The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 43

Shen Yanzhou grabbed Shen Xici’s arm with lightning speed, and the two quickly crouched down, shrinking into the dead angle between the floor-to-ceiling curtains and the sofa.

The room was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. He felt his way to the back of Shen Xici’s neck and pressed him tightly against his chest. His other hand had already silently drawn his gun, the cold barrel pressed against the outside of his thigh.

Shen Xici’s breathing went haywire. He could feel his brother’s heartbeat, steady and strong, and it instantly transported him back many years ago, when his brother’s parents had taken him out of the welfare home. His brother had stood at the welfare home entrance, tiny as he was, hugging him who was equally tiny.

Thinking of this, Shen Xici felt like there was a little claw scratching at his throat, dry and scratchy. But Shen Yanzhou thought he was about to yawn uncontrollably, so he covered his mouth.

Shen Xici’s eyes were wide open in the darkness. Through the gaps between his brother’s fingers, he gazed at his brother’s stern profile, his high nose bridge, his tightly pressed lips. That face was so close to him, so close he could smell the faint scent of white roses on the side of his brother’s neck.

When did it start? When did this scent start appearing on his brother’s body?

This scent made his heart beat wildly.

He really wanted to lightly lick his brother’s palm.

If he licked it now, would his brother think he was just nervous? Or would his heart also go “thump thump” just like his?

“Hold it in, don’t cough it out!” Shen Yanzhou whispered, casually pressing the corner of his lips.

Shen Xici’s ears burned bright red. He had really almost stuck out his tongue.

Right at that moment, the suite door was violently kicked open.

Two heavy footsteps barged right in, carrying strong Alpha pheromones. Flashlight beams sliced through the darkness, wildly sweeping across the walls, sofa, and liquor cabinet.

“Seems like no one’s here,” one said in English.

“The boss said to check every room carefully,” the other replied, also in English.

The beams of light drew closer, and the footsteps grew nearer and nearer.

Shen Yanzhou’s gun was already cocked. He held his breath, and just as he was about to strike first, someone reacted even faster than him. Immediately, two figures accompanied by cries of alarm were thrown to the ground.

The newcomer was clearly not an accomplice of Fu Sihan and Arthur, nor was it someone Shen Yanzhou had sent. It was probably the third party the bodyguard captain had mentioned over the phone.

Friend or foe, he didn’t know. Perhaps Death had simply swapped for a sharper scythe.

‘Damn it,’ he cursed inwardly.

The first two had at least searched for a while. This person had just finished off the small fry with his front foot, and with his back foot he headed straight toward Shen Yanzhou and Shen Xici’s direction.

He approached step by step.

One meter… fifty centimeters… thirty centimeters…

Shen Yanzhou suddenly rose, pressing the muzzle of his gun instantly against the man’s waist, coldly saying: “Whoever you are, let us go.”

The man said nothing.

He extremely quickly pulled out a black mask almost identical to his own, putting it on for Shen Yanzhou, and smoothly tucked all his silver hair inside, leaving only a pair of silver eyes blinking in the darkness.

The fingers originally tight on the trigger loosened their grip, and the muzzle drooped down accordingly.

Because on this dangerous man, he smelled the cedar scent he knew all too well.

He had many questions he wanted to ask him—

Why are you here?

How did you find me?

Just now when the lower deck was hijacked, were you that so-called third party, here to snatch that batch of “Icarus”?

Who… exactly are you?

He had too many questions he wanted to demand answers for, yet he asked none of them.

Because the man before him took his hand, and without a word pulled him outward, walking extremely fast, seeming a bit angry?

“I can’t leave Shen Xici there alone,” Shen Yanzhou looked at him, whispering.

“Someone will get him out, he won’t die.”

He didn’t know if it was because of wearing the mask. When mentioning Shen Xici, his voice was even more muffled than usual, as if even angrier than before.

The man gripped his hand tightly, pulling him rapidly along the base of the wall toward the direction of the fire escape.

The cruise ship’s interior passages were long and narrow and dim. From afar came continuous chaotic footsteps, walkie-talkie static, angry English shouting, and the panicked cries of cruise passengers. The entire ship had completely devolved into chaos.

The man shielded Shen Yanzhou tightly behind him. Every time they turned a corner, he would first probe out half a step, using his body to block all possible lines of fire for him. His strikes were ruthless and merciless, completely different from his usual appearance wearing an apron and clumsily chopping vegetables.

