After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! (BL) - Chapter 33

“At this point in time, what we should be doing is… huh?!”

Shen Ran hadn’t yet processed what Cheng Yi meant by his words when, without warning, Cheng Yi silenced him with a kiss.

Feeling the damp warmth spreading across his lips, Shen Ran’s eyes flew wide open. He didn’t even know where to place his hands.

The curtains were tightly drawn, not a single sliver of light crept through. He couldn’t see a thing—he could only feel Cheng Yi’s presence enveloping him from all sides.

Why so suddenly? One moment they were sleeping in separate spaces, and the next—they were kissing?

And it was Cheng Yi who initiated it?!!

Shen Ran had always taken it for granted that if something were ever to happen between them, he would be the one to confess. If there were to be a kiss, he’d be the one to start it!

“Cheng Yi!” Shen Ran pushed lightly against Cheng Yi’s chest. “This isn’t what we agreed on…!”

His hand was caught in Cheng Yi’s grip.

And the kiss deepened.

Guiding Shen Ran’s hand to his chest, Cheng Yi whispered close to his ear, voice low and deep:

“Agreed on what? And who exactly agreed with you, hmm?”

“Shen Ran, when you said you wanted to sleep with me, you must’ve already considered this possibility… right?”

That’s what he said—but it wasn’t truly what he thought.

Though he had already relieved himself three times that night, Cheng Yi could barely hold himself back.

What he couldn’t get out of his head was the image of Shen Ran earlier—lost, overwhelmed, tears streaming down his face.

He feared Shen Ran would toss and turn all night. That he’d cry silently into the covers.

That he’d be unable to recover and fall into a lasting depression. That he’d never see Shen Ran’s bright, sunny smile again.

He wanted Shen Ran to feel better.

At the very least, he wanted Shen Ran to get a good night’s sleep.

Sedatives and sleeping aids couldn’t be relied on for too long—they bred dependency.

So, instead, he chose another method to exhaust Shen Ran’s energy. To keep his mind too busy to dwell on heartbreak.

With one elbow braced by Shen Ran’s side, Cheng Yi used his other hand to cradle the back of Shen Ran’s head.

Almost as if trying to pull him completely into his embrace.

This was just a distraction.

—Absolutely, definitely not because he liked Shen Ran.

Not because he’d wanted to do this for a very long time.

It was just a few light kisses. Dozens of them, sure, but nothing more. He wouldn’t go any further. He could restrain himself. He swore it.

That night, Shen Ran was kissed dizzy. Before long, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But aside from him, almost everyone else spent the night restless.

At Qingshan Welfare Home, Ai Ziqing lay alone in bed, lost in thought.

She smiled softly at the thought of Shen Ran.

But as another figure surfaced in her memory, the smile slowly faded from her face.

Luos Group

After returning to F City, Luo Mu didn’t go home. Instead, he asked the driver to take him straight to the office.

He opened his laptop and drafted an email, scheduling it to be sent out in the morning.

[Donate another five million to Qingshan Welfare Home for renovations to the old building. In addition, allocate an extra three thousand annually per child for meal subsidies.]

The building where Ai Ziqing worked was truly dilapidated—each step on the stairs creaked loudly.

Ai Ziqing cared only about improving life for the children, never sparing a thought for herself. The worst conditions were left for her.

Luo Mu ached for her.

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Cheng Yi’s Home

After ensuring Shen Ran’s breathing had steadied, Cheng Yi slipped out of bed, buttoned his pajama top, and stepped out onto the balcony with a pack of cigarettes.

The winter night air was harsh and biting. Dressed only in thin sleepwear, the chill cleared his head almost instantly.

Click.

The ornate lighter sparked. Cheng Yi squinted slightly as he bit down on the crush bead in the cigarette.

He took a deep drag. The ember flared and dimmed, releasing a faint blueberry scent into the air.

Cheng Yi had always favored the blueberry kind—he’d kept them on hand for years.

Exhaling a soft plume of smoke, he leaned against the railing and looked up at the deep night sky, expression complicated.

Of course, he liked Shen Ran. It was far more than just “like.”

But now that he had calmed down, he couldn’t deny a trace of regret.

He shouldn’t have done what he did.

While kissing Shen Ran, Cheng Yi had completely pushed aside the fact that Shen Ran had a boyfriend—someone named Chen Xu.

It wasn’t until Shen Ran had fallen asleep that he suddenly remembered Chen Xu existed.

That man was Shen Ran’s boyfriend.

And what did that make him?

A bastard child of the Cheng family. A man with no clear future. Someone who knew full well that Shen Ran was already taken—and still crossed the line.

He hadn’t even asked Shen Ran how he felt about any of it.

“…I’m sorry.”

Snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray, Cheng Yi muttered under his breath. His body, chilled to the bone, felt numb to the cold.

By the time they woke up tomorrow, it wasn’t likely their relationship would be any closer. More likely, Shen Ran would storm out, furious.

Cheng Yi was proud, but also insecure.

Usually so adept at reading people’s emotions, yet now, he couldn’t begin to guess what Shen Ran was thinking.

After all, if Shen Ran truly didn’t like him, why would he allow him to go so far? Why would he feel comfortable sleeping in his home?

That’s the nature of love—the deeper it goes, the less certain you become.

And yet, all of Cheng Yi’s hesitation vanished the moment he stepped back into the bedroom.

Because Shen Ran was sprawled out in his bed, limbs in all directions, sleeping like a deadweight—utterly unguarded.

Not a trace of defensiveness.

Cheng Yi couldn’t help but pause by the bed and stare for a moment longer.

After everything he’d done last night, Shen Ran was still sleeping there like a kitten—belly up, completely unaware. Honestly…

Not the slightest bit of wariness or self-protection.

A person like Shen Ran—it was no wonder someone like Chen Xu, that social climber, had set his sights on him.

“If you’ve already kissed me, can’t you just dump Chen Xu and be with me instead?”

“…Forget it. No one has the right to interfere in your choices. Besides, trying to tempt you like this just makes me look like the third party. Tsk.”

Completely unaware that Cheng Yi had played out a full mental drama overnight, Shen Ran continued to sleep as if nothing could wake him—not even fireworks outside: “Zzz…”

For some unknown reason,

The next morning, it was actually Shen Ran who woke up first.

He blinked his eyes open and checked the time—8:00 a.m. sharp.

Stretching lazily, he sat up, still half-asleep, and instantly froze the moment he saw Cheng Yi asleep on the floor, his back turned toward the bed.

Memories of last night’s steamy encounter surged back like a tidal wave.

He had been kissed by Cheng Yi! Kissed—head held down, wrapped tightly in his arms—kissed until he almost…!

Moving quietly, Shen Ran slipped out of bed, barefoot, crouched down beside Cheng Yi, and poked his cheek.

Cheng Yi frowned faintly, his lashes fluttering, but he didn’t wake.

That’s it? Tired already? You didn’t even do anything—how are you tired?

Shen Ran had no idea that Cheng Yi had already relieved himself three times during his shower.

At that moment, if Cheng Yi had just woken up, Shen Ran really would’ve asked that age-old, classic question:

“Bro, so… what exactly are we now?”