Chapter 135 Squeezed Dry

Chapter 135: Drained

Jiang Luo leaned against Huo Zongzhuo, soaking in the warm water of the bathtub. From head to toe, he felt utterly comfortable—finally, he had a result that filled him with immense satisfaction and joy. He was with Huo Zongzhuo, and they loved each other.

There was truly nothing more delightful in this world.

Lying lazily in Huo Zongzhuo’s arms and the warm water, Jiang Luo enjoyed a comfortable bath.

After getting out, he ate some food, all his favorite dishes, making him even more content and satisfied.

Once he finished eating, rinsed his mouth, and lay back in bed, clean and tidy, cuddling in Huo Zongzhuo’s arms, Jiang Luo felt like an emperor. This life was so beautiful, so pleasurable, it was too good to be true.

So pleasurable that he closed his eyes, lying there without needing to chat with Huo Zongzhuo about anything specific. Just the silent enjoyment made every part of him, from the tips of his hair to the ends of his toes, feel wonderful.

Feeling wonderful, Jiang Luo turned to his side, hugging the man beside him, resting his head and face on Huo Zongzhuo’s chest. He closed his eyes as if dozing off and said slowly, “By the way, how did we end up sleeping together yesterday?”

“Did I drink too much?”

“I can’t remember.”

“And we were still at the hotel, not at home.”

“Mm, you did drink quite a bit.”

Huo Zongzhuo spoke vaguely, not giving detailed explanations, still not wanting Jiang Luo to know about the incident with Xue Zhizhong.

Jiang Luo didn’t mind these details and continued, “You’ve been keeping things from me for a long time.”

“I mean, everything was fine, why did you suddenly give me a factory out of nowhere?”

“I had a feeling something was wrong.”

“I asked you, and you still wouldn’t admit it.”

“If you had admitted it then, we would have been together much earlier.”

“It’s all my fault.”

Huo Zongzhuo said again, succinctly, “I was a coward.”

“No, you’re not.”

Jiang Luo opened his eyes, lifted his head, and rested his chin on Huo Zongzhuo’s chest as he looked at him. “It’s not your fault, and it’s not mine either.”

“It wasn’t just you who was afraid to admit it. I was too.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I had said it, what if we couldn’t even be friends anymore? Wouldn’t that have been a total loss?”

“I get it, completely.”

Jiang Luo laid his head back down and asked, “When did you start liking me?”

Huo Zongzhuo: “A long time ago.”

Jiang Luo: “How long is ‘a long time ago’? It wasn’t when you lent me money to trade stocks at the Jing’an Branch, was it?”

Huo Zongzhuo: “Even earlier than that.”

“What?”

Jiang Luo was surprised and looked up again.

Huo Zongzhuo looked at him and said gently, “You were at a club that day, and I happened to be there too—I saw you.”

“…”

Jiang Luo couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, “I mean, that really is early.”

“Who knew, Old man, you’re actually a tiger—hunting your prey that early.”

“No wonder, I was thinking, where did this big spender come from, daring to lend me 100,000 just like that? So that’s how it was.”

Huo Zongzhuo asked back, “What about you? When did you start liking me?”

Jiang Luo lay back down, thought for a moment, “Don’t know.”

“I realized it when we went to Shenzhen together, when you gave me the factory. I sensed something was different then. Before we returned to Haicheng that time, I already knew I liked you.”

Huo Zongzhuo ran his fingers through the soft hair on his head, “No wonder you came to the company to ask if I liked men or liked you.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Jiang Luo admitted openly.

He added, “We had lived together for so long by then, known each other for so long, and I never thought you were any different—just assumed you were definitely a straight man.”

“I wanted to hit on you.”

“Later, when you gave me the car, the apartment in Shenzhen, I started getting overwhelmed. I thought hitting on you would be bad for you, so I figured I should drop it.”

Huo Zongzhuo, “No wonder.”

No wonder that time in Changsha, when he was drunk, he hugged him and said things like asking him to marry later and stick around a couple more years.

Huo Zongzhuo lowered his head and kissed the boy’s hair, “Was it hard for you back then?”

“It was okay.”

