CW: dubcon(?), but not between our main CP
“Ah! Ow…”
Wen Nuan had advanced in a rush, but his movements were too brash. He didn’t get to smooch Baili Wuchang’s sexy lips at all; rather, his nose smashed into Baili Wuchang’s tall nose bridge.
The tip of his nose ached. Wen Nuan cried out in alarm, whatever sleepiness left on his body vanishing like smoke in thin air. He was immediately clear-headed.
There was no way a dream could hurt this much. It hurt to the point where tears instinctively sprung to Wen Nuan’s eyes.
But if this wasn’t a dream, why was he laying on the same bed next to the nice-waist guest from Room 404?
“Oh—!”
This wasn’t a dream at all!
Wen Nuan was one-hundred percent awake. His eyes widened in disbelief, and he rolled and crawled away from Baili Wuchang like a startled sparrow, almost rolling clean off the bed.
Luckily, Baili Wuchang’s reaction speed was fast. He stretched out an arm to cushion Wen Nuan’s head.
“Be careful.”
Baili Wuchang’s voice, in addition to the splendid sunbeams coming through the window, created an ineffable sort of tenderness.
Wen Nuan’s heart jumped and thumped irregularly. What on earth is going on…
“G…Guest, I was just…”
In the end, Wen Nuan still hopped away, keeping at least eight feet away from Baili Wuchang. He stammered, “Why am I here?”
Of course, it was because after Wen Nuan fell asleep, Baili Wuchang carried him here.
Baili Wuchang observed his startled appearance. This wasn’t an emotion Master ever displayed in the past, but he found it quite interesting.
It was just that when Wen Nuan’s act of throwing himself into his arms came to an abrupt end, Baili Wuchang was left feeling unhappy.
Baili Wuchang boasted shamelessly in an unperturbed way, “You followed me in last night saying you were too tired, falling asleep on my bed.”
“No…No way?” Wen Nuan tried hard to think back. He hadn’t drank alcohol yesterday, so there was probably no way he had acted like a roaring drunk.
He had taken the alcohol to Tang Qizhuan’s room, watching Tang Qizhuan drink. After Tang Qizhuan drank a lot, Wen Nuan felt sleepy. He accidentally fell asleep, and then…
And then he didn’t remember from there. Nothing rang a bell at all.
“Ah, right. Is Mr. Tang okay?” Thinking of Tang Qizhuan, Wen Nuan remembered he had drunk quite a bit. Even though he hadn’t acted crazy, he seemed even more despondent than when he was.
Baili Wuchang was very unhappy that Wen Nuan had brought up someone else’s name so early in the morning, especially since it was Tang Qizhuan.
Baili Wuchang remained silent. Wen Nuan felt a little awkward, as if the only person in the room was suddenly just himself.
Turning around, Wen Nuan looked at Baili Wuchang. Baili Wuchang just happened to get out of bed, standing in front of the floor-length mirror. He casually unbuttoned his shirt, and with a “whoosh”, he took off his clothes, leaving them on the ground.
“Gulp—”
Wen Nuan heard himself swallowing. It was really, really loud. His throat went dry and heavy, like it had caught fire. His gaze involuntarily stared closely at Baili Wuchang’s sturdy pecs.
No, no…Wen Nuan shook his head. He noticed Baili Wuchang’s abs were even more worthy to stare at.
Baili Wuchang didn’t stop there. He calmly changed his clothes, completely uncaring of the fact that Wen Nuan was watching this course of events.
Especially because Baili Wuchang was standing in front of a mirror, Wen Nuan could see his reflection, getting a fully detailed three-sixty view with no angle lost.
As Wen Nuan’s brain was stuck, Baili Wuchang’s hands had moved to his waist. “Clack—” He untied his belt.
“Wow—”
Wen Nuan sucked in a deep breath. This was even more rousing. He swiftly turned around, loudly saying, “Guest! I’m going out first!”
“Wait.” Baili Wuchang called after him.
Wen Nuan felt like someone had lit a fire under his butt. If he waited any longer, an accident might happen. If he was stimulated to the point where his beastly side was unlocked, what would happen?
Baili Wuchang’s voice was neither slow nor fast. “It looks like you have a nosebleed.”
“W…What?” Wen Nuan faltered. As he spoke, he raised a hand to touch his nose and saw…
A nosebleed…
He really did have a nosebleed.
