That night, acting out of character, both their movements and intensity were exceptionally fierce—it was unclear who started it, but by the time Lin Zhu reacted, he was already kissing Yan Ruojun.

Both their upper bodies leaned forward simultaneously, separated by a table in the middle, only their lips and tongues relying on each other. Heavy breathing drowned out their violent heartbeats, and the smell of alcohol mingled at the tips of their tongues.

A long kiss ended.

Yan Ruojun leaned back slightly, a few physiological tears seeping into the corners of his eyes. He raised his hand and brushed over the blonde young man’s tightly closed eyes, moving down to the bridge of his nose, and then wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth…

He had bitten Lin Zhu’s lower lip and broken the skin.

“Does it hurt?”

Hearing these two words, Lin Zhu’s eyelashes fluttered.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sluggishly shook his head. The flush of phenol red induced by alcohol spread from his cheeks to behind his ears. Despite this, he still reached out and grabbed the wine bottle to refill his glass, though his movements were a bit unsteady.

He still remembered he needed to build his alcohol tolerance.

A few drops of red wine accidentally escaped along the outer wall of the glass, trailing all the way down to the off-white tablecloth, blooming into patches of dirty stains, looking like hickeys, or perhaps drops of blood.

“…Alright, don’t drink anymore.”

Just as Lin Zhu was about to raise his glass, the man reached out and clamped his hand over the rim. His tone softened a bit, sounding like he was coaxing someone, “You seem a little drunk. Shall we go shower and sleep, okay?”

Yan Ruojun didn’t know Lin Zhu’s alcohol tolerance was this poor, and he definitely didn’t know he would act so out of character when drunk… All he knew was that he absolutely did not want to see the other person make the expression he just did.

In that moment, Lin Zhu looked like a little child walking alone on a dark road. Along the way, there was no light, no stars, no moon; he only held a single candle in his hands, the faint flame trembling with his breaths, seemingly unaware of when it might extinguish.

The child’s expression was calm, but it hid deep-seated terror.

Yet Lin Zhu shook his head again, denying:
“I am not.”

He said, “I am not drunk.”

Perhaps to prove he wasn’t lying, Lin Zhu pursed his lips, rounded his eyes, and put on a very energized expression.

However, the very next second.

Lin Zhu felt empty-handed as his wine glass was pinched by the rim and pulled away by the man. Simultaneously, the other party’s free hand pressed against his chest and gave a gentle push—

This pushing force made him lean back against the chair.

Immediately after, he saw the man stand up, slowly walk around the long dining table, swing his long legs over, and sit right on his lap. The crimson liquid in the glass in his hand swayed slightly.

Not a single drop spilled.

“Alright, then let me see exactly how much you can drink.”

Lin Zhu instinctively supported Yan Ruojun’s waist, only to see him raise the wine glass into the remaining gap between them. The rim of the glass was extremely close to Lin Zhu’s lips; he only needed to lower his head slightly to drink it.

Lin Zhu thought he wanted to feed him personally and naturally lowered his head, his lips parting slightly… Just at that moment, he saw the man’s wrist flip, and the wine glass tilted toward himself.

In an instant, large patches of wine stains spread across the white shirt. But the shirt was thin and couldn’t absorb that much liquid, so the excess spilled all at once onto his pants.

And also onto Lin Zhu’s legs.

Lin Zhu froze for a moment before realizing what had just happened.

…Yan Ruojun had cleanly and decisively poured the entire glass of red wine onto himself.

The wine stains slid all the way down from his Adam’s apple. A few drops hung in the hollow of his collarbone, while the rest soaked the clothes on his body, dyeing his naturally visible skin a light pink.

In this narrow, dim space, the light was sluggish and the shadows crisscrossed. This made the light pink wine stains on the shirt look even darker; in a few spots, the varying shades of color inexplicably gave off a hint of vibrancy.

A striking vibrancy.

The intoxicating smell of alcohol grew thicker. A trace of the sea breeze scent mingled into it, making it smell even more flavorful and seemingly more potent, causing Lin Zhu to unconsciously feel dizzy.

“Are you not going to drink?”

Yan Ruojun didn’t maintain his posture as usual. Instead, he leaned back lazily, his lower back pressing against the edge of the table, his two elbows propped widely on the tabletop.

