CH 34

I Am Unilaterally Announcing...

Translated by boilpoil

Edited by boilpoil

The hotel worked efficiently; the owner lady was really seductive when rolling her eyes; the themed rooms were exceptionally well-equipped.

Yet, why does he still feel so… You know?!

CEO Murong, sitting on the king-sized bed in the hotel, is still wallowing in his failure to catch his partner.jpg

‘At least the light was dim and suggestively hued. My sunglasses didn’t shatter, so it should be safe,’

So thinks the slightly dejected Murong Jihua, as he lifts up the bangs in front of his forehead,

‘… If news came out tomorrow of Murong Jihua and his partner getting a room, and fell sprawled on the ground, the bossy CEO can officially retire. What face will I have to continue courting Su Xiaomo?’

The man sighs and looks around him.

It’s no exaggeration to say this themed room is absurdly authentic.

A highly oriental royal theme…

From the Emperor’s chair to his jade desk, to the bookshelves and the four treasures of a study (TL: Paper, brush, ink, inkstone);

The elegant, extravagant architecture, the candlelight by the west window, the sparkling luminous pearl (replica)…

It really does feel a little bit like he’s transmigrated to Dynastic times.

Murong Jihua went about the room and his gaze drifted about for a while, before he’s finally resolved himself to stare fixedly at He Jünle, currently sleeping all sprawled on the bed.

The guy was completely dazed at best when thrown off the stairs. The moment he touched the bed he fell back asleep again… A talent, of sorts?

Meanwhile, the bed.

Eight feet of red silken curtains on a bed of regal golden blankets. It really does look like it’s one used for…

That.

He Jünle is currently sleeping while still in his simple white shirt plus black suitpants. Despite the slight discrepancy with his surroundings, Murong Jihua is more still taking in the entire impact of the vibrant colour clashes.

——Especially when the bright colours contrast with the whiteness of He Jünle’s skin. His long, slightly curvy eyelashes, and his short, refreshing haircut lightly brushing at his forehead.

‘Stop stop! What the hell am I thinking!’

Murong Jihua slaps his reddened cheeks, trying to calm himself by thinking, ‘think of what’s important. When he wakes up, how should I speak… eh?’

Under Murong Jihua’s very eyes, He Jünle, after furrowing his brows slightly, flutters his eyelids open, almost like the wings of a butterfly.

Murong Jihua gulps and stands back up, looking slightly awkward, “bro, you’re awake? Uh, I have something I need to discuss——Mm?”

He Jünle looks off.

Murong Jihua’s senses say so, and he stops.

He Jünle looks completely casual as he slowly straightens himself up on the bed, yet Murong Jihua can clearly see that his eyes are out of focus. He looks like…

Murong Jihua goes, “oi oi, are you still drunk?”

He Jünle does not answer directly, but his suddenly widened eyes and dramatic performance next is the best answer to Murong Jihua——

The young man first took in his surroundings with a slightly unrealistically saddened expression, before pulling on Murong Jihua’s collar to tremblingly say,

“My beloved fei, beloved fei, (TL: Fei is a rank of the concubines of the Emperor’s harem in Dynastic times), do not leave me like so!”

“…?”

He suddenly lets Murong Jihua go, then immediately begins pacing about the room. Occasionally raising his head with a gloomy face to observe the stone dragon sculpture on the ceiling, and every so often lowering his head to cry in silence. CEO Murong is completely stupefied, just standing in place.

All until He Jünle raises his arms to cry out——”Heroes rise with the times, and yet time flies and none are young anymore. My Great Le Dynasty! It is gone! I really have shamed my many ancestors! I will not accept this, will not accept this!”

“Hoho… Do not take the young wolf lightly. One day, I shall fight, and take back everything that is rightfully mine! Wait and see, how I defy the Heavens!”

Murong Jihua “…”

What should he say, maybe he can applaud?

Oh Jesus, for someone to actually behave like this when drunk!

He should record this, immediately, to show his dear Mo-er her great brother He’s eighth-grade true self.

・

Anyway, Murong Jihua has had enough of this ridiculous drunken charade, especially with such a good-looking face. A few videos are fine, but then he clamps on the person’s shoulders to bring him to bed, shaking him while saying,

“Alright, wake up now, look, it’s me——The, um, Su Xiaomo’s boyfriend! Your rival in love. Remember me? Stop playing about I have a favour to——”

He is suddenly interrupted from speaking.

As his rival in love leans closer, and suddenly devours his lips in his own mouth.

——!!!

Murong Jihua’s brain has crashed entirely. His vision is suddenly black and white, see-through. From the yellow of the bed, to the red of the curtains, and He Jünle’s reddened features from his drunk state——

They have all disappeared.

Before his brain can even register the fact that his first kiss was taken——He Jünle’s tongue deftly rolls up and his teeth grab onto Murong Jihua’s puffy lips.

Put more simply, he was bitten.

And the perpetrator leaves behind only an “I shall rend the sky” and falls back to sleep on his side.

“… …”

“Who, the, hell, let, you, treat, my, fucking, mouth, as, your, damned, dental, toy?!”

Murong Jihua brushes away the bloodstains on his lips with his finger, and leans forward, to lock He Jünle under his arms, saying,

“Pretty bossy of you, huh? And you’ll remember nothing when you wake up either. This shaoye was going to talk, but this bite-before-anything attitude of yours, is making me feel like a fait accompli might not be out of the question.”

He pats on He Jünle’s cheeks with the back of his hand, and says,

“Say, I’m always so unlucky whenever I’m with you. Shouldn’t you make it up to me?

If you don’t say anything, I’m gonna assume your consent?”

The very bad wolf who is clearly bullying a drunk has been granted his desired response——That is, no response, and happily leans back to search through his pockets.

Perhaps it fell out on the stairs——In any case, the well-prepared, simplistic diamond rings are gone, and somehow, there is just the pair of,

Cartoon rings (TL: The Doraemon ones? Le gasp! He actually bought them, the madman!).

“Sss…”

Murong Jihua can feel his face contorting already, but He Jünle seems to be waking back up soon, rolling to the other side as well.

‘… It’ll be worse if I wait until he wakes back up. It’s fine. Cartoonish or not, the deed must be done!’

Murong Jihua has made his resolve, and quickly leans back closer, and grabs He Jünle’s long fingers, stuffing the ring right into the ring finger.

Then, he puts his own hand, ring also in place, right next to it, and makes their fingers cross each other——

Snap snap snap.

“Butler Cui?”

“Yes, shaoye?”

“I have some photos. I want the entertainment channel to loop these on repeat for the next 24 hours!”