Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 51

Xia Zhiqi gulped down the bread in a hurried manner, but what he swallowed was not just the bread; it was also Yu Zuojin’s prayer under the tree.

Feeling a coolness at the back of his neck, Xia Zhiqi asked, “Did you open the window?”

“No.”

Xia Zhiqi muttered to himself, realizing he might be underdressed. He adjusted his collar and remained unaware of the cold and distant gaze fixed on him.

If only he could be hanged him upside down on the tree and made to spit out the bread.

With everyone present, the dinner table quickly became lively, as the youthful blood carried an indomitable energy.

It was as if the youths were forever full of vitality, their blood boiling with passion.

Chu Weitian was usually bad-tempered and had a sour expression. With his dyed blonde hair pulled back, he looked incredibly cool. But tonight, he restrained himself considerably.

Everyone disregarded his delinquent image and came to join the meal, their faces wearing smiles.

Three bottles of champagne were immediately ordered.

Upon hearing that they were going to drink alcohol, everyone became a little excited. At the tender age of seventeen or eighteen, alcohol was like forbidden fruit, evoking great curiosity.

In simple terms, rebellion meant the more they were prohibited from doing something, the more they wanted to do it.

However, Chu Weitian also knew that these classmates were different from his gang of friends. Some were disciplined and well-behaved students with boundaries.

Even the head master had lectured him extensively before they came, reminding him not to treat them with the same attitude he had when hanging out with his delinquent friends.

Since everyone was giving him face, it wouldn’t be appropriate to force drinks on them. Ordering champagne was just to give it a try, not to drink excessively. With three bottles of champagne divided among twenty-two people, it amounted to a small half-glass per person. Although the alcohol content was twice as high as beer, it couldn’t do much harm when consumed in moderation, especially when it tasted so good.

Sheng Yuan looked at the bubbly yellow liquid in his glass.

To tell the truth, as someone who had always been a model student, excelling academically and receiving numerous awards, he had never consumed alcohol before.

Not that he hadn’t been curious. Mainly, he lacked interest. He had seen classmates using alcohol as a means to relieve the stress of studying, but his preferred method of stress relief leaned more toward playing games.

But there’s a first time for everything in life, and he didn’t resist. He lifted the glass to his mouth and took a sip.

His eyebrows raised.

The taste was different from what he had imagined. It was quite enjoyable, with a refreshing sensation on his palate.

Having finished a small half-glass without feeling much effect, he licked his moist lips, making them appear even more alluring with a slightly reddened hue.

He wanted more.

At that moment, a new glass of champagne was pushed in front of him.

It was from the person sitting beside him, the one with slender fingers holding the glass.

Sheng Yuan looked at Yu Zuojin and asked, “Aren’t you drinking?”

Yu Zuojin replied, “Take it.”

Only then did Sheng Yuan remember that Yu Zuojin was probably not yet eighteen. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Sheng Yuan playfully said, “Little Yu, you’re such a good boy.”

Yu Zoujin still had a cold face and remained silent.

However, Sheng Yuan had praised him, so he didn’t refute it and accepted the “good boy” persona that Sheng Yuan assigned to him.

He used to despise being called that by others.

But when Sheng Yuan called him that, he didn’t mind at all. In fact, he wanted to solidify a good impression in Sheng Yuan’s heart.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t drunk alcohol before, he has been drinking it for a long time. He would occasionally buy beer and drink it.

He had also tried various types of wine and champagne before he ran away from home.

He gave the champagne to Sheng Yuan simply because he knew Sheng Yuan enjoyed it.

He didn’t know how to treat Sheng Yuan well as he had never liked someone before. But as long as Sheng Yuan liked him, he would give him whatever he wanted.

However, Yu Zoujin was single-minded and lacked judgment. If Sheng Yuan liked something, he would go to great lengths to obtain it for him, regardless of whether it was good or bad for Sheng Yuan. As long as it satisfied him, he would give it to him.

The two glasses of champagne disappeared, leaving only droplets clinging to the glass walls.

After finishing their meal, everyone went to the karaoke room next door to sing. The dim lights, sofas, and carpets were scattered with people.

