Found Him! My 'Glass-Hearted' Ex is a Pop-Up Star - Chapter 22

The room was dark, and the night was dim. The only source of light came from the sporadic streetlamps outside the window, casting long, hazy shadows across the floor.

Ying Ruo lowered his head. His face and the corners of his eyes were flushed a deep red as he stared intently at that specific spot.

Heaven knows what he was thinking, but he actually reached out his hand as if to touch it. Duan Zhuyan grabbed the small hand before it could reach him, stopping him in his tracks.

The man pressed his lips together. His well-defined abdominal muscles rose and fell with his breathing, his veins bulged prominently, and his jawline was tight. He let out a harsh, ragged breath and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Is it like this because of me?” Ying Ruo’s long eyelashes trembled. He was so drunk that he had become incredibly bold, and he started talking nonsense. “Then should I help you?”

Duan Zhuyan was speechless. He felt as though he might faint from sheer exasperation.

Ying Ruo suddenly felt the grip on his wrist tighten. It was a bit painful. He looked up and met Duan Zhuyan’s dark, heavy gaze.

“How would you help?” In the darkness, the man’s gaze was scorching and thick. It felt like a long tongue licking every inch of his skin, wet and scalding. “Are you going to let me do it?”

Ying Ruo was shocked. The scare seemed to sober him up slightly. The blush instantly spread down to his neck, and his watery eyes widened. He shook his head like a rattle and said in a tiny voice, “Oh, that might not be a good idea. Would that not be a bit too explicit?”

He did not forget to suggest an alternative. “Perhaps I could help you by touching it through your pants?”

Duan Zhuyan remained silent for a long time. He felt like he was going to cough up blood.

Ying Ruo’s brain was a mess of fog. He did not even know what kind of nonsense he was spouting. He only felt his face getting hotter and hotter. The more he spoke, the more mistakes he made. Why did it feel like Duan Zhuyan’s member had grown even larger? Was it because he had Western features? The size seemed bigger than that of a typical Asian man. It was certainly much bigger than his own. Although he had not seen its actual form, he could tell from the shape through the pants that it was extraordinary.

Wait. Logically speaking, had he not seen the real thing before?

Before Ying Ruo could finish his thought, a sudden pull sent him leaning forward. His heart stopped for a few seconds. Duan Zhuyan’s face was now extremely close to his own. It took a long time for Ying Ruo’s brain to process the impact of seeing that handsome face so near. He smelled the faint scent of wood mixed with the smell of alcohol and the humid mist in the air, making the man’s pheromones feel powerful and intense.

It was accompanied by masculine desire.

Duan Zhuyan’s eyes darkened. His gaze fell quietly on Ying Ruo’s slightly parted lips. His breath was warm and heavy, and the heat almost completely enveloped Ying Ruo. He moved even closer, almost pressing against Ying Ruo’s lips, neither advancing nor retreating. His Adam’s apple rolled, and his deep voice carried a suppressed, hoarse, and burning quality as it slowly wrapped around Ying Ruo. “What are you acting so proud of?”

Ying Ruo was frightened by the predatory tone. He stood there frozen, his eyes wide and unblinking. His arms were held, and a large hand was wrapped around his waist. His sense of touch had become sensitive after drinking. Ying Ruo felt a hand pressing against the small of his back, which made him feel uneasy. Yet, his body involuntarily softened. He was easily controlled by the man’s single hand, and his chest pushed forward slightly.

The darkness deep within Duan Zhuyan’s eyes swirled more intensely. He stared straight at the young man’s lips and that slightly terrified look in his eyes. The labium vestibulare had been bitten red by Ying Ruo himself, and now they were parted helplessly, revealing his soft, moist tongue.

Duan Zhuyan could not help but move forward. Their noses nearly touched, and their breaths mingled ambiguously. As if bewitched, he tilted his head up, wanting to kiss and lick those wet lips and tongue.

Then, his mouth was covered.

“Wait, wait a moment.” Ying Ruo was a bit startled. His face and neck were incredibly red, and his wet eyelashes trembled in shock. His small hand covered Duan Zhuyan’s lips, and his words were a bit stuttered. “It is not right to kiss the mouth of a person who is drunk.”

Duan Zhuyan was frustrated. He pulled the hand away. His voice was hoarse and rough, filled with the ragged breathing of desire. He growled, “So you know you are drunk?” He could not help but lose his composure. “You just said you would help me with your hand, but now you refuse a kiss. Do you think that is logical?”

“That is true,” Ying Ruo said, his voice growing softer. His clean little face was flushed. He said timidly, “Is it too late for me to take it all back?”

Duan Zhuyan said nothing.

“You are right. I am drunk and said the wrong thing. After all, I am your ex-boyfriend.”

Duan Zhuyan remained silent.

