When a Bossy CEO Meets Gary Stu - CH 55.2

Murong Jihua discreetly opens his music player to put on some surround sound 8D light romantic music, at a volume that helps sleep and definitely does not annoy anyone. With everything in place, after building up the mood, Murong Jihua puts his hand around He Jünle’s waist again.

He lowers his head slightly, burying it into the man’s neck, and asks with a muffled voice,

“You damned man, can you share your past with the shaoye?”

Good! That’s the spirit! That’s the mood! That’s the tone!

It is the wee hours already, and the night is long. Stars dot the window outside, their light casting through the layers of dark-coloured curtains, twinkling on the Simmons bed the size of a school court——

And on the edges of the hair and brows of He Jünle.

A gentle female voice is singing a soothing, slightly inexplicably melancholic tone, the musical notes squeezing through the vast amount of oxygen atoms in the air.

In such an environment…

The soft part of He Jünle’s strong, steadfast heart shall be uncovered. A diamond should roll down from the corner of his eye. Suddenly, he will feel like sharing——

——All of the above are part of Murong Jihua’s fantasies.

The truth is that He Jünle did turn his head around, but seemingly not for entrusting his past to this deeply emotional man right next to him——

“Murong, what were you saying? I couldn’t hear.”

Murong Jihua finally notices the bluetooth earphones He Jünle put into his ears some time ago.

Then the young man looks around with furrowed brows, asking, “what kind of music is this? Are you trying to coo us to sleep?”

“Also, put that leg down. It’s pushing on my gun.” (TL: Yes, that kind of ‘gun’)

He Jünle pinches the leg on his body a little.

“Hey, since we’re so free tonight, wanna play some games?

Xüeru was saying she wants us to play Ranked matches with her. Oh, and change that music. All the hmphs and ooo’s are way too sissy.”

“…”

That night, under the wild tunes of The Hottest Ethnic Trend, Murong Jihua spents a whole night playing vv-Dance Revolution with his good bros.

Not that he doesn’t have a temper. No really.

It’s just that he’s worried if he gets temperamental, no one will comfort him anyway.

They only fall deep asleep when it was almost dawn.

Murong Jihua felt like he had a dream, but maybe he didn’t.

He felt something fiery, hot as red iron was wrapped around him. He tried to push it away in his unconscious mind, but that suffocation wouldn’t go away.

Yet, when he wakes up the next day, there wasn’t anything.

He Jünle is still asleep right next to him.

“… Aren’t you a pretty good boy when you’re asleep,” says Murong Jihua, stretching himself. It looks like it’s about to be 11 in the morning. Butler Cui has probably been here once already.

Therefore, Murong Jihua tries to sneakily lean his head in to steal a kiss while He Jünle is sleeping.

——As expected, his mouth gets squeezed in.

He Jünle just woke up, but his eyes still seem unfocused, foggy.

Though Murong Jihua’s attention is focused elsewhere.

He asks, looking at the hair stuck to He Jünle’s sweaty forehead,

“Was it really hot last night? You’ve even kicked the blankets away.”

“… A little,” He Jünle exhales, then lets Murong Jihua’s mouth ago and slaps him on the shoulder, indicating for him to move away a bit.

“I just had a nightmare. Get up, I’ll go wash myself.”

“You have nightmares?” Murong Jihua chuckles and says, “I thought our boss He is afraid of nothing in this world. To think there was something that could even make you sweat a fountain.”

“…” He Jünle smiles but does not speak. He moves his long legs over, trying to vault over Murong Jihua, who grabs his legs in midair.

“Let go.”

“No.”

Murong Jihua makes a seductive wink, and suddenly starts madly flirting,

“You man acting like this——is making the shaoye unhappy. As punishment, this shaoye orders you to issue a demand other than letting go.”

“…” He Jünle suddenly chuckles and, looking down on Murong Jihua, he teasingly suggests,

“Sure, I wanna have some fun but I’m too lazy to go outside. What about an amusement park built right in the bedroom for me?”

“Very good! As expected of someone this shaoye approves. Different from all the boring pretty vases who would cringingly answer ‘I only need your genuine feelings.’”

“…”

Murong Jihua lets He Jünle go soon enough after some more teasing, before lying back down onto the bed, and starts playing with his terminal listening to the shower sounds in the background. He plans to delete that pure-love novel from last night that proved useless…

Mm?

Murong Jihua’s eyes fall onto [REDACTED] (Please fill in the blanks yourself)——Describing [REDACTED]

He scrolls up, and scrolls back down, but no matter what, this [REDACTED]…

Probably, perhaps, doesn’t exactly,

Refer to… [RE♂DACTED] … really.

This is the day that, Murong Jihua understood something that could be said to be bar trivia-worthy –

Pure love ≠ BL alone. GL is pure love too.

Pure love only implies homosexuality, which could be between a boy and a boy, and… (TL: I hope you appreciate me ‘lying’ to you with the definition of pure love earlier. It’s so that this punchline works here, hehe.

Put more simply, it means——

…

‘So basically, last night, I tried to flirt with a man with a yuri novel as my guide? No wonder I failed!”

‘Ding.’

Butler Cui has sent a message.

——[Shaoye, is Mr He by your side?]

——[No. What is it?]

