Unforgettable Touch - Chapter 20

Chapter 20 – The Best with You (Part One)

By the time Ran Buyue snapped out of it, he had already followed behind Shu Zhenshan. Maybe it was the overpowering scent of perfume on the business card that made his head spin, leaving his limbs disconnected from his brain and moving on their own.

Shu Zhenshan moved confidently through the greenhouse, clearly a regular here.

The sharp corner of the card pressed against Ran Buyue’s palm, stinging slightly.

The two of them, masked, walked one after another—like unfamiliar patrons casually strolling through Fragrance Lane together. Occasionally, a handsome man would hand them a card, only to retreat silently into the shadows upon noticing neither wore a brooch on their chest.

Hidden among the greenery was an elevator entrance. Shu Zhenshan swiped a card and stepped in. Ran Buyue hesitated for a few seconds before following. The elevator doors slowly shut, enclosing the two of them in the narrow space.

Ran Buyue had nowhere to look and focused on the slowly changing floor numbers. He could feel a piercing gaze fixed on him, so intense it felt like his skin was burning.

Shu Zhenshan spoke casually, “Mr. Ran, who did you have dinner with tonight?”

Ran Buyue smiled, “A friend. You don’t know him.”

Shu Zhenshan fell silent.

The ride was quiet.

As the elevator climbed, the air inside seemed to grow thinner and hotter.

A ding. The number jumped to 88—a ridiculously high floor, very Hong Kong-style.

“We’re here,” Shu Zhenshan said as he stepped out first, leading the way.

He would occasionally slow down and glance back, as if checking that Ran Buyue was still following.

But really, there was no need for directions. The entire floor had only one suite.

Standing before the lavish door, Ran Buyue was suddenly struck by a sense of absurdity.

What was he doing? Why was he about to sleep with his ex—someone highly likely to become his client? Afterward, wouldn’t things become messily complicated? How would they work together?

Shu Zhenshan held the door card and asked coolly, “Having second thoughts?”

“About what?” Ran Buyue scoffed lazily. “It’s just s3x. Who it’s with doesn’t matter.”

As he spoke, he snatched the card from Shu Zhenshan’s hand and swiftly swiped to unlock the door.

Without a word, Ran Buyue pushed open the door, and the man behind him followed closely.

The moment the lock clicked and the door shut, the atmosphere inside changed.

Their breathing grew heavier.

In the darkness, Ran Buyue was pressed against the wall. A tall shadow loomed over him, a strong hand grabbed his chin and tilted it up, the heat radiating from the body behind him brimming with masculine energy.

Shu Zhenshan leaned down—like he was going to kiss him.

Ran Buyue jerked his head to the side and gasped, “I don’t kiss hookups.”

Shu Zhenshan paused, his voice low. “You think I want to kiss you?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he roughly yanked open Ran Buyue’s collar and sank his teeth into his collarbone.

“Ah—! You fucking dog!”

Ran Buyue trembled from the pain and cursed him immediately. Goosebumps broke out across his skin. Unwilling to lose ground, he grabbed Shu Zhenshan’s collar and began deftly undoing his tie. He used to be so practiced at this, he could do it with his eyes closed—he hadn’t expected that even six years later, the muscle memory remained.

He tugged hard on both ends of the loosened tie, tilted his head back, and bit into Shu Zhenshan’s Adam’s apple with no hesitation. He was pleased to hear a suppressed groan, like a wounded wolf.

Two wild beasts entangled—biting, clawing, teasing each other’s nerves. Clothes flew like fur in a storm, scattered across the room.

Panting heavily, they fell onto the bed. In just a few steps, Ran Buyue was left with only a shirt loosely draped around his arms. His neck bore a string of vivid bite marks. Shu Zhenshan’s upper body was already bare, with a fresh, bleeding bite right on his chest.

It had been so, so long since Shu Zhenshan had seen Ran Buyue like this—half-dressed, kneeling in the center of the bed, long legs, angry eyes, cheeks flushed, his pale skin glowing like fine jade. Fresh marks bloomed where his own mouth had just been.

Shu Zhenshan felt hot bl00d surge to his head. His mind went fuzzy. Possessiveness completely overwhelmed him.

Calm down. Calm down.

A voice in his head sternly reminded him—he needed to stay calm, perform like normal.

He couldn’t go too fast. He couldn’t act like an overexcited virgin! Otherwise, where would his “playboy CEO” reputation go?

Jesus Christ, Lord have mercy!

But honestly, Shu Zhenshan wasn’t feeling very confident. He was terrified of hurting Ran Buyue from being too rough. Worse, what if he messed up the basics?

How could someone starving for so long possibly take their time savoring?

Ran Buyue lay in the middle of the bed, blanketed by a hormonal shadow, his heart racing. The man before him looked even stronger than six years ago—broad shoulders, cut abs, pure mature charm. And further down… Ran Buyue didn’t dare look. Just a glimpse made his scalp tingle. All the memories he’d buried came flooding back. He blushed, legs going soft, gripping the sheets with the urge to bolt.

