Why is This Clingy Snow Leopard Acting So Innocent? - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Drunkard—Not the “M” from McDonald’s

The drunkard, whose hair was being yanked, looked at him with eyes full of deep resentment.

Su Wen: “…”

After a few seconds of silence, he suppressed the urge to slap him and asked, “Where did you get the alcohol?”

The two were at a stalemate. Su Wen was still gripping his hair, waiting to hear an explanation, when the drunkard’s expression suddenly shifted. Then, with a “hehe,” he let out a giggle.

Su Wen was baffled. His grip on the hair loosened. “What are you laughing at?”

Taking advantage of the slack, the drunkard collapsed forward, nuzzling his head into Su Wen’s neck.

His hair felt soft to the touch, but it was prickly against the skin, making Su Wen’s neck itch. He was a bit annoyed, but seeing him like this, his temper evaporated. He thought it would be better to deal with this when the guy sobered up.

Isn’t talking to a drunk person basically the same as talking to an idiot?

However, this guy wouldn’t stop nuzzling!

He lay sprawled over Su Wen, occasionally butting his head against him or rubbing his face against Su Wen’s, acting as if he wanted to glue their faces together.

Su Wen could tolerate all of this. Honestly, aside from the itching, it was quite cute—like a pampered cat.

Until a warm, wet sensation came from the side of his neck.

Su Wen’s eyes widened again. He yanked Yun Shu to the side, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at him. “Are you ever going to stop?!”

Yun Shu lay there, staring at him without blinking. Because of the alcohol, his entire face was flushed red, and he clearly wasn’t thinking straight. Faint tear tracks still lingered at the corners of his eyes; presumably, he had just been trying to “drown his sorrows,” only to find them quite buoyant.

Su Wen’s anger dissipated again. He couldn’t help but pat Yun Shu’s cheek, wanting to tease him. “Tell me…”

Yun Shu blinked. “Mhm,” he hummed softly—a sound produced by the vocal cords alone.

In a good mood, Su Wen grabbed a pillow and leaned beside him. “Tell me, who am I?”

Yun Shu opened his mouth but didn’t speak. He turned onto his side, his eyes full of Su Wen’s reflection. He reached out a finger, touched Su Wen’s face lightly, suddenly retracted it, and then touched him again—first the cheek, then the eyes, then the mouth.

His voice was deep. Likely because he wasn’t a drinker yet had consumed too much, his throat had gone hoarse. “Su… Wen…”

After saying it, he repeated it with certainty: “Su Wen.”

Su Wen was satisfied. At least he hadn’t mistaken him for someone else. Before he could think of the next question to tease him with, Yun Shu continued, “I like you…”

Su Wen froze. It took him a long while to react. He asked, not even noticing that his own voice had failed him: “Hmm? What did you say?”

“I like you.”

“Su Wen, I like you.”

As if addicted, he repeated it over and over. Then, his emotions suddenly surged. He lunged forward, pinning Su Wen beneath him.

“I like you.”

Su Wen stared at the dazed face above him. Everything else disappeared; he only felt his heart racing—faster than the day he kissed him, so fast he almost couldn’t feel the individual beats.

Just as he was about to respond, Yun Shu collapsed onto him, his head tucked beside Su Wen’s face. Su Wen could hear a faint sobbing in his throat.

He kept repeating: “I like you, Su Wen, I like you…”

Su Wen didn’t know what brought this on, but “truth comes out in wine.” Regardless of who he liked before, the Yun Shu of right now only liked him. He liked him so much that even while drunk, his mind was full of him, saying it over and over.

The two were very close. Hearing such blunt, romantic words whispered in his ear gave the moment an air of “intimate whispering.”

Su Wen was enveloped in a light, airy sense of pleasure. He turned his face and gently rubbed against Yun Shu’s cheek. “Who do you like?”

“Su Wen…”

“Su Wen…”

“Who is Su Wen?”

“You…” Yun Shu was muddled by the alcohol, but his mouth didn’t stop. “It’s you. I like you…”

Su Wen was content. He propped himself up with one arm, cupped Yun Shu’s chin, and lifted that drunken face. He pressed a reward-like kiss onto his lips and then patted his cheek gently.

“Baby, I like you too.”

In an ideal world, Yun Shu would be shy, they would confess to each other properly, and they’d be together without waiting for the Mountain God Festival. Or, Yun Shu would simply pass out, wake up the next day remembering nothing, and they’d try again later. Both were acceptable.

Unexpectedly, two lines of clear tears suddenly overflowed from Yun Shu’s eyes.

While Su Wen was still stunned, Yun Shu’s face became a mess of tears, and his voice took on a tone of grievance: “Liar.”

He nudged closer, burying his head in Su Wen’s neck, rubbing his tears onto Su Wen’s skin. “Liar… you really are a…”

“A big liar. All you know how to do is lie. Liar, liar, liar…”

Su Wen felt aggrieved too, having been branded with such a title for no reason. “What are you talking about, you drunkard? Who’s a liar?”

