Chapter 133 One Night

Chapter 133: One Night

On the bed, Jiang Luo lay unconscious, quietly face down.

Huo Zongzhuo mentally flayed Xue Zhizhong’s ancestors for eighteen generations—such a "gift" was truly a masterstroke of cunning and intent.

“Jiang Luo?”

Huo Zongzhuo reached the bedside in a few strides, bent down, and quickly scooped Jiang Luo up to check his condition.

“Jiang Luo.”

He immediately scanned Jiang Luo for injuries, fearing Xue Zhizhong might have resorted to underhanded tactics and caused harm.

But as his gaze fell, he noticed a distinct bulge between Jiang Luo’s legs. Huo Zongzhuo froze—that bastard Xue Zhizhong had actually…

“Jiang Luo? Jiang Luo!”

Huo Zongzhuo grew deeply concerned about the dosage Jiang Luo had received.

With Wang Junqing and two others present, someone still managed to drug Jiang Luo.

If it hadn’t been Xue Zhizhong but someone else, if Jiang Luo had been taken elsewhere—Huo Zongzhuo’s scalp prickled with dread at the thought of what could have transpired.

“Jiang Luo?”

Huo Zongzhuo tried to rouse him, gently patting his face. “Jiang Luo?”

“Wa… water, I need water…”

The heavily intoxicated Jiang Luo finally stirred, mumbling with closed eyes.

Huo Zongzhuo heard him, his face grim as he hurried out to fetch water.

Upon his return, he found Jiang Luo curled on the bed, moving restlessly, tugging at his collar and buttons, clearly in great distress.

“Jiang Luo.”

Huo Zongzhuo approached, lifted Jiang Luo, and brought the water to his lips, saying calmly, “Did you drink too much? Try to wake up.”

Huo Zongzhuo considered taking Jiang Luo to the hospital, but after a moment’s thought about Xue Zhizhong’s motives, he realized Jiang Luo had likely only been drugged.

For such drugs, a hospital visit wouldn't help. Huo Zongzhuo understood this and dismissed the idea.

“Jiang Luo.”

After giving him water, Huo Zongzhuo placed the glass on the nightstand and continued patting Jiang Luo’s face.

Jiang Luo, still deeply drunk, slowly opened his eyes, barely conscious.

Once awake, he began to struggle, breathing fitfully, his legs shifting, his hands frantically pulling at his clothes. His face flushed crimson, and even his neck, exposed by the loosened collar, was a tempting shade of pink.

Huo Zongzhuo?

Jiang Luo looked over, suspecting he was dreaming.

If it weren’t a dream, why would he have such an intense physical reaction in front of Huo Zongzhuo?

Jiang Luo was suffering, panting, lips slightly parted, swallowing hard, not knowing what he was saying: “Help me, help me.”

Huo Zongzhuo’s gaze turned dark and icy, his pupils reflecting Jiang Luo’s face, alight with desire.

His hesitation was only natural.

He had concealed his feelings for so long—how could he let a fool like Xue Zhizhong expose him?

Jiang Luo’s desire was temporary, but their relationship was meant to be permanent.

The phrase “failure at the final step” did not exist in Huo Zongzhuo’s dictionary.

In the few seconds of Huo Zongzhuo’s silence, Jiang Luo had already reached for himself, feeling as if he would explode from the discomfort, urgently needing release.

Right in front of Huo Zongzhuo, he took himself in hand, moving constantly, his breathing shifting in rhythm.

To Huo Zongzhuo, this scene was like a nuclear blast—impossible to ignore.

His expression tense, Huo Zongzhuo came to a swift decision.

He pulled Jiang Luo against him, lay down, positioned the young man with his back to him, held him tightly, and with his other hand, took over Jiang Luo’s own, taking charge himself.

Jiang Luo’s breathing grew increasingly ragged, interspersed with strained noises, and it wasn’t long before he found release. Once he did, he quickly quieted down.

Huo Zongzhuo let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes as he battled his own restraint.

The two lay quietly together for a while, Huo Zongzhuo enveloped by the scent of alcohol and Jiang Luo’s presence.

