The Enemy's Heir - Chapter 2

Jiang Xu’s chest was pressed against something furry. He pushed it irritably and heard Shen Fangyu groan a few times.

“You look thin normally, but… why is it so heavy when you carry it?”

“You are… the fucking heavy one.” Jiang Xu lifted his head. Under the influence of alcohol, the two of them even spoke incoherently.

“You can’t do it… Jiang Xu,” Shen Fangyu lay on the pillow, his arms swinging to the side of the bed, “You only drank that little… and you’re drunk. No wonder Zhong Lan… doesn’t like you.”

Jiang Xu felt dizzy. Hearing this, he slapped Shen Fangyu’s face and covered his mouth, “Your face… is so hot that you can boil eggs. Do you think… you’re not drunk?”

“I’m not drunk…” The drunk waved his hands, “I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.”

Maybe because he was drunk, Jiang Xu talked more. Hearing this, he made a “tsk” sound, “It doesn’t matter whether you can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk or you get drunk after just one cup, anyway, Zhong Lan… doesn’t like you.”

Shen Fangyu, who was heartbroken, rubbed his face, “Zhong Lan…” He murmured, as if he was lost in some memories, “I suddenly remembered, Jiang Xu… because of you, I even rejected the confession of the class beauty back then.”

“You think… you’re the only one who’s miserable,” Jiang Xu said, “When we graduated… I collected dozens of love letters, just to get together with you… I didn’t even have time to open the letters.”

“So why did you want to get together with me?”

“Why don’t you ask… ask yourself?”

The two men who had wasted their time because of the twists and turns became more and more angry. Under the influence of alcohol, no one knew who started the fight first, and they suddenly wrestled into a ball, wishing to send the other to hell.

Fortunately, his mind was not clear, and his eyes were not clear. Nine times out of ten, he missed the right position. After a long time, Jiang Xu’s tie had been loosened, and the buttons fell to somewhere, revealing a cold white neck.

He leaned against the head of the bed, pressing his nose from time to time. Shen Fangyu, who had been punching the sky for a long time, squinted his eyes and collapsed on the bed to catch his breath.

After a while, he seemed to sigh: “Love is really metaphysical. I never thought that… Zhong Lan is gay.” He closed his eyes, probably because he felt that the hotel’s ceiling lights were too dazzling. He stroked and turned off the main lights with a “click”, leaving only two warm yellow sleeping lights on the bedside.

He tilted his head to look at Jiang Xu, and suddenly remembered the man in the bar just now, “I said…you are not gay too.”

A punch hit him in the lower abdomen. Jiang Xu twisted his joints, half-lifted his eyelids, and glanced at him coldly, “I am 1.88 meters tall, even if I am gay…I am 1.”

He was drunk and didn’t even know what he was saying. If he sobered up, he would realize that he had been led into a trap by Shen Fangyu’s nonsense.

Fortunately, Shen Fangyu was also drunk and half asleep, and didn’t find the huge loophole in his words, but sensitively grasped the number and subconsciously said: “I am 1.88.4 meters tall.”

Jiang Xu: “I am 1.88.43 meters.”

Who can’t count decimals.

“Ha,” Shen Fangyu suddenly laughed, “I’m 1.88 meters 44.”

“Fuck—” Jiang Xu glared at him, but Shen Fangyu was getting more and more angry, “Not only am I taller than you, believe it or not, my thing is also longer than yours.”

“I don’t believe it.”

The desire to win between men is like engraved in their DNA, especially under the blessing of alcohol, it swallows up reason without paying attention.

Shen Fangyu directly pulled off his pants, and reached out to pull Jiang Xu’s pants. The well-tailored trousers wrapped around the man’s slender legs, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Xu was probably too drunk to remember anything. All he could think about was not losing to Shen Fangyu. He actually had his pants pulled down. They both looked down at the same time, then looked at each other, and almost said in unison: “I’m longer than you!”

“Impossible,” Shen Fangyu directly pulled Jiang Xu’s hand and pressed it against himself, “Use your hand to compare.”

Jiang Xu’s hands were very white, his fingers were slender, and there were a few thin calluses. Because there was no flesh, you could still see the pale blue blood vessels on the back of his hands.

Probably because he drank, the blood and qi went to his head, and his hands were a little cold. The moment he touched Shen Fangyu, the latter suddenly trembled.