Jiang Luo really was okay, being honest, “A little, but not really.”

“After all, you were always single, no women around you, and I knew that you wouldn’t marry easily.”

“I thought as long as you didn’t get married, I could be with you a few more years.”

“Is that how you thought of me too?”

Jiang Luo looked up at him again.

Huo Zongzhuo smiled.

Jiang Luo, “Hmm?”

“No, not really.”

Huo Zongzhuo also told the truth, “I was setting up the house on Wukang Road in Haicheng, giving you the factory, arranging everything—of course I hoped you’d see what I had to offer.”

“I wanted to keep you by my side.”

“I figured if I was good to you, the best you’ll ever have, you wouldn’t look at any other woman and naturally wouldn’t run off.”

“What?”

Jiang Luo found it amusing: “So that was your grand plan all along?”

And just like that, they really opened up.

Jiang Luo craned up and kissed Huo Zongzhuo’s chin: “I won’t leave you, I won’t like anyone else.”

“Mm, I know.”

Huo Zongzhuo returned the kiss: “I won’t get married in a few years either.”

They shared a tender, lingering kiss for a moment.

When they broke apart, Jiang Luo asked again: “So, you’re actually into guys?”

“Yes.”

This was the third time Huo Zongzhuo had come out about his sexuality to someone: “You too?”

Huo Zongzhuo thought, “What are the odds.”

Jiang Luo thought about his past life, mulled it over for a moment, and said: “I wouldn’t say I’m completely gay. With women, I could make it work too.”

As he spoke, he pushed himself up on Huo Zongzhuo’s chest, moved close to the man’s ear, and breathed: “If you don’t stick with me for life, I’ll really take off and marry someone.”

Huo Zongzhuo gave a low chuckle, knowing Jiang Luo was only half-serious and would never actually do such a thing.

Because of that, hearing Jiang Luo say this, Huo Zongzhuo only felt that Jiang Luo was being playful, quite adorable.

The adorable Jiang Luo planted a solid kiss on the man’s cheek.

Huo Zongzhuo turned his head, reached out to hold Jiang Luo’s neck, and kissed him.

As they kissed, their passion ignited, and they fell back into bed.

Jiang Luo kissed him and remarked: “You came prepared, huh.”

He was referring to the condoms and lubricant.

He teased Huo Zongzhuo: “No wonder we’re not at home, but at a hotel.”

Huo Zongzhuo kissed him, reached out, and he had the lubricant in hand again…

At one point, Jiang Luo was sitting in Huo Zongzhuo’s lap, moving together as they kissed, lips and tongues intimate, their positions and actions intimate, their hearts and souls intertwined.

Just like that, Huo Zongzhuo and Jiang Luo spent the entire day in the hotel bed.

In the evening, after dinner, Huo Zongzhuo checked out and drove Jiang Luo back to their home on Wukang Road.

On the way, Jiang Luo was out of it, lazy, yawning, a bit spaced out and worn out.

Jiang Luo remembered something, perked up enough to ask: “By the way, I was drunk yesterday. Where did I leave the car and my mobile phone? I have no memory of it.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Huo Zongzhuo still didn’t mention that night: “They’ll turn up.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Luo didn’t ask further; he wasn’t really bothered about that stuff anyway.

When they returned to their home on Wukang Road, as soon as he got out of the car, he jumped into Huo Zongzhuo’s arms, wanting the man to carry him inside.

Once inside, they only took off their shoes, didn’t even turn on the lights, and the two of them, still embracing, fell onto the sofa in the first-floor living room.

Jiang Luo laughed as he was kissed, managing between laughs: “You’re not thinking of doing it here, are you?”

“Why not?”

Huo Zongzhuo was already unbuttoning his clothes.

Jiang Luo put on a serious face: “No.”

Then immediately chuckled: “I want to be on the bed, the bed is bigger.”

Huo Zongzhuo laughed too, stood up, swept Jiang Luo up in his arms, threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried him up the stairs.

Jiang Luo, being carried, gave Huo Zongzhuo’s backside a sharp smack.

