He remembered, many years ago, someone had sworn to the heavens that they would eradicate crime at all costs. And the result?

As long as the world exists, as long as there are people, there will be evil.

But Ye Jingsheng never cared about such things. All he wanted was to live for the moment.

So, the golden-haired beauty leaning lazily against the wall in front of him should, by all logic, be bringing him great pleasure. Especially with her long, slender legs slowly sliding between his. Yet all he could manage was a wry smile.

Even though the banquet was chaotic and he had drunk quite a bit, he still could not enjoy the embrace of a beauty like her. Blame it on his disobedient lower half. It simply did not respond to women.

“Miss Vivianne, doing this…,” he gestured toward the lively dance floor in the room, “the host might not be pleased. And I really don’t want to die here. You know Zachis has a bad temper.”

“He doesn’t care about things like this. Let’s make it quick,” she said with a coquettish laugh, leaning closer, her crimson lips almost brushing against his nose. “You’ve been drinking quite a lot tonight. I saw it myself. Why wouldn’t you want to…”

“Miss Vivianne,” he sighed, catching her wandering hand as it slid toward his crotch. Her expression shifted slightly in surprise, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

“I would love to… but, I’m not into women.” Ye Jingsheng gently adjusted her hair and spun her lightly by the shoulder. “Don’t you prefer Oriental men? Fang Yang… yes, the one in the black suit… I’m sure you’ll find him interesting.”

Vivianne cast him a sultry sideways glance. “You’re really not into women? Such a pity… for such a strong man…”

Ye Jingsheng leaned close, planting a light kiss near her ear. “It is a pity… but trust me, you’ll be satisfied in a bit.”

Turning on the faucet, Ye Jingsheng splashed water onto his face repeatedly. Damn it. He hadn’t expected that wine to have such a strong aftertaste. He had been fine earlier, but now it felt like he was suddenly drunk, so much so that even walking felt unsteady.

As he raised his head, he noticed that the reflection in the mirror had suddenly gained another figure.

“Heh.” Ye Jingsheng laughed, his voice slightly unsteady. “Boss Fang, why aren’t you indulging in a soft, warm embrace tonight?”

“You’re really drunk, aren’t you? Vivianne is Zachis’s mistress. Do you seriously not know that, or are you trying to get me killed?!” Fang Yang angrily grabbed him by the collar, crumpling the expensive white shirt into a wrinkled mess.

Ye Jingsheng shook his head and slid a finger along Fang Yang’s chiseled jawline. “I couldn’t handle her, so I passed her to you. Unless, Yang ge, you’re like me and don’t go for women either?”

Fang Yang’s mind exploded in an instant. He wanted to shout, to throw this man against the wall, to tell him that even if he wanted a woman, it couldn’t be here, and certainly not one as dangerous as Vivianne. But what came out of his mouth instead was: “I’m not into women?! The only one I’m into is you! Are you satisfied now?!”

Ye Jingsheng’s eyes widened before he suddenly burst out laughing, collapsing unsteadily onto Fang Yang’s shoulder. “Idiot… If Vivianne dares to be so brazen, it means she’s important to Zachis. A chip like that, why let it go to waste?”

The heavy scent of alcohol buzzed at Fang Yang’s nerves. Something stirred in his chest as he slowly slid an arm around Ye Jingsheng’s shoulders, half-embracing, half-supporting him. In a hoarse voice, he murmured, “You’re so smart… always daring to do whatever you want…”

Ye Jingsheng leaned his head against him, his slightly flushed face carrying a faintly dazed expression.

Both of them couldn’t help but think back to the fiery, unfinished night just days ago.

“Ah Sheng…” Fang Yang had never been one to suppress his desires. Whatever he wanted, he would take, by any means necessary. And now, he felt himself once again entangled by this cunning, deadly, and seductive snake.

The snake flicked its crimson tongue, lightly brushing against his neck in a teasing manner. Unable to resist, he reached out his hand to grasp the snake’s weak spot, his touch firm yet delicately controlled.

“Ah…” Ye Jingsheng tilted his head back, closing his eyes as a low moan escaped him. He quickly slapped Fang Yang’s hand away. “Don’t mess with me.”

“Why not?” Fang Yang’s expression at that moment was infuriatingly smug. “Didn’t you say you’re not into just anyone?”

Ye Jingsheng appeared momentarily puzzled, then shook his head with a laugh. “Get lost. Don’t joke around at a time like this. I’ve had too much to drink. Don’t—”

He didn’t get to finish. Fang Yang had already gripped his waist and kissed him fiercely. “I haven’t forgotten… you owe me one.”

Ye Jingsheng panted heavily, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn’t deny it. The man in front of him had always had a deadly, irresistible pull on him, enemy or not.

“Fuck!” he groaned as Fang Yang shoved him hard against the sink. His expensive suit crumpled under the sheer force of their urgency. Fang Yang grabbed his jacket and tore it off.

“You crazy bastard, wait a second. Damn it, not here!” Ye Jingsheng barked, his voice strained. “You want everyone to hear us and laugh their asses off?”

“Then let’s take it back to the room,” Fang Yang growled, his voice thick with heat, his eyes blazing with lust. It was impossible to tell who was more drunk or more desperate.

“And what about Zachis? You’re just gonna let him go to hell?”

“Fuck him,” Fang Yang snarled, leaning forward, the burning heat of his body pressing against Ye Jingsheng, making him jerk back like he’d been scalded.

“Fang Yang, you’re fucking insane,” Ye Jingsheng muttered, licking his lips as he gasped for air. “And it’s terrifying.”

“Right back at you,” Fang Yang shot back.

They stumbled back to the room in a tangle of limbs, barely holding themselves together. It took every ounce of restraint not to pin each other down in the hallway. The moment the door slammed shut, Ye Jingsheng grabbed Fang Yang’s belt and yanked it down savagely. With a wicked grin, he teased, “Looks like you’ve been hard as fuck for a while, Yang ge.”

Fang Yang, his breathing ragged, couldn’t hold back anymore. Dragging Ye Jingsheng roughly onto the bed, he straddled his waist and tore open his pants. The sight of Ye Jingsheng’s cock, already hard and flushed, made him curse. “You’re no fucking better!” he hissed, leaning down to bite at his neck and chest, deliberately avoiding the part he knew would make him lose it.

“Ah, fuck—stop teasing!” Ye Jingsheng growled, his voice hoarse and low. He bucked his hips, desperate for more, but Fang Yang didn’t let up. His mind was clouded with nothing but raw, burning desire. Grabbing Ye Jingsheng’s legs, he spread them wide, his hand sliding lower.

“Fuck, that’s… ah, shit,” Ye Jingsheng groaned, his body trembling as he let go completely. His eyes fluttered half-shut, and he wrapped an arm around Fang Yang’s neck, licking his lips as if taunting him. “Feels so fucking good… you’re a goddamn beast… wait—”

But then his eyes snapped open, realization flashing across his face as he tried to twist away. Fang Yang, however, pinned him down with a firm grip on his hips, his other hand diving lower.