“Don’t move.” Jiang Xu’s mind was only a single thread of testing the length. His hands rubbed Shen Fangyu’s position. Shen Fangyu lowered his head in confusion, and the visual stimulation made his brain a little confused.

The hands that usually performed surgical operations in an orderly manner were jumping and rubbing on his body, and his heart began to beat wildly for no reason.

“What are you fluttering about?” He was disgusted with his inexperienced heart while trying to grab Jiang Xu’s hand. The latter was interrupted and looked up at him unhappily. A few strands of bangs were slightly blocked in front of his eyes because of his upward movement.

Shen Fangyu realized that Jiang Xu’s glasses had been knocked off at some point.

Jiang Xu had double vision, and perhaps because of myopia, things were a little blurry when he took off his glasses. The eyes that always looked sharp under the lenses now flowed with a bit of natural softness under the warm yellow sleep light.

Jiang Xu like this made Shen Fangyu feel unfamiliar. The alcohol made Shen Fangyu feel light from body to brain, as if he was walking on clouds, or in a dream. Shen Fangyu

stared at Jiang Xu blankly for a while, and suddenly found a small mole under his eye.

The mole was very small, and he had never noticed it because it was blocked by glasses on weekdays. Now that he suddenly realized it, Shen Fangyu stared at it straight as if he was addicted, and his eyes could not move away.

Inexplicably, Shen Fangyu felt that the mole was a little bit attractive.

Jiang Xu’s face was that kind of cold white, which made the small black spot particularly clear. He was dazzled by the mole, and his Adam’s apple rolled. Suddenly, he forgot who was lying on the bed.

So the next second, Shen Fangyu’s lower lip touched the small mole by some unknown reason.

Jiang Xu’s eyelashes trembled, and he half-closed his eyes, as if he was a little dazed. His consciousness was fuzzy, and after a moment of confusion, he turned his head away.

Shen Fangyu supported himself on the pillow with one hand and looked down at Jiang Xu. The moment he turned his head, Shen Fangyu keenly caught a small black mole on his neck.

“My mother said that white people are prone to moles. It’s true.”

After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed him again like a pigmented mole collector.

Shen Fangyu’s lips were very cold, and suddenly touched the hot neck. Jiang Xu subconsciously raised his head. His jawline was very beautiful, and it looked particularly clear because of the tilt of his head.

Shen Fangyu wanted to go down, but Jiang Xu put his hand on his chest.

“It’s hot,” Jiang Xu closed his eyes, rubbing the pure white pillow into wrinkles, and said bluntly: “Go turn on the air conditioner.”

After turning on the air conditioner obediently, Shen Fangyu supported his head with one hand and looked down at Jiang Xu who was lying on his back. They had just been tossing and turning on the bed, and Jiang Xu’s shirt had long been rolled up from his waist.

Jiang Xu in the dream is still cute, Shen Fangyu thought, not noisy, although it seems unreal under the warm yellow light, but very pleasing to the eye.

Shen Fangyu’s eyes swept over the smooth and thin waist, and pulled open the few buttons he had left. Because he had never been exposed to the sun, Jiang Xu’s chest skin was particularly white, and Shen Fangyu saw a mole in the middle at a glance.

Unlike the previous one, this mole was red, as if there was a drop of blood hidden inside, bright red.

Dr. Shen, who is addicted to collecting, stared at it for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and felt an inexplicable burning in his heart.

He raised a finger and pressed the little red dot like turning on a switch, and suddenly a not very clear gasp came from above his head.

Shen Fangyu’s head was numb.

“Damn, don’t bother me…”

He took a deep breath and tried to prop himself up. Jiang Xu also realized something vaguely, and felt very annoyed. He kicked Shen Fangyu hard and said, “Get out.”

However, the kick missed, and Shen Fangyu grabbed his ankle while dodging the attack.

Jiang Xu’s ankle was very thin and his skin was very smooth. Shen Fangyu couldn’t help but rub it for a while.

There was another low groan.

Unlike the ones in the movies, the man’s voice was a little hoarse, and a little cold, faint, but inexplicably fueled the fire.

Shen Fangyu suddenly lowered his head and looked at the end of the legs with a dim gaze.

This dream was too exciting.