Me And My Four Dancers - Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Bathroom

Yan Shuo kept his word. The car arrived to pick them up, and as soon as he got in, he began to perform a “sleeping in someone’s arms” act. He clung to Chen Ze’s neck and mumbled something in his sleep, a mumbling tirade that was incomprehensible.

Chen Ze tried several times to get him onto the car seat, but couldn’t. He was like a 502 glue spirit, clinging to Chen Ze and refusing to let go. The driver looked at them with a strange look when they got out of the car.

Finally, after overcoming numerous difficulties, Chen Ze brought Yan Shuo back to the production team’s villa.

It was already past midnight, and the lights in the downstairs living room were off. Chen Ze refused the staff’s help, using his cell phone to illuminate the area, dragging the glue spirit upstairs, and pushed open the door to his room.

Yan Shuo was unconscious.

He was placed on the bed, then stood up again within seconds. Chen Ze undressed him and led him into the bathroom.

As he sank into the tub, Yan Shuo finally woke.

He opened his eyes dazedly and stared at Chen Ze for a few seconds. Then, for some unknown reason, he suddenly patted the water in the tub, motioning for Chen Ze to come in. With a serious expression, he grabbed Chen Ze’s sleeve and said, “Let’s shower together. You’re welcome.”

Chen Ze: “…”

“No, you go first.”

Chen Ze, a headache, pushed him away and was about to leave when Yan Shuo suddenly stood up from the water.

When undressing earlier, Chen Ze hadn’t completely stripped him naked, leaving him with a pair of underwear. But now soaked, the thin layer of underwear clung to his skin, emphasizing his body lines even more erotically, making the visual effect worse than if he hadn’t worn anything at all.

Yan Shuo, completely unaware, tugged firmly on Chen Ze’s hand, saying cordially, “What do you mean by ‘you first, me first’? What’s our relationship? Don’t be so formal!”

Chen Ze: “…”

Yan Shuo, like a bully robbing a woman, dragged Shen Ze to his side.

Chen Ze wasn’t incapable of dealing with a drunkard, but after his tossing and turning, the bathroom floor was soaked. Shen Ze slipped and fell, being shoved firmly into the tub by Yan Shuo.

…his cervical vertebrae were nearly broken.

“You—” Shen Ze gasped in pain, taking a long time to recover. “Can you just behave yourself, huh?!” He clasped Yan Shuo’s hands together, twisted them behind his back, and angrily declared, “Next time you bother me, I’ll write my name upside down!”

Yan Shuo, acting as if he hadn’t heard, his hands restrained and without support, he obediently slumped over Shen Ze’s chest, nibbling and rubbing against him like a puppy.

Chen Ze was furious: “Am I your ladder?”

Yan Shuo, however, ignored him. He had already left his bully persona behind and was now imitating the animal world, climbing up and down Shen Ze’s body, his chin resting on his chest. When he got tired, he’d rest for a moment, catching his breath.

Chen Ze interrupted him: “Stop climbing, take a shower.”

Yan Shuo ignored him and continued to climb and rub against Shen Ze’s clothes, even biting at the buttons of his shirt, pulling them up and, unsurprisingly, ripping them all off.

Chen Ze, unable to bear it any longer, restrained Yan Shuo’s wrist with one hand and pinched his chin with the other, immobilizing him and forcing him to look up at him.

Chen Ze’s face was stone-faced: “Stop crawling! If you do, I’ll pull your tail off.”

“…”

Yan Shuo actually listened, remaining motionless, innocent as if he’d done nothing wrong. Once caught, he’d completely let him do whatever he wanted, bullying him as he pleased.

Chen Ze’s gaze froze, resting on Yan Shuo.

It had to be said that Yan Shuo had a fantastic figure. As a popular idol with millions of female fans, someone who’d sweatily stripped off his shirt at a concert, causing the crowd to scream wildly, his body was certainly worth showing off.

But that wasn’t surprising.

M.E.N had been together for almost three years, and they’d seen each other without clothes before. But straight men wouldn’t dwell on it too much. At most, they’d compare, “His abs aren’t as nice as mine,” but they wouldn’t consider anything else from a sexual perspective.

