Chapter 13 Cheated On by the Scum for the 101st Time 13

Chapter 13: Cheated On for the 101st Time

When Yan Bai went downstairs, He Zixuan had already downed two and a half bottles and was slumped over the table, vomiting violently.

Three empty bottles sat in front of Ye Chen—yet he remained remarkably steady.

Yan Bai rushed over, wrapped his arms around him, and peppered his face with kisses.

“Ye Chen, you won! So awesome!”

Though He Zixuan was vomiting uncontrollably, his mind remained sharp. Seeing the two of them like that, he retched even harder.

Yan Bai was utterly disgusted.

“What a waste! So many people can’t even afford to drink!

Vomit all you want—but don’t forget to leave your card to pay the bill later. Your balance must be sufficient, right?”

He Zixuan had long stopped vomiting alcohol—he now felt like vomiting blood.

He pulled a black card from his pocket and tossed it to the waiter.

“The bill!”

Yan Bai gave a thumbs-up.

“How generous!”

He Zixuan had vomited until only bile remained, utterly drained—too exhausted even to retort.

Yan Bai smiled triumphantly and addressed the crowd.

“Oh, right—Yue Xu mentioned earlier that he’d prepared gifts for everyone in a room upstairs. He’s in Room 3105.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

“Yue Xu’s actually being nice for once? Where is he?”

Yan Bai lied without blinking.

“He’s getting the gifts ready for everyone. Hurry up and go—don’t keep him waiting.”

The others, repelled by the stench in the room, began rising to their feet. Two of them supported the swaying He Zixuan.

“Brother He, come on—let’s go see what gifts there are!”

Exhausted and too weak to resist, He Zixuan was dragged upstairs.

When the crowd reached the door and barged in, the sight that greeted them was jaw-dropping.

The X-rated scene was intensely stimulating. Two drunken rich kids even pulled out their phones to capture the *spectacular* moment.

Within minutes, the social circles of wealthy heirs exploded.

Several viral videos quickly spread, cementing the two men’s infamy this time around.

So thoroughly intoxicated were they that the intrusion of over a dozen people failed to dampen their mood—

they kept going at it, full throttle.

He Zixuan, whose nausea had briefly subsided, vomited again upon witnessing the scene.

Alarmed by how badly he was vomiting, his two friends rushed him to the hospital. The rest, having had their fill of drama, scattered.

Yan Bai couldn’t bear to watch the searing spectacle again and had already helped Ye Chen back to their little nest.

Yan Bai had grown quite fond of this sixth-floor apartment.

It was tiny; the bed narrow—so whatever they did, the room instantly crackled with perfectly intoxicating energy.

Ye Chen had been silent the entire way back, obeying every instruction without uttering a word.

He seemed perfectly sober—yet Yan Bai sensed something slightly off about him, though in a delightfully intoxicating way.

Did this mean he could do *whatever* he wanted later?

Yan Bai was practically drooling.

The moment the door closed, Ye Chen completely collapsed—unable to stand or walk straight, his full weight pressing down on Yan Bai.

He wrapped his arms around Yan Bai, nuzzling close, whining softly.

“Bai… was I awesome or what? Didn’t make you lose money, right?”

Yan Bai had never known he possessed such impressive alcohol tolerance.

“I’ve never seen you drink before. Had no idea you could hold your liquor so well.”

Ye Chen smiled, holding him tight, his warm, intimate breath brushing Yan Bai’s ear—making his heart flutter.

“There are many things you don’t know about me!”

Ye Chen’s body was heavy, pinning Yan Bai against the wall. Yan Bai sounded annoyed.

“Why are you so heavy? Weren’t you completely sober just now? How did you turn into such a mess so fast?”

Ye Chen’s lips brushed his neck.

“A man can’t be said to be incapable!”

The lights were off—only moonlight filtered through the window, casting shifting halos, merging their shadows together, sparking the imagination.

Ye Chen’s body was utterly relaxed—*pressing down on him*. Yan Bai could barely breathe. Ye Chen’s gaze was scorching—suffocating. Yan Bai felt inexplicably tense and shoved him hard.

“I shouldn’t have let you drink!”

Ye Chen pouted, lowered his head, and bit Yan Bai’s neck—not too lightly, not too hard.

“Yan Bai… I’m hungry…”

His voice was slurred; Yan Bai didn’t catch it.

A slight sting shot through his neck. Yan Bai raised a hand to rub it.

“Are you a dog? Biting everything!”

Yan Bai resisted, glaring furiously. Ye Chen lowered his gaze—then dipped his head and captured Yan Bai’s lips.

A shudder ran through Yan Bai's body, and he felt the urge to retreat, but the wall was right behind him—leaving him nowhere to go.

Ye Chen pressed in forcefully, the strong liquor blending with the minty scent from his mouth into an intoxicating aroma...

His lips were damp, soft and moist, with the feel of rain and wind...

The world spun for Yan Bai.

Their intertwined breaths grew heavy and rapid...

Ye Chen’s large hands yanked at his clothes; the hazy drunkenness seemed to make him more agile, yet also somewhat rough.

Yan Bai reached out to block, but he was fighting a losing battle. Clinging to his last shred of reason, Yan Bai said,

"You promised me—you’d let me be on top!"

But Ye Chen acted as if he hadn't heard.

Yan Bai’s voice carried a tantalizing, breathy sob, his soft panting close to the other's ear—a provocation beyond words.

Yan Bai’s reason gradually crumbled,

"Ye... Ye Chen..."

Yan Bai panted heavily, his body uncontrollably sliding down along the wall.

Ye Chen’s hands seized his hips, lifting him up and firmly holding him in place.

In the darkness.

Ye Chen’s hand gently caressed Yan Bai’s face, his thumb brushing over his slightly swollen lips, picking up a trace of moisture, then moving downward...

His gaze was dark and intense.

His possessiveness was laid bare.