After getting drunk

Wen Man didn’t speak.

A few seconds later, he heard him soften his voice: “You… you’re drunk, you know?”

Xue Wei still didn’t speak.

He still rested his head against Wen Man’s chest.

In his hazy state, only the most basic reactions remained.

He would “mm” in response to questions, then remain motionless.

His voice sounded obedient.

“I… I can’t walk, my head… is dizzy.”

He thought for a long time before finally saying this.

The people around gradually left.

Zhao Xiaoyi from EGT came to peek in, originally wanting to pull him along, but as soon as he entered, he saw Wen Man gently shaking his head at him: “He’s drunk. You guys go first; I’ll take him back.”

“Oh, oh, oh, okay, okay.” Zhao Xiaoyi was also quite drunk.

His steps were unsteady, he gave an OK gesture, then stumbled back.

Only the two of them remained in the room.

The dim room was lit with aromatherapy, and there was some lingering scent of fruit wine.

He clung to Wen Man’s embrace.

Wen Man asked in a low voice: “Shall I carry you back?”

Xue Wei didn’t speak, so Wen Man leaned down and took his hand, letting him cling to his back.

Xue Wei was very obedient at this point; if told to cling, he clung.

If told to hold onto his shoulders, he held on.

He was as obedient as a little porcelain doll, doing whatever he was told.

Wen Man carried him on his back and chuckled softly: “If it weren’t for me, you’d be kidnapped and sold.”

Xue Wei moved.

He wasn’t entirely pleased with what he said about him, but not completely displeased either, because in his drunken state, he heard his voice but didn’t quite catch the words.

He did, however, catch the deep, surging emotion within it; it wasn’t reproachful, but gentle, affectionate.

He cherished this warmth, because the last time he heard such a gentle tone was a very, very long time ago, when he was very young, and his parents held his hand, laughing at his short legs for not keeping up.

Wen Man carried him down, asking the KTV owner to arrange a car to take them back to the hotel.

Xue Wei was still dizzy in the car, unable to vomit, only wanting to sleep, so he rested his head on Wen Man’s shoulder.

Warm air circulated in the car, rustling his fine hair.

Wen Man relaxed his body, letting him lean.

He reached out and held his hand, gripping his cold hand, passing on warmth.

The driver was a KTV owner’s employee, acquainted with Wen Man, and had exchanged contact information.

Upon arrival, the driver helped open the door and supported Xue Wei, then smiled at Wen Man: “He’s young, like a younger brother, huh.”

Wen Man still said nothing.

He took off his jacket and wrapped Xue Wei in it, holding him in his arms.

He only offered thanks: “Thank you. It’s windy in the snow; please go back first, don’t freeze.”

“Eh, eh, okay.” The driver left.

Xue Wei was very light.

Wen Man effortlessly pulled him along.

As the elevator door opened, the floor security guard, who had been dozing at the counter, perked up when he saw them.

He walked forward, preparing to question them, but after seeing clearly who it was, he hurried back, only managing to say: “Captain Wen… Captain Wen, good evening. You’re back too.”

Wen Man gave a faint acknowledgment.

He held Xue Wei.

The security guard stared at his back and his actions, only assuming that the person covered head-to-toe by the jacket was a tall woman, slender in figure.

Wen Man, being such a tall and big man embracing her, somehow appeared exceptionally… ambiguous and suggestive, leading to endless speculation.

The security guard returned to his post, furiously sending messages.

“Holy crap, holy crap, we signed an NDA but!! Earth-shattering gossip!! The national team’s famously clean-living male idol, I just saw him hugging a drunk woman and taking her back to his room to ‘open a room’!!!”

“That woman is incredibly pretty! Didn’t see her face, but she looked incredibly delicate! Most importantly, she was drunk! Oh my god! What an absolute scumbag!”

“Stop talking nonsense! Isn’t there only one national team male idol? I’d rather believe Mars will collide with Earth tomorrow than believe there’s anything wrong with Wen Man’s private life. He’s famously straight, okay? I’ve seen so many heartbroken posts from people who chased him, and posts digging into the little brothers and sisters who chased him. If you saw them all, you’d definitely suspect he’s asexual, the type to be single for life.”

“Hard to say. Actually, I think Wen Man’s face, it’s a waste not to do something… Wasn’t it ‘flowing Omegas, ironclad Wen Man’? He’s a gamer who contributed many domineering CEO male lead edits. No more talking, I’m going to watch.”

The “scumbag” Wen Man dragged Xue Wei back to the room, laboriously closing the door.

Xue Wei returned to a familiar place, instantly perked up, and even started messing with him.

Wen Man reached out to turn on the light.

He instantly turned off the light.

Yet his expression remained docile and gentle, his long, dark eyelashes lowered, as if he wasn’t the one who had just caused trouble at all.

“You turned off the light. I won’t turn it back on then,” Wen Man leisurely reminded him.

Xue Wei didn’t mind.

He didn’t even detect the danger behind those words: “Oh.”

Wen Man then pushed him towards the bathroom in the dark.

Xue Wei used his toothbrush.

Wen Man was looking for a new towel for him, and then saw he had already neatly started taking off his clothes.