Shen Yanzhou was dragged forward by him, his silver eyes narrowing slightly beneath the mask.

…What an actor.

Thirty Million’s heart ached terribly.

Just now in the suite, he had witnessed with his own eyes Shen Yanzhou shielding Shen Xici against his chest, looking utterly bursting with protectiveness. And Shen Xici’s face had been pressed against Shen Yanzhou’s neck hollow, his breath spraying on his skin, pressed so close, so intimate.

Shen Xici, under the name of younger brother, had received almost all of Shen Yanzhou’s special favor, while he had to rely on a monetary relationship like Thirty Million to beg for a few more glances from him, racking his brains to seek his attention.

The thought of beating Shen Xici half to death burned ever more fiercely in his heart. He imagined every bodyguard blocking their path as Shen Xici’s face, and so his strikes became even more ruthless than usual.

The man panted heavily, turning to look at Shen Yanzhou whom he was shielding behind him. His voice squeezed out muffled from within the mask: “Go.”

The man dragged him, continuing to shuttle through the cruise ship’s complex belly cabins.

Shen Yanzhou was firmly held by him, almost not needing to discern the direction himself. Whenever some reckless killer sprang out from a blind spot, before Shen Yanzhou could even raise his gun, the man in front of him had already directly taken the person down.

But Shen Yanzhou stared at the man’s broad, straining back, his brows beneath the mask furrowing tighter and tighter.

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

As the two continued pushing deeper into the cabins, Shen Yanzhou felt the large palm gripping his wrist, its temperature rising at a terrifying speed.

Too hot.

This wasn’t the body temperature a person should have after intense exercise. The man’s palm was burning hot like it was about to catch fire.

Moreover, the originally faint cedar scent on his body grew increasingly dense. This dense scent, as they walked into an ordinary suite in the ship’s cabin, reached a nearly viscous degree.

The suite’s lights were on. It seemed that during their escape, the cruise ship’s power system had returned to normal.

The man entered the room and let go of Shen Yanzhou’s hand, leaning his back against the wall and sitting on the floor, breathing heavily.

“Here… it’s very safe,” his voice was hoarse, broken, “Besides me… no one else can get in.”

Shen Yanzhou stood before him, slowly lifting off his own mask. His silver hair fell down, revealing a face so beautiful it should be illegal. His originally pale white skin, flushed pink from the mask’s stuffiness, a few strands of silver hair damp with sweat stuck messily to his cheeks, those silver eyes glistening with watery light, his lips slightly parted as he breathed, as if he had just experienced an intense bout of lovemaking.

He had many questions he wanted to ask—

What exactly was going on just now?

Why did you hide it from me?

Just now while fleeing for their lives, asking those questions would only cause trouble.

Now, he still hadn’t asked a single word, because the man before him looked utterly miserable.

Shen Yanzhou asked in a low voice: “Thirty Million, are you alright?”

The man shook his head: “Not very good.”

Shen Yanzhou crouched down, reaching out to slowly remove the man’s mask.

Sweat had soaked his entire face. His face was flushed with abnormal redness, his breathing burning hot and chaotic, the cedar scent so thick it was almost about to turn solid.

His rut period had arrived.

Shen Yanzhou had seen what Shen Xici looked like during his rut period, but he had never seen one this severe.

“Do you have suppressants?” his voice went tight.

The man looked at his moving pale pink lips and shook his head.

Shen Yanzhou’s silver eyes darkened, scolding: “You don’t even bring suppressants for your rut period? Your rut period has arrived, why didn’t you stay home, why did you come here?”

“I went to find Shen Xici, wait for me—”

Before he could finish speaking, a burning hot large hand grabbed his wrist.

“Useless,” the man panted, “Suppressants are completely useless for me.”

He lifted his eyes, his gaze wet as he looked at that excessively beautiful face: “Can you… kiss me?”

After saying this, he lowered his head again, his gaze gradually dimming, bitterly smiling: “It’s fine, just treat it as me joking aro—”

The word “round” didn’t even have time to leave his mouth before it was blocked between his teeth and lips.

Shen Yanzhou cupped his burning hot cheeks, leaning over and covering them.

Soft lips pressed against the man’s cracked, burning hot lips.

Just like the man himself, his kiss was also rose-scented.

The man knew full well that this kiss bestowed upon him carried no lust, yet it made him burn with desire.