“You are, you are, you are, you are…”

“Liar, liar, liar, liar…”

“Big liar…”

Apparently, saying it wasn’t enough to vent his frustration.

The next second: “Hiss—” Su Wen sucked in a sharp breath. A piercing pain came from his collarbone.

He yanked Yun Shu’s hair again to pull him off, sat up, and touched the painful spot. There were two tiny indentations.

The culprit still looked pitifully aggrieved. Taking advantage of his intoxication to do whatever he pleased, he whimpered and moaned incessantly.

Su Wen was speechless. “You’re the one who bit me, why do you look so upset?”

“On your body… there are no marks of mine.”

Slap.

Su Wen gave him a light smack on the head. “That’s no reason to bite me.”

Something in Yun Shu’s brain seemed to snap into place. He sat up, yanked his shirt off in a few moves, and tossed it onto the floor, revealing solid muscle. He knelt on the bed and looked over.

Before Su Wen could figure out what kind of drunken plot was unfolding, Yun Shu crawled toward him inch by inch. By the time Su Wen reacted, he was pinned against the headboard.

Yun Shu boxed him in, arms propped on either side.

It looked like the start of something NSFW. Su Wen’s face felt waves of heat from the proximity of those pectoral muscles. Yun Shu still smelled faintly of alcohol, making Su Wen feel a bit tipsy by association.

In a daze, Yun Shu said, “Bite me.”

“Huh?” Su Wen looked up. “…?”

He was certain Yun Shu was trashed.

“Bite me. Anywhere is fine. Just bite me once. Bite me.”

Su Wen had never heard such a request in his life. He actually knew that in some hidden corner of the world, there were people with… strange preferences. People who gained pleasure from being whipped or bitten. What was that called? Su Wen thought seriously and reached a conclusion:

Yun Shu was an m.

Not the “M” from McDonald’s, but an m—a masochist.

Su Wen: “…”

But he really wasn’t an S (sadist).

This world was just too unfriendly to normal people. He just wanted to fall in love. This was the first person he had liked in all his surviving memories. He just wanted a normal relationship. Kisses, hugs… and if possible, a deep “exchange of ideas” on a beautiful, moonlit night. Even though they were two men, he didn’t mind exploring the origins of humanity together.

The world had truly changed.

He looked at Yun Shu’s serious face, which was struggling to stay upright despite the alcohol, and forced himself to be even more serious. “Yun Shu… I… actually… uh…”

Actually, I don’t have that fetish, but he was interrupted before he could say it.

“You’re not willing?” Yun Shu’s voice held more of a plea.

Su Wen was stunned. He reached up and pinched Yun Shu’s face. “Doesn’t it hurt when I bite you?”

Yun Shu let go of his propping hands and, as if losing all strength, buried his head in the crook of Su Wen’s neck. “It doesn’t hurt. Just bite me.”

He said, “Leave your mark on me. Bite me a few more times…”

“Don’t forget me again.”

His voice was very soft, as if speaking to a cloud, afraid he might blow it away.

Su Wen’s heart sank. He didn’t focus on the “don’t forget” part yet, but his mind precisely caught a key piece of information: “Who forgot you?”

Yun Shu suddenly hugged him tightly, as if trying to pull him into his own body.

“Su Wen… Su Wen… Ge, Ge, Ge,”

“How could you forget me?”

“Ge, Su Wen…”

“How could you forget me?”

“Am I not important to you?”

“Why?”

“Why why why why why…?”

“Am I not important to you?”

Su Wen was squeezed so tightly he could barely breathe. His mind was a chaotic mess. He didn’t know what Yun Shu was raving about. He didn’t know whom he had forgotten, nor who had forgotten Yun Shu.

He could only call his name over and over, trying to wake him up.

“Yun Shu.”

“Yun Shu!”

After calling for a long time without success, he tried the previous method of grabbing his hair to pull him away. But he failed. This guy’s head was buried deep in his neck, trying to bore into his body.

Su Wen let out a helpless sigh, relaxed his body, and let him hold on.

His ears were filled with Yun Shu’s voice, repeating the words in a low tone. The sobbing had stopped, replaced by sheer grievance. He asked incessantly, as if desperate for an answer:

“Why… why… why…”

“Why did you forget me…?”

“Didn’t you like me?”

“Why did you have to forget me?”

…

Su Wen remained silent. His confused mind didn’t clear up because of these accusations; instead, it became even murkier. As he thought deeper, his body couldn’t help but tremble—whether from the weight of the person on him or the fragments of blurred memory.

Memories where he could see nothing; amidst the void, there was only the faint image of a child standing before him, face full of joy, saying something he couldn’t hear.

That was the thing he had forgotten. The person. The blank space in his memory.