Sheng Yuan felt a slight headache and a burning sensation throughout his body. His face gradually showed the reddish hue of alcohol intoxication.

The private room was filled with excitement, and Wang Xiaoming sang “Drunken Butterfly” on stage, causing a flurry of chaotic applause.

“Why can’t I fly out~ of this ~ flowery world ~ it turns out that I am a ~ drunken butterfly ~”

The sound system projected the voice into the room, only to be bounced back by the walls.

The loud noise irritated Sheng Yuan’s ears. He felt hot all over, as if he were trapped in an airless box and didn’t want to stay any longer.

He sat on the carpet, his intoxicated gaze fixed on the dark purple ceiling lights.

He realized that he had forgotten to take Yu Zoujin for milk tea.

Yu Zoujin sat on the sofa behind him, and when Sheng Yuan leaned back, Yu Zoujin lowered his eyes to look at him.

Sheng Yuan tilted his neck backward, resting his shoulders on Yu Zoujin’s knees, and said:

“Yu Zoujin, gege will take you.”

In the dimly lit private room, he still appeared radiant. His eyes sparkled with an unquenchable light that no darkness could erase.

When he leaned back, he exposed the graceful curve of his neck, like a swan floating on a lake.

Curious, Chu Weitian asked, “Where are you going?”

Sheng Yuan turned his head to look at him, his voice casual yet firm, and chuckled, “Elopement.”

The words hit Yu Zoujin hard.

But everyone else thought Sheng Yuan was just joking.

Sheng Yuan took Yu Zoujin and left the hotel room. The cool autumn breeze brushed against their foreheads, carrying away the heat. Sheng Yuan felt refreshed; he was so hot right now that he could even do without a jacket.

Yu Zoujin looked at Sheng Yuan.

“You’re drunk.”

Sheng Yuan paused. “Am I?”

He realized that he was indeed somewhat drunk. He reached up and touched his wind-blown hair.

“I guess so.”

He might be considered drunk, but that couldn’t stop them from getting milk tea.

Sheng Yuan was just emotionally excited, but his mind was clear. He suddenly understood a saying: A man is three parts drunk, able to make you cry. Before losing consciousness due to intoxication, no matter how much he drinks, he still retains some degree of reasoning, although he tends to act impulsively.

The night breeze was cool, and Yu Zoujin walked ahead, blocking the wind. Sheng Yuan lifted his flushed face and looked at the tall figure ahead that was shielding the wind for him.

Understanding dawned on him.

‘So, we’re having a race?’

And that’s how the two of them walked, each one trying to get in front of the other, all the way.

Yu Zoujin: “…”

Looking at Sheng Yuan, who was inexplicably triumphant and insisted on enjoying the breeze, Yu Zoujin struggled for a long time, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

The two arrived at the 24hr milk tea shop, which, as its name suggested, was open 24 hours a day.

The shop was small, with only a single order window. Sheng Yuan asked Yu Zoujin to wait for him on the street.

After five minutes, he returned with two cups of different flavored pearl milk tea in his hands.

“Which flavor do you want?”

One was strawberry, and the other was vanilla.

Yu Zoujin had no interest in sweet things, and he wasn’t particularly fond of either of these flavors. He randomly chose the vanilla one.

Sheng Yuan instantly smiled with joy. “I love strawberry the most.”

Yu Zoujin’s eyes widened, and his brain instantly became somewhat congested. He stared at Sheng Yuan.

‘Cute.

Truly cute.’

His ears turned red, and he inserted the straw into the milk tea, taking a big sip while suppressing his emotions.

He and Sheng Yuan leaned against the wall on the side of the street. There weren’t many pedestrians around the school at night, and it was a stark contrast to the bustling scene during the day.

Yu Zoujin wasn’t talkative, but Sheng Yuan spontaneously brought up a topic.

“The play was very successful today.”

Yu Zoujin recalled the image of Sheng Yuan bending over on the stage, and he nodded slightly.

Sheng Yuan asked him, “Did gege perform well?”

Yu Zoujin remained silent for a moment before nodding.