“And I thought about it carefully. This kind of thing seems a bit too taboo and stimulating. I would be shy.”

Duan Zhuyan was going to die of anger. How could his drinking habits be so terrible? Although, Duan Zhuyan’s own were not much better. Seeing Duan Zhuyan’s face grow darker, Ying Ruo used his liquid courage to tilt his head and look at him. “Are you angry?”

Duan Zhuyan turned his head away. He felt as if a fire were burning in his lower abdomen. He could not deal with him and said with hostility, “Move.”

Seeing him like this, the drunken Ying Ruo leaned in closer. “You.”

Duan Zhuyan became even more annoyed. His rough hand pinched the small face that was leaning in, squeezing the soft, warm cheeks until they were slightly flattened and the red lips parted. His eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, carrying a terrifying intensity. “If you say one more word, you can choose between being knocked out or being finished until you faint.”

Ying Ruo was terrified. It was too scary.

Duan Zhuyan truly wanted to have him, but Ying Ruo was drunk, had amnesia, and had broken up with him. Not a single condition was right. It was so annoying. If he had known Ying Ruo would offer to help him back then, he would have let him. Why was he acting like a gentleman now?

Duan Zhuyan’s throat was dry. He stood up and said with great displeasure, “Where is the water?”

Ying Ruo sat on the bed and tried to answer him. “I think there is some in the fridge, or I can boil a pot for you.”

“No need.” Duan Zhuyan was so angry he did not want to talk. He opened the fridge, saw a glass bottle, took it out, unscrewed the cap, and took a gulp.

In the next second, a liquid like liquid fire flowed straight down his throat. Duan Zhuyan suddenly began to cough violently. He slammed the glass bottle onto the counter with a heavy thud. He leaned against the stove, losing his balance. When he opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot. Within seconds, Duan Zhuyan could not hold himself up. He lowered his head and clutched his forehead in pain.

Ying Ruo cried out, “What is wrong with you?”

“Ying Ruo,” Duan Zhuyan said, his head splitting with pain. He sat on the floor against the stove and growled through gritted teeth, “Are you trying to murder me?”

“What? What?” Ying Ruo was confused. He hurriedly stumbled off the bed. Immediately, he smelled a strong scent of alcohol. Ying Ruo looked up at the glass bottle on the counter, which had no label. “Oh, that. That was a housewarming gift from my Russian neighbor. Was it actually alcohol?”

Duan Zhuyan was speechless. It was a very high-proof spirit. Duan Zhuyan could not handle his alcohol. He felt like he was being punished by fate for everything going wrong at once.

“Ambulance! Ambulance!” Ying Ruo shouted as he saw the tall man sitting on the floor of his cramped studio, unable to even straighten his legs and looking as if he were dying. “But are British ambulances not very expensive? I am afraid I cannot afford one.”

Duan Zhuyan had no words.

Ying Ruo was still drunk himself. He did not even know where he was pressing his hands. He kept rubbing Duan Zhuyan’s pectoral muscles, thinking he was performing CPR. “Help! Are you going to die? Hang in there, Duan Zhuyan!”

Suddenly, a large hand cupped the back of his head. He was pulled down. Ying Ruo’s entire face was pressed firmly against the man’s sturdy chest.

“Shut up,” Duan Zhuyan commanded.

His voice was the deep, mature tone of a man, mixed with the scent of alcohol. It carried an undeniable sense of authority. Duan Zhuyan’s large hand ran through Ying Ruo’s hair, cupping the back of his head and gently rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, playing with the fine strands of hair. He frowned, his head throbbing. His voice mingled with the night as he breathed heavily. He was not in a good state. “Would it kill you to say a few fewer words with that mouth of yours?”

With his face pressed against him, Ying Ruo could feel a heart thumping through the clothes. It was fast. He did not know whose it was. “Are you still alive?”

Duan Zhuyan asked, “Why? Do you want me to die?”

Ying Ruo shook his head hurriedly. He lay on Duan Zhuyan, almost locked in place and unable to move. The smell of alcohol seemed to emanate from the man. Beneath his eyelashes, his vision was blurred. The man still carried that warm, dry, woody scent. The heartbeat was steady. Duan Zhuyan’s shoulders were much wider than his own. He was encircled by the man’s arms, and the surroundings felt even quieter. His nose was filled with the scent of alcohol and pheromones.

The night was still. The light from outside cast long shadows that crossed and disappeared, rising and falling like the tide.

However, something was happening. Why did it feel like Duan Zhuyan was getting even harder? It was uncomfortable. The two of them remained in that position for an unknown amount of time. Ying Ruo was already drunk, and now he felt as if he were being smothered by the large chest muscles. He could not help but look up. He saw the man holding him had his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Ying Ruo reached out to check his breathing. Although he did not actually touch him, Ying Ruo immediately felt the heavy, scorching breath and saw the veins in his neck and his Adam’s apple rising and falling. Ying Ruo’s gaze lingered. Realizing something was wrong, he abruptly looked away.

