Wen Jiaxuan was on the verge of tears.
He had actually dirtied the magazine.
Initially, he was just casually flipping through it, but before he knew it, Little Wen had stood up. Standing up was normal, considering he hadn’t “unwound” in a long time, and the magazine was quite explicit, so it was hard not to let his mind wander.
With a mindset of resolving any issues that might arise, he began to focus on calming the spirits of Little Wen. However, just as he was in the middle of soothing himself, he suddenly lost focus and remembered his boss.
In hindsight, he realized that his boss looked even better than the male actors in the pictures and had a better physique, so why was he looking at the pictures?
He also remembered the time when he accidentally broke Wu Zehao’s camera, and Wu Zehao bent over to pick it up, and the muscles on his back stretched out, emitting a strong masculine aura.
Then there was the time when Wu Zehao taught him how to cook, and he had never experienced such a comforting feeling before.
In retrospect, Wu Zehao’s waist was quite strong too.
When giving Wu Zehao a shoulder massage, he had his entire body straddled over his waist, allowing him to easily flip over as well.
And his thighs, when sitting on them, were all solid muscles.
By the time Wen Jiaxuan snapped out of it, the magazine was already dirty.
He hastily grabbed a tissue, his face filled with apology as he wiped the male lead’s face, saying, “I’m sorry, big brother.”
However, no matter how he wiped, the stained area remained crumpled, and as soon as you flipped to that part, you could immediately tell what had happened.
Should he tear this page out?
In that case, it would still be discovered, and Wu Zehao might even mistakenly think that he tore it off and hid it for some reason…
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Wen Jiaxuan sat on the toilet, feeling helpless. Unfortunately, at that very moment, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by the voice Wen Jiaxuan least wanted to hear: “Open the door.”
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“No need, just open the door,” Wu Zehao said.
“What exactly do you want?” Wen Jiaxuan asked anxiously.
Wu Zehao remained silent for a moment and then said, “I’ll help you.”
“Help me?” Wen Jiaxuan looked at the blurry figure on the frosted glass, wondering if Wu Zehao had some kind of mind-reading ability and knew he was in the bathroom right now.
But wait, the fundamental reason for his panic was that he couldn’t let Wu Zehao discover he was looking at this magazine. Wouldn’t Wu Zehao’s offer make things worse?
Wen Jiaxuan was contemplating the situation and didn’t respond immediately. At that moment, Wu Zehao suddenly asked, “Did you lock the door?”
Wen Jiaxuan was startled and shivered. Locking the door would make noise, so he hadn’t locked it when he came in!
“Don’t come in!” Wen Jiaxuan hastily stood up and tried to rush to lock the door. However, what happened next played out in his eyes like slow motion, with the background music being the sound of his heart shattering.
The doorknob turned slowly, frame by frame, and with each turn, Wen Jiaxuan’s despair deepened. When the crack in the door appeared, he was already completely engulfed in despair.
Wu Zehao walked slowly into the bathroom and remembered to close the door behind him.
The slow-motion scene suddenly ended, and in a lightning-fast move, Wen Jiaxuan hid the magazine behind his back. However, his action only drew more attention to it.
Wu Zehao walked up and effortlessly took the magazine from behind Wen Jiaxuan.
“Let me explain…” Wen Jiaxuan said weakly.
He didn’t even know how to explain. Just then, Wu Zehao casually flipped through the magazine and came across the page that had been dirtied, emitting an ambiguous chuckle.
Well, he might as well face it.
There was no need to struggle anymore.
“Do you like this kind of thing?” Wu Zehao asked while looking at the image of a male actor who clearly resembled himself.
“I was just looking casually…” Wen Jiaxuan said despondently.
“Is it resolved?” Wu Zehao calmly put away the magazine on the sink.
“What was resolved?” Wen Jiaxuan didn’t respond immediately.
