TYMRHBDES Chapter 155

Upon hearing Jiang Wei’s name, Pei Yu pushed aside the stylist’s hand, his peerlessly handsome face suddenly turning icy.

“What did he do?”

Zhang Hao quickly pulled out his phone and showed Pei Yu the screen.

Pei Yu tilted his chin and scanned the screen, a chilling smile curling at the corner of his lips. He let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“Hmph.”

Zhang Hao felt a cold shiver run down his spine under the intensity of Pei Yu’s dark, brooding gaze.

‘ Brother Pei really seems jealous,’ he thought.

‘ And it’s kind of terrifying.’

***

Evening.

In the French restaurant, decorated in shades of gray and black, soft overhead lights filtered through the latticed ceiling, casting a warm glow on the square, oiled wooden tables. Two figures sat facing each other across one such table.

Jiang Luoluo flipped through the menu with one hand, his other hand propping up his small face. His tiny silhouette was reflected in the marble cylindrical vase, the silk-pink flowers arranged at an angle accentuating his fair profile and drawing frequent glances from the waiter.

Pei Yu tapped the table with the back of his hand, snapping the waiter out of his reverie.

The waiter, his face flushed, lowered his head and retreated after Jiang Luoluo placed his order, though he couldn’t resist glancing back repeatedly as he left.

Jiang Luoluo glanced down at his outfit and asked Pei Yu in a small voice, “Am I dressed strangely today?”

Pei Yu raised an eyebrow, his sharp phoenix eyes softening with amusement and admiration.

The person across from him was wearing a smoky pink, oversized short-sleeved shirt, the loose fit making him look even smaller.

His hands were small, his face was small, and even his nose and mouth were petite. Only his round, bright almond eyes seemed to overflow with the room’s soft light, their shimmering depths exceptionally dazzling.

As he spoke, his curled eyelashes fluttered, accentuating the slight upward tilt of his eyes and making him appear small, delicate, and unconsciously beautiful—a sight that stirred a man’s protective instincts.

It made one want to grasp his slender waist, pull him close, and cherish him properly.

Pei Yu shook his head, a hint of amusement in his refined features. “Not surprising at all.”

Jiang Luoluo blinked, sensing something odd about Pei Yu tonight.

Especially the way he looked at him—there was something distinctly *gaygay* about it.

‘ Maybe I’m just seeing things through my yaoi-tinted glasses ,’ he thought.

After all, Pei Yu seemed undeniably straight.

Jiang Luoluo turned his head away from Pei Yu, cradling his drink in both hands as he focused on the café’s decor.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Pei Yu said.

Jiang Luoluo nodded, watching Pei Yu leave. He lifted his cup higher and continued playing with the fruit pulp stuck in his straw.

“You’re Jiang Luoluo?” a furious female voice snapped in his ear.

Jiang Luoluo looked up. The woman was a complete stranger, her face unfamiliar.

“So, you think it’s fun to steal someone else’s boyfriend?”

Before Jiang Luoluo could respond, the girl continued her barrage:

“I was wondering why Jiang Wei suddenly started distancing himself from me. Now I see it was you pulling the strings!”

The girl’s eyebrows arched sharply, her face flushed with anger.

“Are you Jiang Wei’s girlfriend?” Jiang Luoluo asked calmly, trying to explain:

“I didn’t steal your boyfriend. Jiang Wei and I only met today. You can ask him yourself if you don’t believe me.”

“Who would believe your lies?!” the girl retorted. “You just met today? How could he suddenly rush to defend you like that?”

“He used to treat me so well! If it weren’t for you, why would he suddenly block me?!”

“It’s all your fault!!”

With this accusation hanging over his head, Jiang Luoluo’s attempts to defend himself were futile. Convinced that he had stolen her boyfriend, the girl’s anger boiled over, and she burst into tears.

A wave of gazes converged on them—curious, judgmental, and amused—all drawn to the spectacle.

The girl’s makeup ran in streaks as tears mixed with mascara streamed down her cheeks.

Jiang Luoluo, feeling a pang of sympathy, offered her a box of tissues.

To his surprise, the girl reacted even more violently, wailing loudly as she screamed, “Who wants your fake kindness?!”

With that, she slapped the tissue box out of Jiang Luoluo’s hand.

Jiang Luoluo shook his head and bent down to pick up the scattered tissues.

Suddenly, a stream of water splashed across his clothes, ice cubes sliding down his collar and sending a shiver through him.

The girl remained relentless, extending her sharp nails to claw at Jiang Luoluo’s face.

Jiang Luoluo raised his hand to block the attack, but another hand moved faster, seizing the girl’s wrist and gently pushing her backward.

The sharp *click* of high heels echoed as the girl screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Pei Yu’s sharp features were now icy, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at the fallen girl with undisguised displeasure.

His deep voice dripped with chilling menace, carrying an unmistakable sense of coercion, his eyes burning with ruthless intensity:

“If you can’t control your people, don’t come causing trouble for him.”

“Are you tired of living and looking for a death wish?”

The girl clutched her twisted ankle, sobbing uncontrollably. She wanted to continue her tantrum, but Pei Yu’s oppressive aura froze her into submission.

‘ Is that Pei Yu?’

“Why did you make that poor girl cry?”