This posture of arching his spine backward forced his back to straighten, perhaps even overextending it a bit, causing the soaked shirt to stretch tight and pull into several long creases.

The buttons struggled to hold both sides together, maintaining decency.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhu only felt waves of intoxication rushing toward the top of his head and his temples, and his breathing quickened a bit.

He seemed to finally remember that his mouth was still open. He involuntarily stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip, but bumped into the tiny wound Yan Ruojun had bitten out earlier.

The slight stinging pain brought him back to his senses.

Instantly, Lin Zhu’s face flushed even redder. For a moment, he couldn’t distinguish whether the sight before him was reality, or an excessive fantasy produced by drinking too much.

Like a college study material video. After Lin Zhu reacted, he didn’t need the man to rush or guide him. His gaze shifted back and forth for a moment, and he said a single sentence.

“Do you want me to drink… from the left side, or the right side?”

Hearing this,
He sat forward a bit, allowing his back to arch even further backward. An Omega’s limbs are softer, and with more training and Lin Zhu’s assistance, his waist had become even softer and more resilient.

He said in a indulging tone:
“Drink however you want to drink.”
“As long as you’re happy.”

His swan-like neck also arched. The wine in the hollow of his collarbone flowed in reverse, splitting into two paths, sliding down the sides of his neck to the back…
Wobbling, it fell onto the off-white tablecloth.

The pristine fabric gained another stain.

Even in the extremely dim light, the luster of the wine stains could be reflected. Lin Zhu followed these glaring traces, sipping the wine little by little into his mouth.

Mellow and rich, sweet on the palate.

Not spicy at all, even leaving a slight sweet aftertaste.

During this time, the man’s breathing was rapid. It seemed the soaked shirt wrapped too tightly around him, making him a bit hypoxic and dizzy. Even from his throat, a breathy sound was squeezed out from time to time.

As if thirsting for oxygen.

But the scarce oxygen had been entirely consumed by the other person in the same space, who was even stingy about sharing it with him.

Most of the time, Lin Zhu was a good boy, but sometimes, a certain bad habit of his gave Yan Ruojun a big headache.

For example, his fierce and aggressive style when kissing.

Or, for instance, his apparent special fondness for certain behaviors typical only of infants and toddlers, often requiring Yan Ruojun to forcefully push his face away, or pry open his lips and teeth…

Yan Ruojun always complained, but it was undeniable that—once again, he had gotten used to it and couldn’t muster the heart to protest anymore.

After a long time passed.

Only then did he turn his face to the side, close his eyes, and say: “Puppy Lin, how much longer are you going to eat? Hiss… don’t chew, my clothes are soaked, I’m a bit uncomfortable.”

Lin Zhu’s muffled voice sounded,
“…Sorry.”

Lin Zhu felt he was thoroughly drunk.

Strangely though, his two hands were incredibly steady.

Yan Ruojun was lifted up by him and placed onto the counter.

Because the tabletop in this direction was too narrow for someone to lie down on, Yan Ruojun followed the arm behind his waist and turned around. However, both his elbows remained pressed firmly against the tabletop, his long legs planted on the floor.

His height was too imposing, which made the tabletop seem even lower in contrast, falling far short of the height of his hips.

Lin Zhu stared at the scene before his eyes for two seconds, helped the man peel off his dirty, wet white shirt—of course, it couldn’t be called white anymore—and then caught sight of a horizontal line pressed into Yan Ruojun’s lower back by the edge of the table. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss it, saying softly:
“…I’m sorry.”

After saying that, he was about to get up and head into the bedroom.

Yan Ruojun inexplicably felt a surge of indescribable panic. With a smack, he grabbed Lin Zhu’s hand and hurriedly asked, “Where are you going?! You’re not allowed to leave!”

Startled by his practically agitated tone, Lin Zhu said blankly, “Ge, I just want to go to the nightstand to get something…”

But Yan Ruojun still didn’t let go.

After a long while.

He leaned on the table and said softly, “Don’t go, let’s just do it like this… It’s the same if I take the medicine afterward.”

It was indeed the same.

In recent decades, with the trend of late marriage and late childbearing, along with young people’s increasingly open attitudes toward intimate behavior, the medical industry had heavily developed contraceptive drug research, reducing side effects to an absolute minimum.

