Unforgettable Touch - Chapter 29

Chapter 29 — Completely Insane

After asking the question, even Shu Zhenshan felt he was being ridiculous. Who else could someone kiss, if not their lover? Why did he even need to ask that?

So, naturally, the next question in his mind was, over the years, how many relationships have you had? Other than me, how many people have kissed you?

But those words sounded too much like an interrogation. Digging into your lover’s dating history takes courage, even for those who are officially together. Given his current status, Shu Zhenshan wasn’t in any position to cross that line.

And this wasn’t the only thing gnawing at him. His gaze fell on the bruise on Ran Buyue’s knee—left by some other man—and that made his bl00d boil.

But of course, Ran Buyue had to make things worse. He knelt upright and began tugging at Shu Zhenshan’s belt again, like a mischievous cat, obsessed with anything string-like.

“Don’t want your knees anymore, is that it?” Shu Zhenshan asked coldly.

“What else can I do?” Ran Buyue replied. “If we go with the same position as last time, I’ll be kneeling all night again.”

“Not this time,” Shu Zhenshan said.

Ran Buyue flopped back into the thick, soft futon, lying face-to-face with Shu Zhenshan. He lifted a slender, pale leg and nudged Shu Zhenshan’s waist with his foot. His smooth sole slowly rubbed down from Shu Zhenshan’s abs… until he felt those firm muscles suddenly tense up.

Then let’s do it this way, Ran Buyue urged. Hurry up and take it off.

Shu Zhenshan ignored him. Instead, he lifted Ran Buyue’s long legs and rested them on his shoulders. Tilting his head, he trailed light kisses from Ran Buyue’s ankles up to his calves, and when he reached the bruised knee, he bit down—just enough to leave a faint tooth mark.

Ran Buyue let out a muffled groan and irritably kicked Shu Zhenshan’s shoulder. “Can’t you hear what I’m saying?”

Shu Zhenshan looked down at him calmly. “I don’t get completely naked in front of hookups.”

Clearly a counterattack—defending against Ran Buyue’s earlier rule of no kissing with friends-with-benefits.

Ran Buyue glared at him fiercely, refusing to back down.

Fine. No kissing? No stripping? Who even needed it?

The two of them were in a standoff—pushing and pulling at each other, full of mutual resistance, and yet drawn in by a magnetic force.

The atmosphere on the tatami mat was so tense, it was like a battle scene, a stark contrast to the gentle cherry blossoms blooming outside the windows.

They tangled with each other awkwardly, clothes half-on and half-off, long legs hooked around broad shoulders, like water rippling over fallen cherry petals.

The tatami had one advantage no need to worry about falling off the bed no matter how rough things got. The downside? The entire room became a hunting ground.

That night, Shu Zhenshan was like a man possessed—crazier than ever.

Ran Buyue, his voice hoarse, said, “Enough. I need to shower.” But he couldn’t even stand up. He crawled on his knees a few steps toward the edge of the mat, only to be yanked back by the ankle.

“Who told you to use your knees?” Shu Zhenshan demanded coldly.

Ran Buyue could’ve cried. Injustice! It wasn’t that I wanted to crawl—I just physically couldn’t stand up!

And terrifyingly, it seemed like Shu Zhenshan knew exactly what he was thinking. He said flatly, “No need to stand.”

Like a chef flipping a pancake, he easily turned Ran Buyue over and pinned him back into the soft futon.

“Shu Zhenshan! Get off! You’ll break it—”

Ran Buyue frowned and kicked him, but it had no power behind it.

“Mm.” Shu Zhenshan comforted him with one hand. “Just rest.”

And by “rest,” he meant grabbing Ran Buyue’s knees and firmly massaging the bruises until the skin turned red and warm, covered in layers of sweat.

His knees were soon covered in overlapping bite marks—deep and shallow—as if trying to overwrite the bruises beneath.

“How am I doing?” Shu Zhenshan asked.

Ran Buyue’s eyes were tearful and unfocused, his consciousness drifting. He whimpered, “Huh… what?”

Shu Zhenshan continued massaging and patiently repeated, “Compared to them… how do I measure up?”

“You…” Ran Buyue’s brain tried to process the question but failed.

And just based on his usual snark toward Shu Zhenshan, his mouth replied automatically “You’re… just okay…”

“…” Shu Zhenshan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Ran, your appetite is that big now? Who’ve you been eating with?”

