From a thousand shots to collapsing from a single one, only the currently inebriated Chen An could understand the disparity between the two.
Only now this man is an utter drunken mess, lying on the bed without a wink of consciousness.
‘He is certainly different from the Old Fox in this aspect. That Old Fox had never once gotten drunk from drinking.’
To think that it was just one glass; just one glass was enough to take this man down. This man’s drinking tolerance can’t get any worse.
Going to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of vodka, Ivanov then sat by the bedside and threw back a mouthful of his glass. The heady sensation of strong liquor fused with the fragrance of grain mellow was pleasant enough that it makes one want to wrinkle their eyes.
‘An?’ Ivanov couldn’t help but find the sight of the man sound asleep on the bed amusing. He could have let the staff take Chen An back to his own cabin but Ivanov had the sudden thought that this man was entertaining.
According to the intel, Chen An is a man who couldn’t be any more ordinary. The only note of interest was the fact that he tried to commit suicide a few months ago by slitting his wrist. The reason seems to be because of his bankruptcy.
A man who is broke and has fallen into deep despair.
But the reality seems to be telling a completely different story; the man is so self-confident that his eyes are almost growing at the top of his head*. Plus, there was also the fact that Chen An had the money to go on a leisure tour.
Laying aside his vodka-filled crystal cup gently near the headboard, Ivanov placed his finger lightly on to Chen An’s shoulder. His fingertip then delicately traced down the linen-clad arm from the shoulder to finally clasp Chen An’s left wrist.
On his left wrist there was a watch. Ivanov removed it and raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the still clearly visible scars revealed on his wrist. It seems like the information was accurate; this man did try to commit suicide before.
But Ivanov found it somewhat difficult to keep his attention focused on the topic of ‘suicide’. With his fingers touching Chen An’s wrist, he could feel that other than those scars, the man’s wrist felt frail and supple.
People of the East have such delicate skin; like the jade stone they favour so much, it was as smooth and as cool to the touch.
Ivanov followed down Chen An’s wrist to wrap his hand around his palm. It wasn’t a large hand and it was soft. His five digits are slender with finely defined joints – looking at this man’s hand, one couldn’t deny that he has a pair of beautiful hands.
Ivanov couldn’t resit a second touch… And as though he suddenly swallowed a fly, he dropped Chen An’s hand hastily and shot up from the bed. He grabbed his wine glass again and finished it in a gulp.
‘I must be going crazy!’
He molested a man with second-rate looks and a mediocre body and even felt a trace of a reaction. Had he become insatiable lately?
Even if this fellow named Chen An share some personality traits with that Old Fox, they are clearly two different people.
Or had he become so thirsty that he would feel the irresistible urge to get on top of anyone who shares even a miniscule similariy to the Old Fox?
Annoyed by his own sudden impulsive urge, Ivanov swift left the bedroom to the living room, leaving the drunk Chen An behind.
He should go look for two gorgeous Ukraine beauties to drink with and do some appropriate workouts to release some steam; he doesn’t want to feel a reaction to just any Tom, Dich or Harry.
As for that Old Fox…
Argh, that Old Fox better be dead. Otherwise, if that man was to ever fall into his clutches, he would viciously, ruthlessly, f**k him to death!
Back inside the bedroom, the drunken Chen An mumbled incoherently as he turned over. Wrapped up in the blankets like a silkworm, he continued to snore peacefully in sleep.
For the man who was drunk for the first time in his life, he slept like the dead with half his head buried in soft blankets. As the setting sun ocean as the room descended slowly into darkness.
Ivanov have not returned and neither have Chen An woken.
In the quiet of the cabin, the tightly closed cabin door was pushed steadily opened from the outside. A human shadow sneaked into the room without a sound.
The man gently adjusted his earphones that was transmitting his partner’s voice. ‘Although Ivanov is still in the indoor pool with a few women, we must still hurry. Ding Sheng, be careful’.
‘Got it’. Speaking in a low voice, a young man dressed in pitch-black that blended seamlessly into the night stepped into the cabin soundlessly.
After surveying the four corners of the room warily to ascertain that there was no one else, Ding Sheng took out a small flashlight from his bag and started searching the living room rapidly.
When he was still unable to find what he was looking for after searching for some time, he shifted his attentions to the semi-opened bedroom door.
Ding Sheng strode over swiftly and with a gloved hand, gently nudged the door opened to slip inside in a flash.