He swallowed hard, chanting silently. Calm down. Stay calm.

His body had always been overly sensitive. Even in their wildest moments back then, he couldn’t handle half of Shu Zhenshan’s energy. And that guy—whether a dog or a damn donkey—always managed to make him tear up without even trying. Totally shameful.

That was back when he was young. Times had changed. Ran Buyue couldn’t let himself fall apart again.

He couldn’t go too fast. He couldn’t act like some guy who hadn’t gotten any in years! Otherwise, his image as a well-traveled, free-spirited artist would be ruined!

Buddha, Guanyin, Amitabha, please!

But judging by past experience, it wouldn’t take much before Shu Zhenshan had him surrendering completely.

Ran Buyue bit his lip gently. He decided that the moment it became too much, he’d just bite himself.

They had no idea what the other was thinking. To Shu Zhenshan, the slightly conflicted look on Ran Buyue’s face meant something else entirely.

Shu Zhenshan frowned. “Regretting it? Do I disgust you?”

Ran Buyue froze, his lustful thoughts flaring into fire. He snapped back, “What are you hesitating for? Just standing there. Don’t tell me you can’t get it up?”

“I’ve got a medical report on my phone,” Shu Zhenshan said calmly. “If you’re worried about safety, I can show you.”

“You rich CEOs always this formal when hooking up? Carrying a clean bill of health around. Wow, so much experience,” Ran Buyue said sarcastically, reaching impatiently for Shu Zhenshan’s belt.

But again, Shu Zhenshan subtly dodged.

This wasn’t the first time. Ran Buyue had tried on the cruise ship—blocked. Now again. What the hell was he hiding?

Ran Buyue scowled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m afraid I’ll scare you,” Shu Zhenshan said gently. “You were pretty terrified the first time you saw it, weren’t you?”

“…!”

Ran Buyue’s ears flushed red. He cursed under his breath, “Fucking pervert.”

Shu Zhenshan patted his head and coaxed, “Ah Ran, turn around.”

Ran Buyue shot him a fierce glare. “You better make it worth it.”

“Mm.”

Shu Zhenshan responded slowly, gently guiding Ran Buyue to kneel, then pressed his firm body close from behind.

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The night poured down like dark-colored quicksand.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 88th floor, the city glittered in neon lights. Towering skyscrapers, and the depths of Victoria Harbour swathed in misty, humid rain.

Ran Buyue’s body shimmered with a sheen of sweat. Long strands of hair clung to his white shoulders and back, his lips flushed. He looked like a fox soaked in spiritual energy—glowing pink with a languid air. He lay on the bed, a thin blanket loosely covering his waist, completely unbothered by the hickey marks scattered between his legs.

He lazily thought—sure, he’d embarrassingly surrendered early on. But at least his back had been turned, and Shu Zhenshan had been too focused to notice. So it wasn’t a total loss for his flirtatious, devil-may-care persona.

Shu Zhenshan, now in a silk robe, sat casually on the armchair by the bed. His front was open, revealing a chest and neck covered in bite marks. He looked like he’d just come out of a gladiator ring.

He held a cigarette between his long fingers but hadn’t taken a puff in a while. Smoke drifted slowly toward the open window.

Honestly, Shu Zhenshan would give himself a failing grade for tonight. He came faster than expected. The moment Ran Buyue panted, he nearly lost his soul. But at least Ran Buyue had his back turned—and seemed just as into it—so maybe he hadn’t noticed.

Thankfully, Shu Zhenshan recovered quickly. He managed to barely uphold the image of a seasoned lover.

The room remained quiet, with the window cracked open to air out the scent.

Ran Buyue glanced at Shu Zhenshan smoking like a post-coital pro. A true player. His heart instantly ignited with jealous irritation.

“I’m really curious,” Ran Buyue said, full of undisguised mockery. “A man like you can sleep with anyone. Why come to your ex?”

Shu Zhenshan calmly stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled slowly. “Because it’s best with you.”

Then he asked back, “Don’t you agree?”

Ran Buyue answered with a jab, “Your skills were crap. Not even worth ranking.”

Shu Zhenshan’s eyelids twitched. His heart skipped. He had been sloppy tonight—too many nerves, too fast, like an inexperienced kid.

What if Ran Buyue refused to come back again?

Then Ran Buyue added slowly, “…But passable.”

Shu Zhenshan snuffed out the cigarette with a steady hand. “Round two?”

This time, he was determined to redeem himself. He’d make it rank-worthy.

Honestly, Ran Buyue was already exhausted. He hadn’t exercised in ages. His waist and legs ached, and the muscles beneath the blanket still twitched with aftershocks.

But a true playboy never backs down. One time? Ten times? If Shu Zhenshan wanted it, he’d give it.

Ran Buyue tossed the blanket aside and said airily, “Come on then. I’m not satisfied yet.”