But he was too late. He was once again met with that burning breath.

Duan Zhuyan did not open his eyes, yet he seemed to wake up suddenly. He grabbed Ying Ruo’s soft forearm and began to lick upward from the bottom.

Ying Ruo was startled.

The man extended his tongue, licking from the wrist bone to the palm, then to the base of the fingers, kissing and licking amidst the soft skin. Ying Ruo’s fingertips trembled and were wet. He stared with wide eyes in disbelief but lacked the strength to pull back. “What are you doing?”

Duan Zhuyan finally looked at him slowly. His eyes were dark in the shadows, becoming clearer as they adjusted to the darkness. They were filled with intoxication and desire. His jaw muscles clenched firmly, and his gaze was like that of someone savoring recently captured prey.

“Licking you,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ying Ruo was confused. “Licking me?” His face turned completely red. He felt ashamed and restless as he was repeatedly enveloped by the moist, hot mouth. He felt helpless and aggrieved as he said weakly, “No, you are not allowed to lick.”

It was too hot.

Duan Zhuyan’s licking was incredibly erotic. He licked downward along the side, the scorching heat almost melting Ying Ruo. The earring, illuminated by the light, was particularly eye-catching, seemingly overlapping repeatedly with countless fragments in his mind.

“Why am I not allowed?” Duan Zhuyan licked his lips. He was no longer sober, and his aggressiveness grew stronger. His eyes were filled with predatory intent. “Did you not say you would help me with your hand too?”

Ying Ruo’s head hummed, and his small face was in disarray. He flushed deeply and stammered, “Well, you also said I was not allowed!”

Duan Zhuyan stopped suddenly. With an almost imperceptible blush on his face, he grabbed Ying Ruo’s waist, lifted him up to sit on his lap, and asked inexplicably, “Well, I want to now. Will you give it to me?”

Ying Ruo was stunned.

“See, you will not give it to me again.” The drunken Duan Zhuyan was completely unreasonable. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he hugged Ying Ruo and began to nuzzle his neck. “You are always like this. You play with me like I am a dog.”

The slight heat of his body temperature came through the fabric. Encircled by broad shoulders, Ying Ruo was held in his arms, his clothes becoming wrinkled from the kissing. Heavens, what was this? Ying Ruo’s memories were in a mess. To be honest, he truly felt like a big dog was lying on him and licking him constantly.

“Duan, Duan Zhuyan,” Ying Ruo pushed him, “Behave yourself.”

He did not know what about that sentence had provoked him. Duan Zhuyan took a bite of Ying Ruo’s shoulder and said very unhappily, “I am not behaving?”

“Where am I not behaving? Heck, you tell me when I have ever not behaved?”

Ying Ruo had no words. In what world did he think he was behaving?

The intoxication rose again. The man’s hot breath baked him, completely unreasonable and even more demanding, all while claiming he was behaving. Ying Ruo’s eyes were shimmering, and his expression carried a hint of dissipation. He was completely unable to concentrate, and he bit his moist lips even tighter.

He was so sleepy. He felt like he could not keep his eyes open.

Duan Zhuyan kissed his neck, leaned forward to lick his earlobe, and then approached his lips. But Ying Ruo covered his mouth with his hand. Duan Zhuyan’s eyes darkened. He lowered his head to rub against the back of Ying Ruo’s hand, pressing against it as he asked, “Still not allowed?”

Ying Ruo nodded. His eyes were misty as he looked into Duan Zhuyan’s eyes. When had he seen this look before? It was a look full of grievance and earnestness, where he could see his own reflection clearly.

“You are so annoying.” Duan Zhuyan was a bit unhappy. He looked at him gloomily with a slumped head and held him in his arms dissatisfied. However, he truly did stay still and behaved.

The atmosphere became quiet once again. The blue night seeped in, returning to a calm state. The signs were so faint, ready to melt into the surrounding blackness at any moment.

Ying Ruo felt dizzy. Perhaps because they were both drunk, the man’s body temperature was hot, making this embrace feel exceptionally comfortable. He could not think of anything now. His heart felt a bit uncomfortable too, thumping against his chest.

Duan Zhuyan was holding back with some difficulty. He buried his head in the crook of Ying Ruo’s neck, sniffing his scent, feeling his teeth itch. But the person in his arms was no longer moving.

“Hey.” Duan Zhuyan patted Ying Ruo’s face. The youth’s eyes were closed, and he was slumped softly on his shoulder. His long eyelashes rested before his eyes, and his small face was flushed.

This guy had actually fallen asleep.

