Chapter 55 - Getting Kissed By A Drunk YanMingXiu (2/2)

Assistant Jiang wanted to help pull YanMingXiu up but YanMingXiu swung his hand away. Lowering his head, his nose moved closer to ZhouXiang’s face, seeming to smell and feel him.

ZhouXiang stared dazedly at the ceiling and tried to push him away but he was feeling too dizzy. This is not the kind of the dizziness from drinking but the dizziness from the fall. In short, his hands weren’t coordinating. He softly muttered, “President Yan…”

Without any words, something soft pressed onto his lips. When he realized that it is YanMingXiu’s kiss tinged with a trace of alcohol, his entire body stiffened.

Assistant Jiang is also dumbfounded. He stood at the door and watched YanMingXiu kiss ZhouXiang. He didn’t know whether to leave or not. He simply thought that was his imagination.

ZhouXiang gripped onto YanMingXiu’s face, wanting to push him away, but he didn’t know where a drunken YanMingXiu got so much strength. He was kissed so rigorously by YanMingXiu, as if he wanted to swallow ZhouXiang’s lips.

The rim of ZhouXiang’s eyes had a burning sensation; unknowingly, he has an impulse to cry.

YanMingXiu asked ambiguously, “Is it you(T/N)?” and then he hugged ZhouXiang and cried.

T/N: He is referring to Older ZhouXiang.

ZhouXiang is so shocked that he couldn’t say anything.

Assistant Jiang is terrified. As a smart and rational assistant, he made a decision which he thought was the most correct. He closed the door and fled. Knowing too much of the boss’s stuff is not a good thing so it’s better off he pretended not to know.

ZhouXiang looked at the tightly closed door, thinking of Assistant Jiang’s resolute ‘retreat’. This series of events happened within just a minute. When he shockingly turned his head back, YanMingXiu had actually fallen asleep. Only the tears on his face and his arms that are holding tightly onto his arms are the only indication that everything that happened earlier is not an illusion.

YanMingXiu cried. Why?

Is it you?

Who is he talking about?

When they first got into YanMingXiu’s home, was he calling out for himself (older ZhouXiang)? But ZhouXiang wasn’t too sure, it was all too fuzzy.

No matter what, ZhouXiang couldn’t go so far as to overestimate himself in believing that YanMingXiu would cry for him. Maybe YanMingXiu just drank too much causing his mood to fluctuate hugely. When ZhouXiang got drunk before, he even cried about the crush he had on this boy in junior high school. But when he woke up, he couldn’t even remember that person’s name nor how he looked like.

Alcohol can magnify a person’s emotions infinitely. Why is YanMingXiu like this? He had no idea. ZhouXiang only knew that he might have provoked some troubles.

He moved his body and tried to sit up but YanMingXiu is still clinging to him, so he couldn’t move.

Although the weather in this season is not too cold, if he slept on the floor for an entire night, wouldn’t he get sick? His most important purpose of getting YanMingXiu drunk is to ensure that his plan tonight would be absolutely safe. Even though he felt that he is still quite sober, he only needed to drink some water and get some fresh air, there shouldn’t be any problems going back to his condo. But how can he get out of this place (YanMingXiu’s home)?

What if his movements are too big and it woke YanMingXiu up?

ZhouXiang pondered for a long time, not knowing what to do.

YanMingXiu’s body was leaning on top of him; hot and heavy and his arm is still holding ZhouXiang’s waist with so much strength, as if he was holding onto something very important, refusing to let go even in his stupor.

ZhouXiang sighed softly; he endured and endured, and finally he couldn’t help but stretch out a hand. That hand gently fell onto YanMingXiu’s back.

Through YanMingXiu’s shirt, ZhouXiang’s palm felt his scorching strength; the warming energy from his skin seeped through the palm of his hand and reached into his heart.

This is….. YanMingXiu.

This is the YanMingXiu that he used to be very intimate with; their bodies had joined as one many times. They had been very close. He still remembered the scent of this person’s aftershave, the softness of his hair, the heat on his skin, and the taste of their kisses.

Now, they are once again hugging each other. But they are no longer the ZhouXiang and YanMingXiu from before.

ZhouXiang dazedly feel the heat in the palm of his hand. He didn’t dare to move. He was afraid that if he moved, the scene in front of him will collapse and he will find that everything is just an illusion.

He blinked his eyes, the rim of his eyes felt incessantly painful.

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