e several people standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall, precisely the ones He Changkong had mentioned.
In addition to them was Sunday, who was using both hands and mouth to explain something to these people.
He was gesturing and speaking with great enthusiasm, his face turning red and his ears heating up… Shen Yanming admired this shy kid who had been trying so hard to interact with several strangers for so long.

Seeing Shen Yanming and the others come out, Sunday blinked at Shen Yanming and then put on a pitiful expression.

Shen Yanming understood; it seemed Sunday hadn’t just casually mentioned telling Kong ge.
He had actually told him.


Meng Yan came out with them and distributed several copies of the recorded audio to the relevant personnel on-site.

He Changkong greeted the others, “My teammate was a little frightened.
I’ll take him back first.”

Silently, they returned to their room.
After entering, He Changkong first led Shen Yanming into the bathroom to wash his hands.
Warm water flowed over Shen Yanming’s wrists, and He Changkong gently touched the reddened skin, asking, “Does it hurt?”

Shen Yanming shook his head.

“Don’t worry.
I told them that Andrew misunderstood your sexual orientation and tried to harass you…” After rinsing for a while, He Changkong turned off the tap and lifted Shen Yanming’s hands slightly.
Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on his wrist.
After considering it for a moment, he felt his words might not have been appropriate, so he explained further, “I mean… I don’t think there’s anything wrong with our relationship that we can’t show to others.
It’s just that I don’t want us to be forced to come out in such a situation.
I also don’t want you to be the subject of gossip right now.”

Shen Yanming didn’t have much opinion on what He Changkong said.
He had other concerns.
Biting his lip, he hesitated for a moment before asking, “Ge, aren’t you angry?”

He Changkong’s expression grew even darker.
He took Shen Yanming’s hand and walked him over to a wall, pressing him against it, “How could I not be angry?… I’m already at the point of wanting to kill him.”

Shen Yanming was taken aback for a moment.
He wanted to say he wasn’t asking about that, blaming himself for not clarifying his question… But before he could speak, He Changkong continued, “But I want to hold the champion’s trophy with you.
I have to stay calm… Can you comfort me?”

Without waiting for Shen Yanming to reply, He Changkong sought comfort from him on his own.
His actions were even more forceful than usual; rather than kissing, it was more like a random, unmethodical biting.
Shen Yanming felt a bit of pain, yet even this slight pain brought forth a strange sense of pleasure he had never experienced before.

He Changkong was too fierce today, as though he wanted to devour him.

Shen Yanming couldn’t hear He Changkong’s thoughts, but if he could, he would have discovered that his instincts were indeed correct.
He Changkong did indeed think this way.

—He wanted to consume him, possess him, and hide him away.

This kiss lasted longer than any before, until Shen Yanming began to feel a bit short of breath.
He murmured a few unclear and indistinct moans, and only then did He Chongkong pull away from his lips.
But he still held him tightly.

This time, it was Shen Yanming who patted He Chongkong’s back, as if soothing a child.

He heard He Changkong say, “You are mine alone.”


Shen Yanming smiled, “Of course.”

He Changkong added, “I’m sorry.”

Shen Yanming felt somewhat puzzled, “What are you apologizing for?”

He Changkong said, “For not protecting you.”

“What’s that? I’m a true tough guy.
The word ‘protect’ is a bit too much… Of course, it was my lack of foresight tonight,” Shen Yanming tilted his head and kissed He Changkong’s jawline, feeling a bit guilty, “Actually, I wanted to ask you, are you not angry? I didn’t even tell you about being harassed by that idiot.
Sigh, I thought I could handle it on my own.”

“Not angry, there’s no reason for me to be angry with you,” He Changkong said, “I’m just really worried.
After the match, I couldn’t find you.
When I heard what Sunday said, I was so anxious that I almost went crazy…”

He Changkong had known that he liked Shen Yanming before, known that his emotions were easily stirred by Shen Yanming.
However, that was just a stir; he had never lost control of his emotions like this before, nor had he ever imagined he would lose control like this.

Shen Yanming whispered, “It’s my fault.”

He Changkong shook his head.
Actually, his thoughts were in disarray, but he tried his best to keep his words coherent, “No.
I wouldn’t ask you to tell me every little detail.
You have your own space, and that’s your freedom.
I respect everything about you.
But personally, I still hope you can rely on me voluntarily… Also, using the word ‘protect’ might have been a bit excessive just now, but what I mean is, I want to be someone you need.”

Shen Yanming, “qoq!”

Shen Yanming tried to kiss He Changkong again in this position, but just as their lips were about to touch, the room’s doorbell rang incessantly, disregarding their intimacy.

Shen Yanming let go, and He Changkong cleared his throat softly, “I’ll go answer the door.”

The door opened halfway, and before anyone could be seen, Meng Yan’s voice reached their ears, “How’s Luan jiang… doing, uh.”

Meng Yan’s gaze shifted past He Changkong and landed on Shen Yanming behind him.
Shen Yanming’s lips were slightly pursed, tinged with an unusual shade of red.

Meng Yan seemed a bit flustered, “…This, you guys, can’t possibly have just eaten some spicy hotpot, right?”

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