Ashamed, Wen Nuan’s face flushed red. Both hands covering his nose, he ran out of Room 404 without delay, slamming the door with a “bang”.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Fan Liangda looked at Wen Nuan’s clothes, then he looked at the bloody tissues in Wen Nuan’s hands. “Wen Nuan…You…”
Wen Nuan had slept for just a few hours in Room 404, but his top two shirt buttons were undone, his pants were wrinkled, his hair was a mess, and there were pillow imprints on the side of his face…
Furthermore, because of the skittish way he was acting, it was remarkably like he was a scumbag who had donned his pants and run away from a one-night stand so as to not take responsibility.
“Senior Fan…” Wen Nuan had a head-splitting headache. He laughed drily and pointed to Room 404, saying, “Hey, it…it was the VIP guest from Room 404; he…he asked for special service, so I went over.”
As an employee of the Hell Chain Hotel, Fan Liangda knew what the words “special service” really meant. It was just service helping the ghost envoy guest, nothing big.
But as Wen Nuan was “justifying” himself, the elevator doors opened, and a few guests carrying their luggages came out.
The guests were normal people, so hearing the words “special service”, their gazes towards him became a little more odd.
Wen Nuan: “…” What a backwards day.
With difficulty, Wen Nuan made it back to his own dorm where he showered and changed. Looking at the time, it wasn’t yet noon.
The morning had been lively, and Wen Nuan didn’t feel like going back to sleep. If he could enjoy a day to himself, Wen Nuan figured, why not leave the Hell Chain Hotel and go for a stroll?
He took the elevator to go down to the lobby. Since it was around lunch hours, the number of people taking the elevator was higher, and it would stop every three or four floors.
“Ding—”
“Arriving at the seventh floor.”
When the elevator doors opened, a few guests got off at the seventh floor.
“How did you get in? Didn’t we already break up?”
“Get lost!”
Wen Nuan stood close to the elevator entrance, so he was able to faintly hear Tang Qizhuan’s voice.
Sure enough, the door to Room 0728 quickly opened, and Tang Qizhuan came out.
“Fine. Since you’re so insufferable, it’s fine if I avoid you, right? It’s fine if I leave?”
Tang Qizhuan just exited the room when Zhao Mingchong ran after him to stop him.
Zhao Mingchong said stubbornly, “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Bang!”
The door to Room 0728 closed again, and Wen Nuan’s line of sight cut off.
The elevator door also slowly closed, once again descending.
Wen Nuan shook his head, muttering to himself, “Being in a relationship sure is complicated.”
Inside Room 0728.
Tang Qizhuan had been dragged back inside by Zhao Mingchong. He wasn’t as physically robust as Zhao Mingchong, so he couldn’t fight him off, only struggling futilely until his ears and face were red.
“Xiao Zhuan!” Zhao Mingchong pressed the other against the wall. “Fine. You want to break up? I can grant you that, and I won’t bother you after that, and I won’t do anything that’ll negatively affect your future.”
Zhao Mingchong had suddenly changed his mind. Tang Qizhuan looked at him suspiciously.
Reaching out a hand, Zhao Mingchong brushed the other’s face, a finger sliding over his lips. In a low and hoarse voice, he added, “But I have one condition.”
“What condition?” Tang Qizhuan turned his head away to avoid his touch.
Zhao Mingchong smiled. His voice full of affection, he said, “The condition is that you stay with me for three more days.”
Tang Qizhuan furrowed his brow. He was very unhappy at how this condition just dragged things out. A break up was a break up; there was no need to add three more days.
“How about it?” Zhao Mingchong felt victory was in his grasp. “Stay with me for three days, and listen to whatever I say. As long as you obey me well, after three days, I won’t bother you any longer. I also guarantee I won’t let you lose your job. We’ll be like strangers in the future, never to be familiar again.”
For some reason, hearing the words “strangers” made Tang Qizhuan’s heart wrench in a way that left him breathless and sad.
“Okay.” Tang Qizhuan sighed deeply and replied in a frank manner. Three days wasn’t a long time, anyways.
Hearing his response, Zhao Mingchong smiled. He reached out and pulled Tang Qizhuan into a hug.
“What are you doing?” Tang Qizhuan was startled.
Zhao Mingchong carried him into the bathroom, dropping him into the bathtub.
“Hey!” exclaimed Tang Qizhuan. He was wearing a suit, but Zhao Mingchong still turned on the bathtub faucet.
“Zhao Mingchong, you’re insane; my clothes…” Tang Qizhuan complained.
Zhao Mingchong didn’t think it was a big deal, laughing, “If your clothes are wet, do you want me to help you take them off, or do you want to take them off yourself?”
“You…” Tang Qizhuan could only get one word out before Zhao Mingchong kissed him on the mouth.