The surrounding gazes burned hotter, now accompanied by hushed whispers.

Hearing the sympathetic murmurs, the girl seemed to gain confidence and began to wail even more dramatically.

“So you like crying?” Pei Yu sneered, his voice icy. “Save your tears. You’ll have plenty of reason to cry soon enough.”

Pei Yu withdrew his contemptuous gaze, shrugged off his coat, and draped it over Jiang Luoluo’s shoulders.

His eyes lingered on Jiang Luoluo’s pale, fragile lips, which had turned white from the cold. His dark brows furrowed involuntarily, and a flicker of tenderness flashed through his ink-black eyes.

Ignoring the prying eyes around them, he took Jiang Luoluo’s hand and strode toward the exit.

Once in the car, Jiang Luoluo grabbed some tissues to wipe his soaked shirt.

A pair of long, slender hands with distinct knuckles appeared in his vision, the fingertips brushing against his buttons.

The first button was quickly undone, and the waterlogged fabric suddenly separated from his skin, exposing his delicate, fair skin to the air. Tiny goosebumps instantly dotted his flesh.

Those hands continued to unbutton the second button. Jiang Luoluo, finally snapping out of his daze, felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Gathering his courage, he grasped Pei Yu’s hand, halting his movements.

Pei Yu paused, his slender fingers now held captive by Jiang Luoluo’s grip.

In the dimly lit car, the silence was so profound that even their breathing became audible.

Pei Yu’s gaze lowered slightly, his eyes lingering on the delicate skin his fingertips had brushed against. A surge of excitement coursed through him, his Adam’s apple bobbing momentarily.

‘ He’s too obedient.’

The way Jiang Luoluo lowered his gaze, meekly clutching Pei Yu’s fingers like a dutiful little wife, only fueled his fantasies.

Even this act of refusal, when performed by Jiang Luoluo, only intensified the allure. His long, trembling lashes seemed to whisper an invitation—an invitation for Pei Yu to violate him.

His voice was soft and tender, the final syllable trembling slightly: “Pei Yu…”

Pei Yu hummed in response, his deep voice resonating in the cramped car, sending shivers down Jiang Luoluo’s spine.

Jiang Luoluo’s face flushed crimson as he lowered his head, gazing at the hands now visible in his line of sight. In a small voice, he murmured:

“I can do it myself…”

As soon as Jiang Luoluo finished speaking, his face flushed even deeper.

In this dimly lit, cramped space, his words sounded like he was undressing himself, deliberately trying to seduce Pei Yu.

Pei Yu withdrew his hand, his entire figure melting into the shadows of the car. His gaze, however, burned with undisguised intensity, fixed on the small figure before him.

Jiang Luoluo’s fingers twitched. He knew Pei Yu was watching him.

The feeling of being so intensely observed made his ears flush. He murmured softly, “Pei Yu, don’t look at me like that…”

Pei Yu’s throat went hoarse. He stared at Jiang Luoluo’s delicate face, which seemed to glow white in the dim light, and listened to his own heart pounding like a drum. He said, against his true feelings, “We’re both men. What’s wrong with looking?”

But he knew that wasn’t what he really thought.

In the past, he would never have felt such a desperate urge to see another man’s body. Even the thought of it would have disgusted him.

Yet now, he felt his eyes were completely out of control, impolitely, hungrily, and fixedly glued to Jiang Luoluo.

He almost wished his gaze could transform into a tangible, sharp sword, stripping away the thin clothes covering Jiang Luoluo’s body.

He stared at Jiang Luoluo like a dog eyeing a bone, completely unable to tear his eyes away.

Jiang Luoluo tilted his small face to glance at him, his voice soft and sweet, like honey melting on his tongue:

“But I’m not like you, Pei Yu…”

“You know I like boys…”

“So what?” Pei Yu’s heart pounded furiously, yet his voice remained steady, even devoid of emotion, as he retorted:

“I’m a straight guy. I’m not interested in you, and I wouldn’t do anything to you. What are you worried about?”

The thoughts raging in his mind screamed and churned.

That overwhelming desire threatened to consume his reason—

He desperately wanted to do something to Jiang Luoluo.

Something excessive, something that would make him cry.

Then he could watch Jiang Luoluo, eyes red-rimmed and tear-streaked, sobbing and trembling, forced to cling to him for comfort…

Then he continued, his soft, delicate voice calling out his own name in a coquettish tone.

Pei Yu’s fingers dug into his palm, motionless in the boundless darkness, his gaze slowly tracing every inch of the other man’s frail body.

In the darkness, the small figure shifted slightly.

Seemingly convinced by Pei Yu’s cold, harsh words, he turned his body slightly and resumed unbuttoning his shirt.

With swift movements, he stripped off the shirt and pulled Pei Yu’s suit jacket around himself, wrapping it tightly around his body.

Unseen by him, the man whose words should have matched his actions suddenly dilated his pupils, his gaze burning intently upon the figure.

He watched the thin shirt slide off the other man’s body, revealing his delicate shoulder blades and slender back. He watched the way his slender, supple waist curved into a breathtakingly alluring arc…

‘ Such a slender waist .’

Pei Yu silently opened his hand, mentally measuring the distance.

‘ He could easily span it with his grip .’