Chapter 115: Honesty

This place used to be a small hotel, and there wasn’t much lighting on the second floor.

The corridor was dark, with red carpeting underfoot and two “Emergency Exit” signs on the walls glowing faintly green.

The lights were likely powered by a small private generator that the owner had managed to acquire. Having any light at this hour was already quite remarkable.

Lin Mu was being led forward by his hand. Fu Jingmo’s hand was broad and slightly dry, and he hadn’t let go of him the entire time.

The night was very quiet.

However, due to their heightened senses and the poor soundproofing of this small hotel, every little noise seemed amplified.

Embarrassing sounds occasionally leaked faintly from the rooms on either side.

The noises startled Lin Mu, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

Just as he was about to speak, Fu Jingmo had already taken out the key, unlocked the door in front of them, and led him inside.

Lin Mu followed him inside, and the door was slammed shut with a kick.

Immediately after, his wrist was yanked forcefully, and he was pressed against the wall.

Both his hands were pinned above his head with one hand, while the tall figure in front of him leaned in close.

The lights in the room were left off.

Under the cool moonlight, Fu Jingmo’s face was barely visible.

Before Lin Mu could react, his lips were captured in a kiss. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest.

Compared to the cramped space in the restroom earlier, this room offered more space, but it was pitch black.

The darkness amplified every sensation, and the kiss on his lips was searing and fierce, filled with an overwhelming sense of possession.

Their lips and teeth clashed, like fire igniting ice, instantly releasing a wave of heat…

A faint taste of blood spread from his lips. Fu Jingmo’s kiss was just like him—dominant and unyielding.

Lin Mu passively endured, his thin lips parting slightly, unwittingly giving the other an opportunity to deepen the kiss.

“Mm…”

After a long while, the person in front of him finally released his hands, resting his forehead against Lin Mu’s and letting out two low chuckles.

He praised, “So sweet.”

…

His hands that had been restrained above his head were released, leaving them slightly sore and weak.

Lin Mu rotated his wrists a little, feeling like he had just been nibbled on by a big dog.

Leaning against the wall, he tried to steady his chaotic breathing.

Fu Jingmo pulled him into his arms, resting his chin on Lin Mu’s slender shoulder. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the restless energy within him.

They stayed like that, quietly embracing for a long time.

From the neighboring room, someone let out a sharp cry, seemingly overcome with passion. The sound made Lin Mu shudder, and his face instantly burned with embarrassment.

“Why… did you bring me here?”

His voice was hoarse, like a kitten scratching at someone’s heart.

Fu Jingmo caught the barely noticeable tremor in his tone and chuckled softly. His hand lightly pinched and toyed with Lin Mu’s slender waist, playing with him.

“Oh, coming here—what do you think we could do?”

“…”

Lin Mu’s eyelashes fluttered, and his pale face looked somewhat pitiful. Fu Jingmo put away his teasing demeanor and gently touched Lin Mu’s face.

“Didn’t you say you had something to tell me? I was worried that if we went back, that fool He Ze might barge in and ruin things again.”

“…”

He had a point, but this place was clearly not very quiet either.

“How do you even know about this place?”

The two held each other in the darkness, speaking in soft voices. There was an inexplicable, indescribable sense of intimacy in the air.

“Hmm, I haven’t been here before. I just saw it the other day while passing by.”

“Oh…”

Without turning on the lights, Fu Jingmo guided Lin Mu toward the bed. The small hotel was reasonably clean, and the blanket even carried the faint scent of being freshly sun-dried.

Fu Jingmo knew Lin Mu was delicate and disliked dirt.

Even so, he grabbed the blanket and sheets from the bed and tossed them onto the sofa in the room.

“Use your own.”

Lin Mu took out a blanket and bed sheet from his space. Fu Jingmo bent down and neatly spread them out, then casually sat in the middle of the blanket.

He stretched out his hand toward Lin Mu. “Come here.”

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