“When you were backstage, did you also think I would kiss Chu Weitian?”

Sheng Yuan chuckled before Yu Zoujin could answer.

Without waiting for Yu Zoujin’s response, he continued, “I wouldn’t kiss him. If I were to kiss someone, it would be the person I like.”

His tone was lighthearted, recounting the previous commotion as if it were a trivial matter. Then he turned his gaze towards the person beside him.

“Yu Zoujin, close your eyes.”

A gentle breeze blew, causing the yellow leaves scattered on the street to flutter.

The wind brushed against Yu Zoujin’s face, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

Sheng Yuan’s face was like a peach blossom, his smile radiant as he looked at him.

–If I were to kiss someone, it would be the person I like.

Sheng Yuan had confessed his feelings for him the first time they met.

“Close them,” Sheng Yuan urged lazily, his voice tinged with intoxication.

Yu Zoujin quickly closed his eyes. His well-defined facial features were deep and three-dimensional, like a sculpture crafted by an artist, pleasing to the eye. His hand that hung by his side clenched tightly into a fist, his heart pounding loudly, beat after beat, deafeningly resonant.

He felt somewhat nervous, his breathing became erratic, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

He listened to the faint sound beside him, his excited heart pounding.

Sheng Yuan slowly approached him, and he could feel the other’s breath right in front of him.

Gulp—

Yu Zoujin frowned upon hearing the sound and opened his eyes, only to see Sheng Yuan take a big sip from his milk tea through the straw.

Yu Zoujin: “…”

Sheng Yuan succeeded and grinned, “It tastes pretty good, give me another sip.”

Yu Zoujin’s face turned dark, and he pulled the milk tea back.

Sheng Yuan insisted, “Just one more sip!”

Yu Zoujin refused.

He had gotten so excited like an idiot, while Sheng Yuan simply wanted to taste the bubble tea.

Sheng Yuan held his wrist and said, “It’s delicious, just one more sip.”

Yu Zoujin looked into Sheng Yuan’s expectant eyes.

After awhile, he brought the milk tea cup to Sheng Yuan’s lips, his head slightly lowered as he looked at him.

“Slowly,” he uttered in a rough and hoarse voice.

He was telling him to drink slowly.

Sheng Yuan sipped through the straw, not stopping until the cup was empty.

Yu Zoujin wasn’t annoyed either. Sheng Yuan gave him the remaining half cup of strawberry milk tea and said, “You drink this, it’s also quite tasty.”

As he said that, he remembered something.

“With such a great figure, you must rarely indulge in sweets, right?”

Before Yu Zoujin went on stage, his physique had aroused a lot of admiration in the changing room.

Chest muscles, abs, and the V-line that most people couldn’t achieve through exercise.

He patted Yu Zoujin’s waist and abdomen through his clothes, “How did you train yourself?”

Yu Zoujin didn’t answer.

Drinking milk, helping with unloading goods at work, and fighting.

Of course, he couldn’t tell the truth.

Sheng Yuan was slightly intoxicated and had lost his senses. He lifted the hem of Yu Zoujin’s shirt with a flick of his finger, examining the muscle lines of his waist and abdomen.

Yu Zoujin leaned against the wall with his head lowered, allowing him to lift it, not uttering a word.

At this moment, a few adults came from a distance, dressed in suits and carrying briefcases. It was obvious they were office workers on business. One of them was clearly drunk, and upon seeing Sheng Yuan pressing Yu Zoujin against the wall and lifting his shirt, an alarm bell rang loudly in his mind!

School violence!

Just as Sheng Yuan was about to touch Yu Zoujin, a sudden force on his wrist pulled him half a meter away from his original position.

Sheng Yuan: ???

Who teleported him back?

The office worker spoke up with a sense of justice, “What are you doing to your classmate? Are you bullying him? You’re all classmates, how can you do this? Lifting someone’s clothes, are you planning to touch him next?!”

Then they turned to Yu Zoujin and said, “The world is unsafe nowadays. Boys should also be cautious outside, or else it’s easy to be taken advantage of.”

Yu Zoujin’s face turned as dark as the night.

I advise you to mind your own business!