Duan Zhuyan frowned gloomily, the blush on his ears hidden in the darkness of the night. He paused for two seconds, moved his hand down a bit to lift Ying Ruo’s chin, and used his thumb to gently wipe away the moisture on his lips. Ying Ruo’s lips were very soft, slightly parted in his unconscious state. His tongue was pink and small, as were his lips. With a little bit of pressure, they would change shape, revealing neat teeth.

Duan Zhuyan’s eyes were very dark and slightly out of focus. As the alcohol took effect, he felt miserable as well. To prove that he was behaving, Duan Zhuyan stopped looking at him. Using the last bit of his consciousness, he carried him to the bed. After taking care of things himself while facing the sleeping person, he lay down beside him and passed out.

The next day.

When Duan Zhuyan woke up, he felt that the surroundings smelled sweet—the scent of clean citrus laundry detergent. He opened his eyes, sat up, and found himself in Ying Ruo’s studio. It appeared to be noon. It was a rare sunny day with a clear blue sky. The sun was shining brightly, making the place look quite warm.

In the broad daylight, this “coffin box” looked quite cozy. The desk was covered with Ying Ruo’s things. Duan Zhuyan stretched his neck and saw a sticky note on the wall.

I have to leave early for a presentation. If you wake up, could you send me a message?

PS: I saw your clothes seemed dirty. I placed my pajamas next to you. If you do not mind, you can wear them for now. QAQ

Duan Zhuyan looked at the sticky note. Did he sleep with Ying Ruo last night? (In the literal sense of sleeping in the same bed.)

Duan Zhuyan had a splitting headache. Those two gulps of alcohol yesterday had knocked him out. He looked down at his clothes; they smelled like alcohol, making him want to vomit. Ying Ruo’s pajamas, however, smelled sweet. But the size was too small; Duan Zhuyan could not fasten the buttons.

Duan Zhuyan took off his top, picked up Ying Ruo’s clothes, and took a deep sniff. Just then, the door opened. Ying Ruo walked in with his backpack.

“Great! You are finally awake.” The hair on his forehead was a bit messy from the wind. Seeing Duan Zhuyan awake, he did not care if he was sniffing his pajamas or if he was shirtless; he hurried over. “I saw that you had not messaged me, so I thought you had left on your own.”

Ying Ruo looked at the person sitting on the bed and quickly and devoutly presented the expensive Big Plate Chicken noodles he had bought. He almost knelt. “I am sorry, I am sorry! This is the lunch I bought for you—the most famous Big Plate Chicken noodles near the school. I specifically bought it to apologize.”

“I am really sorry. I had never drunk alcohol before and thought it was a beverage. I accidentally drank too much and caused you trouble, right?” He rubbed his cheek awkwardly, his watery eyes looking timidly at Duan Zhuyan. He said cautiously, “I saw the bottle of alcohol on the table was more than half empty. Did you drink it? Are you okay?”

Duan Zhuyan rested his arms on his thighs, leaning forward slightly with an expressionless face. His deep brow bones blocked the light, casting heavy shadows in his eye sockets, making his already dark eyes appear even deeper. His features looked sharper and more prominent as he lifted his eyelids and looked at Ying Ruo nonchalantly. He did not speak, making the atmosphere quite tense.

Ying Ruo could not help but swallow his saliva.

Finally, after a moment, the man sat up straight, revealing his bare upper body, and asked an irrelevant question. “Is my body good?”

Ying Ruo was confused. “What?”

The man’s shoulders were broad, and his muscles were clearly the result of hard training. The lines were smooth and enticing. The veins on his lower abdomen were thick and straight, and his pants hung loosely on his hips.

“Oh.” Ying Ruo could not help but blush. He slowly looked away and said in a small voice, “Of course it is good.”

“What about my face?” Duan Zhuyan pointed at his face. “Am I handsome?”

“…” Ying Ruo did not understand, but he still answered obediently, “You are also handsome.”

“In that case,” Duan Zhuyan furrowed his brows slightly, his clear black pupils staring intently at the person in front of him, “Why will you not kiss me?”

Ying Ruo: 0.0?

The air was quiet. The two of them stared at each other in silence for a long time. The tiny room had almost no space to move, and with no one speaking, it was truly quite eerie.

After another long moment, Ying Ruo knit his brows in distress. He reached out to touch Duan Zhuyan’s forehead, then felt his own, and said worriedly, “Are you running a fever?”

Duan Zhuyan was speechless.

“It does not feel hot,” Ying Ruo said. He spread his five fingers in front of him. “Are you still drunk? Look at this. How many fingers are here?”

Duan Zhuyan finally realized something was wrong. He was still thinking about why Ying Ruo was apologizing to him when he was the one who had crossed the line. Now he understood.

Duan Zhuyan’s eyes darkened. He frowned and clicked his tongue, an inexplicable anger rising in his heart. He unhappily grabbed the five pink fingers in front of him, pulled them forward, and said fiercely:

“You do not remember again?”