——[If possible, can you come outside alone?]

——[…]

Murong Jihua bites his lips. His brows are creased.

——[Got it]

Murong Jihua gave He Jünle a heads-up before leaving the room, and he spies butler Cui rubbing his hands together at the end of the corridor while waiting for him. He quickly walks over and asks directly,

“What’s wrong?”

“Mm…” The butler seems troubled.

“This humble servant isn’t sure whether he should mention this either…”

“If this has nothing to do with He Jünle, then you don’t have to fucking say that ever again!”

“Yes, shaoye…”

Murong Jihua is already a little nervous. What is rising in tandem with his adrenaline is his temper.

This world is already messed up enough; don’t tell him that He Jünle has even more dog-blooded (TL: Read, melodramatic) setting about him!

Butler Cui explains, “… shaoye, do you remember that, back in the North District, Mr He suddenly fainted and you carried him over to the hospital?”

“Yeah, and?”

“This morning,” butler Cui gulps, before deciding to tell the truth directly, “when I was leading the maids headed by Sophia to provide a morning wake-up service… We saw that, Mr He, he,”

Murong Jihua’s heart is so tense it is threatening to squeeze up his throat.

“He, was boiling all over, with difficulty breathing and completely unconscious. He was completely clinging to you; it may have been him subconsciously trying to look for a source to cool down…

… Yes, it was exactly the same symptoms as how he had a fever and fainted the last time.”

So he wasn’t dreaming last night?!

“This humble servant made a call to your family physician without your permission, but strangely, Mr He’s fever subsided soon enough. Just in case, we have conducted a more thorough body check with him. And by extracting the… um… something belonging to you and him, we realised that he may, maybe, you see, he…”

Countless possibilities are flashing through Murong Jihua’s mind, and the most excruciating but unavoidable one may be some dog-blooded ethically questionable forceful love-hate kidnap plot——

“Don’t. Tell. Me. He. Fucking. Has. Some. Terminal. Illness. Ok?”

“Right,” butler Cui simply replies, “not really a terminal illness, but, Mr He has a very unique bodily condition. Our tests revealed——”

“That he is overly sensitive – allergic – to the surface layer of your skin.”

・

Hah?!

His, man, is allergic to, his skin?

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.

“… You must be kidding me?”

“No no no… I mean for real… And it is highly unpredictable when it strikes as well. Shaoye…”

“…”

“Please be reassured too that, shao-furen is not allergic to anywhere else on your body.”

“‘Reassured’? When this shaoye’s whole body is covered in an allergen of my man? How the bloody hell am I supposed to be ‘reassured’?”

“Uh…

Think of it this way, shaoye. You and shao-furen are normally clothed. As long as your clothes have long sleeves, you are certainly free to hug and embrace each oth——”

“What about kissing?”

“Do not worry! Under our professional examination——shao-furen is not allergic to the skin on your lips!”

[The conversation following has been redacted for [REDACTED] reasons]

[The conclusion is simply that, they do not have to worry much while making love]

[Happy New Year everyone, by the way]

Murong Jihua feels like committing suicide.

Perhaps too mired in anger, he is asking,

“You’ve tested that much already…? What actually was happening when we were asleep?”

Though… In some other sense.

… Perhaps?

When Murong Jihua has his facial expression well-adjusted and comes back from the corridor, He Jünle has finshed washing up. He is now rubbing his hair dry on the bed.

With Murong Jihua’s towel about his waist.

What kind of mad triple-kill is this?!

Murong Jihua is starting to regret having blabbered so long with butler Cui. If he came back a bit earlier, could he have run into——

[He Jünle exits the bathroom, shrouded in a mist of water. His nether regions are covered up by his boyfriend’s yellowish pink towel. His wet, dripping hair is stuck onto his pale skin. The smoking hot water droplets are sliding down, disappearing into the vague shadows under his waist]

——Or some such description?!

There are no ‘if’s, however. Water on He Jünle’s naked body? When even his hair is almost dry now? Ha.

“Where were you?”

He Jünle asks, looking up at him with his clear, calm eyes. His eyelashes are curled just right from Murong Jihua’s angle.

Really, he looks so damned handsome.

What supreme top material, very fitting for this humble person (TL: Written with the same characters for ‘bottoming’).

Just ever so slightly not as amazing as him.

Murong Jihua tries to produce a smile, asking, “what, you miss me?”

“No, no,” He Jünle smiles with his teeth out, saying, “what if the Princess is here to feel me up while you’re gone? I’d lose my virginity with tears in my eyes, you see.”

“You’ve learned to make a joke too, haven’t you…”

Murong Jihua slowly closes in on him——Until his hands are locking him down on both sides, pushing down two craters on the mattress.

He puts his mouth down, kissing He Jünle on his nape, and grinds it a bit. Before He Jünle blows up, he confesses,

“You were having a fever; you were allergic to my skin.”

“… Really?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“…”

“I can’t touch you anymore, so, I can only settle using my mouth instead.

This shaoye is just checking to see if his possession is still in a fever——Alright? Don’t move.”

“…

Only temporarily. I’ll borrow your words, and I am only temporarily your possession——While the deal holds…”

“I know.”

I know.

But soon enough, I’ll make you willing to be mine forever.

——My little sweetheart.