Chapter 8: The Rival Always Wants to Taste Him Again [8]

Chapter 8: The Sworn Enemy Always Wants to Taste Him Again "8"

Shi Mo, hearing his words, merely stood at the bathroom door, turned around to face him, leaned back slightly, tilted his head, and crossed his arms as he said:

"Ye Qi, why don't you just go shower at my place instead?"

The buttons of his shirt had already been undone, revealing a large expanse of skin as he moved.

The marks on the areas that hadn't been treated with ointment now came fully into Ye Qi's view.

Ye Qi swallowed hard, and his gaze darkened.

The thought that he might not be good enough vanished instantly.

Shi Mo, as if not noticing the desire in his eyes, let out a light chuckle and said:

"Perfect, then—my door code is my birthday. If you still remember it, you can go shower at my place instead of bothering me here."

He turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

As the sound of water started coming from the bathroom, Ye Qi reluctantly tore his gaze away, mulling over Shi Mo's words with a faint stir in his chest.

He thought that Shi Mo's casual invitation meant he didn't take him seriously at all.

Perhaps he assumed Ye Qi wouldn't remember his birthday, or maybe he thought Ye Qi would never actually go shower at his place.

But... why wouldn't he?

Ye Qi lowered his gaze, his lashes casting shadows that hid the darkness in his eyes.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then left with the signed contract and a head full of wild, unspeakable thoughts.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Shi Mo tossed aside the clothes that Lin Ran had touched in utter disdain. 447 asked, confused:

[Xiao Momo, why did you tell him your door password? He already had those things prepared—now that you've told him, what if he goes to your place to pull something...]

"Xiao Qi, I told him that and deliberately gave him enough time just so he would do something bad."

Shi Mo said with a grin, which only made 447 more confused.

But Shi Mo clearly didn't intend to explain much more, simply poking his fluffy stomach:

"Alright, forget him—how's Lin Ran doing?"

Hearing this, 447 stopped dwelling on Ye Qi and replied: [After you two left, Lin Ran also left.]

[He's gone to the Lin family company now, planning to target the recent joint projects between the Lin and Ye families.]

447 paused, then added, getting more excited: [Oh, Xiao Momo!]

[I just detected that when Ye Qi slapped Lin Ran, a bit of the protagonist's fortune came back!]

Shi Mo paused mid-motion, a flicker of interest in his eyes: "Oh?"

"So that's another way to get back luck?"

447 thought for a moment: [I guess a literal slap counts as a face-slap too. The luck that came back is small, but it's better than nothing.]

Shi Mo nodded thoughtfully: "I see... that could work too..."

[Xiao Momo, that guy Ye Qi actually went to your place! He—he—he even lay down on your bed!]

Not long after, 447 was freaking out again, his tone full of shock and confusion at what he was seeing,

[I mean, even if it's because Lin Ran, that False Protagonist, stole his luck and his character fell apart, it shouldn't fall apart this completely.]

[How is he any different from a creepy stalker now?]

[No way, Xiao Momo, you should find somewhere else to stay. He's already bold enough to go to your place and sleep in your bed.]

447 grew anxious: [What if one night, while you're asleep, he climbs into your bed?]

Shi Mo thought of the dreams he had crafted for Ye Qi, one after another.

Hearing 447's words, he just leaned back, fully relaxed, and said with a soft smile,

"If he really has the guts to climb into my bed at night, I wouldn't mind at all."

447: [Wow... okay...]

447: [He just bought the apartment above you.]

447: [He also bought the apartment below you.]

447: [Xiao Momo, he's such a creep—he installed a tiny hidden camera in your bedroom.]

Shi Mo: "Hmm, only the bedroom? Not the bathroom?"

447: [No, only the bedroom.]

Shi Mo sighed: "Fine."

447: [???]

Was it just him, or did Shi Mo actually sound disappointed?

447 felt quite conflicted.

He couldn't figure out how Ye Qi, a proper protagonist, had ended up like this, and in the end, he could only quietly blame Lin Ran for it.

After all, if Lin Ran hadn't drugged Ye Qi to embarrass him, Ye Qi wouldn't have ended up in bed with Shi Mo, and now he wouldn't be acting like a pervert toward him!

Shi Mo had no idea what 447 was thinking; he just tidied up a bit and headed home.

When he got back, Ye Qi had already cleaned up every trace of himself—if not for 447, there'd be no way to tell anyone had been there.

Shi Mo went back to his bedroom, casually glancing at the spot where the camera was hidden, and sighed to himself.

What a shame—he'd been cultivating this meal for three years, and in the end, it still didn't have enough nerve.

But that was fine; delicious prey always demanded the hunter's full patience.

Over the next day, Lin Ran didn't come looking for him again, and Shi Mo didn't reply to his messages.

He didn't go out either. Once home, he stripped off his pants and shirt in front of the camera, leaving only a loose red T-shirt, then lay on the bed playing games.

Ye Qi had just finished his work and had some free time, so he immediately opened the camera feed.

He hadn't expected Shi Mo to be home at this hour anyway—he just wanted to take a look at his room.

But who would have guessed that the moment he pulled up the camera feed, his eyes landed directly on those long, fair legs, bare feet, and the marks on his ankles like someone had grabbed them hard.

Shi Mo's calves were smooth and bare, but further up, the telltale marks of intimacy on his thighs—all of them his doing.

The dark red T-shirt barely covered his upper thighs, and the wide collar had slipped, baring his collarbone and one rounded shoulder.

Ye Qi's breath quickened. The person lying on the bed had no idea he was being watched by someone else at this very moment.

He was casually playing a game on his tablet with one hand, while holding a bag of milk with the other, straw in his mouth.

Seeing this, Ye Qi, as if possessed, zoomed in on the surveillance feed.

He could clearly see the slight upward curve of Shi Mo's lips, the white milk stain on his lips, and the subtle bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed.

Ye Qi felt his breath catch for a moment—this scene was getting to him big time!

And just then, Shi Mo stopped drinking, his thin lips parting just enough to show a hint of soft pink tongue, which licked the bit of white off his lips...

Ye Qi's pupils constricted sharply, and it felt like a taut string in his mind snapped all at once!

A surge of heat rushed through him, and his nose started to itch. Instinctively, he reached up to touch it.

Then he stared blankly at the blood on his hand, not registering what had happened for a second.

When he snapped back to reality, Ye Qi's face flushed crimson. He quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the blood.

After cleaning up, he replayed that scene again and screen-recorded it to save.

But the consequence of that was watching it once more—and the blood he'd barely managed to stop started flowing again...