In just over twenty short years of life, it was the first time Chi Xu had the urge to run away.
After showering, he dried the water droplets off his body with a towel and securely fastened his bathrobe. All his movements were calm and smooth, but only Chi Xu himself knew how nervous he was—no, not just a bit, but extremely nervous.
Zong Yuan originally wanted to hand him the underwear, but to his surprise, Chi Xu, already dressed, walked out. Zong Yuan tossed the items to him with a meaningful look, saying, “You’re not wearing anything underneath?”
Chi Xu, with his back to Zong Yuan, unwrapped the package and put on the underwear in three swift motions. “Do you think I came out naked?”
Zong Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs. “If you pull the robe up a bit, I could see, couldn’t I? But, dear, your legs are really straight.”
The bathrobe covered Chi Xu’s thighs but couldn’t hide his calves. He had never cared about the skin on his calves before. In the height of summer, a tank top and boxers were standard attire when alone. But now, under Zong Yuan’s gaze, he felt his calves burning, wanting to conceal all of his skin.
Chi Xu fiddled with the collar, finally finding a topic to shift the conversation, “Did you close the door to my room?”
“Your room’s door?” Zong Yuan frowned in confusion, “Where is your room?”
Damn, guessed wrong.
Chi Xu’s expression stiffened, “…I’m going back.”
Though he said he was going back, his feet remained still.
Zong Yuan expressed concern, “You said your room’s door was closed. Does that mean you can’t get in?”
Agent 0046: …Is he really this petty?
Chi Xu remained silent. Zong Yuan led him to the bedside, patting the space, “There’s another blanket in the wardrobe. I’ll go get it. We’ll sleep together tonight. You won’t ambush me, right?”
For a moment, Chi Xu forgot the first half of the sentence and exploded, “Why the hell would I ambush you?! I can lure you in with just a seductive trick; do I need to ambush you?!”
Zong Yuan squinted, “Seductive trick?”
Chi Xu, whose intelligence seemed to have been devoured by a dog, stepped onto the bed and pulled up the hem of his bathrobe, revealing his white, dazzling thighs. “Seductive trick! What’s wrong with that?!”
Zong Yuan’s gaze lingered on the roots of his thighs. Chi Xu, always diligent in exercise, had numerous scars, big and small, on his body. However, the skin on the roots of his thighs was luminously white, firm, and tight. Just a glance could evoke the imagined sensation of touching it.
Zong Yuan calmly shifted his gaze to Chi Xu’s face. “If it’s just this level of seductive trick, there’s indeed no possibility of luring me.”
Chi Xu recalled the words Zong Yuan had said by the pool earlier, “Zong Yuan is not a man who approaches handsome boys.” Chi Xu didn’t think of himself as handsome, and he had long passed the age of being called a “boy.” Perhaps his employer was just making a joke, but Chi Xu took it seriously, allowing Zong Yuan to laugh at him. Now, Zong Yuan brought it up again, igniting his sense of competitiveness.
Chi Xu stared at Zong Yuan’s expression, not letting any subtle changes escape his notice. “Do you think my seductive trick can’t get you hooked?”
Zong Yuan calmly sat on the bed, patting his thigh. “At least, not at this level.”
Chi Xu felt fortunate and sat on Zong Yuan’s thigh with a determined face. He pulled at the loosening collar of Zong Yuan’s bathrobe and asked fiercely, “Got hooked now?”
As he pulled the bathrobe, it opened up, revealing Zong Yuan’s entire upper body. The lines were smooth, the muscles were powerful but not overly exaggerated. Pretending not to have seen, Chi Xu kept his gaze fixed on Zong Yuan’s face.
Zong Yuan reached out to hold his waist, and the body in his arms suddenly tensed. He shook his head slowly, concealing the smile in his eyes. “Not yet.”
Chi Xu gritted his teeth and pulled the collar of the bathrobe again, exposing a large chest. Before he could say anything, Zong Yuan glanced indifferently, shaking his head with a sigh, “You still don’t have as much substance as I do.”
“Damn it,” Chi Xu buried his head on Zong Yuan’s body and the moisture that hadn’t been wiped dry stuck to Zong Yuan’s face. Zong Yuan licked his lips and happened to lick a droplet of water that had just dripped from Chi Xu’s body. A confident voice came from above him, “Got you hooked?”
Zong Yuan exhaled a hot breath as soon as he spoke. He was firmly buried, and every word he uttered seemed to touch Chi Xu in a subtle manner. Zong Yuan steadied himself and, incidentally, stabilized the posture of the little assassin who was not very stable. “Mm, got hooked.”
The foolish assassin walked right into the lion’s den.
Zong Yuan pressed him down on the bed, not bothering with the blanket. In this perilous position, he uttered the classic line, “I’ll just touch, won’t do anything.”
Chi Xu’s head wasn’t quite clear, and when Zong Yuan looked at someone seriously, those eyes seemed incredibly affectionate. Under the gaze of those eyes, Chi Xu nodded randomly, unsure whether to be delighted at his own charm or pleased that Zong Yuan had successfully taken the bait. His mind blank, he said, “Okay.”
Once he agreed to this request, there was no sleep for him tonight.
Zong Yuan gradually breached Chi Xu’s psychological defenses like simmering a frog in warm water. This time, his tenderness went deep into his bones. Extreme tenderness turned into a form of torture as Chi Xu, panting, allowed Zong Yuan to tear apart that piece of fragile and inferior fabric.
Complete surrender.
In the early hours of the next day, Chi Xu opened his eyes amidst a sore throat. On the bedside table was a glass of completely cold water. He stared at the glass for half a minute before lifting his aching arm to pick up the glass and drink it all in one go.