After a moment, Huo Zongzhuo got up, fetched a towel from the bathroom, wet it, returned, and cleaned Jiang Luo up.

Jiang Luo lay still, facing away from him, perhaps asleep.

“Jiang Luo?”

Huo Zongzhuo tossed the towel aside, bending over the bed, fighting the urge to do more.

Jiang Luo slowly turned over, his face flushed with drink, his eyes clouded as if misted over. He looked at Huo Zongzhuo, lips parting confusedly: “Huo Zongzhuo?”

“Feeling better?”

Huo Zongzhuo asked calmly, “Do you know where you are?”

But Jiang Luo gazed blankly at him for several seconds before suddenly lifting himself, wrapping his arms around Huo Zongzhuo’s neck, and crushing his lips against the man’s mouth—*Huo Zongzhuo… is this a dream? It must be a dream…*

Huo Zongzhuo’s eyes widened in shock.

Jiang Luo draped over his neck, kissing him while murmuring, “Huo Zongzhuo, help me, I feel awful.”

“Please help me.”

When Huo Zongzhuo remained still, he added, “Why don't you kiss me?”

“Do you not like me?”

“Do you not love me?”

“Crash—”

Huo Zongzhuo’s control shattered instantly.

He reached out, cradling the back of the young man’s head, closed his eyes, and returned the kiss fiercely, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Their kisses were heavy and lingering, exchanging breaths, tongues, and saliva.

As soon as they parted, Huo Zongzhuo, maintaining his bent position, expressionless yet decisive, unbuttoned and removed his shirt.

Jiang Luo still had his arms wrapped around Huo Zongzhuo's neck, sinking weakly back into the bed, murmuring without cease, calling out, "Huo Zongzhuo, Huo Zongzhuo..."

Huo Zongzhuo pressed down over him, cradled Jiang Luo's face, studying it, then kissed him deeply, gasping. "Do you know who I am?"

"Huo Zongzhuo."

Jiang Luo kissed him back.

Huo Zongzhuo cast all caution aside. He lowered his head to kiss Jiang Luo—his lips, the corners of his mouth, his chin, his neck—while simultaneously slipping off Jiang Luo's clothes...

And no wonder they say Xue Zhizhong was making an offering.

He arranged the room, had him delivered, and considerately stocked two boxes of condoms and a bottle of lubricant by the bedside.

Huo Zongzhuo knelt on the bed, his broad shoulders curved as he lowered his head to kiss Jiang Luo. Reaching out a hand, he immediately found the bottle of lubricant.

Jiang Luo lay face down, eyes closed, his body suddenly jerked taut.

Huo Zongzhuo leaned over, kissing Jiang Luo's smooth, pink-tinged shoulder, light and slow. Jiang Luo, eyes still closed, his brows abruptly furrowing, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

After that, Jiang Luo's awareness faded.

He was consumed by desire, like a small boat on the waves, rising and falling, over and over.

If he was on his stomach, he clamped his teeth on the pillow, the sheets, his throat emitting sounds of strained restraint. If he was on his back, his misty, dazed eyes would meet the man's pitch-black pupils like a beast's.

Those eyes seared into him, piercing his very soul.

Jiang Luo’s arms locked tightly around the man’s neck and shoulders, emitting involuntary moans with each thrust, less endurance than unbearable need.

Lying on his back, he arched his neck back over the edge of the bed, exposing his bare neck and shoulders. Huo Zongzhuo lowered his head, kissing his chin, his Adam's apple, with a ferocity that dwarfed the wildest beast.

In his heart and aloud, he repeatedly called out "Huo Zongzhuo," "Huo Zongzhuo," insatiably, incessantly.

His heart overflowed, and so did his body.

...

The bed was a mess—everything was stained, the lubricant had spilled, splattering the headboard.

Huo Zongzhuo stripped the sheets and blankets, dumping them all in a heap on the floor. He took a new quilt from the closet, wrapped the unconscious Jiang Luo under the cool air, and laid him back on the bed.

Holding him, he took a moment to recover, Huo Zongzhuo’s expression went blank for a beat.

He thought of nothing for the time being, simply pulled Jiang Luo into his embrace, calming his breath and emotions.

