Husband, Let Me Touch Your Abs - Chapter 176

Lu Yao didn’t expect to run into Zhao Beichuan here. Feeling awkward, he greeted him, “You’re delivering food here?”

“Yeah.” Zhao Beichuan responded verbally, but his gaze was fixed on the man standing behind Lu Yao. Just now, he had seen this person grabbing Lu Yao’s arm and even intimately placing a hand on his shoulder.

A surge of nameless anger welled up in his chest, and the hostility in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Bai Chi was also sizing up Zhao Beichuan and immediately noticed that this young man had an unusual relationship with Lu Yao. The corners of his lips curled into an amused smile.

“Oh, Xiao Lu, is this your friend?”

Seeing Bai Chi come back, Lu Yao knew this idiot was definitely up to no good. He quickly shot him a look, signaling him not to cause trouble.

Bai Chi leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Is this kid chasing you?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, he’s straight.”

“Straight? I don’t think so. Look at his fierce gaze, full of possessiveness, like he’s dying to mark his territory on you.”

That remark was way too crude. Lu Yao glanced at Zhao Beichuan from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t as exaggerated as Bai Chi said, but his expression did look rather unpleasant.

“Need me to give you a little assist?”

Lu Yao was so startled that he quickly grabbed him. “Don’t mess around!”

The moment Zhao Beichuan saw the two of them leaning close and whispering, the flames in his chest erupted instantly!

“Lu Ge, are we still filming tonight?”

“Huh? Yeah, yeah!” The ad shoot had already been delayed for several days. If they didn’t film soon, the sponsors might pull their funding.

Bai Chi asked curiously, “Filming what?”

Lu Yao felt a headache coming on and gritted his teeth. “Weren’t you going to the bar? Why aren’t you leaving yet…”

“I changed my mind. I want to see what you guys are filming. So mysterious—could it be that kind of film?”

“No! What are you thinking?” Lu Yao shot him a glare.

Bai Chi wasn’t offended. He just grinned mischievously and pinched Lu Yao’s cheek, thinking: A fire in an old house is hard to put out, so I’ll let you off just this once.

“Get lost already!”

“Okay~ This kid looks like he’s got a good physique. You’re in for a treat.” Bai Chi finished being annoying and ran off before Lu Yao could blow up at him, even patting him on the butt before disappearing in a flash.

Lu Yao’s face flushed red with anger, but since Zhao Beichuan was right there, he couldn’t say anything. He’d settle the score with Bai Chi another day!

“Ahem, are you still delivering for a while?”

“No.” Now that that guy was gone, Zhao Beichuan’s furious expression turned back to one of grievance.

Feeling a little guilty, Lu Yao scratched his head. “Then… want to go to my place now?”

“Okay.”

Since he had been drinking and couldn’t drive, Lu Yao had called a chauffeur in advance to drive his car back. Now, he stood by the roadside, waiting for a taxi to get home.

Zhao Beichuan pulled up beside him on his scooter. “It’s hard to get a cab at this hour. I’ll take you back.”

“Huh? Will we both fit?” The small electric scooter still had a delivery box attached to the back. The seat looked a little short—fitting two grown men would be a tight squeeze.

“We’ll fit. If not, I’ll squat and ride back.” Zhao Beichuan took off his helmet and put it on Lu Yao’s head.

Lu Yao imagined the sight of him squatting and riding and couldn’t help but laugh. He sat toward the back, trying to leave Zhao Beichuan as much space as possible.

He was only wearing a T-shirt tonight. The wind from riding an electric scooter would be chilly, so Zhao Beichuan simply took off his jacket and handed it to him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I’m used to it.”

Lu Yao took the jacket and secretly sniffed it. There wasn’t any strange smell, just the fresh scent of laundry detergent. When he put it on, it was a bit too big, and the sleeves completely covered his hands.

“Hold on, I’m starting off.”

