Don’t Ignite It chapter 10
Secret Affair
Golden Feast Hotel, Room 1907.
Xia Yu stood at the door for quite some time, hesitating, but never knocked.
It has to be said that Lu Zhao was considerate in this regard. He deliberately booked a relatively remote hotel, a suite no less, with very few guests on this floor, ensuring good privacy. It meant less trouble for him.
He didn’t know if Lu Zhao had arrived yet, but the scene of standing in the hallway like this stirred up some not-so-good memories.
Many times in the past, he had stood in the hallway like this, ready to ring the doorbell of a hotel room.
Back then, he was still in college, much more lively and spirited than now. When he came, he always had a good mood. Although it was just a casual hookup, he selfishly felt like it was a date.
Sometimes, he arrived first and lay on the bed watching TV, or he’d selfishly order dessert while waiting for Lu Zhao to arrive. When Lu Zhao came, he would intentionally kiss Lu Zhao, leaving a taste of cake and cream on his lips.
Lu Zhao always wrinkled his brow in disdain.
But he never rejected his kisses.
Xia Yu originally thought he had long forgotten these details, and he didn’t even want to think about Lu Zhao.
But now, standing in the hallway, the cold, bright light shone down from above, and the floor was covered in dark-colored carpet, feeling as if he were walking on air with no solid ground to stand on.
Past memories were vividly in his mind, and his stomach unconsciously began to ache.
Xia Yu almost wanted to turn and leave.
But he couldn’t act on his thoughts.
Because the door opened, even though he hadn’t pressed the doorbell, the door opened.
Twenty-nine-year-old Lu Zhao stood behind the door, wearing a black bathrobe, looking like he had just taken a shower, with slightly damp hair. Water droplets slid down his locks and dripped onto his collarbone, then down his chest.
Compared to the daytime Lu Zhao, he was a bit less serious and a bit more seductive.
Lu Zhao reached out and pulled Xia Yu in.
The door to the hotel room closed.
“You’re here, why didn’t you knock?”
Xia Yu looked up at Lu Zhao, feeling a bit breathless for no apparent reason. His chest felt heavy, but he didn’t want to speak or show any signs of nervousness. He let Lu Zhao lead him further inside.
Lu Zhao took him into the bedroom.
Once they arrived here, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The soft, light gray king-sized bed, with two pillows, clearly indicated what would happen here.
Lu Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Xia Yu. He was still wearing a gray windbreaker, lips tightly sealed, not looking like someone who came for intimacy, but more like someone here for a confrontation with a rival.
After some thought, Lu Zhao applied a bit of force, causing Xia Yu to fall onto his lap.
He wrapped one arm around his waist and used the other to cradle his face.
The two of them got very close, almost able to see each other’s eyelashes.
Xia Yu’s eyes weren’t purely black; they had a hint of brown. In the sunlight, they would look like the color of honey, making him always appear innocent.
Now, those deep brown eyes stared at Lu Zhao unwaveringly.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn’t. He just pursed them, looking nervous, and briefly licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.
Lu Zhao watched him for a moment, then leaned down to kiss him.
This kiss was very gentle, displaying a lifetime of patience. He lightly teased Xia Yu’s tongue, but he still maintained control over him.
His tongue parted Xia Yu’s lips, delving deep into his mouth, the kiss gentle yet invasive, exploring every inch.
Xia Yu initially resisted, his hand gripping Lu Zhao’s back, crumpling the black bathrobe, then relaxing, and finally, his hand weakly slid down, encircling Lu Zhao’s waist.
He could smell the scent of the shower gel on Lu Zhao’s body, a faint sandalwood fragrance.
He could also hear his own heartbeat.
After so many years, he still felt something when Lu Zhao kissed him.
But when the kiss ended, Lu Zhao released him, and his gaze was clear.
Xia Yu looked up at Lu Zhao.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes moist, clearly showing signs of being emotionally moved, but he had no expression, and his gaze remained unchanged.
He seemed calmer than when he had entered the room a while ago.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Xia Yu said, standing up from Lu Zhao.
He didn’t avoid it deliberately, simply starting to undress in the bedroom. It began with his coat, then his sweater, jeans, until finally, his alabaster-like body was revealed under the soft lighting.
His skin gleamed with a porcelain-like luster, his hair was slightly long and very soft, with a natural curl at the ends. He looked beautiful and charming, shedding his youthful innocence and exuding a sense of superiority.