Zhao Mingchong gnawed on his lips and said, “Didn’t you agree to listen to whatever I say? Right now, I’m itching just to hold you.”
“You…” Tang Qizhuan felt like he had boarded a pirate ship. What kind of person would still demand these things even after breaking up?
Zhao Mingchong still had more to say. “Weren’t you straightforward in answering just earlier? Do you regret it? It’s too late. Right now…do your best to tempt me, or else whatever happens in the next three days won’t count.”
“Zhao Mingchong you son of a bitch!” Fumes of anger steamed from Tang Qizhuan’s head. He rolled his fists up tightly, but he couldn’t fight back.
Zhao Mingchong seemed to know him very well. After being rigidly poked and prodded, Tang Qizhuan couldn’t even lift a finger against him.
Tang Qizhuan was exhausted, falling fast asleep. He felt like his body was going to break apart after all that teasing. He couldn’t move a step. Zhao Mingchong had been extremely ruthless; if Tang Qizhuan didn’t know better, he would think the other was trying to murder him.
“Cough cough cough—”
Hearing someone cough next to him, Tang Qizhuan woke up after an unknown amount of time.
He blearily opened his eyes. The room was dark; it was already nighttime.
“You’re awake?” The person next to him intimately cradled him. Without even looking, it was obviously Zhao Mingchong.
Tang Qizhuan moved just a little and immediately felt sore in his waist and back. Remembering the events that had happened in the bathroom, he didn’t want to speak to Zhao Mingchong at all.
“Cough—” Zhao Mingchong coughed again. It seemed like he had caught a cold.
Tang Qizhuan wasn’t surprised at all. He didn’t enjoy fooling around in the bathroom. Even though the atmosphere was good, the bathtub was narrow, and after doing it for that long, the hot bath water turned cold. It would’ve been weirder not to have caught a cold.
Zhao Mingchong brought it upon himself.
Tang Qizhuan didn’t say anything. He turned over, continuing to sleep.
“Xiao Zhuan, let’s get up.” Zhao Mingchong held him by the upper arms and kissed his hair. “It’s already night time. You haven’t eaten for a whole day. When you were sleeping, I called downstairs and asked them to reserve a seat in the restaurant. Let’s eat together. Isn’t your favorite dish creamy mushroom soup?”
Tang Qizhuan didn’t want to go, but he thought about it and still got up in the end; if he didn’t, Zhao Mingchong would probably use the three-day rule as an excuse to coerce him.
Zhao Mingchong seemed to at least understand that Tang Qizhuan was sore from head to toe right now. He tenderly helped him get dressed, being touchy-feely all the while, of course.
The two went from Room 0728 together to descend the elevator down to the restaurant to eat dinner.
Zhao Mingchong had reserved a table, so when they entered, they got seats with a good view. The dishes served at dinnertime were arranged in advance. They didn’t need to order anything. A waitress quickly came over to serve them accordingly.
“They’re all your favorites,” said Zhao Mingchong with a smile. “Creamy mushroom soup with less salt, pasta with extra cheese, pizza without bell peppers, and a medium-done steak…”
Tang Qizhuan listened to Zhao Mingchong speak, a little bewildered. These were indeed his favorites, down to a tee. Zhao Mingchong remembered every one of them well, making Tang Qizhuan feel like things between them weren’t actually that bad.
We already broke up. What’s the point of doing all this…
Zhao Mingchong gentlemanly took a fork and knife to slice up the steak, naturally handing it over to Tang Qizhuan. “I helped you cut it. Hurry, dig in.”
After saying so, he stood up.
Tang Qizhuan looked at him.
Zhao Mingchong pointed to the front desk and said, “Cough…I caught a bit of a cold, all because Xiao Zhuan was too passionate in the bathtub. I’m going to ask the front desk for some cold medicine. I don’t want you catching it because of me.”
Passionate…
Tang Qizhuan’s cheeks became hot. He quickly ducked his head, ignoring him, shoving a piece of steak in his mouth.
After speaking, Zhao Mingchong exited the restaurant, headed towards the lobby front desk.
Wen Nuan was at the front desk. He had just helped a guest check in, and when he raised his head, he saw Zhao Mingchong.
“Guest, do you need something?” asked Wen Nuan.
Zhao Mingchong didn’t immediately respond. He looked back at the restaurant. He could still see Tang Qizhuan, who was unenthusiastically eating steak.
Zhao Mingchong replied, “Do you have painkillers?”
“Painkillers?” Wen Nuan was a bit surprised. “Guest, do you feel unwell anywhere? Our hotel has a small-scale infirmary if you need it. You can…”
“No need,” declined Zhao Mingchong. “Just painkillers are fine.”