Ran Buyue heard “appetite” and, with a lagging brain, blurted out, “Shu Zhenshan, I’m kinda hungry…”

Every time Ran Buyue called him by his full name, it made Shu Zhenshan’s bl00d boil with excitement.

And now Ran Buyue had said he was hungry—that was even rarer.

So Shu Zhenshan didn’t hold back. Not one bit. If he was hungry, then Shu Zhenshan would feed him—until he was full.

Who knew how many breezes blew through the night. Cherry blossoms floated into the room like pink snow, and by the time morning light seeped through the paper screens, the storm had finally passed.

The sunlight was… painfully bright…

Ran Buyue struggled to open his eyes, his mind still dazed and body sore and limp.

“Go back to sleep.”

Shu Zhenshan placed a hand gently over his eyes and whispered.

Ran Buyue obeyed, eyes closing again. A few seconds later, he drifted back to sleep. In the haze, it felt like someone had pulled the paper blinds closed.

The next time he woke up, he was fully alert.

He looked up—and locked eyes with Shu Zhenshan.

Shu Zhenshan was shirtless, his upper body covered in faint red marks. He sat beside Ran Buyue, cradling a laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He smiled and said, “Morning, A-Ran.”

Ran Buyue almost replied “morning” on reflex, but memories of last night came flooding back, dragging him back to reality. He suddenly realized—they were no longer lovers like six years ago, exchanging morning greetings in bed.

Last night had been excessive. Shu Zhenshan had chosen positions that should’ve saved Ran Buyue effort, yet he was still sore all over.

At least his body felt clean—clearly someone had helped him wash up.

Remembering how he’d nearly passed out with his eyes rolled back, Ran Buyue’s expression stiffened.

He shrank under the blanket, rolled away, and dragged the entire cover with him, causing Shu Zhenshan’s laptop to slip off his lap.

Shu Zhenshan scrambled to catch it. “Hey, I haven’t saved my file yet!”

“How long have you been working?” Ran Buyue asked with a stern face.

“Not long,” Shu Zhenshan replied. “I got up at ten, and now it’s two-thirty… so about four and a half hours.”

“You dog!” Ran Buyue pointed at him. “Your stamina’s insane.”

Shu Zhenshan raised a brow. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

“Not in that unsustainable way! Companies these days all talk about ESG!” Ran Buyue snapped.

Shu Zhenshan defended himself. “You were the one begging for it.”

Ran Buyue scowled. “Bullshit—”

Buzz.
Shu Zhenshan’s private phone suddenly vibrated with several messages.

He casually unlocked it in front of Ran Buyue. Messages from Hao Le popped up on the screen:

Lay’s Hashbrown:
Ah Zhen~~ guess where I am right now!
Yup! I’m already at the Singapore seaside racetrack, it’s amazing!
Here, check this out!
[Video] [Video] [Video]

“Oh, Hao Le and the others went racing,” Ran Buyue said, leaning in to watch the videos.

They weren’t anything fancy—just stunning scenery.

Shu Zhenshan commented, “Pretty.”

“Yeah.” Ran Buyue nodded.

He leaned even closer, nestling into Shu Zhenshan’s arm. Shu Zhenshan freed up one hand to absentmindedly stroke his hair.

The two had just shared an intense night—skin-to-skin, desire sated—so even physical closeness didn’t feel dangerous.

The mood was warm, like a fleeting return to the past.

They quietly watched the screen together, until Hao Le sent another message.

Lay’s Hashbrown:
Ah Zhen, I really wish you and Ah Ran could come too!

Shu Zhenshan’s fingers froze. He typed: Maybe next time.

But before he could send it, Hao Le messaged again.

Lay’s Hashbrown:
I saw you typing! You’re free now, right? Let me video call you! It’s so pretty here!

Before Shu Zhenshan could stop him, a video call came through—ringing brightly.

“Pfft.” Ran Buyue laughed and reached out to answer it.

Shu Zhenshan panicked and quickly raised the phone high, ensuring only a blank wall was in frame.

“Hey, Ah Zhen! Look, isn’t this track awesome? Just got rebuilt this year!”

Hao Le wore sunglasses and a racing suit. Behind him was the seaside track and his flashy car. The sea breeze sent his hair flying.