From a thousand shots to collapsing from a single one, only the currently inebriated Chen An could understand the disparity between the two.
Only now this man is an utter drunken mess, lying on the bed without a wink of consciousness.
‘He is certainly different from the Old Fox in this aspect. That Old Fox had never once gotten drunk from drinking.’
To think that it was just one glass; just one glass was enough to take this man down. This man’s drinking tolerance can’t get any worse.
Going to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of vodka, Ivanov then sat by the bedside and threw back a mouthful of his glass. The heady sensation of strong liquor fused with the fragrance of grain mellow was pleasant enough that it makes one want to wrinkle their eyes.
‘An?’ Ivanov couldn’t help but find the sight of the man sound asleep on the bed amusing. He could have let the staff take Chen An back to his own cabin but Ivanov had the sudden thought that this man was entertaining.
According to the intel, Chen An is a man who couldn’t be any more ordinary. The only note of interest was the fact that he tried to commit suicide a few months ago by slitting his wrist. The reason seems to be because of his bankruptcy.
A man who is broke and has fallen into deep despair.
But the reality seems to be telling a completely different story; the man is so self-confident that his eyes are almost growing at the top of his head*. Plus, there was also the fact that Chen An had the money to go on a leisure tour.
Laying aside his vodka-filled crystal cup gently near the headboard, Ivanov placed his finger lightly on to Chen An’s shoulder. His fingertip then delicately traced down the linen-clad arm from the shoulder to finally clasp Chen An’s left wrist.
On his left wrist there was a watch. Ivanov removed it and raised his eyebrow slightly when he saw the still clearly visible scars revealed on his wrist. It seems like the information was accurate; this man did try to commit suicide before.
But Ivanov found it somewhat difficult to keep his attention focused on the topic of ‘suicide’. With his fingers touching Chen An’s wrist, he could feel that other than those scars, the man’s wrist felt frail and supple.
People of the East have such delicate skin; like the jade stone they favour so much, it was as smooth and as cool to the touch.
Ivanov followed down Chen An’s wrist to wrap his hand around his palm. It wasn’t a large hand and it was soft. His five digits are slender with finely defined joints – looking at this man’s hand, one couldn’t deny that he has a pair of beautiful hands.
Ivanov couldn’t resit a second touch… And as though he suddenly swallowed a fly, he dropped Chen An’s hand hastily and shot up from the bed. He grabbed his wine glass again and finished it in a gulp.
‘I must be going crazy!’
He molested a man with second-rate looks and a mediocre body and even felt a trace of a reaction. Had he become insatiable lately?
Even if this fellow named Chen An share some personality traits with that Old Fox, they are clearly two different people.
Or had he become so thirsty that he would feel the irresistible urge to get on top of anyone who shares even a miniscule similariy to the Old Fox?
Annoyed by his own sudden impulsive urge, Ivanov swift left the bedroom to the living room, leaving the drunk Chen An behind.
He should go look for two gorgeous Ukraine beauties to drink with and do some appropriate workouts to release some steam; he doesn’t want to feel a reaction to just any Tom, Dich or Harry.
As for that Old Fox…
Argh, that Old Fox better be dead. Otherwise, if that man was to ever fall into his clutches, he would viciously, ruthlessly, f**k him to death!
Back inside the bedroom, the drunken Chen An mumbled incoherently as he turned over. Wrapped up in the blankets like a silkworm, he continued to snore peacefully in sleep.
For the man who was drunk for the first time in his life, he slept like the dead with half his head buried in soft blankets. As the setting sun ocean as the room descended slowly into darkness.
Ivanov have not returned and neither have Chen An woken.
In the quiet of the cabin, the tightly closed cabin door was pushed steadily opened from the outside. A human shadow sneaked into the room without a sound.
The man gently adjusted his earphones that was transmitting his partner’s voice. ‘Although Ivanov is still in the indoor pool with a few women, we must still hurry. Ding Sheng, be careful’.
‘Got it’. Speaking in a low voice, a young man dressed in pitch-black that blended seamlessly into the night stepped into the cabin soundlessly.
After surveying the four corners of the room warily to ascertain that there was no one else, Ding Sheng took out a small flashlight from his bag and started searching the living room rapidly.
When he was still unable to find what he was looking for after searching for some time, he shifted his attentions to the semi-opened bedroom door.
Ding Sheng strode over swiftly and with a gloved hand, gently nudged the door opened to slip inside in a flash.
