Don’t Ignite It chapter 67

That’s good

It didn’t take much effort for Xia Yu to find Lu Zhao’s car. He got in, and Lu Zhao, who had one hand on the steering wheel, seemed lost in thought. When he saw Xia Yu getting in, as if he had rehearsed it a million times, he turned slightly, placed a hand on Xia Yu’s neck, and gave him a kiss.

“Did you have a good time at the party?” Lu Zhao asked.

“It was okay. There were a lot of familiar faces, and Jiang Ti was there too,” Xia Yu replied absentmindedly.

He seemed a bit tired, and he didn’t say much during the drive. But when they arrived at Lu Zhao’s place and got into bed, he suddenly seemed to come alive, becoming a seductive and alluring presence.

He looked down at Lu Zhao, who was sweating and had messy hair sticking to his forehead. He looked far from composed, and all his usual seriousness and coldness were gone. He was just a man consumed by desire.

Xia Yu wasn’t in much better shape himself, feeling like a shrimp that had been steamed, his whole body flushed.

He pressed Lu Zhao’s hand against his own face.

He gazed into Lu Zhao’s eyes but seemed distracted in this passionate and sensual moment.

A few days ago, Xia Yu had run into Lu Yuan. They had bumped into each other at an art exhibition. Lu Yuan had accompanied his college friend to the exhibition, and when the friend had to leave for some reason, he had ended up staying for dinner with Xia Yu.

Of course, Lu Yuan knew that Xia Yu was now in a relationship with his brother.

So he also told Xia Yu something.

During his third year abroad, Lu Zhao had seen a therapist for an extended period. He had suffered from chronic insomnia, depression, and had gradually lost his sense of perception and pleasure in things around him.

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment, as if afraid that Xia Yu would think less of his brother. Then he continued, “But he got better later. My brother is a highly disciplined person, and after his diagnosis, he was very cooperative with his treatment. He took medication, saw a therapist, and he said he didn’t want to come to you in a terrible state.”

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Xia Yu gently lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Lu Zhao’s.

He found it hard to imagine that Lu Zhao had also faced psychological issues and had been unable to move on from the past, even turning a blind eye to physical injuries.

Lu Zhao had left an impression of being too powerful, as if nothing could faze him. Even though Xia Yu knew that those three years had been tough for Lu Zhao, he had never imagined that they had left such a profound shadow on him.

In Lu Zhao’s treatment process, what kept coming up repeatedly was the day of his wedding with Xu Zhan.

In Lu Yuan’s words, it was Lu Zhao’s inner demon.

“Because that was his last chance to hold onto you, but he let go when he shouldn’t have,” Lu Yuan said. “He couldn’t recognize his true feelings, didn’t have time to apologize or make amends, and he watched you marry someone else. For a long time afterward, he kept thinking, if he had woken up a little earlier and rushed to your wedding to admit his mistake, would you have run away with him?”

Lu Yuan fell silent for a long time after telling Xia Yu about his brother’s past. He felt the pressure of revealing this history to Xia Yu.

But he asked Xia Yu, “Would you have run away with my brother?”

In front of everyone, in front of the tender and caring groom, abandoning their wedding vows, defying the eyes of family and friends. Xia Yu didn’t answer that question.

But at this moment, in the dim and ambiguous bedroom, he kissed Lu Zhao passionately once more.

Before midnight, Lu Zhao finally drove Xia Yu back home.

Xia Yu was currently staying at his family’s home, and Xia Jin had also moved back with his wife and daughter. Even though Xia Yu had the freedom to date Lu Zhao, he couldn’t be too reckless with so many people around.

Dressed neatly, Xia Yu stood inside the garden gate. The seductive and enticing allure he had displayed on the bed was now hidden beneath his shirt. Only his fair and soft skin was on display, with moist eyes and slightly swollen lips hinting at a lingering ambiguity.

Lu Zhao seemed reluctant to leave.

Now he understood why young people in love would wait under their lover’s window, even if their date was set for 9:00, they would want to be there by 7:00.

He was like that now.

He would see Xia Yu tomorrow.

But he couldn’t bear to part with Xia Yu for even a second.

Xia Yu seemed to sense what Lu Zhao was thinking. Even though the garden gate was closed, he stood on his side of the iron railing and gestured for Lu Zhao to come closer.

Lu Zhao took a step forward and was pulled closer by Xia Yu, who tugged at his shirt. They shared another kiss through the railing.

If it were not for May, the garden’s railing would have been covered in roses.

Xia Yu chuckled, “We’re like a pair of high school students in a forbidden romance.”

Only high school students had curfews.

And here he was, twenty-six years old, receiving the same treatment.

But he could tell that Lu Zhao was even more impatient. With a smile that was more mischievous than not, his eyes slightly raised at the corners, like a cunning little fox, he playfully stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.

Lu Zhao’s gaze darkened.

His thumb pressed firmly against the corner of Xia Yu’s mouth, as if trying to quench the fire in his heart.

He said, “If only I were really eighteen, I’d take you away with me.”

Being carefree and reckless was a privilege of youth. He would have held Xia Yu’s hand without a care in the world, taken him on any train, and traveled to the ends of the earth.

“But I was only fourteen back then,” Xia Yu smiled, “I didn’t even understand what it meant to be in love with you.”

That was true.

Lu Zhao seemed to be genuinely considering it. “Then you’d have been my child bride. I’d have worked hard to support you, and after work, I’d take you to the amusement park. When you turned eighteen, I would have told you what it meant to like someone.”

Xia Yu couldn’t stop laughing.

Lu Zhao rarely had such unguarded moments, where he spoke nonsense in all seriousness. But Xia Yu loved even Lu Zhao’s rare moments of frivolity.

He reached through the railing and hooked his finger with Lu Zhao’s.

Then he obediently separated from Lu Zhao and hurried into the villa.

It was a bit cold outside, and as he suddenly entered the warm interior, his body couldn’t help but shiver.

Xia Jin had heartlessly closed the door, showing no intention of inviting Lu Zhao in, almost to the point of wanting to tell Lu Zhao to leave through the window.

However, Xia Jin slowly approached, observing Xia Yu’s reddened nose and frosty appearance, yet his face was filled with an undiminished smile. He asked in a soft voice, “Did you enjoy the date?”

Xia Yu was momentarily taken aback.

He looked up at Xia Jin and spoke the truth, “I had a great time.”

Xia Jin’s eyes softened for a few seconds, but he quickly regained his usual expression.

He said, “That’s good.”