That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 3

When Chi Ye came back from the restroom, his friends were still staring toward the dance floor, eyes locked in the same direction.

“What’s going on?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink as he sat down.

Song Yu pointed at a man in the middle of the crowd, shirt half open, a flash of abs and hips moving to the rhythm. “That slut’s practically announcing to the whole bar that he wants someone to pin him to the floor.”

Chi Ye followed his gaze.

The man turned just then. Fair skin, strikingly handsome face, and eyes that shimmered like wet glass under the colored lights. The corners of his eyes were faintly red, probably from the alcohol. His hips swayed with teasing ease, and that smile, lazy, flirtatious, seemed designed to pull every gaze his way.

It was Li Cang, the man who had gotten out of his car an hour ago.

Luo Nansong stood up. “He’s totally my type. I’m going in.”

Chi Ye set down his glass and stood as well.

Luo Nansong froze. “Bro, what are you doing?”

“Sorry,” Chi Ye said, eyes fixed on the dance floor. “I know him.”

“What the hell? Since when?” Song Yu asked, baffled.

“An hour ago.”

“Sh1t!” Luo Nansong cursed, slamming the table. “I’ve been eyeing him for half an hour!”

Lu Zhe tugged at his sleeve. “Let it go. Ye-ge doesn’t make a move often maybe once in a lifetime. Let him have this one.”

Luo Nansong grumbled but sat down.

Chi Ye stepped into the dance floor. The crowd was thick, lights flashing, bass thundering. Yet among all that chaos, Li Cang was impossible to miss radiant, like he had his own spotlight.

Chi Ye’s gaze stayed locked on him as he pushed his way forward.

Li Cang was drenched in sweat. His body was exhausted, but his mind buzzed with a strange exhilaration. Just as he was about to head off for a drink, he saw Chi Ye breaking through the crowd toward him.

“You’re here to dance too?” Li Cang shouted over the music, his voice bright with excitement.

The sound was too loud for Chi Ye to catch the words, but seeing that wide grin made him smile too.

“What are you standing there for?!” Li Cang yelled again, laughing. “Don’t tell me you can’t dance?”

Chi Ye still couldn’t hear him, and before he could respond, Li Cang had already closed in, pressing up against him, moving to the beat.

The scent of lemon and citrus hit Chi Ye’s nose light, refreshing, and intoxicating.

Heat rolled off Li Cang’s body, their distance shrinking inch by inch.

Screams and whistles rose around them.

Li Cang’s shirt had slipped off one shoulder, sweat sliding down the dip of his collarbone, tracing along the defined line of his abs.

Chi Ye reached out and caught the shirt before it could fall further, deftly buttoning each undone button one by one. When he fastened the last one, his hand moved up, fingers cupping the back of Li Cang’s neck, drawing him close.

In a low, husky voice, he murmured in his ear, “What perfume are you wearing?”

His breath was hot, nearly scalding.

The music was deafening, but Li Cang heard that low voice roll into his ear like a wave of heat.

He stopped, panting lightly. “First Sight.”

Chi Ye’s lips curved. First sight.

He held Li Cang’s chin between his fingers and leaned in, kissing him.

The kiss was bold, fierce his tongue slipped in with unrestrained hunger, setting every nerve in Li Cang’s body ablaze.

Just from that kiss, Li Cang hardened instantly.

He grabbed Chi Ye by the collar and kissed back, pressing his hips against the man’s thigh in a shameless rhythm.

The crowd erupted in screams.

“Want to come with me tonight?” Chi Ye whispered against his ear.

Li Cang’s lips were swollen and red. He smiled, tugging at Chi Ye’s collar.

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s test out your car.”