Chapter 15 Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Six years ago, Haishi, a luxury hotel penthouse suite.

Under the white duvet, a man with bare shoulders stirred slightly.

His head throbbing, his entire body aching, You Miao struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, the unfamiliar room left him stunned.

He had received a postgraduate admission letter from a prestigious university, and yesterday, a few senior and junior schoolmates insisted he treat them to a meal. He ended up having a little to drink.

Even though his alcohol tolerance was poor, one drink shouldn't have made him this drunk. He couldn't recall what happened after drinking, and his body felt…

You Miao tried to move again with difficulty but froze the next second.

There was… a foreign object… inside him… in that place behind…

Even his expression stiffened, twisting almost grotesquely.

After tens of seconds of rigidity, he took a deep breath, shifted slightly, and a slimy, wet sound came from behind. As the emptiness settled in, his expression instantly fell apart. It took him a long time to steady his nearly collapsing mental state, breathing deeply before slowly turning to look behind him.

When he saw a completely naked man sleeping beside him, his face instantly drained of color, and he felt dizzy.

You Miao remained frozen in that position, his mind blank. After what felt like an eternity, a wave of intense nausea surged up his throat. He quickly got out of bed, hurried into the bathroom, and the sound of retching followed. In the bedroom, Xing Hui slowly opened his eyes.

Xing Hui frowned slightly and glanced toward the bathroom.

You Miao’s eyes were red from vomiting, and he couldn't straighten up as he leaned against the sink. When the door pushed open, his body tensed immediately, and he looked up. The person standing there was naked, and an unmistakable disgust flashed across his face. Another wave of nausea hit, but he suppressed it.

He spoke sharply and severely, "Get out."

Since You Miao was also naked, with conspicuous marks all over his body, the situation was utterly indecent. Having another naked man standing in front of him—even one with handsome features—made his expression contort again at the thought of what must have happened between them. He dry-heaved a few more times.

Xing Hui lifted his eyelids and let out a light laugh, teasing, "Pregnant?"

"..." You Miao straightened up abruptly, glaring at him, flushed with shame and anger.

Xing Hui curled his lips disdainfully, scanning him up and down before finally settling on You Miao’s pale face.

You Miao’s eyes were shadowed with dark circles from a night of excess, streaked with red veins from lack of rest, making him look like a rabbit. But the way he looked at Xing Hui was as if he were the worst villain in the world.

Xing Hui recalled the person from last night, who was a completely different person from the one before him now.

So, what new trick was this?

Xing Hui raised an eyebrow slightly, curious about what this alpha, who had actively seduced him and climbed into his bed, was trying to pull. He stood there without speaking or moving.

Seeing that Xing Hui showed no intention of leaving, You Miao spoke impatiently, "Sir, please leave."

Judging by the other’s height and build, You Miao realized he was no match for him. Though the situation was overwhelming, he had to stay calm and plan his next move while ensuring his safety.

Xing Hui’s gaze fell on You Miao’s lips, slightly parted, where a bite mark had scabbed over, looking like a red mole at first glance—strangely sensual.

He couldn't help but recall how those lips had pleasured him with his mouth last night. His throat tightened, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

Although he had no fondness for people who used tricks to climb into his bed, he had to admit those lips knew how to please. And the sounds they made last night were quite enticing.

But that didn't mean he would let someone like this order him around.

Xing Hui’s face was expressionless, his eyes dark and sinister. "What new game are you playing? Tired of living?"

You Miao’s eyelid twitched slightly as he looked up. This man’s aura was unusual, exuding a strong intimidating presence that made him uneasy.

His face stiff, he remained silent.

"I asked you a question. Cat got your tongue?" Xing Hui took a step toward him.

You Miao instinctively retreated a large step, a flicker of panic crossing his face.

Xing Hui noticed his fear and chuckled lightly. "Scared of me? Then how dare you go to such lengths to get into my bed?"

You Miao’s entire body was rigid. Staring at this smirking, lewd bastard whose gaze felt vulgar and frivolous on him, he was almost sickened to madness. But unsure of how dangerous the other was, he had to endure it for his own safety.

"You… came inside me… it’s very uncomfortable," he forced out with difficulty.

Xing Hui watched as his face visibly turned from pale to red, surprised again. Last night had been entirely different. Amused, he raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Last night, you were begging me to s-you inside."

You Miao froze, his already flushed face paling again, his eyes filled with doubt and disbelief.

Xing Hui studied his expression, finding it even more intriguing. Was he acting? If so, he was doing a remarkable job.

He laughed, looking at this drama queen, thinking sarcastically, *Too many people want to climb into my bed, but this alpha is the first to succeed. He must have some tricks up his sleeve—no wonder he’s acting so convincingly ashamed and angry now.*

Xing Hui couldn't resist playing along and teasing him a little.

