Chapter 135 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 33

Jingmo walked out of the room with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

In the dimly lit room, Shuang Yu sat on a high stool at the bar, one foot touching the floor, the other bent comfortably on the chair’s footrest.

He held a transparent glass in his hand, and a round ice sphere inside clinked softly against the rim as he swirled it.

The warm lighting added a hazy beauty to him, drawing people in and causing ripples to form in their hearts.

Hearing the sound, Shuang Yu turned his head.

When he saw Jingmo’s scantily clad state, he nearly choked to death on the liquor in his mouth.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Damn it, I have reason to believe he’s trying to seduce me!

Jingmo hadn’t dried his hair. His messy short hair dripped with water, and his body was still dotted with droplets from his shower that he hadn’t wiped away. The handsome muscles rose and fell with his breathing, as if deliberately tempting one to commit a crime, making it impossible to look away.

As he walked, the water droplets on his body slowly trickled down his well-proportioned, firm muscles, eventually seeping into the white bath towel.

“Yu, are you okay?”

Seeing Shuang Yu choke, Jingmo nervously jogged over.

Because of the large movement from his running, the loosely tied bath towel unexpectedly slipped off.

With a whoosh—

Shuang Yu felt like he was about to explode.

What on earth had this kid been eating these past few years?!

Jealousy, envy, hatred… he was tired of even saying it!

His heart thumped wildly. Shuang Yu fought the urge to cover his face, striving to maintain his adult composure!

“S-sorry… There was no bathrobe in the bathroom, and my clothes were dirty…”

Jingmo panicked like a clumsy big bear. His foolish appearance made one want to bully him!

“Your assets are quite impressive. Your future girlfriend will definitely be very happy.”

Shuang Yu raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing him with a nonchalant expression.

“Yu! Don’t make fun of me…”

Jingmo frantically wrapped the fallen towel around himself, the honey-toned skin on his body darkening a full shade.

“Silly boy, that’s a compliment, you know. Do you have any idea how many men are jealous and envious of you?”

Shuang Yu laughed heartily.

“Then, Yu… are you envious too?”

Jingmo came before him and leaned down slightly, his hands reaching over him to brace against the bar as he asked in a hoarse voice.

The distance between them became very close, so close that with every breath, they could smell the fresh scent of each other’s post-shower skin.

“Ahem, I have an extra bathrobe in my room. I’ll go get it for you!”

Shuang Yu coughed awkwardly, pushing his hands away and getting up to go into his room.

Behind him, Jingmo’s gaze followed like a shadow, a palpable weight on his back.

Soon, he came out of the room and handed over a white bathrobe.

The latter smiled gratefully and quickly turned his back to change.

Those powerful back muscles were just too sexy.

“Care for a drink together?”

Shuang Yu’s eyelids trembled slightly as he changed the subject. His brow was relaxed and lazy, and his rose-colored lips were glossed with a faint sheen of moisture, looking like a succulent peach tempting one to pluck it. He was utterly bewitching.

Jingmo’s gaze darkened. He swallowed imperceptibly and nodded obediently, sitting down beside him.

Shuang Yu fought to calm the frantic fluttering in his heart, not daring to look at that body that was perfectly sculpted to his tastes. He picked up a glass and poured him a shot of vodka.

Clink—

The glasses touched in mid-air, making a crisp sound.

He tilted his head back and drank the amber liquid.

Jingmo watched his sexy throat bob, feeling his own mouth go dry.

Tilting his head back, he drank the strong liquor as if to quench a desperate thirst.

The spicy liquid shot down his throat and spread in all directions, igniting a raging fire that could not be extinguished…

“Tsk, time spares no one. In the blink of an eye, you’re already old enough to drink with me. I’m getting old, so old…”

Shuang Yu lamented.

“Old? I think it’s just right. An older man has his own unique charm.”

Jingmo let out a flirtatious chuckle. He picked up the cigarettes from the table, took one out, and offered it over.

Shuang Yu naturally reached out to take it.

But the other man bypassed his hand and brought the cigarette directly to his lips.

The atmosphere… was a bit intimate.

Shuang Yu tried his best to ignore it, pretending to be casual as he parted his lips and took the cigarette.

An overly warm hand brushed past his trembling lips.

The heat felt like it would melt him, searing his heart until it went numb.

This kid… was he flirting with him?!

Shuang Yu was a little puzzled.

But Jingmo naturally lowered his hand without lingering for a second, as if he had no idea what flirting even was.

He took out another cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and looked at him with his bewitching, glazed eyes.

Shuang Yu hadn’t yet realized what he was about to do, wondering why the brat wasn’t lighting his cigarette for him.

The next second, Jingmo suddenly leaned towards him, the cigarette in his mouth touching the unlit tip of his own, like a kiss.

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

Shuang Yu felt as if his heart was about to explode.

Thirteen years ago, he had imitated the original host and done the exact same thing for Gu Qiyan.

But back then, he felt nothing unusual, only repulsion.

Yet now, with Jingmo doing it, he found it to be incredibly intimate and seductive.

Their eyes met, their gazes intertwined. Those clear, glazed eyes were radiant and alluring. The temperature in the air gradually grew hotter.

[There’s no such thing as love at first sight, it’s always been lust at first sight!]

Xiao Ai muttered again, its voice startling.

Shuang Yu suddenly stood up and said frantically, “I’ve been dealing with jet lag recently. I’m exhausted. I’m going to bed!”

Before Jingmo could react, he quickly threw the cigarette down and fled back to his room.

Bang—

He slammed the door shut and leaned his back against it, pressing a hand to his wildly beating heart in embarrassment.

Shuang Yu cursed under his breath, quickly got into bed, and lay there like a corpse with his hands clasped, beginning to chant the Ksitigarbha Sutra.

At the bar, Jingmo’s innocent and naive demeanor had vanished, replaced by a very faint smile playing on his lips.

“High Cloud isn’t a foreign country. Yu’s excuse about jet lag is a bit too far-fetched. How cute!”

He leisurely drank another glass of wine. He didn’t knock on Shuang Yu’s door, but instead slowly ambled back to his own room.

To prevent any problems, Shuang Yu was just about to get up and take a sleeping pill.

A knock sounded at the door.

Damn it!

Cursing under his breath, he covered his head with the blanket and ignored it.

Soon, the knocking stopped and didn’t start again.

Shuang Yu glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, got out of bed, and opened the door.

Jingmo was sitting in front of his door, hugging his knees.

Hearing the door open, he slowly looked up, his cheeks already soaked with hot tears.

“Yu… I had a nightmare. C-can you sleep with me? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you…”

Despite his massive frame, the trembling Jingmo at that moment looked just like a pitiful little puppy abandoned in a cold, rainy night.