His burning hot large hand suddenly gripped Shen Yanzhou, deepening the rose-scented kiss again and again. His tongue roughly pried open his teeth, carrying the rut period’s characteristic sweet sticky fluid, frantically twining around his soft tongue tip, sucking, entangling, licking.

“Mmph…” Shen Yanzhou was kissed until he lost his rhythm, yet he didn’t push him away.

Thirty Million wanted to lay him down on the bed, wanted to kiss every inch of his body. He wanted his entire body to be covered with his cedar-scented pheromone smell. He wanted him to only be able to smell his scent and get aroused from now on.

But he couldn’t.

He could only use this kiss to vent all his mad desires between their lips and tongues, then reluctantly leave.

“…Is that enough?” Shen Yanzhou asked a question to which he already knew the answer.

During rut period, besides suppressants, there was sex.

How could one kiss possibly be enough.

Yet the man bit his lower lip and nodded: “Enough.”

“Your brother and Jiang Xu are in the room next door. The password is the same as this room. You can go.”

Shen Yanzhou asked puzzled: “Why are you telling me to leave?”

He had thought Thirty Million would push his luck even further.

The man said nothing, only shaking his head.

Because if you don’t leave… I will become a madman who only wants to have sex with you.

Regardless of your will, I only want to force myself on you.

“Did you like kissing me?” Shen Yanzhou left his side, gripping the door handle, and asked with his back to him.

“Yes.”

Shen Yanzhou said nothing more. After leaving the room, he went to the next door.

Jiang Xu and Shen Xici weren’t inside. The room was empty, only the emergency light glowing faintly. He closed the door behind him and leaned against the door panel.

“Yes yes yes yes yes…” From the Bluetooth earpiece came the original audio of their phone call during their escape just now, passed to him by his assistant.

It was a voice identical to Thirty Million’s.

Shen Yanzhou closed his eyes, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor against the door.

Actually, even if just now the man had taken advantage of his rut period to beg for more, there was no need for him to agree, especially since… he had already confirmed the man’s true identity.

What to do next?

Really drive him away?

Shen Yanzhou, do you really hate him?

He recalled the black market, when that man had been bought by him for thirty million, his humiliated yet stubborn gaze. He recalled the villa kitchen, the man wearing an apron clumsily chopping vegetables, yet making every dish suit his taste. He recalled when his leg injury ached on rainy days, it was those rough yet gentle hands that held him in their embrace, night after night coaxing him until dawn.

He had taken in that stray dog no one wanted, going out to feed it every midnight. He had hidden from everyone to wire money to that old lady selling braised beef with radish, lying that it was money his son sent her so she could continue her street corner stall. He had even taken in homeless children, giving them places to stay…

In the end, he hadn’t done a single thing to hurt him.

So in his eyes, even if he was the new boss on the streets.

But in Shen Yanzhou’s eyes, this man was not a bad person.

Because he wasn’t a bad person, should he be completely pushed away because of his “boss” identity?

Shen Yanzhou’s fingertips dug fiercely into his palm. He didn’t know.

Suddenly, with a crash—

A sound of a mirror shattering on the floor suddenly came from the room next door. Shen Yanzhou’s first reaction was to rush in.

He pushed open the next door in one go. The cedar scent had already reached its extreme density. This scent made his entire body begin to burn hot and go soft.

The man was sitting on the floor, and on the ground was a shattered mirror in pieces.

His right hand gripped a piece of the sharpest glass shard, viciously cutting into his own wrist.

Blood dripped drop after drop onto the floor.

The man heard the commotion and looked up, sweat-dampened bangs stuck to his face, the corners of his eyes red.

Shen Yanzhou looked at him in disbelief, asking: “Is this how you’ve been getting through every rut period?”

The corners of the man’s eyes were red, curving into an extremely light smile.

“It’s fine… I’ve already gotten used to it.”

Already gotten used to it?

Who gave you permission to trample on yourself like this?

The simplest way, just find someone and sleep with them, wouldn’t that solve it, why do this?

Shen Yanzhou looked at him, beginning to unbutton his shirt buttons one by one. As the shirt slipped off, it revealed his smooth, fair upper body. His collarbones were delicate, his waistline tight and narrow, like the finest mutton-fat jade, yet dyed with a faint pink from their kiss just now.

He walked to the man’s side, cupping the man’s burning hot face, his lips pressed against the man’s lips, saying: “Do it.”

No matter what identity this man had, but before him.

This man was the dog he had bought back for thirty million.