Tonight, there was no way Lu Jingran was letting Zhou Le go home.
In his drunken state, he could barely keep his eyes open, and without help, he’d have trouble standing, let alone getting up the stairs.
With Zhou Le nestled in his arms, Lu Jingran held him close, gently touching his soft earlobe. “Sleep at mine tonight, okay?”
Holding him like a child, Zhou Le sat facing him on his lap, wrapped around him with his head buried in his neck.
Luckily, the car was big enough that the position wasn’t too uncomfortable.
Hearing Lu Jingran’s suggestion, Zhou Le paused, then lifted his head and looked at him.
The alcohol made Zhou Le’s breathing shallow, and he stared up and down at Lu Jingran with a dazed, unfocused gaze. Lu Jingran, feeling his heart soften, tightened his grip around Zhou Le’s waist.
Zhou Le reached up and gently touched Lu Jingran’s face.
The Alpha didn’t move, letting him trace his features.
Satisfied, Zhou Le suddenly smiled, his eyes tinged with red. “Okay~”
Then he tucked himself back into Lu Jingran’s arms, holding him even tighter.
They could feel each other’s heartbeats.
Lu Jingran’s heart melted at his obedience. If only Zhou Le were this attached to him when he was sober, too.
Back at the Lu family house, only the maid was home. His mother, Xu Zhen, was out at an event and had already informed him she wouldn’t be back tonight, so it was just the two of them in the mansion.
Aunt Lan, the maid, was startled to see Lu Jingran come in carrying someone. She started to say something but stopped when he signaled for her to keep quiet.
Lu Jingran carried Zhou Le to his room and gently laid him on the bed.
As he was about to leave, Zhou Le clutched his sleeve. “Don’t… don’t go.”
The Omega’s brows furrowed, his eyes unfocused, but he held onto Lu Jingran tightly.
“I won’t go. I’ll just get something to clean you up, then you can go to sleep, alright?” Lu Jingran reassured him, patting Zhou Le’s head.
In this state, Zhou Le wasn’t able to wash up, so Lu Jingran planned to clean him up a bit to make him more comfortable.
Zhou Le felt incredibly comfortable under the soothing motions. His head was spinning, unable to think clearly, but the Alpha’s pheromones gave him a profound sense of security, instinctively making him obey Lu Jingran’s words.
He nodded slightly.
Lu Jingran dampened a towel to just the right warm temperature and gently wiped Zhou Le’s face, arms, and feet.
Zhou Le grew increasingly flustered under his touch. Wherever Lu Jingran’s hands moved, he couldn’t help but tremble.
“Don’t move,” Lu Jingran said, gripping his slender ankle with a firm hand, rendering him completely still.
Zhou Le pouted in frustration, spreading his arms and murmuring softly, “It’s uncomfortable… hug….”
Lu Jingran released his ankle and, after a brief pause, hooked his arm around Zhou Le’s waist, lifting him slightly.
The thin waist in his grasp revealed a graceful, enticing curve.
Zhou Le’s cheeks flushed red, almost as if they were about to glow. He panted lightly, though it was unclear what had made him so bashful.
His hazy eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing the figure in front of him, he murmured dreamily, “Class rep….”
“Mm,” Lu Jingran responded in a low voice.
Thankfully, Zhou Le wasn’t fully aware of his expression at that moment, or he might have been frightened.
The Alpha’s dark eyes were intense, one hand supporting himself on the bed while the other held Zhou Le entirely in his arms. The proximity between their faces was far too close—intimately close.
It was just too comfortable… Zhou Le was surrounded by the Alpha’s scent.
His alcohol-clouded mind had ceased all logical thought. All he wanted was to get closer to this person. The current distance wasn’t enough; he needed to be closer, even closer…
He parted his lips slightly, closed his eyes, and with a face as delicate as a peach blossom, he slowly leaned in.
Softly, like touching an untouchable dream.
Lu Jingran’s pupils contracted suddenly.
His hand on Zhou Le’s waist tightened as if he wanted to crush the slim frame.
Zhou Le let out a pained whimper from the squeeze.
Lu Jingran let go.
“It hurts.” Zhou Le’s small face scrunched up.
Lu Jingran looked at his innocent and clueless expression, breathing heavily.
“Does it hurt?” Lu Jingran asked, though he already knew the answer. He felt like he was losing control, his blood boiling. He lowered his gaze, looking at the Omega lying so close, oblivious to how he was driving him crazy.
Just hurting? He was on the verge of going insane.
The faint scent of chamomile pheromones seemed to shred his last bit of self-control.
Zhou Le was pressed into the bed—firmly, without a sliver of space left.
As he lay there in a daze, the Alpha leaned down, hands on either side of his face.
With the full weight of the other on him, even moving his legs was difficult.
Lu Jingran reached out, gripping Zhou Le’s chin, pressing into the soft skin on either side.
The Alpha’s restrained gaze held a faint hint of red.
Zhou Le’s brows knitted, his face looking helplessly pitiful.
“Does that hurt already? Believe me, I can make you hurt even more.”
Lu Jingran’s voice was a low murmur, alluring in its depth.
For the drunken Zhou Le, it was irresistibly compelling.
And on his lips, there was a scent—Alpha’s fingertips…
Zhou Le couldn’t resist; he gave a little lick.
The powerful Alpha’s body froze in place.
His dark eyes flashed with disbelief, but his heart pounded.
Suddenly, he laughed.