Seeing Lu Zhao looking at him, he smiled and said nothing, walking into the bathroom.
More than half an hour later, he emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe similar to Lu Zhao’s, just a size smaller and in white.
He casually dried his hair and tossed the towel aside. With three or four steps, he walked over and climbed back onto the bed.
Underneath the white robe, he had nothing on. His slender legs brushed against Lu Zhao’s knees. One of his hands rested on Lu Zhao’s shoulder. His wet eyes sparkled, and his lips were rosy and soft, accentuating his fair complexion.
His hand moved to the collar of Lu Zhao’s robe, gently pulling it down. But halfway through, he stopped.
“You can still change your mind now,” he said, gazing at Lu Zhao with a pair of fox-like cunning eyes.
“Lu Zhao, I don’t really care, but with your bad temper, don’t regret it if I sleep with you and then feel like carrying the title of a secret lover is too unpleasant.”
Lu Zhao stared at Xia Yu in silence.
This time, he didn’t attempt to reconcile with Xia Yu.
The reason he agreed to maintain this secret relationship with him was because he realized that Xia Yu was serious when he said he didn’t want a divorce.
But he still wanted Xia Yu, to the point where it hurt his heart.
From this moment on, he lost his right to choose, and both his principles and pride turned to dust.
Even if he really went after the Xu family and forced Xia Yu to divorce Xu Zhan, Xia Yu could still choose not to love him.
No amount of power could change a person’s heart.
He was well aware of that.
Lu Zhao didn’t say anything; he just held Xia Yu’s hand on his chest and kissed it in the palm.
“I’ve said it before, the only thing I regret is making you marry Xu Zhan.”
He lifted his head from Xia Yu’s palm, his gray-blue eyes like unchanging glaciers.
“Since I’ve agreed, you can do anything to me.”
This statement was undeniably tempting.
Xia Yu’s fingers twitched.
He lowered his gaze slightly, locked eyes with Lu Zhao for a few seconds, and then suddenly withdrew his hand.
But the next moment, he straightened up, leaned forward, pressed Lu Zhao’s shoulder, and kissed him.
In the midst of the kiss, he breathed heavily and planted a kiss on Lu Zhao’s ear.
“Then hold me,” he hoarsely whispered.
Lu Zhao’s gaze darkened.
He embraced Xia Yu’s shoulders and pressed him into the soft gray sheets.
When held by Lu Zhao, Xia Yu’s mind was filled with a multitude of bizarre and surreal images.
In fact, it wasn’t even late in the day yet. When he had just left the art gallery, the sky was still bright, and it should only be early evening outside. Yet, here he was in a strange hotel, having an affair with his old lover.
Considering his upbringing and manners over the past years, this was actually quite out of character for him.
Xia Yu unconsciously let out a soft moan.
His fingers curled together, long and slender, pampered and delicate, with joints displaying a faint rosy tint, like blush on white jade.
He had sweated a lot, and his facial skin was all glistening. His lips were moist as if coated with lip gloss, soft and rosy.
He couldn’t help but bite his lip and uncontrollably call out Lu Zhao’s name.
He tilted his head to look at Lu Zhao, his vision somewhat blurred, yet he could vividly trace the contours of Lu Zhao’s brows and eyes in his mind.
After a while, he propped himself up, leaned back, and kissed Lu Zhao’s lips.
The kiss was too intense, and he even tasted a hint of a metallic tang.
A ray of light seeped through the crack in the window, confirming that it was indeed evening outside, with the last glow of the setting sun fading away.
Inside the room, however, it was shrouded in darkness.
The atmosphere was ambiguous and oppressive, with only a few bedside lamps casting a dim light and projecting a pair of shadows on the wall.
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Xia Yu hooked his arms around Lu Zhao’s neck, feeling like he was about to melt from the heat radiating from Lu Zhao’s body.
He was clearly immersed in this maddening passion, yet at this moment, a trace of his mind was separated.
He thought about the three years of a pure and ascetic life.
He had believed that his heart was free from desires.
But it turned out that none of it could withstand this moment of indulgence.
If Lu Zhao had shown even a hint of affection three years ago, even in the form of charity or pity, Xia Yu would never have escaped from Lu Zhao’s grasp for the rest of his life.