Lu Yao hadn’t ridden on an electric scooter in years. Unexpectedly, it was pretty fun. The little scooter wasn’t very fast, going about 30 mph, weaving through the streets at night—it actually felt a bit romantic.

Their bodies were pressed closely together. Lu Yao could even feel the strong, steady rhythm of Zhao Beichuan’s heartbeat. When they turned a corner, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Zhao Beichuan’s waist. Through the thin T-shirt, he felt the hard muscles beneath and, emboldened by the alcohol, couldn’t resist giving them a squeeze.

Zhao Beichuan tensed up immediately, his lower abdomen tightening. He quickly grabbed Lu Yao’s hand. “Don’t move around, I’m ticklish.”

Lu Yao’s ears turned red, and he hurriedly pulled his hand back.

“Lu Ge, who was that guy just now?”

“A friend. He’s visiting from out of town for a few days.”

“Oh.” What kind of friend gets to be so touchy-feely—putting an arm around the shoulders, touching the face, and even smacking the butt…

Zhao Beichuan actually wanted to ask: What exactly is your relationship? But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Someone as outstanding as Lu Yao was bound to have plenty of admirers. He himself had no money and wasn’t particularly good-looking. To be honest, he felt quite inferior.

Besides, with his father’s current condition, now wasn’t the right time to be in a relationship. If they made things official, Lu Yao would definitely try to help him… and he didn’t want their relationship to be mixed up with too many financial ties.

But seeing Lu Yao standing with another man made his heart ache with jealousy—he wanted to rush over and beat that guy up!

Soon, they arrived at the apartment complex. Zhao Beichuan first parked his scooter back at his rental unit to charge, then followed Lu Yao upstairs.

As soon as they got home, Bai Chi’s call came in. Lu Yao glanced at it and directly hung up, sending him a WeChat message instead: “Idiot, don’t mess around. This kid is nine years younger than me, and he’s straight.”

Bai Chi almost spat out his drink. He really hadn’t noticed the age gap was that big.

“Nine years? That’s nothing. It’s not like it’s ninety. I think he’s got a great physique—wonder if he’s any good in bed.”

“……”

“Don’t be shy. Don’t you want to sleep with him?”

“You are seriously too much…”

Bai Chi could just imagine Lu Yao’s face turning bright red, which made him laugh even harder. “By the way, what exactly are you filming with him? Is it a romance-action film? Come on, fess up, or I’m coming over right now to catch you in the act.”

Lu Yao knew this bastard was capable of doing just that, so he had no choice but to explain the whole situation—how Zhao Beichuan’s father was sick and he was helping him shoot videos to make money.

“You’re being a bleeding heart again. You’ve only met a few times, and you’re already helping him start a media business? No contract, no agreement on revenue splits—what if he gets famous and turns his back on you?”

“I don’t really care about the money…”

“Heh?”

“Fine. If he turns out to be that kind of person, then I’ll just consider myself unlucky.”

Bai Chi knew Lu Yao too well. This person wouldn’t easily fall for someone, but once he did, he would give his whole heart, doing everything he could for them. Back then, Bai Chi himself had been drawn in by this— and then nothing came of it…

“Xiao Lu, in the end, even straight men can’t escape the cycle of breaking up and getting married. Just play around, don’t fall too deep.”

Lu Yao knew Bai Chi was saying this for his own good. Over the years, he had heard plenty about the things that happened in their circle.

“Mm, I know what I’m doing. You drink less and go home early to rest.”

Bai Chi thought to himself: You know my ass. You haven’t even kissed a man’s lips yet. He rubbed his forehead, silently praying that his friend wouldn’t get played.

Zhao Beichuan hadn’t eaten dinner. He had been angry all the way home, and now, seeing Lu Yao still chatting with someone, he felt a nameless irritation.

“Lu-ge?”

Lu Yao looked up. “Go change your clothes first. Wear that gray-blue shirt today, and put on some of those leather accessories from the bed.”

Zhao Beichuan said nothing and went into the bedroom to change.

