Han has been drugged!

The lavish decor made this place even more enticing than any five-star hotel. Many people liked to find a companion for the night and spend intimate hours here.

Han followed behind Kevin, heading to a room on the top floor. This was Kevin’s private lounge, where lush, artificially cultivated greenery stretched their leaves with vibrant vitality.

Tulips could be seen everywhere, their petals tightly closed at this hour. Yet, this did not diminish their ornamental value in the slightest.

Not far away, an absurdly large bed rested obediently in the corner. At first glance, it was clear—this was entirely Kevin’s taste!

A white carpet in the center matched perfectly with the deep blue, oversized sofa. Kevin set the bottle of wine down on the coffee table and beckoned Han over.

He urged him to come sit, while he went to the bar to fetch glasses. Soon, he returned with two wine glasses.

With a grin, he declared, “See! Fine wine deserves a gentleman!” He poured two glasses, handing one to Han.

Lounging lazily on the sofa, he savored the wine with an air of contentment. Turning his head, he gently clinked his glass against Han’s.

When Han turned to look at him, Kevin exclaimed cheerfully, “Cheers! Haha!” Han said nothing, merely raising his glass to drink in silent agreement.

The two of them sat there, accompanied by Kevin’s constant chatter. They sipped their drinks while soft music played in the room—a style utterly different from downstairs, yet somehow, it miraculously soothed the restlessness in Han’s heart.

Calming himself, Han watched Kevin, who was lost in his own world. Suddenly, Han felt an urge to draw Kevin into his own world! But he couldn’t do that.

At that moment, in the dimly lit street, two figures were furtively conferring about something. A deep voice spoke first, “How did it go?”

While talking, he kept a wary eye on his surroundings. The other replied, obvious glee in his voice, “Heh! Don’t you trust me to handle things? I watched him drink it myself! With that stuff, he’s in for it!”

He gave a lewd, sinister laugh. The deep voice sounded again, “Good. When will it take effect?”

The other man chuckled nastily, “Heh! A few more hours—about the time he leaves, it’ll kick in! Heh heh!”

He rubbed his hands together, itching with anticipation. “Don’t get any ideas! The master wants him!”

The warning was cold and ominous. In this alley, a dark plot was brewing. The sound of footsteps echoed—tap, tap!

The two exchanged glances, then quietly slipped away from the alley. Under the dim streetlights, in the silent night, everything heralded the coming of a storm.

Han and Kevin, both thoroughly drunk, sprawled in the darkness. Han, still half-dazed, gazed at Kevin, who was already dead to the world. With a faint smile, Han pressed a kiss to Kevin’s forehead.

Then he collapsed beside him, sinking into deep sleep. In the pitch-black room that night, their bodies nestled close together—Han had no intention of going home tonight.

He and Kevin slept together in the enormous bed. It wasn’t their first time sharing a bed, so Han didn’t find anything amiss. They rested in the warmth of the room.

In the middle of the night, Kevin, deep in slumber, felt something blocking his mouth. The hot, moist sensation on his lips forced him awake.

Who was it? Someone was pressing him down, growing bolder by the minute, their hands already roaming over his body!

—End of Chapter Note—

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