He stood there imposingly, blocking You Miao’s retreat, and pinched his chin. "Did one night make you this shy?"

You Miao’s face was a mask of unconcealed disgust and anger. He trembled, a floral scent drifting into his nostrils and clouding his mind, making him dizzy. He slapped Xing Hui’s hand away and pushed him hard, trying to leave the bathroom, but his foot slipped, and he nearly fell.

Xing Hui caught him swiftly, and You Miao’s butt very inopportunely yet naturally brushed against something hard and large.

"..."

You Miao’s body stiffened, his face flushing crimson. But within seconds, he sprang away from Xing Hui’s arms as if electrocuted.

Xing Hui offered a seemingly kind reminder, "Be careful. Wouldn't want you to slip on my stuff again."

He emphasized "my stuff" deliberately.

Only then did You Miao realize something was dripping down his thigh. Shocked, his expression collapsed instantly, his entire body turning red as if boiled.

"Fuck!" Xing Hui laughed mockingly. "You're overacting. You weren't like this last night."

But he had to admit, watching this alpha blush from embarrassment, his eyes flustered and fearful, stirred an indescribable, strange feeling in Xing Hui. Somehow, this version of him was even more alluring than the one from last night.

He stared deeply at him for a few seconds before deciding to stop teasing him. Magnanimously, he said, "Last night wasn't bad. I'll let it slide this time."

You Miao’s face remained stiff, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white, lips pressed tightly together in silence.

He needed to gather evidence to teach this bastard a lesson. After a few seconds of thought, You Miao steadied his breathing and said as calmly as possible, "I need to use the bathroom." But his voice trembled slightly. "You… come back later."

Whether it was You Miao’s flushed face or his evasive gaze that gave Xing Hui the illusion of shyness, he stared at You Miao’s red cheeks for a few moments before deciding to be merciful once more and leave him alone.

Xing Hui exited the bathroom and closed the door. The moment he was gone, You Miao, who had been forcing himself to stay calm, could no longer keep up the act. He slumped against the sink, exhausted.

How did he end up here last night? How did things with that person happen? You Miao had no memory of any of it.

This meant he had been completely drunk and unaware. Engaging in such acts in that state was far from voluntary. Besides, as a straight man, he would never willingly sleep with another man. No matter what, the other party had committed a crime, and he needed to call the police as soon as possible.

You Miao forced himself to calm down as quickly as possible, turned on the water, and splashed his face.

Evidence must be preserved, so, despite the disgust, he clenched his anus, avoided washing himself or rinsing his mouth. Though it was extremely uncomfortable, any remaining traces on his body were crucial.

You Miao carefully recalled—there seemed to be scratches on that man; that was also evidence.

But the immediate priority was to get his phone, leave safely, and quickly call the police.

Just as You Miao was thinking, he glanced up and saw an unfamiliar face in the mirror.

Who is that?

You Miao jerked his head around to look behind him—no one was there. He quickly turned back to examine the face in the mirror again, so unfamiliar it made his blood run cold.

The sudden change gave You Miao goosebumps, his scalp tingling as if he’d seen a ghost in broad daylight. He was completely terrified.

Though the eyes looked very much like his, this was not him.

You Miao felt extreme horror, momentarily stunned, at a loss for how to react.

Just then, Xing Hui walked in. You Miao moved his stiff limbs, grateful that there was at least another living person in the house.

“I’ve been knocking for a while. Why didn’t you respond?” Xing Hui looked displeased.

You Miao looked frightened, dazed and silent.

Xing Hui frowned slightly. “Did I scare you?”

You Miao still didn’t speak. His mind was reeling, unable to comprehend why his face had changed.

The possibility of transmigration flashed through his mind, but compared to that, it seemed more likely he was dreaming—though the dream felt far too realistic.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess when he heard Xing Hui’s sharp tone: “Get out. I need to shower.”

You Miao left in a daze but tripped over a slightly raised section of the floor as he exited, feeling a sharp pain. Then, not watching his step, he kicked the bedpost and yelped in pain.

The repeated bursts of pain cleared his head a little, making him realize this wasn’t a dream.

But what followed was an even greater, harder-to-accept mental blankness. He didn’t even react when Xing Hui left. It wasn’t until housekeeping knocked repeatedly, asking if they could clean the room, that he finally came to his senses. He took a deep breath and refused to let them clean the scene.

Transmigration?

Too absurd.

Even more absurd was having been fucked by a man.

After dwelling on this for a few seconds, You Miao’s eyes gradually focused, and he regained his rationality. Moments later, he picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, put them on, and grabbed the only phone in the room—an old, heavily scratched device that wasn’t password-protected.

You Miao confirmed the emergency number with the front desk and called the police.