He had to first put down the towel and go turn on the hot water and floor heating for him.

“Don’t take a bath,” he reached out to touch Xue Wei’s forehead, saying in a low voice, somewhat coaxing, “You’re drunk and dizzy. Just a quick shower will do, okay? I’m afraid you’ll faint in there.”

“Mm.”

Xue Wei obediently took a shower.

This time, he didn’t cause any more trouble.

In the dark bathroom, only the two people’s breathing and the sound of the shower water hitting the surface remained.

A strange quiet, yet also a hazy, scorching heat.

It was another kind of dizzying haze.

Wen Man was soaked by him. Slightly warm and damp.

He stood by the door, watching him, not with any “gazing” intent, but simply monitoring his condition.

Xue Wei had no problems.

After washing, he asked for a towel.

Wen Man then handed him the towel.

Xue Wei also quickly dried himself.

Wen Man prepared pajamas for him: “Here, my shirt. Just wear it for now.”

A faint lime scent mixed with shower gel fragrance diffused.

Xue Wei took it and put it on. But after putting it on, he wouldn’t move again, and started complaining of dizziness: “Can’t walk.”

Wen Man chuckled softly again.

“You’re doing this on purpose?” he asked him.

Without waiting for a reply, Wen Man said in a low voice, “…You little ancestor.”

He walked in, reached out and wrapped him in a bath towel, scooped him up by the waist.

His movements were slowed.

He pushed open the bathroom door and walked towards the bed.

Xue Wei smoothly clung to him, resting on his shoulder.

When he was placed on the soft bed, he was still very dissatisfied, gripping his arm with his fingertips, refusing to let go.

He just felt that Wen Man’s body was warm, and his hard muscles were very comfortable.

“Let go,” Wen Man said idly.

He leaned down gently, very close, both hands braced beside him, threatening, “If you don’t let go, something’s going to happen, okay?”

He held Xue Wei’s hand.

Xue Wei, dizzy, opened his eyes.

He looked up and saw him so close.

It was as if he suddenly recognized him and shrank back.

“…”

Xue Wei was a bit confused.

After thinking for a long time, his expression suddenly turned fierce, like a bristling wolf cub: “Improper.”

Wen Man:

‘His words halted abruptly.’

Xue Wei said: “Improper.”

Seeing that he was getting more and more agitated, Wen Man reached out and covered his mouth: “Alright, go to sleep.”

Xue Wei refused to sleep.

He still flailed, mumbling something, not knowing what he wanted to say.

Wen Man watched him for a while, then suddenly chuckled.

Xue Wei saw him smile and was about to launch a verbal attack, but then, the next moment, Wen Man suddenly relaxed his body, leaned down and hugged him, pressing his entire body onto him.

A heavy, warm touch enveloped him.

Wen Man held him tightly in his arms, leaving no gap, his nose lightly brushing his shoulder, like a cat sniffing, very hard.

He was tall and strong, and with such a light pressure, Xue Wei couldn’t even kick him off.

Xue Wei then stopped struggling.

He was being held, somewhat stunned. He couldn’t say anything he wanted to say.

Wen Man buried his head in his shoulder, his voice muffled, devoid of emotion: “Are you sleeping? Sleep obediently.”

Xue Wei fell silent.

‘His words halted abruptly.’

“You’ve become obedient. This is good.” Wen Man commented.

Xue Wei’s mouth moved.

He wanted to curse him again, to say… but he forgot what he wanted to say.

‘Improper… improper.’

But he craved that warmth.

“I’ll sleep next door. If anything happens, call me, understand?” Wen Man told him.

Xue Wei didn’t know if he understood, but he just said: “Mm.”

Wen Man pulled out the small green dinosaur from under the pillow, tilted his head to look at it, and clipped it to Xue Wei’s head, dangling on his hair.

Then, he picked up his jacket and left the room.

He had people on both sides of him, Alan on the left, and God Knife on the right.

Knife shouldn’t have been there; he had arranged to swap rooms himself.

Wen Man knocked impatiently on the door, almost wanting to kick it open.

Knife, after a long while, emerged wearing a shower cap. Seeing it was him: “What do you want?”

He thought he had come for revenge over the fruit wine.

“You go back to your team’s room to sleep; this room is mine,” Wen Man said, “He’s sleeping in my room.”

He said this in Chinese, but Knife miraculously understood him.

While rolling up his quilt and pillow, he said with a wicked smile: “You should sleep with the little one.”

“No such habit,” Wen Man began clearing things out of the cabinet.

He had germophobia, so he threw all of Knife’s clothes out of the closet and gave them to him, telling him to take them away.

“You really treat him like a child. Why don’t you dare to sleep with him?”

God Knife, clutching his quilt, pillow, and the mountain of clothes Wen Man threw at him, grumbled muffledly, “Pretty! Love him like a man!”

“Bullshit.”

Wen Man cursed precisely, shooing Knife away.

He washed up, changed, lay down on the bed, and took out his phone.

However, what appeared in his mind was the young man’s flushed, bewildered face.

And what he saw in the bathroom…

‘He’s not small anymore; NOW is already eighteen.’

Wen Man’s movements froze.

He put down his phone, his breathing gradually becoming clear.