Yan Shuoyun made a quick stop at a convenience store and told Fu Yichen to wait in the car.

Fu Yichen obediently agreed, but now that he was sobering up, he fell into a spiral of regret.

Impulsiveness is a devil, and drinking always leads to mistakes—lessons passed down by the wise.

He wanted to get out of the car, but at this point, it felt disrespectful to Senior Yan if he did.

He distinctly remembered that Yan Shuoyun was straight. After all, he had been pursuing a senior girl not too long ago. How did he end up kissing him out of nowhere?

Could it be that Senior was outwardly composed but actually too drunk to think straight, mistaking him for someone else, and that’s why he found him “cute” and took him along?

Maybe Senior didn’t even realize who he was.

But when Senior kissed him earlier, he couldn’t help but imagine…

And then…

He got hard.

Luckily, his bag was conveniently on his lap, covering the important area.

Ugh…

What a scumbag I am.

His face must be completely flushed red now. He tried hard to calm himself down, along with his body’s… reaction.

Just then, Yan Shuoyun returned, tossing a big plastic bag into Fu Yichen’s lap.

Fu Yichen had no idea what Yan Shuoyun had bought, but the moment he looked inside, the emotions he had barely suppressed came rushing back.

It was all condoms. Various kinds, along with lubricants.

Holy crap. He wasn’t mentally prepared to see that.

Noticing Fu Yichen’s frozen reaction, Yan Shuoyun chuckled, “What’s on your mind? Why’s your face so red?”

Leaning his head against the steering wheel, Yan Shuoyun glanced meaningfully at Fu Yichen, one hand gently playing with Fu Yichen’s hair and earlobe.

The affectionate look in Yan Shuoyun’s eyes gave Fu Yichen the illusion that Yan Shuoyun was deeply in love with him.

Fu Yichen felt a tingling sensation where Yan Shuoyun was touching him, and his heart fluttered.

“I’m just… embarrassed.”

“Well, you’re going to be even more embarrassed later,” Yan Shuoyun teased, thinking about how cute Fu Yichen had been at nineteen.

A long time ago, after one of their intimate moments, Yan Shuoyun had joked with Fu Yichen, saying that if they had started earlier, Fu Yichen would have been even sweeter during his student years—before he began working out and gained that lean, toned look. Back then, he had still been soft and fluffy.

Fu Yichen had gotten mad and told him to stop joking around, though his voice had always carried a hint of fondness.

Thinking about the past made Yan Shuoyun’s heart ache a little.

Fu Yichen, on the other hand, felt like he was about to be driven crazy by the teasing.

“Senior, stop saying stuff like that…” He was so nervous, his eyes were even starting to tear up a bit.

“I won’t bully you.”

Yan Shuoyun barely held back the urge to act on his desires. He responded softly and focused on driving.

He couldn’t lose control now. Otherwise, he might just take Fu Yichen right there in the car.

The car sped along, matching the quickening pace of Fu Yichen’s heartbeat.

They checked into a hotel room almost immediately.

As soon as they stepped inside, Yan Shuoyun smoothly closed the door, then wrapped his arms around Fu Yichen and began kissing him.

Fu Yichen, holding onto the bag of condoms, felt awkward and clumsy, completely at Yan Shuoyun’s mercy.

As their kisses grew more intense, they made their way to the bed. Yan Shuoyun quickly took Fu Yichen’s bag and the plastic bag and tossed them aside on the floor.

Since it was Fu Yichen’s first time, he had no idea where to put his hands or what to do. All he could do was instinctively return the kiss.

But Senior’s kisses were so fierce, he couldn’t even catch his breath. He couldn’t understand why Yan Shuoyun was kissing him with such intensity.

Their tongues entwined, Yan Shuoyun hungrily sucking on his lips and tongue. They kissed until they were both panting heavily, with long strands of saliva connecting their mouths.

“Senior…” Fu Yichen gasped, his lips trembling in a plea for Yan Shuoyun to slow down.

He liked it, but he couldn’t keep up.

“Call me by my name.”

Yan Shuoyun’s eyes darkened with a predatory intensity.

He didn’t like Fu Yichen just calling him “Senior.” It felt too distant.

As punishment, he bit into Fu Yichen’s shoulder, leaving a noticeable mark.

In pain, Fu Yichen cried out, “Shuo… Shuoyun… Shuoyun-senior.” He still couldn’t help but add the “Senior” part, feeling it would be disrespectful otherwise.

Yan Shuoyun sighed internally but reminded himself not to rush. Fu Yichen probably didn’t understand the situation yet.

After all, only he remembered their past life.

To the current Fu Yichen, Yan Shuoyun was probably just a senior who had suddenly developed an interest in a younger guy. There was still a long way to go.

He wanted so badly to tell Yichen that his love was just as strong as his, but without a good reason, Fu Yichen would just think he was lying.

It left Yan Shuoyun feeling both unsatisfied and heartbroken. He tightened his hold around Fu Yichen’s body, his hands and mouth exploring Fu Yichen’s neck, making him squirm.

Fu Yichen’s alcohol-warmed body was slightly sweaty, and every time Yan Shuoyun kissed him, he caught a sweet scent coming from Fu Yichen’s skin.

With nowhere else to place his hands, Fu Yichen hugged Yan Shuoyun back. He couldn’t deny how safe it felt to hold onto his broad shoulders.

But the downside of holding him tightly was that Fu Yichen could feel a huge bulge pressing against him, and it was making his own body react even more.

“Um… could you give me a bit of space?” Fu Yichen spoke up, feeling the discomfort growing from the tension between his legs.

Yan Shuoyun, ever considerate, released him slightly. But one hand immediately slid under Fu Yichen’s shirt, expertly pinching his light brown nipple, while the other hand casually undid his own belt and tossed it aside.

Fu Yichen gasped in shock and pain. How did Senior move so fast, and how was he so skilled?

He let out a low moan, “It hurts, Shuoyun-senior.” One of his nipples had already been pinched red and swollen.

But for some reason, despite the pain, his whole body felt like it was melting.

Yan Shuoyun pretended not to hear Fu Yichen’s complaints and continued to undress him, leaving him in nothing but a pair of white boxers.

He knew Fu Yichen’s nipples were particularly sensitive.

In a daze, Fu Yichen’s let himself be stripped bare.

Yan Shuoyun’s hand wandered over Fu Yichen’s soft bottom, while his other arm pulled Fu Yichen’s slim waist closer.

Lowering his head, he kissed the nipple he had just tortured, nibbling on it as punishment, while his tongue flicked over the other side teasingly.

It was as if Yan Shuoyun was saying: Even if it hurts, I’m still going to do this to you.

Nineteen-year-old Fu Yichen was incredibly flexible. His oversized T-shirt had hidden his slim figure, but now Yan Shuoyun could appreciate just how delicate he was.

Fu Yichen had once felt self-conscious about his body and had even talked to Shuoyun about it, which was why he had started going to the gym later on.

But Yan Shuoyun adored it. It was like a dream come true—sweet, soft Fu Yichen.

Fu Yichen felt overwhelmed by the sensations. His nipples and his lower body were being attacked, sending electric shocks through his body. He didn’t know what to do, completely at Yan Shuoyun’s mercy.

With tears welling up in his eyes, he wrapped his arms around Yan Shuoyun’s shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto like a lifeline.