Besides oral medication, there was also a subcutaneous contraceptive implant surgery, which was already a very mature technology. Lin Zhu had only learned about these things after arriving in this world.

But Lin Zhu was, after all, not someone who grew up in an ABO world.

His mind still harbored the idea that taking this kind of medicine was bad for the body. Because of this, over the past three months, he had chosen to take precautions himself, unwilling to let the man take pills.

But right now, Yan Ruojun’s attitude was very firm.

Lin Zhu had no choice but to drop the idea.

Before long.

The sound of a belt buckle unfastening flashed through the silent space.

After a long while, a prolonged, rhythmic sound of table legs scraping against the wooden floor echoed through the room…

Yan Ruojun gripped the edge of the dining table tightly.

He was terrified that one careless move would send him flipping over backward.

From beginning to end, Lin Zhu very carefully used his arm to separate the man from the edge of the table, not allowing it to leave any more marks on him.

—Little did he know he himself was the culprit repeatedly causing the other to gasp and shed tears.

His tone was gentle.

But his actions were fierce.

After a long period of noise, silence finally returned.

Lin Zhu stood behind the man without moving, skillfully waiting for the knot to subside. He closed his eyes, rested his forehead against Yan Ruojun’s sweat-drenched shoulder, and thought quietly,
…If only time could stop at this exact second.

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Over the next two days of the holiday, Yan Ruojun showed an extraordinary level of interest, dragging Lin Zhu into wild indulgence for a long time. Aside from essential life needs, they barely stopped.

Lin Zhu was fine.

At most, he was just a bit tired.

Yan Ruojun, however, was a different story.

By the end, he couldn’t even stand up anymore. Even going to the bathroom required Lin Zhu to half-support, half-carry him—he was basically severely crippled.

During these three days, he hadn’t let Lin Zhu use any precautions, which led to Lin Zhu waking up, hugging him, and asking,
“Ge, did you take your medicine?”

The final day of the holiday passed.

The next day.

Lin Zhu opened his eyes numbly. For the first time, he realized that waking up early could be such a difficult task, making him want to put on a mask of pain.

The two of them hadn’t gone to sleep until after 2 a.m. last night.

Yan Ruojun was sleeping a bit restlessly. He groggily opened his eyes, reached out to tug at his little husband’s sleeve, and instinctively asked,
“Where are you going?”

Lin Zhu had just changed into his school uniform. Having washed his face, he was still sleepy. He swayed as he wanted to go to the living room water dispenser for a cup of warm water, but was grabbed by the man before taking two steps.

Even though the grip was extremely weak, he still stopped, turned around, squatted down, and explained:
“I’m going to get some water. Ge, you didn’t take your medicine last night. Might as well take it now.”

Yan Ruojun looked like he was about to fall back asleep, casually mumbling an “mm.” It wasn’t until Lin Zhu shoved the capsule removed from its blister pack and the cup of water into his hand that he reopened his ten-pound eyelids.

“I’m going to be late,” Lin Zhu said rapidly. “Ge, just put the cup on the nightstand afterward, don’t spill it.”

Yan Ruojun, half-asleep and half-awake: “…Mm.”

The two had never indulged like this before. The man’s rare sight of squinting and frowning from sleepiness softened Lin Zhu’s heart. He couldn’t help but kiss his cheek and remind him again: “Hurry up and take it, I have to leave soon.”

Yan Ruojun was annoyed to death by him and buried his head under the pillow. “I know, I know. Go to school already, little nag.”

Lin Zhu subsequently got up and left.

In the bedroom.

Yan Ruojun struggled to prop up his upper body. His entire body was incredibly sore. His fingers unconsciously loosened, and the capsule in his hand quietly fell off the bed.

He was too lazy to look for it, so he just took a sip of water to moisten his parched throat and went back to sleep hugging Lin Zhu’s pillow.

This sleep lasted straight until Lin Zhu came home from school.

The young man seemed terrified of him getting pregnant with a big belly. The moment he got home, he hurriedly asked:
“Ge, you took it, right?”

Hearing this made Yan Ruojun’s chest feel tight, giving rise to a wave of irritation, as well as an inexplicable sense of panic.

So he clicked his tongue and answered:
“—I took it!”