In other words, they wouldn’t even think about it, wouldn’t have any thoughts of “don’t look at what’s inappropriate,” or feel that it was too intimate and should be treated with caution.

Once he decided it was time to be careful, the situation became a bit tricky.

“…You better not be pretending to be drunk.” Chen Ze stripped off his soaked shirt and tossed it onto the bathroom floor.

Seeing him undress, Yan Shuo’s competitive spirit resurfaced, and he wasn’t about to be outdone. However, with only one piece of clothing left to remove, he unhesitatingly yanked his underwear down his ankles and, mimicking Chen Ze’s casual demeanor, tossed it away.

Chen Ze: “…”

“I’m truly impressed. How come I didn’t realize you were such a jerk before?” Shen Ze stood up from the water, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants.

This time, Yan Shuo had no chance and could only watch helplessly.

Chen Ze wasn’t about to argue with the drunkard, so he patiently, adhering to the principle of “doing good things to the end and seeing the Buddha through to the west,” pushed Yan Shuo back into the water, grabbed the shower gel from the counter, and personally washed him.

Although Yan Shuo was drunk, he wasn’t so drunk he didn’t know what was good for him. He immediately stopped playing around and reverted to his docile, docile little animal state, ready to be slaughtered once caught. He stared silently at Chen Ze without a word.

For a moment, the quiet bathroom was silent, with only the sound of water and breathing.

Perhaps dizzy from the heat, Yan Shuo’s eyes closed again.

Just when Shen Ze thought he was asleep, he suddenly put his arms around Shen Ze’s neck and leaned in for a kiss.

Chen Ze: “?”

After the kiss, Yan Shuo continued to lie on Shen Ze’s shoulder, motionless, eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Ze: “…”

The drunk was acting crazy, and Shen Ze couldn’t say anything, so he just pretended it hadn’t happened.

A moment later, Yan Shuo tilted his head and leaned in for another kiss.

This time, harder than before, a warm kiss pressed against his face, still wet with moisture.

Chen Ze frowned, grabbed Yan Shuo’s chin, and turned him around. “Did you spit on my face, huh?”

“Yes,” Yan Shuo readily admitted, then asked, “You don’t like it?”

Chen Ze replied perfunctorily, “I do, thank you.”

Chen Ze’s original intention was to go along with what he said and end the conversation immediately, to prevent the drunk from getting mad and making up some “licking your face is a sign of friendship” or “Dog Kingdom Friendship Party at the Retarded Children’s Park” excuse.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing him say he liked it, Yan Shuo pounced on him, covered in foam, and unexpectedly gave him an even more passionate kiss.

“You—”

Chen Ze was speechless. Yan Shuo blocked his lips, his soft, wet tongue gently licking him. It was clearly not a skillful kiss, but it was passionate, moist, direct, and lingering.

Yan Shuo still held him.

They were both completely naked. Yan Shuo’s legs were wrapped around his waist, her soft buttocks pressed against his thighs, pressing against a certain spot.

…Chen Ze’s scalp suddenly tingled, and he pushed the man away as if he had received an electric shock.

His reaction was a bit too much, and Yan Shuo was caught off guard. He was suddenly pushed back into the bathtub. When he looked up at him, his expression was a bit confused and aggrieved.

Chen Ze couldn’t argue with him. He sternly pulled the man out of the water and dried him with a towel.

“Go to bed,” Chen Ze said. “No more trouble.”

“…”

Yan Shuo’s friendship with his dog was broken. He was forcibly dragged out of the bathroom, thrown onto the bed, and covered with a blanket.

Chen Ze went back to the bathroom to shower alone for a while. When he finished, Yan Shuo was still asleep, still in the position he had arranged for him, the blanket covering the lower half of his face, revealing a pair of eyes that stared at him unblinkingly.

He looked strangely obedient.

“…I think you’re just pretending.”

Chen Ze climbed onto the bed from the other side and lay down beside Yan Shuo. Noticing Yan Shuo still staring at him, he covered his eyes with his hands and snorted, “Alright, let me think about it tonight…how to break your legs tomorrow.”