“I see…” Wen Nuan was a bit curious. Where does Mr. Zhao feel unwell? I can’t see it anywhere.
“Wait just a moment. I’ll help you get it,” said Wen Nuan.
Not many hotels would provide medicine, but the Hell Chain Hotel wasn’t cheap; there were all kinds of emergency measures established in full, so they also had a comprehensive stock of common medicines.
Wen Nuan squatted down, opening the drawers under the front desk. There were all kinds of medicine boxes. Even though they were all marked clearly, he still had to dig around.
“Painkillers…” Wen Nuan scanned the shelf.
“Here.”
A large, bony hand extended out from the side, having found the painkillers Wen Nuan needed first, considerately handing the box to Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan took the medicine box and raised his head. “As expected, it was you, guest…”
Baili Wuchang again!
Baili Wuchang stood at the front desk. He was tall, and his legs were long, so without even coming around the counter, he leaned over to see Wen Nuan.
According to Baili Wuchang’s attractiveness index, no matter what angle he was viewed from, he was still tragically handsome.
Wen Nuan asked in confusion, “Guest, don’t you need to go to work?”
He heard that ghost envoys were always busy, especially now with the ghost gate opened where there were many escaped evil ghosts who needed to be caught and brought back. But Wen Nuan felt like these last two days, the guest from Room 404 was rather leisurely. Why was it every time he turned around, he would appear?
Baili Wuchang didn’t answer Wen Nuan. He pointed and said, “He’s waiting for the painkillers.”
Wen Nuan had almost forgotten after he was interrupted by Baili Wuchang. He quickly gave the painkillers to Zhao Mingchong and said, “Here are your painkillers. Please take them according to the recommended dosage.”
“Thanks.” Zhao Mingchong nodded and didn’t linger. He put the painkillers in his pocket, turning back to go to the restaurant.
Wen Nuan watched Zhao Mingchong leave, and then he closed the medicine cabinet drawers.
“Wait a minute…”
Wen Nuan paused. He quickly reopened the cabinet.
“Painkillers…”
He just gave Zhao Mingchong a box of painkillers, he was sure of it. But then why were the painkillers in the cabinet full? Why wasn’t there a single box missing?”
“What happened?” Wen Nuan’s brain was in knots. He stared at the painkillers in a daze. His gaze slowly moved up, landing on Baili Wuchang who was leaning against the front desk.
“Mr. Baili,” Wen Nuan said hesitantly. “Where did you get the box of painkillers you just handed to me?”
Baili Wuchang remained unfazed. “Oh, I never said I handed you painkillers.”
“What?!” Wen Nuan’s brain exploded. He quickly routed around the front desk, wanting to chase after Zhao Mingchong.
Baili Wuchang reached out a hand and stopped him.
In a hurry, Wen Nuan started to get angry. “Guest, taking the wrong medicine is no joke. Someone could even die. I have to quickly get the medicine back!”
Baili Wuchang didn’t let go of Wen Nuan. Ever since Tang Qizhuan came to the Hell Chain Hotel, all the business between him and Zhao Mingchong had somehow gotten Wen Nuan tangled in the mess. Baili Wuchang was extremely unhappy; Wen Nuan was always following Tang Qizhuan around. Honestly, Baili Wuchang had long since found those two to be an eyesore.
Baili Wuchang casually replied, “Even if you take the right medicine, someone could die. They’re both the same.”
Wen Nuan didn’t understand Baili Wuchang’s words. They seemed to carry a hidden meaning.
Baili Wuchang crossed his arms and lowered his head, his gaze complicated. “You raised your voice at me earlier. Are you angry at me?”
“I…”
Looking into Baili Wuchang’s eyes, Wen Nuan felt his heart rapidly going pitter patter. He felt a strong twinge of guilt.
Did I raise my voice earlier?
Of course I’m not angry at the nice-waist guest.
The nice-waist guest is so attractive; nobody would be willing to get angry at him.
It was just that I was anxious, so I might’ve spoken louder, that’s all…
But speaking of which, Wen Nuan felt like in the midst of Baili Wuchang’s words, why did there seem to be a bit of aggrievedness and coquettishness mixed in?
Baili Wuchang said, “Don’t worry. Even though it wasn’t painkillers, it wasn’t poison. I won’t harm you. Unless, you don’t believe me?”
Oh, this couple is going to have a tragic ending like Ying Zi and Su Sui (?? I forgot the name I’m so sorry) aren’t they? 😞
Why is zhao mingchong acting like a scumbag 😩 i have a feeling he’s dead and not tang qizhuan. So messy indeed 😫