F*ck.
Deserves to die.
—
When Zhou Le woke up in the morning, he opened his eyes, noticing nothing unusual. Instinctively, he reached out to touch his pet, Little White, but found only empty air.
Confused, he sat up.
“Little White.”
Still no response. Normally, Little White would be all over him by now.
But there was no sound at all.
Fully awake, Zhou Le looked around at the gleaming tiles, dark curtains, and large furnishings. This room… was several times bigger than his own. When had his house become this big?
Wait… this wasn’t his house!
Slowly, memories of last night’s drunken haze started to return, and his head throbbed.
He’d been drinking with Chen Nan, and after a while… he got really drunk and then…???
…did he kiss the class rep?
Wait!!
Zhou Le’s eyes widened. He kissed the class rep?!
And it wasn’t just a quick peck—it was the kind of deep kiss, rough and lingering. Why did he have that memory?
What kind of joke was this?
Was it just a dream, or…?
Just then, the bedroom door opened.
Lu Jingran walked in, drying his hair. Seeing Zhou Le awake, he gave a slight smile, “Awake?”
“Hungry?”
Zhou Le stared at him, processing this real, living presence in front of him.
So… Zhou Le looked around again. Was this the class rep’s house?
“What’s wrong?” Seeing Zhou Le frozen in place, Lu Jingran sat down beside him. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
“Queasy? Or is your head hurting? I bought you some hangover medicine; you can take one after breakfast.”
“…”
So… last night’s drinking was real!
Getting drunk and being brought back by Lu Jingran was real too!
Which means that kissing until he practically lost his breath was also real… aaahhh!!!
Before Lu Jingran’s caring hand could reach his head, Zhou Le jumped out of bed. “Uh, sorry, I… I need to use the bathroom.”
He dashed out, although he had no idea where the bathroom in the Lu house was.
Lu Jingran’s raised hand froze mid-air.
After a pause, the Alpha lowered his gaze and chuckled.
Zhou Le ran downstairs, gripping the railing and gasping. When he took a moment to catch his breath, he looked around, stunned.
This place… was huge.
This was a house? It looked more like a hotel, with a living room the size of half a soccer field.
And everything was so refined and luxurious—he didn’t feel like he even belonged in a place like this.
He hadn’t expected it to be this big. He’d come down to find a bathroom, but now he didn’t even know where to go.
“Young man, you’re awake?” A graceful, elegantly dressed woman appeared in the distance, her demeanor gentle, with no trace of age on her face.
“Uh… hello,” Zhou Le greeted her respectfully.
Looking down, he realized he was in slippers, his toes peeking out, and still dressed in sleepwear.
Wait, when had he changed clothes? He hadn’t even noticed… No, that wasn’t the point. The point was, why was he wearing sleepwear? It wasn’t even his own. What happened to his clothes? Who… who changed him?
It couldn’t still be the class rep, right? And… did something happen beyond kissing, something even more excessive?
The more Zhou Le thought about it, the more panicked he became, until eventually, he was too scared to think any further.
“Little one, are you okay?” Xu Zhen, noticing how Zhou Le had messed up his own hair in frustration, couldn’t help but smile softly. Her gentle expression carried warmth as she said, “I’m Lu Jingran’s mother. Did you sleep well last night?”
The class rep’s mom? Wow, she looks so young.
“A-Auntie, hello,” Zhou Le quickly dropped his hand from his hair and obediently greeted her.
Xu Zhen looked Zhou Le up and down.
As expected, he was a very sweet and soft child, just like in the photos. Fair-skinned and clean-looking, though a little on the skinny side. If he gained a bit more weight, he’d be even better.
“Hello to you too,” Xu Zhen said with a smile. “Where’s Jingran? Didn’t he come down to have breakfast with you?”
Just as she finished speaking, Lu Jingran descended the stairs, holding a pair of warm slippers and a jacket.
He first noticed Xu Zhen and greeted her with a calm “Good morning.”
Then he turned to Zhou Le. “Did you find it?”
Zhou Le felt utterly embarrassed, unable to navigate his way around. “…No.”
Without a word, Lu Jingran draped a coat over Zhou Le’s shoulders, then knelt down and took off his shoes, tucking his feet into a pair of plush slippers.
Zhou Le hadn’t expected him to kneel down to help him put on shoes, especially in front of an elder. Nervously, he stammered, “Class rep, I-I can do it myself. Really, I can…”
Even Xu Zhen couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow; this was the first time she had seen her son act like this.
Before Zhou Le could protest, Lu Jingran had already finished, leaving Zhou Le’s face slightly flushed, feeling the lingering warmth of Lu Jingran’s hands around his ankles.
For some reason, images of last night popped into his head, of Lu Jingran’s arm wrapped around him, his hands and warmth resembling what he’d just felt…
Zhou Le squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to hit himself.
“I’ll show you the bathroom,” Lu Jingran said, pointing him in the right direction.
“Oh, okay.” Zhou Le practically fled, giving a quick bow to Lu Jingran’s mother before rushing off.
Xu Zhen smiled and said, “Come have breakfast after you freshen up. I made nutritious congee for you both, asked Aunt Lan to prepare it this morning. Come before it gets cold.”
Lu Jingran replied, “Okay, thanks, Mom.”
Xu Zhen winked and whispered in his ear, “Be good to him, no bullying, alright?”
“I know,” Lu Jingran replied, his eyes smiling.