A moment later, he called out, “Lu-ge, I can’t put this on. Help me.”

Lu Yao put down his phone and walked into the room, only to see Zhao Beichuan shirtless, trying to fasten a leather collar around his neck.

The collar was black, with a few silver studs on it, and a thin silver chain hanging down his chest.

Cough, cough cough… Lu Yao choked on his own saliva.

Zhao Beichuan looked up at him innocently.

“I-I’ll help you fasten it.” Lu Yao had originally planned for him to wear a shirt with leather shoulder straps, but now that he looked at it, wearing just the collar seemed even more effective.

Zhao Beichuan sat on the edge of the bed while Lu Yao stood between his legs, fastening the clasp at the back of his neck. Since it was a new leather accessory, the hole was a bit tight, and it took some effort to secure.

After fastening it, Lu Yao couldn’t help but admire his work. The collar was extremely suggestive, resting snugly against Zhao Beichuan’s Adam’s apple, moving up and down as he swallowed.

“Is it okay? Too tight?” Lu Yao’s throat felt a little dry.

Zhao Beichuan turned his head from side to side. “It’s fine.”

“I’ll show you a film clip first. We’ll follow this storyline roughly.” Lu Yao brought over his laptop and played a pre-edited segment for him.

It was a foreign thriller. In the scene, the killer had been drugged unconscious by the female lead, who then tied him up with rope and left him bound to a chair.

As she anxiously searched for a weapon to defend herself, she turned around— only to see that the killer had already stood up, the ropes somehow undone.

She screamed in terror, trying to escape, but the killer rushed forward, hoisted her up, and threw her onto the bed beside them…

Lu Yao planned to recreate this scene, tying Zhao Beichuan to a chair with a leather belt first.

“Is this tight enough?”

“It can be a bit tighter.”

Lu Yao pulled the belt tighter. “Tell me if it’s uncomfortable.”

“Mm.”

He had already cleared out the clutter from the study, leaving only a single bed behind as a prop.

Lu Yao turned off the main light and switched on a purple mood light before starting to film.

The first scene featured Zhao Beichuan wearing a mask, body bound in leather straps, slumped in the chair pretending to be unconscious. Since they needed to showcase the leather accessories, Lu Yao took some close-ups of the collar around his neck and the straps binding his wrists.

The second scene showed Lu Yao turning around, pretending to search the floor for a weapon. The shot deliberately shook to convey the protagonist’s panic and tension.

The third scene was the most dramatic— when Lu Yao turned back, Zhao Beichuan was supposed to have freed himself and be standing right in front of him. Since they were faking it, Lu Yao planned to secretly unfasten the restraints before filming and edit the shots together later.

Everything had been going smoothly— until that final turn.

When Lu Yao turned around, Zhao Beichuan had actually broken free!

Standing there, holding the belt in his hand, his gaze was dark and ominous.

Lu Yao stumbled back in shock. For a moment, he felt as though he were being stared down by a wild beast. A sharp thrill shot through him like an electric current running from his tailbone to his scalp, making his legs weak— he nearly dropped the camera and ran!

No, seriously, how did he undo the belt? Lu Yao had tied it really tight!

Before he could think any further, the world suddenly spun around him.

Zhao Beichuan had picked him up and tossed him onto the single bed beside them. Then, he loomed over him in an aggressively dominant stance, forcing Lu Yao’s legs apart with his knee.

…

Lu Yao’s breathing turned rapid, a dull ache spreading through his lower abdomen. His mind went blank as he dumbly stared at the person above him.

“Is this good enough?”

Good enough for what?

It took Lu Yao a moment to remember they were supposed to be filming.

“Y-yeah, it’s fine. You can get up now.”

Zhao Beichuan stood up, his gaze locking onto Lu Yao’s pants.

Lu Yao followed his line of sight— his “little buddy” was standing at full attention, the beige fabric of his casual pants already showing a small damp spot…

[Author’s Note]

Bro, give me a hug and tell me what’s on your mind.