, like hot branding irons, pressed into his palm, veins throbbing and taut. Instinctively, he tried to pull his hand back, but Ke Mingxuan held him firmly in place, not allowing him to move.

Their overlapping cocks, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies, rubbed and ground against each other, slick with the indecently flowing pre-cum. Ke Mingxuan’s hand covered his, firmly grasping both burning shafts together, increasing the pressure and intensity of the motion. The strange, overwhelming pleasure was unlike anything Bian Yiqiu had ever felt. A moan escaped his lips, only to be swallowed by Ke Mingxuan’s relentless kiss.

Rough kisses, frenzied movements, and the sound of their increasingly heavy breaths collided in the narrow, suffocating space. Their joined hands moved faster and faster, stroking and jerking with maddening rhythm. The pleasure climbed higher and higher, layering upon itself, crashing into Bian Yiqiu’s crumbling sanity. Their tongues tangled wildly, plunging into each other’s mouths, scraping and devouring with wild intensity, like caged beasts suddenly unleashed, plundering recklessly.

Harsh, heated gasps rumbled out of their throats, thick with a fiery heat that felt impossible to contain. The tension in Bian Yiqiu’s mind reached its breaking point, and at the peak of desire, the tightly drawn string snapped with a deafening roar. A tidal wave of ecstasy surged through him, demolishing everything in its path, leaving behind a chaotic mess of euphoria that made him lose all sense of life and death.

He bit down hard, breaking the skin of Ke Mingxuan’s tongue as his body convulsed. His muscles tightened sharply, and hot, thick streams spilled out in surging waves, lasting for what felt like a dozen seconds before finally releasing every drop he’d been holding back. His body went slack, his soul still floating in an otherworldly haze. If not for Ke Mingxuan holding him up, he might have collapsed straight to the floor.

It was too ecstatic, unbearably ecstatic. His vision blurred, unable to register anything but the blinding flashes of light dancing before his eyes. The world around him melted away, leaving only the lingering glow of unrestrained pleasure.

Ke Mingxuan spilled more than he did, sticky liquid coating their hands and even splattering onto their clothes. Yet Ke Mingxuan didn’t seem to care. He simply pulled Bian Yiqiu into his arms again, their chaotic heartbeats syncing as he leaned in to kiss him once more.

Gone was the violent, predatory desire from earlier. This time, it was a silent and gentle kiss, much like that day at Ke Mingxuan’s house after their fight, when Ke Mingxuan had kissed him deeply and tenderly, holding him for what felt like forever.

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Bian Yiqiu’s mind hadn’t fully returned to him. His eyes, still glazed with the haze of alcohol, retained the lingering dampness of post-climax. He clearly hadn’t processed what was happening.

He stared at Ke Mingxuan’s eyelashes, so close they were almost touching, and only after a long pause did it hit him: he’d come here to wash his face and sober up. How had this turned into making out with Ke Mingxuan? Where had Ke Mingxuan even come from? Wasn’t he supposed to cut ties with him and never see him again? What the hell was this? Could he be so drunk that he was dreaming?

“Bian Yiqiu.”

The kiss broke, and Ke Mingxuan, still caught in the aftermath, whispered his name.

Bian Yiqiu blinked, expecting him to say something, but Ke Mingxuan only called his name, saying nothing more.

Then… the sound of Zuo Cheng’s voice shattered the moment.

“Boss, are you in there? Boss!” Zuo Cheng shouted, knocking on doors as he drew closer. Thankfully, the other rooms were empty; otherwise, people probably think he was out of his mind.

Bian Yiqiu snapped back to reality at the sound, pushing Ke Mingxuan away.

Ke Mingxuan glanced at the tightly shut door and gave him a reassuring look, signaling that there was no need to worry; the people outside couldn’t see in.

Bian Yiqiu stared at him, his gaze fierce and unspoken, as if he could have struck him down on the spot. If the space hadn’t been so cramped, making it inconvenient to throw a punch, he was sure he would’ve beaten the hell out of that bastard Ke Mingxuan by now—of course, thinking about it and actually being able to do it were two very different things.

Ke Mingxuan completely ignored his fierce gaze, turned around, and grabbed a roll of paper to wipe away the mess they’d made. He kindly helped Bian Yiqiu pull up his pants and fasten his belt, even smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, returning him to the appearance of a well-dressed predator.

It didn’t take long before Zuo Cheng reached their door. Bian Yiqiu decided not to answer. After all, if Zuo Cheng couldn’t find him here he would just look somewhere else. The key was not letting him see him with Ke Mingxuan in the bathroom. That would be too damn embarrassing!

However, Bian Yiqiu had still underestimated Ke Mingxuan’s shamelessness. He heard the distinct sound of the door click open, and before he could react, the door had already swung wide.

“Ke, you bastard, I’ll fucking—”

If looks could kill, Ke Mingxuan would have died a thousand times over.

Bian Yiqiu cursed Ke Mingxuan’s entire ancestry in his mind, using every insult he knew, but Ke Mingxuan didn’t flinch in the slightest.

Zuo Cheng raised his hand, about to knock again, when he suddenly saw Ke Mingxuan walk out from the bathroom. He awkwardly scratched his head. “Sorry, Young Master Ke, I was looking for the—Boss?” The last two words shot out of his mouth with such disbelief and panic that they almost sounded like a horror movie sound effect. His expression shifted through at least ten different emotions in the span of a second, and by the end, he had no idea which one to settle on in front of the two of them.

Ke Mingxuan remained completely unbothered, gave him a casual greeting, and walked over to the sink, leisurely washing his hands.

Bian Yiqiu didn’t have the invisibility skills of the Calabash Brothers. As a tall, long-bodied man, there was no way for him to shrink down to five centimeters in an instant. With no way to hide, he simply stepped out confidently, pretending his bodyguard didn’t exist.

Zuo Cheng stood there like a ridiculous wooden stake, frozen in place, watching the two shameless guys walk out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened, still unable to process the shocking scene he had just witnessed.

Of course, it wasn’t just him who couldn’t process it. Even Bian Yiqiu, who had just been lost in pleasure, still couldn’t fully digest it. As he walked out of the bathroom, his legs felt like they were floating, as if he were walking on thick cotton, with no sense of reality.

The corridor lights had an odd, dreamlike glow, making Ke Mingxuan, who was walking ahead, seem a bit ethereal.

Bian Yiqiu stared at his back, unable to tell if what had just happened in the bathroom was just a figment of his imagination.

Ke Mingxuan reached the entrance of his private room door and stopped, waiting for Bian Yiqiu to catch up.  Then, he suddenly leaned in and whispered something in his ear. But Bian Yiqiu, still heavy-headed and lost in the passion from just few minutes ago, couldn’t make out what he said. Before he could gather himself, Ke Mingxuan had already turned and walked into the private room.