Qi Yue quickly made several dishes, simple yet plentiful: honey-glazed char siu pork, Lao Gan Ma potato cubes, fish-fragrant eggplant, braised lion’s head meatballs, pork rib and kelp soup, plus cold cucumber salad and green beans.
Two tables were set: one for Yan Bin’s subordinates in the main hall of the house. Qi Yue sat with Yan Bin’s group at another table in one of the rooms.
The team was full of big men, and Qi Yue made generous portions, all served on large plates. For the tableware, Qi Yue even placed a delicate bowl of soup beside each person. It looked refined and made people feel instantly hungry.
Yan Bin had a presence; his gaze was sharp. Even though he actually wasn’t looking in his direction at all, Qi Yue still felt a little guilty.
Maybe because Yan Bin was there, or maybe because they had things on their minds, Han Fei and Lin Yuze, who usually praised Qi Yue’s cooking, were eating very politely.
Qi Yue stole a glance at Yan Bin. The other man’s expression didn’t show anything, but he should think it tastes pretty good, right? Lowering his eyes, he looked at the soup in front of him, feeling resentment mixed with nervousness. After carefully recalling everything, he confirmed there was no way the other man could know, but he was still tense, all the excitement from earlier completely gone.
Yan Bin broke the silence: “Who are you going with later?”
Han Fei picked up a potato piece and said, “Let Liren and Liqi go.” The two of them were brothers with good skills, and Liren was especially rare, he had a restoration ability.
Lin Yuze opened his mouth: “I’ll go too. I can sense the situation inside.”
Qi Yue was surprised; he didn’t expect him to volunteer. Han Fei also didn’t understand why this kid suddenly wanted to help.
Only Yan Bin seemed to understand. It looked like the suggestion at the door had tempted him. He probably wanted to prove his strength.
Yan Bin nodded in agreement and said to Han Fei: “Little Fei, take him with you later.”
Han Fei nodded. “Okay.” Then he stuffed two big mouthfuls of rice in his mouth, downed his soup in one go, smacked his lips in satisfaction. This kid Qi Yue was obedient and his cooking was good too.
He said to Lin Yuze: “You done? Let’s go now.” It was already past three; they needed to hurry.
Lin Yuze looked at Qi Yue and said, “En, let’s go.”
“I’m going too.” Qi Yue was nervous; he thought Lin Yuze would stay.
“We’ll just take a look and come right back. You didn’t sleep all night yesterday, stay and rest.” Han Fei immediately rejected his proposal.
“I slept plenty in the car. I’m totally fine now.”
“You don’t need to go. Too many people will cause trouble.” This time it was Yan Bin speaking. They were just checking the terrain and the situation inside; more people would cause issues.
Qi Yue immediately deflated. Seeing the two about to walk out the door, he quickly called out. “Wait.”
Qi Yue looked at Lin Yuze with a complicated expression. He knew the man had great skills and strong abilities, but he still couldn’t rest easy. From his small kitchen, he took out two bags of food and handed them to Han Fei. One was small steamed buns made in a tiny steamer; the other was a mix of random ability-restoring foods.
Han Fei took the items, and the two of them hurried off one after the other.
Through the window, Qi Yue watched the group of four get into the car and drive farther and farther away until they disappeared.
You left this young master behind, just wait, I’ll make you regret it. Qi Yue turned around angrily.
He sat back at the table. Across from him, Yan Bin was calmly picking up food. Glancing at the untouched bowl of soup, still exactly as it was when served, made Qi Yue anxious. Why wasn’t he drinking it? Qi Yue shoveled tasteless rice into his mouth.
“Bin—” Qi Yue couldn’t say it. His mouth opened and closed, lips moving slightly.
“Bin—” Seeing the man look at him, his scalp tingled. “Brother Bin, the soup is getting cold. Drink it while it’s hot.” Seeing the man frown slightly at his words, he quickly added, “Is it that my cooking doesn’t suit your taste? Brother Bin, what do you like to eat? I can make something else.”
Yan Bin was a little surprised. This boy was truly contradictory. He said, “No need. This is fine.”
He drew out the soup spoon, lifted the bowl, and brought it to his lips. Some strange images flashed in his mind.
Two naked bodies tangled together. The one on top tilted his head back in pleasure, face filled with lust, hips moving continuously and that person was him. His gaze followed the image downward, and shockingly, the one beneath him was this beautiful boy in front of him.
