Chapter 37 – Do You Want To?

Guan Heng’s left hand found its way back to the nape of Ye Zhou’s neck, caressing it gently. He enjoyed touching Ye Zhou, as if he could repeatedly confirm that he belonged to him through this action, tightly grasped in his own hands.

Guan Heng didn’t respond with words, but took action, kissing him directly.

This time, Guan Heng no longer suppressed his nature, kissing not particularly gently, pressing Ye Zhou against the door panel, fiercely sucking on his lips and tongue.

“Mmm…” Ye Zhou grunted, nearly breathless under the kiss without any mental preparation. He hummed again, seemingly wanting to ask Guan Heng to wait, but Guan Heng didn’t give him the chance, as if deliberately trying to suck all the oxygen out of his mouth, leaving just enough so he wouldn’t suffocate, even intentionally making Ye Zhou seek out the kiss due to lack of oxygen. Ye Zhou was driven by physiological reactions, but he didn’t back down, desperately trying to snatch thin oxygen from Guan Heng’s mouth.

They kissed passionately, competing with each other, both quickly becoming aroused, their lower regions pressing against each other.

With everything out in the open and kisses reaching this level, certain things naturally happened.

But at this moment, Guan Heng suddenly grabbed Ye Zhou’s chin, forcing him to part his lips. Ye Zhou panted heavily, wanting to kiss again, but Guan Heng only brushed his lips against his, then pulled away.

Ye Zhou was confused: “Not doing it?”

By the time he realized what he had asked, it was too late. Guan Heng seemed to laugh softly, his voice light, not panting like Ye Zhou, appearing completely in control: “Doing it. But let’s restore power first.”

Guan Heng rang the doorbell to restore power, the circuit breaker had tripped, and all that needed to be done was to reset it. He hadn’t expected this incident, and for Ye Zhou to misunderstand that he was coming to kill him.

Guan Heng turned on the flashlight on his phone, found the location of the circuit breaker in the living room, and while restarting it, asked, “Why did you think I would silence witnesses by killing?”

Click, the house lit up again.

Ye Zhou met Guan Heng’s gaze, embarrassed to the point of wanting to crawl into a hole. Don’t ask, asking means suicide.

But he still answered truthfully: “Didn’t you dig a hole in the courtyard yesterday?”

Guan Heng replied: “That was clearing the drainage ditch.”

“…” Ye Zhou hadn’t listened clearly last night, “…I thought you were going to bury something, and I thought you deliberately cut off the power.”

Guan Heng probed further: “Bury what?”

After feeling guilty for a while, Ye Zhou answered: “Body parts… or evidence of a murder weapon. Isn’t the news constantly reporting dismemberment cases…”

Late at night, Ye Zhou naturally assumed Guan Heng dug the hole to bury his body.

After hearing Ye Zhou’s answer, Guan Heng’s smile deepened, walking towards Ye Zhou: “If it were me, I would have planned everything perfectly before committing the crime, leaving no evidence at the scene. And direct murder is too troublesome, it’s best to make it seem like an accident, the kind where the body isn’t even found. If during the crime, uncontrollable factors led to evidence being left behind, I wouldn’t possibly bring it home. And most importantly…”

Here, Guan Heng deliberately paused before continuing: “If you were really the only eyewitness, or accidentally discovered some evidence. I wouldn’t kill you, I would only lock you up, for a lifetime.”

Even knowing Guan Heng was joking, Ye Zhou still felt a chill down his spine from these words.

Lock, lock up… seriously? Ye Zhou’s eyes seemed to ask.

Guan Heng answered him resolutely: “Yes.”

Ye Zhou suddenly felt that his suspicions were justified; Guan Heng indeed had the potential to become a high IQ criminal.

“Scared?”

“Mm.” In fact, after Ye Zhou calmed down, he realized that misunderstanding Guan Heng as a murderer was absurd, “But you won’t do that, you’re a good person.”

