Hotels these days check everything very strictly. If two people check in together, both of their ID information must be registered.
Shen Fangyu immediately pulled out his phone, opened the hotel’s official website, and called customer service. After receiving a response, his face went pale.
All those dreams he’d been having about Jiang Xu for nearly half a week suddenly rushed back into his mind. He tugged at his hair, his thoughts a complete mess, tangled and muddy.
No wonder those dreams had felt so real. No wonder Jiang Xu had looked at him like he wanted to twist his head off back in the operating room.
It hadn’t been some random dream at all. It was because Jiang Xu that night had gotten so far under his skin that his considerate brain had simply hit replay for an entire week, letting him enjoy it to the fullest.
He even remembered how he had brazenly gone to check out Jiang Xu’s mole afterward… The memory made it hard to breathe.
The fact that Jiang Xu had allowed him to live this long was nothing short of a miracle.
Shen Fangyu blankly set down his phone. He felt as though his brain was like a motherboard roasted in an electric skillet, not just short-circuited, but on the verge of total failure.
He coughed twice and looked at Jiang Xu, trying to say something.
But before he could speak, Jiang Xu yanked him by the collar, his face cold as he demanded, “Ever since I woke up that day, I’ve wanted to ask you, what the hell possessed you to do something like this?”
“Damn it,” Shen Fangyu scratched his hair in vain. “I was that drunk. I thought I was dreaming!”
“And in a dream, you don’t wear protection?” Jiang Xu’s voice was icy, his tone like a strict teacher berating a student without mercy.
“Wait, Jiang Xu, who the hell remembers to wear a condom in a dream?” Shen Fangyu couldn’t help retorting. “What, did you take advanced training at the family planning bureau or something?” Then, twisting the knife, he added, “Who the hell would’ve thought you, a grown man, could get pregnant?!”
Jiang Xu was clearly enraged. “Condoms aren’t just for contraception; they also prevent the transmission of viruses. How the hell did you even pass your medical licensing exam?”
“You’re giving me a lecture at a time like this?” Shen Fangyu stared at him in disbelief.
Without another word, Jiang Xu threw another punch at his face. His lips were trembling with anger, his breathing heavy. Because of his pale skin, the faint redness at the corners of his eyes was visible.
Shen Fangyu’s eyelid twitched violently. A fragment of memory flashed in his mind, and suddenly, the furious Jiang Xu before him overlapped with the image of Jiang Xu gripping the bedsheets tightly, his furrowed brows and breathless gasps exactly the same.
In a split second, Shen Fangyu caught Jiang Xu’s fist midair. Against his better judgment, his gaze shifted down, landing right where Jiang Xu’s mole was.
Jiang Xu frowned and, following his line of sight, glanced down. His expression froze.
He abruptly released Shen Fangyu’s collar and stared at him with an incredulous look.
“Shen Fangyu, are you even human?”
Jiang Xu could never forget what he’d seen when he woke up that day: the kiss marks all over his body, especially around the red mole on his chest, where countless marks were scattered densely across his pale skin, shocking and impossible to ignore.
Each one of those dizzying marks wordlessly told of the kisser’s unrestrained desire, and without a doubt, the mole on his chest had been the most mercilessly “favored” target.
And Shen Fangyu still had the audacity to look at it.
With a loud “smack,” the thick stack of medical reports was slammed onto the floor. The white sheets scattered like snow, one landing right at Shen Fangyu’s feet.
Jiang Xu turned and sat back down at his desk without another glance.
Shen Fangyu stood frozen on the spot, instinctively looking at him.
From his angle, he could see Jiang Xu’s profile clearly. His eyelashes trembled slightly, his chest rising and falling in faint but noticeable movements, if Shen Fangyu didn’t know Jiang Xu wasn’t the type to cry, he might have believed he was on the verge of tears.
This version of Jiang Xu was unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that, for the first time, Shen Fangyu began to believe everything he’d said was true.
His cheek still burned from the punch, but his heart was pounding, as if two doses of adrenaline had just been injected into his veins, yet his feet felt ice-cold.
The office was deathly silent. The lights above felt blindingly harsh. The quiet stretched on endlessly.
Shen Fangyu leaned against the cold wall, pressing a hand to his face, trying to calm himself down.
“Get out,” Jiang Xu said flatly.
Shen Fangyu didn’t move. Jiang Xu didn’t speak again.
The two of them stood in silent standoff across the spotless office, one seething with anger, the other drowning in chaos.