PD Chapter 12: Buzz Buzz Buzz

Wen Xunchuan leaned his elbow on the bar counter, supporting his head with his hand, as he tilted it slightly to look at him. “You’re…hard.”

“Ah.” He Linzhou responded nonchalantly, though it should’ve been something to be happy about. Still, he felt a bit embarrassed. Mainly because the one making him react this way was Wen Xunchuan—a guy who, it seemed, was even better at kissing than him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Wen Xunchuan was still watching him, saying nothing.

Under this atmosphere, He Linzhou’s scalp tingled with awkwardness. He turned his head towards Wen Xunchuan, looking slightly displeased. “Do you want me to start praising you or something?”

Wen Xunchuan’s gaze held a hint of confusion. He asked, “Hmm?”

He Linzhou gave him a sidelong look. “Should I send you a banner tomorrow? ‘Doctor Wen’s medical skills are miraculous, as good as Hua Tuo reborn!’”

Wen Xunchuan continued to rest his head on his hand, his expression blank, as if he hadn’t caught on to what He Linzhou was saying.

He Linzhou couldn’t be bothered to explain any further. He pointed to the empty beer bottle in front of Wen Xunchuan and said, “You just came out of the hospital last night, and today you’re drinking this much? What, do you think you’re invincible?”

Wen Xunchuan didn’t move, keeping his posture, his lips pressed together as if he had no intention of speaking.

After a while, he furrowed his brows slightly, raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose tiredly, and said softly, “I think I’m drunk.”

He Linzhou stared at his face in silence for a moment, then sighed, “You’re not the one who’s drunk; I am.”

Feeling that he’d sobered up enough, He Linzhou removed his jacket from his lap, stood up, and positioned himself in front of Wen Xunchuan. “Come on, miracle doctor, they’re about to close.”

Wen Xunchuan rubbed his ears with a frown, saying, “I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

He Linzhou didn’t bother with any more words. He reached out, grabbing Wen Xunchuan’s arm to pull him off the high stool. Unexpectedly, he stumbled slightly himself, and Wen Xunchuan also staggered.

Luckily, he quickly steadied himself by grabbing the bar counter’s edge with both hands, preventing himself from embarrassing himself in front of Wen Xunchuan.

Still, the situation didn’t seem much better.

They were now face-to-face, standing so close that his arms, resting on the counter, brushed against both sides of Wen Xunchuan. This gave He Linzhou the brief illusion that he was holding him in his arms. Wen Xunchuan, looking a bit dizzy, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. After a moment, he lowered his head, resting his forehead on He Linzhou’s shoulder, his warm, alcohol-scented breath lightly brushing against He Linzhou’s neck.

The subtle teasing made He Linzhou’s mind wander, recalling the sight of Wen Xunchuan’s exposed pale waist as he turned his back to him earlier.

He lifted the hand resting on the bar counter, placing it gently on Wen Xunchuan’s waist. He looked down at Wen Xunchuan’s slightly reddened ear, suddenly feeling the urge to kiss that flushed tip.

Before the thought could last a second, he immediately felt disgusted by his own odd, naive idea, shuddering with goosebumps.

…Damn.

How much did this guy drink? Even just a kiss left such an effect.

Feeling a bit chilled by the thought, he quickly let go.

But just then, Wen Xunchuan raised a hand, hooking it around his neck, pulling him back to the original position.

Wen Xunchuan looked up, his drunk, affectionate gaze locking onto He Linzhou’s eyes. His tone was slightly provocative. “Going out, baby?”

He Linzhou instinctively avoided his gaze, awkwardly answering, “Yeah…going out.”

Wen Xunchuan seemed uncomfortable with his collar being too tight; he casually tugged at it, let out a slow hiccup, then turned to ask, “Where to?”

“…Home.”

In truth, He Linzhou, who was burning with unwanted arousal, kind of wanted to find a hotel and test if his recently recovered, long-lost ability was working properly. But seeing Wen Xunchuan, dead drunk and slumping in his arms, he reconsidered.

For a casual hookup, mutual consent was essential. He never thought of himself as a good person, but he wasn’t the type to take advantage of others either.

He Linzhou half-dragged, half-supported him towards the door, asking as they went, “You live in that neighborhood from this morning, right?”

Wen Xunchuan frowned, muttering, “Buzz, buzz, buzz…”

“I’m asking where your place is. What’s with the buzzing?”

Wen Xunchuan pointed to his ear, leaned close, and shouted, “Can’t hear! Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

“Ah—!” He Linzhou tilted his head back, rubbing his ear, stinging from the sudden loud shout. He cursed, “I can hear, damn it!”

He finally managed to stuff Wen Xunchuan into the passenger seat of his SUV. Not expecting a drunk to remember to buckle up, He Linzhou leaned over to help him with the seatbelt.

Wen Xunchuan, half out of it, leaned forward and gave He Linzhou’s forehead a quick, sloppy kiss. For the first time in his life, He Linzhou found himself kissed on the forehead and was momentarily stunned.

He looked up at the drunk man before him, lifted his hand to grip Wen Xunchuan’s chin, raised a brow, and asked, “What are you trying to do?”

Wen Xunchuan’s brows knitted in slight displeasure as he pushed He Linzhou’s hand away and defiantly held his jaw instead, his drunken eyes glaring at him.

Seeing his flushed cheeks, He Linzhou found it amusing. He shook off Wen Xunchuan’s hand and bent down to fasten the seatbelt, muttering, “You’re way cuter drunk than sober.”

Straightening up, he fastened his own seatbelt, started the car, and began to ramble to the man in the passenger seat. “Hey, do you actually have feelings for me?”

“One moment, you’re lining up to buy me breakfast; the next, you’re going around telling people we’re a couple.” He drove, his mind wandering. “Then, you act weird again, like you’re having a mood swing.”

As he pondered this, his expression shifted to one of sudden realization.

He turned to glance at Wen Xunchuan, feeling more certain of his thought.

“You know, you’re acting like those little boys in elementary school. They like a girl, so they pull her pigtails for attention. Tch, childish.” He Linzhou chuckled and asked, “With that temper of yours, if we really ended up together one day, would you rage at me for fun?”

Wen Xunchuan had his forehead pressed against the car window, staring blankly out into the night, clearly not listening.

Watching his profile in the rearview mirror, He Linzhou sighed inwardly. Forget it; with a face like his, a bad temper was a small price to pay.