Shu Zhenshan replied evenly, “Yeah, looks great…”

“Wait, where are you?” Hao Le lifted his sunglasses and leaned in. “Didn’t you say you were working? Why aren’t you in the office?”

“I’m out,” Shu Zhenshan said calmly.

Ran Buyue mischievously leaned over and slid his hand down Shu Zhenshan’s abs—

And grabbed him.

Shu Zhenshan’s brow twitched violently.

“Ohhh,” Hao Le didn’t press further and moved to a quieter spot, whispering, “Ah Zhen, are you and Ah Ran… not getting along?”

Shu Zhenshan looked down—Ran Buyue was licking at him with a teasing expression.

He silently grabbed Ran Buyue’s chin and glared, then turned back to the camera. “What makes you say that?”

“Because you guys only work together. You never hang out! Come on, group trips are fun!”

Ran Buyue dodged Shu Zhenshan’s grip and gave him a daring look, then licked again.

Shu Zhenshan’s scalp tingled. He said coldly, “No. We don’t get along.”

He shoved Ran Buyue away—firmly this time. Ran Buyue couldn’t resist.

“Aww… but why? Ah Ran’s such a great guy!”

“No reason.”

They chatted briefly, but Hao Le gave up and ended the call, disappointed.

As soon as it ended, Shu Zhenshan yanked Ran Buyue up and growled, “Still not done after last night?”

Ran Buyue, having had his fun, tried to flee. “I’m done, I’m done—”

Buzz.

This time, it was Ran Buyue’s phone.

Also from Hao Le.

Lay’s Hashbrown:
Ah Ran, I’m in Singapore now! It’s beautiful!
Ran Buyue replied: Have fun!
Lay’s Hashbrown:
Ahh you’re online! Free now? Let me video call you—it’s so pretty!

“…!” Ran Buyue couldn’t reject in time—Hao Le was already calling.

Shu Zhenshan smugly picked up the call before he could.

Ran Buyue panicked, glanced behind—same wall background as Shu Zhenshan. He was doomed.

He ran to the window, making the cherry blossoms his backdrop, and aimed the camera so only his neck up showed.

Below that… was not suitable for viewing.

“Whoa!” Hao Le exclaimed. “Ah Ran, where are you? Is that cherry blossom behind you?”

Ran Buyue smiled. “I… I’m in Japan, traveling.”

Shu Zhenshan stood across from him, smirking. He peeled aside Ran Buyue’s collar, fingers gliding over the bruised skin.

“Just you?” Hao Le asked.

Ran Buyue flinched and bit his lip. “Yeah. Just me.”

The man’s touch was anything but innocent.

Hao Le cried, “You’d rather go to Japan alone than come racing with us!”

“Le Le, it just happened to work out this way…”

Ran Buyue tried to calm him while glaring at Shu Zhenshan, kicking at him—missed.

Hao Le beamed, “What about next time? We’ll go again soon. You and Ah Zhen should come!”

Shu Zhenshan pinched—hard.

Ran Buyue shuddered but kept a frosty tone. “If he goes, I’m not.”

“Aww, why are you two so bad together!”

After a moment of consideration, Hao Le offered, “Then you come first, Ah Zhen can come next time.”

Shu Zhenshan’s expression darkened.

Ran Buyue smiled. “Sure.”

“Yay! Oh, and those male models that hung out with Second Young Master Zheng are coming too—they’re good drivers. You don’t mind, right?”

Seeing Shu Zhenshan’s sour face, Ran Buyue grinned. “I don’t mind at all.”

“Perfect! It’s a date then!”

The moment the call ended, Shu Zhenshan closed in and pinched harder.

Ran Buyue winced and dodged. “Let go.”

“That next racing trip… planning to meet Kelvin?”

Ran Buyue blinked in confusion. Who?

But Shu Zhenshan suddenly leaned in—and bit him. Hard.

Ran Buyue hissed, “Tss!”

“How about we pierce it?” Shu Zhenshan hugged him from behind and murmured something absolutely insane. “It’ll help keep it from shrinking. We can embed a gem in the piercing… maybe even engrave a name…”

“That way, everyone who sees it will know who gave it to you.”

—

What Shu Zhenshan really wanted to say was:

They’ll all know… you belong to me.