Large raindrops fall against the car, making people restless and agitated.

Li Wenshui’s heart pounded like a drum, even louder than the rain.

Liang Jin’s perfectly shaped lips were pressed tightly together, forming a thin line. He tilted his chin slightly and looked at Li Wenshui, waiting for him.

Li Wenshui’s palms were sweating, and a blush crept up his neck and onto his cheeks.

The wind picked up, blowing in through the window and wrapping around his damp body. The chill spread throughout his body, making Li Wenshui tremble.

He remained motionless, and Liang Jin said nothing. The atmosphere was thick with tension.

Li Wenshui gently bit his lip, lowered his head, and took off his shirt. His skin, exposed to the cold air, developed goosebumps.

He kept his upper body hunched over, his head lowered. The bones of his shoulder blades protruded slightly as he moved his arms, like two pitiful trembling wings.

He wiped both palms on his pants, but the damp fabric only made his hands wetter. Hesitantly, he reached for the waistband of his pants. Li Wenshui clenched his jaw and pulled down his trousers and shorts in one swift motion.

His slender, delicate body glowed white in the dim light.

A brazen gaze swept over every inch of his skin, making Li Wenshui uncontrollably hot all over.

Li Wenshui took a deep breath and reached out with his cold hand to press against Liang Jin’s leg. He kicked off his shoes, pulled down his pants to his ankles, straightened up, and straddled Liang Jin.

A strong hand pressed against Li Wenshui’s waist, and with a slight stumble, he pressed his entire body against Liang Jin. Liang Jin’s embrace was warm, and the fabric of his clothes brushed against Li Wenshui’s exposed skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Liang Jin watched Li Wenshui, who was still facing him with his head lowered, his ears flushed and his body trembling. He commanded, “Look up.”

Li Wenshui raised his head, his red-rimmed eyes filled with shame and panic.

Liang Jin pinched Li Wenshui’s chin and kissed his crimson lips. Li Wenshui tensed up, motionless, like a hard stone. For a moment, Liang Jin couldn’t pry open Li Wenshui’s lips.

He thought, Li Wenshui is playing innocent too well.

Liang Jin pried open Li Wenshui’s lips, “Open your mouth.”

Li Wenshui could only hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He felt like his heart was about to burst, even though this wasn’t his first time.

He didn’t know why he was so nervous that he couldn’t control himself.

He opened his mouth, revealing his moist tongue.

Liang Jin’s lips pressed down again, filling his mouth with the other’s breath. His nimble tongue swept across Li Wenshui’s upper palate, sending a tingling sensation to the top of his head.

Li Wenshui’s breathing quickened, his head spun, and his mind went blank.

He was about to suffocate.

Li Wenshui’s face flushed red, and Liang Jin released him. Then he heard the sound of a belt buckle being undone, and Liang Jin pressed Li Wenshui’s hand.

“Ride me.”

Li Wenshui nervously bite his lips, wondering if he could get out of the car.
Liang Jin reached out and gently stroked Li Wenshui’s sweat-dampened neck, his eyes crinkled with a smile, his gaze deep.
Dark clouds obscured the last rays of the evening sun. Willow branches swayed in the heavy rain, and the streets were deserted. This was the heaviest rain since the beginning of summer, shrouding the entire city of Beijing in a misty rain. The figures inside the car were blurry and indistinct.
Night fell, and the city lights began to flicker on.
An arm rested on the car window, the delicate cufflinks emitting a faint glow.
Li Wenshui was sweating profusely, his body limp and watery, panting as he lay in Liang Jin’s arms.
His damp black hair clung to his forehead in disarray, his eyes hazy, and his cheeks flushed.
Liang Jin looked relaxed, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing two white collarbones with a faint, shallow bite mark.
One hand continuously roamed over Li Wenshui’s body, never stopping.
Li Wenshui couldn’t take it anymore, so he pressed down on Liang Jin’s hand and whispered, “Didn’t I say it was uncomfortable? Stop touching me.”
Liang Jin’s mood brightened, and he smiled, “How could that be? You feel great here.”
Li Wenshui’s thigh was pinched hard. The bruises from before hadn’t faded yet, and Liang Jin had added a few more colorful marks.
He sniffled, rested his chin on Liang Jin’s shoulder, and said nothing more.
Liang Jin leaned over and kissed his cheek. Li Wenshui was now docile and charming, his previous reactions were also fresh and amusing.
He couldn’t help but have a mischievous thought and asked, “How many people have you slept with before me?”
Li Wenshui: “…”