Their bodies were tightly connected; his hardness was thrusting in and out of the boy’s bright red little hole. The boy lay beneath him, writhing impatiently. He could almost hear the other’s tempting moans in his ears.
Qi Yue saw the bowl at his lips but still not drinking and asked, “What’s wrong? Brother Bin?”
Yan Bin snapped out of it and looked at the boy’s slightly urgent face. His features were exquisite, especially those narrow eyes that made a person feel something. D*mn it, he never looked at the boy this way before. Why did he suddenly find him seductive? His □ was even starting to stir.
Feeling his mouth go dry, he was about to drink the soup when he noticed kelp inside and instantly felt disgusted. He put the bowl back down.
He was about to drink it, why did this happen? Qi Yue didn’t understand and felt unwilling that his plan was ruined. He carefully suggested, “I’ll go heat a fresh bowl. It might have cooled a bit. Soup tastes better hot.”
Yan Bin’s dark eyes fell on him. “All right.”
The direct gaze made him nervous; the atmosphere felt heavy. Qi Yue lowered his head, avoiding eye contact, and headed to the kitchen.
From his special little kitchen space, he took out a small pot of pork rib and kelp soup, heated it on the stove, ladled out a bowl, then immediately returned the pot into his space, such important stuff couldn’t be accidentally drunk by someone else.
All sorts of wicked scenes kept replaying in his mind. He originally bought this “just in case,” never expecting it would actually come in handy.
When he walked back in, he found Yan Bin no longer at his seat. He was lying on the big ** beside the table, eyes closed. Qi Yue narrowed his eyes, looked at the table, the soup bowl was empty; the ribs and kelp were all gone.
“Brother Bin, Brother Bin,” he called softly. No reaction.
That shop never said the drug would make someone fall asleep. What was going on? He paid a hefty price! Without showing anything outwardly, he put away the bowl in his space and quietly closed the door.
With a click, the door locked from inside.
He slowly walked forward, nudged the man lying on the **, and whispered, “Hey, boss, wake up, don’t sleep.”
No reaction. It looked like it really was a side effect of the drug.
He stretched out his index finger and touched the man’s lips, sliding slowly. Yan Bin looked very masculine, giving off a cold aura.
His finger moved down from the Adam’s apple, continuing lower. He reached out both hands and began unbuttoning the man’s shirt: one button, then another. Half-open was enough; no need to take it all off. He pressed the man’s abs and felt jealous.
Yan Bin lay there without moving; his □ was already hard, forming a tent.
The images that flashed earlier had rattled him. He had been a picky eater since childhood; though he changed a lot as he grew, he never ate kelp. Frowning, he had dumped the bowl’s contents into the corner by the bed. Qi Yue’s attentiveness felt abrupt, he never intended to drink it.
He lay on the ** with his eyes closed, letting the stirring below settle. But hearing the boy’s soft calls made it excited again. Then, unexpectedly, when he didn’t respond, the boy locked the door.
He wanted to see what this boy planned to do. Why was his hostility so strong? Who sent him?
But what happened next truly tested his patience.
Qi Yue was fiercely struggling with the belt at the man’s waist. He pulled down the zipper, then decided to yank both the pants and the □ underneath down at once.
Seeing the huge thing between the man’s legs stand upright made Qi Yue a little stunned, he must have foreign blood! So big. And the drug worked way too well.
He smacked his lips and swallowed. Once he was done with him, let’s see how he dares act arrogant again, how he dares sleep with women again, let’s see how that pair of adulterous dogs can still cling to each other.
When buying the drug, the seller said it would keep a man hard for at least three days. He would be gone by then anyway. It was a pity though, the rest of his stash was in Han Fei’s space.
Standing by the bed, Qi Yue took off his pullover, unbuckled his belt, and stripped □’s clothes clean off.
Between his legs, little Qi Yue was still limp. It wasn’t his fault, he really couldn’t get hard for someone like this man.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Yan Bin’s legs, avoiding looking at him. In the apocalypse, men being with men was common, but this really wasn’t his taste. Tall, huge, bronze-skinned, all muscle, look too much and you’d go soft even if you got hard.
With eyes closed, he held his own little Yueyue and stroked himself, completely unaware that the man lying before him had already opened his eyes and was staring at him.
