“Doctor Ji…” Bo Xinghang’s feverishly hot skin pressed against Doctor Ji’s, and his misty eyes blinked slowly. “Where are we going?”
Ji Wenzhen, standing in front of the car, lowered him carefully and said in a soft voice, “I’m taking you home.”
“Oh…” Bo Xinghang replied groggily. As the coolness began to recede, he immediately clung tightly. “Don’t go!”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Ji Wenzhen unlocked the car and opened the door, struggling with the boy’s clinging. He coaxed in a gentle tone, “I’m not leaving. Let’s get inside first and talk about it when we get home, okay?”
“But you let go.”
The young man spoke with a hint of grievance, his hot hands gripping Doctor Ji firmly.
Bo Xinghang’s skin was so hot that his previously fair complexion now flushed crimson. Even his breaths were filled with the heat of sun-kissed skin.
It was uncomfortably hot.
“I didn’t let go.” Doctor Ji carefully held the boy’s hand, his cold voice filled with affection, like a small flame in the snow. “I’m holding on.”
Doctor Ji’s palm was broad and slightly cool to the touch. As they held hands, Bo Xinghang traced the outline of his knuckles.
His knuckles were well-defined like they had been carved, but they weren’t overly aggressive. Instead, the cool white skin radiated a comforting warmth of the sun.
So comforting.
Bo Xinghang liked it so much that he squeezed Doctor Ji’s hand again.
Ji Wenzhen enjoyed seeing him act spoiled. But with the kid holding on so tightly, he couldn’t drive or even move an inch.
Doctor Ji’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he spoke in a helpless tone, “Can we go home first? Once we’re there, you can hold my hand all you want—”
“I’m hot.”
“Doctor Ji…” The young man frowned in discomfort and tugged at his collar. It was too hot. Even though Doctor Ji’s skin was cool, it couldn’t ease the strange sensation.
Bo Xinghang gripped Doctor Ji’s hand tightly with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Doctor Ji’s neck. His burning lips pressed against Doctor Ji’s skin as he spoke, his mouth opening and closing. “I’m not feeling well.”
Hot breaths hit Doctor Ji’s neck, making his heart tremble and his voice turn hoarse. “Uncomfortable? If you’re uncomfortable, let’s go home.”
“…I don’t wanna go home.”
“Why?”
Bo Xinghang buried his head in Doctor Ji’s shoulder and mumbled, “I don’t have a home. My dad’s dead, and my mom doesn’t want me anymore. Where would I go back to… I don’t have a home…”
His voice grew softer until it turned into a whisper, but he spoke right next to Doctor Ji’s ear, making every word clear.
“That’s not true, Xiao Xing. You have a home.”
Doctor Ji’s hand was cool as he held onto him, but his words were warm. “You have a home with me.”
Bo Xinghang was confused at first, and it took him a moment to understand. He blinked his tear-filled eyes and smiled.
His Doctor Ji had said he had a home.
He had a home with Doctor Ji.
“Oh… so Doctor Ji and I are family?”
“Yes.”
Ji Wenzhen wrapped his arms around Bo Xinghang’s waist and pulled him into an embrace. Despite the boy’s tough appearance with a buzz cut, he was soft and cuddly.
Ji Wenzhen gently placed Bo Xinghang in the passenger seat and kissed his forehead reassuringly, meeting his gaze.
“Be good. Let’s go home first.”
Feeling dazed by Doctor Ji’s kiss, Bo Xinghang felt his cooled body heating up again.
Breathless, Bo Xinghang felt the lingering warmth on his forehead and nodded. “Okay, let’s go home.”
The drug’s effect initially seemed mild, causing only an increase in body heat and slight mental fog. However, as time went on, Bo Xinghang’s symptoms worsened.
This wasn’t a typical aphrodisiac. The man who acquired it had heard that its effects were unpredictable. It might do nothing, or it might torment you to death.
Judging by Bo Xinghang’s current state, it was clearly the latter.
It could indeed torment you to death.
As soon as they entered, Bo Xinghang eagerly embraced Doctor Ji. The light that had been on was quickly extinguished, leaving only his amber eyes faintly visible in the darkness.
Doctor Ji was pushed hard against the wall. His first instinct was to hold the young man in front of him and check if he was hurt. When he looked up, he saw the boy urgently approaching.
Bo Xinghang’s lips were like fire—scorching and intense. They carried the intoxicating allure of champagne as they crashed down on him.
Bo Xinghang moved closer, his expression serious as he kissed Doctor Ji’s lips. His tongue traced along Doctor Ji’s, outlining it bit by bit.
“Doctor Ji…”
The young man clutched Doctor Ji’s collar tightly as if he wanted to merge with him completely. His body was too hot, and even the air seemed coated in a fine mist.
Steamy and lingering.
“Bo Xinghang!”
Ji Wenzhen’s eyes widened as he gasped for breath. He pressed Bo Xinghang’s shoulders and pushed him away, incredulous. “…Do you know what you’re doing?”
Bo Xinghang looked confused. “I do…”
“Alright.” Ji Wenzhen tried to steady himself, meeting the young man’s eyes. “Do you know who I am? Do you know what you’re doing to me? Think carefully.”
Under the influence of the drug, Bo Xinghang was instinctively drawn to intimacy and coolness. He didn’t realize it, but while his unconscious actions could be forgiven, Ji Wenzhen could not afford to make a mistake.