Guan Heng wouldn’t really become a murderer, nor would he really do evil deeds. As he himself said, he was capable of killing without a trace, perfectly disposing of bodies, or ensuring nobody suspected him. Similar to how someone proficient in law is easily tempted by various external factors, abusing power and breaking the law, exploiting loopholes, Guan Heng faced the same choices. He stood on the brink of crossing the line, but never crossed it, which must mean he possessed higher moral integrity than ordinary people, stronger self-discipline, and powerful self-control to resist temptation. For Guan Heng, who was once a victim, achieving this was surely more difficult.

“Even if I really thought about it, I’m still a good person?” Guan Heng slowly smiled, somewhat self-mockingly, “I told you, I’m not as good as you imagine. I have selfish desires, maybe I’m just punishing those criminals under the guise of my job, satisfying my own desires.”

“But you still abide by the legal bottom line, don’t you? There’s nothing wrong with that.” Guan Heng voluntarily taught at community college, counseled convicts in prison, and amidst his busy school schedule, even guided students like Jian Huan who sought his advice. Ye Zhou believed these weren’t fake; even if Guan Heng wanted to pretend to be a saint, there was no need to go this far.

Guan Heng didn’t speak, only gazed quietly at Ye Zhou.

“…Did I say something wrong?” Under such scrutiny, Ye Zhou felt a bit uncomfortable. Guan Heng’s gaze was too naked, unlike his usual self, becoming aggressive.

But Guan Heng didn’t answer, only said: “Ye Zhou, come here.”

It was a commanding tone, not fierce, not threatening, yet carried an air of irresistible authority. Guan Heng had completely revealed his true colors.

Even though being looked at by such a gaze made Ye Zhou’s scalp tingle, he walked over without hesitation.

Guan Heng reached out, gripped the back of his neck, and kissed him.

Ye Zhou saw Guan Heng’s face clearly this time, again feeling the intensity of Guan Heng wanting to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe, and the overwhelming advantage of strength. Guan Heng’s fingers plunged into his short hair, gripping his scalp, in an extremely controlling posture. But Ye Zhou wasn’t scared at all, sacrificing himself, hugging Guan Heng’s neck and kissing back more passionately.

Even if their discussion might have dampened the mood, neither of their bodies had calmed down. With all the kissing, hugging, and touching, desire soon awoke, roaring louder this time.

Ye Zhou attempted to overpower Guan Heng, but kept being overpowered instead. He hadn’t given up control, his hands roamed over Guan Heng’s pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and tried to reach around his back when suddenly, Guan Heng caught his hand.

Guan Heng bit his tongue as punishment.

Ye Zhou grunted, belatedly remembering the crucial detail he’d forgotten.

He suddenly opened his eyes, pulling back slightly. Wait, based on Guan Heng’s confession, if he could only be on top, who would be on the bottom?

It couldn’t be what he was thinking, right?

Ye Zhou stared straight into the depths of Guan Heng’s eyes, seeing the answer clearly, helpless: “Professor Guan, you wouldn’t let me…”

Guan Heng interrupted him: “You don’t want to?”

Ye Zhou had always been the dominant partner, this indeed contradicted what he originally thought. Normally, if someone asked him this, he could firmly say no, but when Guan Heng actually asked, he found he couldn’t refuse. Ye Zhou had never liked anyone so much, even to the point of not wanting to give up despite suspecting him of being a murderer. Most fatal of all, he realized Guan Heng’s words earlier had deeply affected him, unable to say he wanted to be on top of Guan Heng.

Ye Zhou couldn’t determine if Guan Heng was playing the victim, but Guan Heng had succeeded. Ye Zhou closed his eyes, determined: “I don’t have experience, if you don’t mind the inconvenience…”

“No problem,” Guan Heng could tell Ye Zhou had relented, “I’ll help you.”

Ye Zhou still felt uncomfortable. These words were usually what he said to others, this was the first time he heard them directed at him, awkward to the extreme.

Guan Heng asked again: “Go to the room?”

Ye Zhou nodded at first, then suddenly remembered something: “But I don’t have anything at home, I’ve been single for a while.”

This wasn’t a lie. Without someone to use them on, buying lubricant and condoms would be a waste, and they would expire.

Guan Heng chuckled: “I won’t let you hurt too much.”

Ye Zhou: “…” That wasn’t what he meant, but it didn’t matter anyway.