“You tell me,” Wu Zehao said, staring straight at Wen Jiaxuan. Even if he was slow to react, Wen Jiaxuan understood now. His face turned red, and he stuttered, “I, I just…”
Wen Jiaxuan struggled for words for a while, but then Wu Zehao suddenly used his hands to support Wen Jiaxuan’s rib cage, effortlessly lifting him onto the sink. He settled him there and positioned himself between Wen Jiaxuan’s legs.
“Boss?” Wen Jiaxuan looked at Wu Zehao with a puzzled expression, while Wu Zehao placed his hands on either side of Wen Jiaxuan, leaned closer to his face, and asked in a suggestive tone, “Do you want me to help you?”
Wen Jiaxuan’s heart skipped a beat involuntarily. What on earth was going on here? Seeing that Wen Jiaxuan didn’t respond, Wu Zehao placed one hand on his back and held his chin with the other. He leaned in closer, and their lips were about to touch, but Wen Jiaxuan still didn’t react.
Wu Zehao stopped and asked, “First kiss?”
Wen Jiaxuan finally snapped out of it. He placed his hands behind him, abruptly leaned back, and created some distance between himself and Wu Zehao. He blinked and asked in a terrified tone, “What do you want to do?”
“Don’t want to?” Wu Zehao continued to lean forward, and Wen Jiaxuan’s back was pressed against the mirror, leaving him with no room to move backward. However, Wu Zehao didn’t stop.
Wen Jiaxuan instinctively raised his hands to push Wu Zehao’s shoulders, but all he managed to do was hold onto Wu Zehao’s clothing tightly. Lips brushed against the stiff jawline, then gently held onto the soft and delicate earlobe. Wen Jiaxuan’s waist went limp, and he felt as if there was a monster draining all the strength from his body.
“Let go of me…” He trembled all over, his eyes red, looking like a helpless and pitiful little rabbit. Wu Zehao raised his head, originally intending to cover that small mouth, but after just one look, he couldn’t bear to do it.
“You’re really something…” A nemesis. It was as if the heavens specially sent a nemesis to counter him. He had no way to resist at all. Clearly, there were so many people waiting in line at Heartbeat Bar, eager to share a bed with him, yet he was completely enchanted and captivated by this little bunny.
Today, Wen Jiaxuan’s yellow duck pajama pants were completely relaxed, unlike before when they were mysteriously wrinkled, making him look either hideous or timid. This was just a cute and innocent little duck, completely oblivious to the ways of the world, looking at Wu Zehao with wide-eyed curiosity.
How could he proceed with this now? Wu Zehao closed his eyes and took a deep breath slowly. When he opened his eyes again, the desire in them had already subsided.
“Never mind,” Wu Zehao muttered to himself, then turned and left the bathroom. Wen Jiaxuan sat dumbfounded on the sink, and he faintly heard his boss leaving the bathroom. He also mumbled to himself, “What on earth was I thinking?”
Wen Jiaxuan also wanted to ask, “What on earth were you thinking, boss?” But after he fully regained his senses, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. He remembered clearly that when Wu Zehao had held onto his earlobe just now, there was a fear mixed with anticipation in his heart. Fear was indeed undeniable, but anticipation clearly had the upper hand. This was too abnormal.
Wen Jiaxuan shook his head to clear his thoughts and forced himself not to overthink. He placed the magazine under the coffee table, then nestled into the sofa, wrapping himself in a small blanket. With a peculiar mood, he opened his WeChat conversation with Qian Wuyou.
[++: Boss Qian, may I ask you something?]
Whenever Wen Jiaxuan spoke to Qian Wuyou like this, Qian Wuyou knew he was about to say something nonsense.
[Boss Qian: Just say it.]
Wen Jiaxuan bit his thumbnail, typed a few words, deleted them several times, and finally pieced together a sentence cautiously, afraid that Qian Wuyou would sense something was off.
[++: From a scientific perspective, what does it feel like for a man to develop feelings for another man?]
Indeed, it was a meaningless piece of nonsense.
[Boss Qian: Get lost]
Ay boss’ self-restraint is pretty admirable 😆
JiaJia is unbelievably oblivious 😭