Such a good young man should not be allowed to act rashly while unconscious.
Panting, Ji Wenzhen repeated the question, while Bo Xinghang stared blankly. “Who am I? What are you… doing to me?”
Who am I?
Bo Xinghang shifted uncomfortably but tried to think about the question.
I am…
“…Xiao Xing.”
He pointed to himself and then to Ji Wenzhen. “Xiao Xing… Doctor Ji.”
“What?” Doctor Ji’s grip tightened around the boy’s waist.
Bo Xinghang moved closer again and kissed Doctor Ji’s cool lips, closing his eyes with satisfaction. “Xiao Xing… is kissing… Doctor Ji.”
“Xiao Xing… likes Doctor Ji.”
In an instant, all other sounds seemed to fade away.
Doctor Ji no longer heard the cars speeding by, the elevator moving, or the footsteps of people rushing home.
All his attention was on the young man before him. Under the drug’s influence, Bo Xinghang’s innocent and fervent feelings were laid bare.
Doctor Ji stared at him, lips slightly parted, and asked again, “Do you know what you’re saying?”
Though he was an adult and had never personally experienced romance due to his profession and personality, he understood the young man’s feelings.
Sometimes, Bo Xinghang’s gaze was too bold, with his unrestrained feelings openly displayed on his face.
Ji Wenzhen had been backing away, fearing that their current relationship might collapse and everything might fall apart.
…Fall apart.
It seemed like it had already fallen apart long ago.
He didn’t know when it had started, but he could no longer hide his feelings. Step by step, he had indulged the boy and allowed all of his actions.
Just like now… Ji Wenzhen pinched the boy’s chin with his fingers, responding to his kiss slowly.
Ji Wenzhen felt like he was losing control.
He covered Bo Xinghang’s eyes with his hand, afraid of kissing too passionately. Instead, he placed delicate, fragmented kisses on his lips, each movement cautious and tentative, as if walking on thin ice.
The reckless kiss they had shared at the barbecue restaurant had been like a dragonfly skimming the water, but this time, both were kissing willingly, like a bee savoring its favorite nectar.
The drug’s effects on Bo Xinghang were strong, making his body so hot that he felt weak, his desires overpowering his reason and craving more.
But he didn’t push further. He breathed heavily, quietly savoring Doctor Ji’s warmth, obediently closing his eyes, and accepting his tender kisses.
In this seemingly reckless moment, they maintained the last thread of reason.
They didn’t go any further. In the dim room, with only the moonlight shining through the window, they held each other close.
–
The next day was Grandma Bo’s discharge day.
Early in the morning, before Bo Xinghang could repay the hospital fees, Xiao Meng-jie had already covered them for him.
Unable to sit still any longer, Grandma Bo began pestering Nurse Xiao Meng to take her out for a walk. Xiao Meng couldn’t refuse and helped her outside.
After so long in the hospital, Grandma Bo’s mood brightened considerably when she stepped outside and saw the sunlight. With a beaming smile, she pointed ahead.
“Xiao Meng, take Grandma to that street over there! There was a supermarket the last time I went, and the lady inside, who was almost as young as me, was really amusing!”
Xiao Meng helplessly supported Grandma as they made their way outside. “Grandma! There’s no rush. I just texted Xiao Hang to pick you up. Let’s wait a bit longer, okay?”
“Oh dear, why wait for that brat!” Despite her words, Grandma Bo stayed put, watching the people outside without insisting on the outing.
They waited for about ten minutes at the entrance, but there was no sign of Bo Xinghang. Knowing he never kept his phone on silent, Xiao Meng decided to call him.
The phone rang loudly, waking Bo Xinghang from his sleep. With a hoarse voice, he answered, “…Hello?”
“Xiao Hang! What’s up with your voice—” Xiao Meng glanced at Grandma, took a few steps away, and whispered, “What did you do last night? Why is your voice so hoarse? Did you drink again?!”
Xiao Meng had learned about his job by accident but didn’t comment. She occasionally sent him WeChat messages reminding him to drink less.
Drinking was something he did reluctantly.
Xiao Meng understood the reason and never interfered too much.
So, Bo Xinghang didn’t hide it. The memory of last night was still fuzzy. Just waking up and not fully aware, he agreed, “Mm, what’s wrong?”
“Today is Grandma’s discharge day, and you’re still sleeping?”
“…No, I’m on my way.”
Bo Xinghang sat on the bed, closing his eyes for a moment of calm. Slowly, the memories of last night returned: he remembered drinking too much and then being drugged by that damned client.
Then…
He frowned. Fuck, what happened?
Bo Xinghang glanced down at himself and saw he was neatly dressed. The buttons on his pajamas were damn difficult to fasten; if he had done it himself, he would have surely lost his patience.
Tsk.
What the hell happened?
He had a nagging feeling that something significant had occurred afterward, but every time he tried to remember, his head throbbed as if warning him.
Deciding to wash up first, Bo Xinghang tried to think about it on the way to pick up Grandma… wait.
…Pick up?
In a flash, all the lost memories came rushing back. He suddenly recalled last night—his limp body pressed tightly against Doctor Ji, kissing his cool lips over and over again.
He had taken the initiative to kiss Doctor Ji.
The instant he remembered, the toothbrush slipped from his hand. Cool water splashed onto the back of his hand… reminiscent of Doctor Ji’s hand from last night.
And the words he had spoken in that low voice, “Let’s go home.”