They went up to the third floor, back to the room, and Huo Zongzhuo tossed Jiang Luo onto the bed. Standing by the bed, he began to take off his own clothes, swiftly and decisively, his deep dark eyes never leaving Jiang Luo, like hooks, making Jiang Luo, lying on the bed, lift his leg and press his foot against the man’s chest, sliding it downward until it reached the zipper of Huo Zongzhuo’s pants, pressing down suggestively, and as he did, he felt something rising beneath his sole.

Jiang Luo curled his lips in a smirk, clearly turned on.

Huo Zongzhuo watched Jiang Luo, grabbed that foot, deliberately letting Jiang Luo rub against him.

Jiang Luo tried to pull his leg back, but Huo Zongzhuo held on, keeping up the pressure, not letting go.

“Enough.”

Jiang Luo scolded playfully.

Huo Zongzhuo finally released the foot and began unbuckling his belt, all the while keeping his intense gaze locked on Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo, under such a look, felt heat rushing through him. He quickly got up and launched himself at the man, kissing his lips: “You’re like a fox, such a tease!”

Huo Zongzhuo stopped unbuckling his belt, leaving it loose, wrapped an arm tightly around Jiang Luo’s waist, dragging him flush against himself, and kissed him.

After kissing, Huo Zongzhuo patted Jiang Luo’s butt with his other hand and coaxed: “Lift yourself a bit higher later, okay?”

Jiang Luo was already lifted high enough; he felt like he was being pounded into the mattress, Huo Zongzhuo was just too intense.

But he didn’t know how Huo Zongzhuo felt: hot, clenching around him, incredibly tight.

This raised position allowed him to go especially deep.

He couldn’t stop, nor did he want to.

“Huo Zongzhuo…”

Jiang Luo gasped deeply into the pillow.

Huo Zongzhuo held that narrow waist with a firm grip, showing no restraint.

Jiang Luo tried to escape, lifting his shoulders and head, struggling to get up, but Huo Zongzhuo leaned over him, thrusting into the deepest spot. Jiang Luo saw stars, coming instantly, his face buried in the pillow, making choked, desperate sounds from his throat.

It didn’t end until the wee hours. Jiang Luo felt like he had been drained completely.

He lay on the pillow, drenched in sweat, thinking once again: Which bastard spread that rumor? Which one was it?!

Is this what they call “can’t perform”?

How can this be called “can’t perform”?

The one who’s “can’t perform” is he!

Then he thought: Ah? Is bottoming this pleasurable?

He couldn’t take any more—he really was spent.

No matter how good it felt, he couldn’t go on—truly, completely drained.

But as soon as dawn broke, ignoring the lesson he’d just learned, he was once again wrapped up with Huo Zongzhuo, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

Huo Zongzhuo leaned down to bite, and Jiang Luo was overwhelmed with sensation, lifting his arms to cover his eyes, feeling extremely sensitive.

And so, Jiang Luo and Huo Zongzhuo, having discovered how good it could be, stayed together for a full six nights and five days, christening almost every spot in the house.

During those five days, neither of them stepped outside. They ignored work, the company, and the factory, didn’t answer calls. Apart from eating, resting, bathing, and chatting, it was all about trying different positions and insatiable, endless intimacy.

On the final day, Jiang Luo’s body below the neck was covered in hickeys, his waist sore, his inner thighs aching and swollen. Huo Zongzhuo was in slightly better shape, though his back was marked with scratch after scratch from fingernails.

In the afterglow, Jiang Luo nestled against Huo Zongzhuo’s chest and murmured, “If only we didn’t have to go to work.”

“If we didn’t work, I wouldn’t wear clothes either. I’d cling to you 24/7, resting just enough before going at it again.”

Huo Zongzhuo chuckled and kissed him. “Then let’s not go. Let’s not leave the house.”

“Don’t be silly.”

Jiang Luo yawned. “It’s been days. We should go back to work.”

Then he tilted his head up, signaling to Huo Zongzhuo, who leaned down to kiss his lips. Jiang Luo closed his eyes, a look of contentment and happiness on his face, and said, “Huo Zongzhuo, I love you.”

“Mm, I love you too.”

Huo Zongzhuo kissed him again, his own face equally filled with joy and bliss.