He felt more exhausted than practicing non-stop for a day and night.
Zong Yuan was quite domineering, familiarizing himself with every inch of Chi Xu’s body, leaving behind various shades of green and purple, large and small marks. Chi Xu, barely supporting himself against the wall, descended from the bed, “Hiss—born in the Year of the Dog, aren’t you.”
Whether lying down or on his side, traces of his activities could be seen.
Zong Yuan had just detached from excitement; he slept deeply, with relaxed features, appearing as if he had just had a wonderful dream.
After dressing, Chi Xu climbed onto the bed. After observing Zong Yuan for a while, he finally shaped his right hand into the form of a gun, pointed his index finger at Zong Yuan’s temple, and provided his own sound effects, “Biu—mission accomplished! Repeat, mission accomplished.”
He poked Zong Yuan’s mouth and whispered, “See, I can kill you right now. I’ve never had a defeat.”
The morning sun gradually filled the room, seeping through the gaps in the curtains. Chi Xu found the duck tongue cap Zong Yuan had bought, covering his head low. Ready to leave, he walked toward the door. However, after opening it a crack, he stopped.
Chi Xu bit his lip.
He quickly returned to the bedside, placed the only small pistol he had on Zong Yuan’s bedside, and said, “I’ve really suffered a loss in this mission. Not only did I lose two pistols, but I also broke my record of never failing.”
His fingers lingered from Zong Yuan’s forehead to his chin, “My only failure. You need to protect yourself.”
Chi Xu thought, you lost one pistol, and you gave another one to this man. Instead of worrying about him, it’s better to take care of yourself. So, hurry up and leave; you have more enemies than just this guy, don’t cause more trouble for yourself.
Chi Xu raised his hand, turned around, and left.
On this ship, evading someone was truly easy.
Zong Yuan had only just fallen asleep late at night, and his biological clock promptly woke him up. He reached out to the side, only to touch the cold blanket. He woke up suddenly, puzzled, “0046, where is he?”
0046 responded, “Probably went out for a meal; he’s about two hours ahead of you.”
Zong Yuan’s hand touched something cold. He looked down and saw the small pistol that Chi Xu had pulled from his calf earlier. 0046 said, “See, I told you he went out to eat, didn’t even bring a gun, don’t worry.”
“He ran away,” Zong Yuan mumbled while patting the gun back and forth. He got up and walked to the window. Outside, people were moving about in pairs and groups. Zong Yuan looked at them and cursed, “Damn.”
He felt agitated, agitated, and agitated.
After hesitating for a moment, 0046 said, “It can’t be. Why would he run away? The ship isn’t that big; I can find surveillance cameras, and I’ll find him sooner or later.”
Zong Yuan retrieved the gun from under the bed, staring at the two guns laid side by side, his brows furrowed deeply.
Seeing him silent, 0046 started searching on his own. After more than ten minutes, he nervously said, “There are no surveillance cameras in the room, and even the cameras have blind spots… Zong Yuan, I couldn’t find it.”
Zong Yuan directly picked up his phone and made a call, “Brother Hou, do me a favor.”
Eldest Young Master Hou had never heard Zong Yuan say such words before. He nodded, “Tell me.”
“Send someone to the next port to pick me up. Dispatch a few assassins; I want to be famous. I’m useful.”
Eldest Young Master Hou nodded again, “Okay.”
Zong Yuan put away his things, sat on the bed, and closed his eyes.
He remembered the words the little assassin said last night.
As he was about to enter him, the little assassin asked, “Do you know my name?”
Zong Yuan replied, “I don’t know.”
The little assassin said, “It’s an industry rule; I can’t tell you my real name.”
Zong Yuan chuckled, kissing his blushing ear, “Then we are truly a 419.”
In the end, it was still the little assassin who held his head and whispered in his ear, “My name is Chi Xu.”
“Chi Xu,” Zong Yuan opened his eyes, strapping the two guns to his body, “Let’s go, find your master.”
This was the first time someone had disappeared right under his nose.
0046 asked, “Where should we look?”
“Go to the places he might go, and to the visual blind spots you haven’t searched.”
0046 said, “I think it’s unnecessary to be so troublesome.”
Zong Yuan closed the door, responding to passing greetings, “Hmm?”
0046 glanced around Zong Yuan, “I think he will always be around you.”
Zong Yuan’s expression softened for a moment, then turned cold the next second. Joking with a familiar crew member who approached, they looked at the marks on his neck, teasing, “Wow, Zong, you really had an exciting night.”
Zong Yuan’s neck was marked with shades of green and purple from Chi Xu’s bites. Not only that, his face had also been scratched by Chi Xu. Zong Yuan sighed, “I angered my little sweetheart, and he secretly ran away. Have any of you seen him?”
“Is it the gentleman planning to die with you?”
“And the one who danced with you!”
They chattered, asking each other for a few sentences. Unfortunately, they shook their heads, “We haven’t seen him.”
The expected result, Zong Yuan accepted calmly. He said, “If you see him, make sure—”
A crew member interrupted, “We’ll definitely rush to tell you, hahaha.”
Zong Yuan waved his hand. Several crew members, oddly sensing something dreadful from his calm demeanor, chuckled, “We’ll make sure to tell him and warn him to be careful. If I catch him, he’s done for.”
Hiding in the dimly lit room, a pitiful Chi Xu, nibbling on compressed biscuits, shivered suddenly.
Tsk, Chi Xu took a sip of boiled water, looking at the love marks on his hand. Dinner served.
Author’s note:
Chi Xu (melancholy): so sad!
Zong Yuan: If you’re hiding, be careful about it.