Liang Jin teased him: “I’m asking you a question.”
“One,” Li Wenshui replied reluctantly.
“One?” Liang Jin raised an eyebrow, looking at Li Wenshui skeptically. “Yu Zizhuo?”
“No, it was my first boyfriend.”
“Didn’t you do it ‘a few times’?” Liang Jin continued questioning.
“I don’t remember,” Li Wenshui replied, though it wasn’t that he didn’t remember, but rather that he didn’t need to recall. He only looked forward.
“You’re so beautiful; he should have liked you a lot, right?” Liang Jin softly speculated.
“No, he didn’t like me for long,” Li Wenshui replied.
Liang Jin wasn’t someone who liked asking about a lover’s past, he didn’t care about that, but he was curious about Li Wenshui.
“Why didn’t he like you? You should be very likable.” Li Wenshui was puzzled for a moment, “Didn’t you say you didn’t like me before?”
Liang Jin didn’t expect the conversation to turn to himself. He laughed and said, “I don’t like you, but it doesn’t contradict you being liked by others. Besides, there are some things I like about you. Otherwise, why would I be with you?”
Some things, meaning he liked his face.
He continued, “That person was terrible in bed, and had a big addiction. I just told him that his skills weren’t good and I wasn’t comfortable. Maybe that hurt his pride. He said I was like a log, and we argued and broke up.”
Liang Jin, holding the warm, soft person in his arms, defended Li Wenshui, “How could you be like a log? Don’t listen to his nonsense. He’s just insulting you because he’s incompetent. Breaking up was the right choice.”
He then asked, “What about me? Are you satisfied?” ^[1]T/L’s Note: Wanna smack this scumbag, you want a presentation of compare and contrast bed skills? Let us read how did you do it first hahahah We will listen and we don’t judge haha
The warm, damp breath brushed against his ear. Liang Jin’s voice was magnetic and pleasant. Li Wenshui’s face flushed, and he quickly changed the subject, “What about you? How many times have you done it?”
This time it was Liang Jin’s turn to answer, “I don’t remember.”
Li Wenshui didn’t want to answer, while Liang Jin truly didn’t remember.
The rain gradually lightened, and pedestrians on the street increased. Li Wenshui, holding onto Liang Jin, didn’t really want to move. Occasionally, passersby glanced into the car. Liang Jin rolled up the window and took out his phone from the drawer.
“Yu Zizhuo won’t bother you anymore. At least while you’re with me, he won’t dare to touch you.”
Li Wenshui took the phone and checked it carefully, a smile forming on his face. Now he wouldn’t have to buy a new phone, saving a lot of money.
Liang Jin stared at Li Wenshui for a moment, then reached out to gently touch the corners of his upturned lips. “Next time, don’t be late. I’ve never waited for anyone.”
Li Wenshui scrolled through the WeChat messages from the past few days. The most messages were from Lin Yumo.
Lin Yumo: [What’s going on? Don’t you have a relationship with the vice president? It’s been spreading in the company that the vice president himself said you weren’t familiar with him. They also said your photos on Moments were edited. Ji Xingzhou and Suge are both mocking you, one openly, one subtly.]
Lin Yumo: [Reply to me!]
Lin Yumo: [Does this mean my dream of eating and drinking well with you is over?]
Li Wenshui sneaked a glance at Liang Jin. How was he supposed to tell Lin Yumo that he was currently sitting on Liang Jin’s lap? He quickly typed a message, typed one line, then deleted it. Typed another line and deleted it again. Liang Jin didn’t allow him to tell others about their relationship.
After thinking for a moment, Li Wenshui asked, “Liang Jin, let’s add each other on WeChat?”
Liang Jin didn’t hesitate, “Sure.”
“Then I’ll scan you.”
Liang Jin displayed his QR code. Li Wenshui’s phone, being outdated, lagged for a while before it finally scanned successfully with a beep.
Li Wenshui’s WeChat profile picture was of a cartoon orange cat with its hands raised up as if catching money, and on each side were two large characters—[I want to get rich].

When Liang Jin opened Li Wenshui’s WeChat Moments, it was full of luxury items, and he saw a photo of his car along with a group photo. What was even more amusing was that Li Liyan had been cropped out of the picture, which was very much in line with Li Wenshui’s image. At the same time, Li Wenshui was also looking at Liang Jin’s WeChat. Liang Jin’s profile picture was a character from a Japanese anime, and his Moments were completely empty.

“You didn’t… block me, did you?” Li Wenshui asked. Liang Jin glanced at his phone and honestly replied, “My Moments are just empty.”

Li Wenshui sat up straight, grabbed his wrinkled clothes, and started putting them on. “Why don’t you post anything?”

Liang Jin didn’t quite understand why Li Wenshui was asking that. “There’s nothing to post.”

Li Wenshui tied his shoelaces, and a thought crossed his mind. He had read an article earlier on a public account about the psychology of people who like to post on Moments versus those who don’t. The first type posts because they want to share something with someone, or they feel neglected and want attention, or they lack something and want to show off. The second type, however, leads a fulfilling life, is emotionally stable, and doesn’t need validation from Moments.

Li Wenshui was the first type, while Liang Jin was the second. Li Wenshui lacked everything, whether it was love or money. Liang Jin, on the other hand, had everything, both love and money. People who lack things hold on to everything cautiously, while those who have enough don’t care about what stays or goes.

“It’s getting late. Let me take you home,” Liang Jin said.

“When will I see you next?” Li Wenshui asked.

“I’ve been busy recently. I’ll contact you when I have time,” Liang Jin replied, pulling Li Wenshui in for a kiss. “I’ve already spoken to Auntie. She won’t bother you again, but it’s still better if you keep your distance from Luo Jianan.”