EWH Extra 4

The young man not far off gave him a wave. His eyes were clear, pitch-black.

Tang Ziyan took a slow breath, nodded at Xu Wanhe, and got up to head over.

The banquet ran until after nine at night.

Since Yang Moshou kept praising how luxurious the hotel was, Xu Wanhe just went ahead and booked a suite there.

He’d stepped out earlier to take care of something. When he came back upstairs, he lifted his leg and kicked the door.

When the door opened from inside, Xu Wanhe walked in without thinking much of it.

It was not until he saw who was standing there that he realized something was wrong with the room.

For a moment, both of them froze.

Tang Ziyan had just finished showering, his hair still dripping wet.

Luckily, he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

But even if he had been naked, Tang Ziyan would not have felt embarrassed.
He had seen far worse.

Xu Wanhe, on the other hand, felt extremely awkward.

“Fuck! What the hell are you doing?”

Tang Ziyan spread his hands. “I didn’t do anything. What the hell are you doing?”

Xu Wanhe turned around to leave, cursing as he walked off. “Shit, burned my fucking eyes.”

Yang Moshou had been lying on the bed, bored out of his mind, playing on his phone. The loud thud caught his attention, and like any curious bastard, he went to check.

Unfortunately, when he opened the door, there was no one in sight.

Just as he was about to go back inside, he saw Shen Han rounding the corner at the end of the hallway.

“Hey, it’s you again…”

Shen Han paused, looking at him for a moment.

“You live here?”

“What’s wrong?”

Shen Han glanced at the room number.

“Small world. I’m staying right next door.”

They were still chatting when the door next to them suddenly swung open.

When Shen Han saw the man who walked out, he instinctively took a step back.

Xu Wanhe looked at Shen Han standing outside his door and gave a slight smile.

Tang Ziyan reacted quickly and grabbed the back of Xu Wanhe’s collar from behind.

Thanks to Shen Han dodging fast, the punch only grazed him instead of smashing into his nose.

Xu Wanhe slapped Tang Ziyan’s hand away and pointed right at Shen Han’s nose.

“Fuck you, what the hell are you doing outside my room?”

Shen Han looked a little helpless.

“Xu-ge… you are overthinking it… I was just standing here chatting for a bit…”
Even though he had long given up on Tang Ziyan, Xu Wanhe still had a deep, physical disgust toward Shen Han.

Even though he had already long given up any illusions about Tang Ziyan, Xu Wanhe still felt a deep, almost instinctive disgust toward Shen Han.

In a few steps, he grabbed Shen Han by the collar, the veins on his forehead bulging.

“Fuck you, I already wanted to beat your ass at the party. Stay the fuck away from me from now on, I can’t fucking stand you!”

Shen Han was getting a little pissed too.

“Can’t you be reasonable?”

Tang Ziyan was worried they’d both end up bloody, so he stepped in to pull them apart.

“Xu ge… that’s enough…”

Yang Moshou stood there for a long moment before snapping out of it.
He rushed over and helped drag Xu Wanhe back into the room.

It took a lot of effort, but they finally managed to haul him inside. Yang Moshou slammed the door shut with a loud bang and locked it.

Xu Wanhe stood there with his neck stretched, glaring fiercely.

“What the fuck did he say to you? Fuck! That son of a bitch! Just thinking about you talking to him makes me want to fuck your mouth bloody!”

“Quit your bullshit! Come fuck me then!”
Yang Moshou rolled his eyes and reminded him. “Keep your damn voice down, or all that pretending you did earlier will be for nothing.”

Xu Wanhe deflated like a popped balloon. He stood off to the side, silent.

Yang Moshou, still pissed from being yelled at, snapped, “Same dark skin, but why does he look like he got a nice tan and you look like you got burned at sea?”

Xu Wanhe looked heartbroken.

“Fine… Yang Moshou… I’m out there getting into fights for you and not only do you not help, you come back here and insult me instead…”

“And what about you? You go picking fights outside and come back here screaming at me!”

“Keep your damn voice down, fucker, don’t let anyone hear.”

Then he raised a hand and poked Yang Moshou in the forehead.

