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He tied himself up with Shi Shaoyu’s tie and said, “Brother, you know, I’ve never had a wife since I was young.”

A reserved, seductive beauty as the bottom x a sly, flirty, mischievous younger man as the top.

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1
The large bed in the hotel room was a mess.

Song Wenjing sat dazed on the edge of the bed, staring at the scattered used condoms.

What’s going on? Who did he sleep with?

He drank too much last night, and now his head was pounding. He could barely remember what happened.

A few fleeting images in his mind confirmed it: the person he was rolling around with in bed last night was a man.

And, he was definitely the one on top. He recalled the other person’s seductive voice from the night before.

Before he could gather his thoughts, his good friend called.

“My brother is back from abroad. You’ve always said you wanted to meet him, right?”

Song Wenjing had been staying with his good friend Shi Bai at the Shi family’s house recently, and he had been curious about Shi Bai’s genius businessman brother.

“Alright, I’ll freshen up and head over,” Song Wenjing said, rubbing his temples.

As he got out of bed, he stepped on something that made him wince in pain.

He picked it up—a button, likely pulled off a shirt during the chaos.

On a strange impulse, he put the button in his pocket and drove to the Shi family house.

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When Song Wenjing was introduced to Shi Shaoyu by Shi Bai, he froze.

It was their first meeting, but the face seemed oddly familiar.

Shi Shaoyu’s eyes held a hint of a smile as he extended his hand to Song Wenjing. “I’ve heard a lot about you from Shi Bai. Nice to meet you.”

Song Wenjing glanced at the pale hand. The cuffs couldn’t hide the red marks on Shi Shaoyu’s wrist.

Fragments of memory from last night flashed through his mind. He vaguely remembered holding a similar wrist and kissing it.

It wasn’t until Shi Shaoyu gave his palm a light squeeze that Song Wenjing snapped out of his thoughts. “Nice to meet you, Brother Shi,” he said meaningfully.

After releasing his hand, Shi Shaoyu turned to go upstairs. “I have something to deal with in my room. Excuse me for a moment.”

The way he walked was a bit odd.

Despite trying to keep it together, Song Wenjing saw right through him.

Shi Bai was already sprawled on the sofa playing video games. Song Wenjing glanced at him.

There was something he needed to confirm.

Song Wenjing knocked on Shi Shaoyu’s door.

Once inside Shi Shaoyu’s private space, Song Wenjing smiled. “Brother Shi, I came to return something.”

Under Shi Shaoyu’s gaze, he pulled the button out of his pocket.

Shi Shaoyu’s shirt lay on the bed—it seemed like he was just about to dispose of it.

“You managed to find it? I thought it had been lost last night.”

Shi Shaoyu smirked. “The needle and thread are ready. You can fix my shirt now.”

Song Wenjing suddenly realized that while last night was an accident, Shi Shaoyu had probably known who he was all along.

“What’s wrong?” Shi Shaoyu approached, trapping him with his hands on the table.

“You broke it, and now you don’t want to take responsibility?”

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2
Shi Shaoyu’s voice was soft.

His tone was like a hook, both threatening and complaining, with a hint of blame.

Song Wenjing lowered his gaze and looked at him, his eyes slipping into the collar of Shi Shaoyu’s shirt.

He could just make out a clear bite mark on the back of Shi Shaoyu’s neck. When he had bitten him last night, Shi Shaoyu had cried.

Song Wenjing wondered how many more marks he had left under Shi Shaoyu’s clothes.

As if reading his thoughts, Shi Shaoyu undid a button with one hand.

His fingers traced the kiss marks on his neck down to the bruises on his chest.

“Want to take a closer look?” The younger man curled his lips. “It still hurts, you know.”

As more buttons were undone, Song Wenjing’s heart raced, and even his breathing became erratic.

Up until last night, he had been certain he was straight.

But the young man in front of him was too attractive—his slim waist, and those long legs from last night, kept flashing through his mind.

He quickly grabbed Shi Shaoyu’s wrist. “I’ll fix the shirt.”

He couldn’t let this go on. Song Wenjing felt like his nose was about to start bleeding uncontrollably.

Behind him, he heard Shi Shaoyu laugh. Song Wenjing tried to calm himself with deep breaths.

“Perfect, you fix the shirt while I take a shower,” Shi Shaoyu said.

Song Wenjing was dumbfounded.

He looked up at Shi Shaoyu in disbelief.

Shi Shaoyu raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been traveling all day, and you messed me up pretty badly last night. Can’t I take a shower?”

Song Wenjing’s hands tightened. He quickly looked away, wishing he were blind and deaf.

“You really don’t guard yourself around me, do you?” Song Wenjing clicked his tongue.

Shi Shaoyu replied with a knowing smile, “Didn’t Shi Bai say you were straight?”

Once, perhaps.

Song Wenjing said nothing more. The sound of water running filled his ears.

He couldn’t stay calm—images from last night wouldn’t leave his mind.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he silently chanted, “I’m straight.”

When Shi Shaoyu emerged, Song Wenjing had just finished fixing the button and was putting everything away.

“I’m done. It’s my first time…”

My first time fixing a button, it might not be great.

Before he could finish, the words stuck in his throat.

Shi Shaoyu stood before him, freshly showered, wearing only a towel that barely covered the essential areas. His body was marked all over, leaving Song Wenjing unsure where to even look.

As his gaze swept over Shi Shaoyu’s bruised thighs, Song Wenjing cursed himself.

Beast.

Shi Shaoyu chuckled. “I know it was your first time—no skill, but very… forceful.”

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3
Song Wenjing gritted his teeth.

He knew Shi Shaoyu was deliberately twisting his words, but still, a sour feeling rose in his heart.

“Have you had a lot of experience, Brother Shi?” Song Wenjing stood up.

He wasn’t going to let Shi Shaoyu lead him around anymore.

Shi Shaoyu, leaning against the wardrobe, calmly replied, “Seen a lot.”

“If I wasn’t good, why don’t you teach me?” Song Wenjing said in a low voice.

Shi Shaoyu remained composed, pressing his hand against Song Wenjing’s chest. “I can’t teach you—no condoms.”

It seemed like he was relying on that fact, thinking he could keep Song Wenjing in check.

Song Wenjing met his gaze. “Do you remember how many we used last night?”

Shi Shaoyu had been dazed and in and out of consciousness the night before—he had no idea.

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