A mess. Everything was a mess.

Huo Zongzhuo couldn't blame anyone else, nor could he blame himself.

Jiang Luo had known it was him, had initiated the kiss, had asked if he loved him. In that moment, he couldn't have resisted, nor did he want to refuse.

Ah, well. So be it.

Huo Zongzhuo lowered his head and kissed the fuzzy head peeking out from the quilt.

They lay together a while longer, Huo Zongzhuo reflected that things had reached the point where the arrow had left the bow—there was no turning back.

He imagined several possible reactions and scenarios when Jiang Luo woke up the next morning. No matter what, from Huo Zongzhuo’s perspective, he was determined to keep Jiang Luo by his side—there was no doubt about that.

He had also made up his mind: if Jiang Luo was unwilling, if he hated him, he would resort to coaxing, deception, threats, and bribes—using everything at his disposal—to make Jiang Luo submit and stay with him.

And if Jiang Luo still refused...

Then he would have to force the issue.

Huo Zongzhuo hardened his heart.

At this point, there was truly no turning back.

His mind was also in disarray, his emotions difficult to calm.

He held Jiang Luo for a long time before gradually regaining his composure.

Once calm, Huo Zongzhuo realized just how dire the situation was, and he wished he could tear Xue Zhizhong to pieces.

Looking at Jiang Luo’s peaceful sleeping face, he couldn’t imagine how Jiang Luo would react upon waking, recalling everything, or how devastated he would be.

Huo Zongzhuo closed his eyes, feeling that when that time came, his judgment would arrive.

Huo Zongzhuo wasn’t afraid of being judged; he was only afraid that Jiang Luo would hate him and never speak to him again.

He knew Jiang Luo’s temper.

He feared Jiang Luo would treat him the same way he treated the Zhao family—with cold indifference.

That was his greatest worry.

Huo Zongzhuo barely slept all night.

The warmth and intimacy of the night felt like a dream—beautiful, but fleeting.

Jiang Luo thought the same, believing it was all a dream. *God, I slept with Huo Zongzhuo, we were intimate for so long, and multiple times too. If only such good things happened in real life.*

Jiang Luo slept deeply, wishing he could dream of it again, have a few more rounds.

Exhausted and still feeling the effects of alcohol, he woke up very late the next morning. Opening his eyes, he saw Huo Zongzhuo sitting by the bed, fully dressed.

Instantly, everything from the previous night’s dream flashed through his mind. Jiang Luo closed his eyes, suspecting he had drunk too much—otherwise, he wouldn’t have dreamed such things.

As he tried to sit up, he moved and suddenly felt a pain in his buttocks, and his body felt unusually off.

Subconsciously, he pulled back the covers and looked down, confirming that he was indeed naked.

The strange sensation and the pain in his buttocks, familiar as he was with such experiences, immediately made him realize what had happened.

What?

This isn’t...

Huh?

Seeing Jiang Luo awake, Huo Zongzhuo rose from the sofa by the bed, approached, bent down, and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Luo was a little stunned, looking up at Huo Zongzhuo, blinking.

Huo Zongzhuo said softly, "It's my fault. I was wrong."

Jiang Luo: What?

Huh??????

No way!?

No way!??????

It wasn't a dream??????

Jiang Luo was stunned, confused, and shocked.

It wasn't a dream!!!!?

Seeing Jiang Luo's expression, Huo Zongzhuo knew Jiang Luo was awake and processing it.

He didn't say anything, just watched him, waiting for Jiang Luo's judgment.

But after the initial shock, Jiang Luo suddenly jolted upright, threw his arms around Huo Zongzhuo's neck, looked at the man, his eyes wide, and exclaimed, delighted, surprised, and excited, "We really slept together?"

"Huo Zongzhuo, you can actually be with a man?"

"Didn't you say you didn't like men or me?"

"You actually can!?"

Without waiting for Huo Zongzhuo to respond, he quickly added, "Huo Zongzhuo! Since you can be with a man and we've already slept together, give me a chance!"

"Or let me pursue you, okay?"

"You have no idea that I like you so much!"

"I've just dreamed of dating you! Being with you!"

Huo Zongzhuo was left speechless.