“I swear, you really hold a grudge.”

Yang Moshou leaned in and pinched his chest.

“So what if I hold grudges. I am planning to get revenge too.”

Xu Wanhe’s chest twitched from the touch. He pinned Yang Moshou against the wall.

“With your sorry ass… the most you can do is squeeze me to death down there…”

The two of them leaned against the wall, kissing for a while. Suddenly, Yang Moshou pushed him away and pricked up his ears.

“You hear that?”

Xu Wanhe stared at him.

“Hear what?”

A weird, mischievous smile crept onto Yang Moshou’s face.

“Next door…”

Xu Wanhe pressed his ear to the wall and listened.

Sure enough, those two fuckers next door were going at it.

Tang Ziyan was being slammed against the wall by Shen Han, and the filthy moans and words drifted over through the wall.

“Honey, your thing is so black and thick… they say being black makes you look slimmer, but this sure as hell doesn’t look slim at all…”

“…No wonder it looked impressive with clothes on, but once the pants are off, it’s a fucking cannon…”

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“Husband, I’m scared… get away…”

“No, don’t… it won’t fit… it’s gonna tear me apart…”

“Feels so fucking good… mm…”

“Harder… ah… I love it… right there… yeah, right there again… husband… you’re so damn precise…”

“Fuck me to death… ah… ah… fucking kill me…”

Yang Moshou screamed loudly, voice hoarse from the effort, yelling so dramatically that Shen Han started going soft. In the end, he really could not take it anymore, and had to pull out.

“Sorry…”

Shen Han wiped the sweat off his face, feeling miserable.

“What the fuck is going on next door?
Xu Wanhe must be fucking impotent now.
I can’t deal with this shit… even I went soft…”

Tang Ziyan turned around, panting lightly.
His ears were burning red, his eyes still wet.

“Let’s just switch hotels…”

Shen Han buried his face in Tang Ziyan’s neck, soaked in sweat.

“This is seriously the worst.”

In the room next door, two bodies, one pale and one dark, were tangled up on the big bed, fucking like animals.

Yang Moshou’s face was flushed red, nipples glistening and lewd, legs spread wide, his hard cock bouncing with every thrust.

“Husband… it feels so fucking good… fuck me… fuck me to death…”

Xu Wanhe’s scalp went numb.
At first, he felt a little embarrassed hearing him shout like that, but as time went on and the pleasure built, he stopped caring and just pounded into him harder.

“Fuck you to death… fuck you to death…”

“I am dying… gonna die… husband… it feels too good… I don’t want to die…”

Yang Moshou’s throat was raw from screaming, but he held on, switching positions a few times while Xu Wanhe kept fucking him hard. He came twice before it finally ended.

Xu Wanhe came even more. Condoms were scattered all over the place, and later on he didn’t even bother using them, just came inside Yang Moshou over and over.

Afterward, they laid on the bed talking.

“You think those two next door were eavesdropping on us…”

“Eavesdropping? Shit, even with their ears covered they could still hear everything.”

“You think they’re jealous of how long you can last?”

“Who knows. But they’re definitely jealous of how good we are together. Let them be jealous. I am generous. I won’t hold it against them.”

Yang Moshou did not even have the strength to lift his leg and kick Xu Wanhe.

“Xiao Mei… my ass is so sore…”

Xu Wanhe was lying next to him, completely drained.

“You are doing fine… my dick’s skin is rubbed raw…”

Yang Moshou let out a dry laugh, looking completely wrecked.

“When it comes to fucking, practice makes perfect. Even an iron rod can get ground down to a needle inside the ass.”

Xu Wanhe buried his face in the pillow, stretching out a hand to give him a tired thumbs-up.

“You’re a real poet. I like it.”

Yang Moshou honestly did not know what was so poetic about that. He was about to tease him when he suddenly remembered Xu Wanhe was basically illiterate. That thought made his heart ache a little. His expression softened, and he pulled him into a tired hug.

“You have a great body. I like that too.”

Xu Wanhe struggled to roll over and hugged Yang Moshou back, face full of smug satisfaction.

“Soulmates, huh…”