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How To Thank You For Saving Me 救命之恩無以爲報

Author

Retrospect

Publisher

CP/長佩文學

Translator

ECirce

Editor

Chen Ai

Chapter 1

Warning:

!!!This chapter contains adult & NSFW content. Please make sure you are above the age of 18 before proceeding!!!

Yan Zhuo was completely hammered.

When he woke up, he was laying on the couch of the club, pants

dangling on his knees, barely on. And some guy had been touching his private

parts over and over. The busy hand was quite thin and fair with some bulging

veins, might be because he’s been at it for a while.  

There was no response.

The guy was starting to think that Mr. Yan just can’t “do it”, but

he still didn’t give up. Carefully, he lowered his head and stuck his tongue

out, anxiously wanting to lick the tip, he was pushed away.

He quickly glanced at Yan Zhuo, a bit taken aback by Yan’s vague

smile, didn’t know what he was supposed to do next.

Zhuo licked his molars, trying to taste last night’s craziness, not

at all in a hurray to pull his pants up. Then, he grabbed the guy’s collar and

pulled him down, closer to him. As he was slightly tilting his head onto the

left hand, which was setting on the couch’s armrest, his right hand hooked

behind the guy’s chin, tilting the guy’s face to the left, then right, as if

examining some goods.

Huh, looks like two or three years younger than him.

There was always rumours about his taste in younger people, that he

didn’t like older guys, so when people are trying to get into his pants, they

tend to look younger. But they keep coming, after a while, it’s exhausting.

Just like this time.

He got back to the country only yesterday, and today, somebody’s

licking his junk. Though he might want to praise this person’s social skill,

what a speed in getting this info. Yan Zhuo chuckled a bit, then pressed a

b.u.t.ton on the wall, pulled up his pants, made himself look decent.

Not long after, the waiter from this bar came up, dragged the

sobbing guy away, as if he’d done this a million times.

Now that Yan Zhuo had got out of that mess,

he still felt swimming. He picked up the coat and went upstairs only to find

out, upon entering the room, that he had not even turned off the television. He

entangled his fingers into his hair, as if venting to his hair all the

annoyance caused by that silly man. Ruffling it into a complete mess, Yan Zhuo

sneered in frustration. After going into the bathroom to get rid of the

alcoholic stench, he stepped out barefoot, casually rubbing his hair with a dry

towel, with occasional glances at the screen.

They were broadcasting an award’s night. Yan

Zhuo suddenly spotted a familiar face as the camera turned. Shen Ji’s s.h.i.+rt was

properly done up to the top b.u.t.ton, as tightly postured as his complexion, lips

hard pressed into a thin line without the slightest hint of a smile. He looked

so sharp and smart, yet so thoroughly, enticingly stoic. Yan Zhuo’s glance

closely followed Shen Ji, not daring to look away even for a blink, yet the

camera swept past him and settled on a celebrity who had recently been the

public’s favourite.

Yan Zhuo waited for more than half an hour, but the camera did

not go back there until the end of the live. He stirred, realizing that all

this waiting was kind of pointless, yet just as he reached out to turn it off,

the frame s.h.i.+fted. The host was on interview with a few invited guests, the

first of them being Shen Ji, Chief Executive Officer of Zhao Xi Entertainment

Ltd.

Yan Zhuo pressed his sapped lips. Shen Ji’s

voice in there was neither hesitating nor rushed, but enticingly husky. Shen Ji

was scanty of words, but every sentence he directed at you was cold enough to make

the distance clear. Suddenly Yan Zhuo felt like all the sparks of that burning

l.u.s.t he suppressed deep down was pouring out from all over his body, setting it

on fire even though it had just emerged out of water.

He spreaded his legs apart, exposing fair

thighs from under that dressing gown, which now only covered the parts below

the belly. He couldn’t care less about his current posture, being under the

cover of that white dressing gown; he only kept his eyes on Shen Ji on that

screen, fully dressed in black tie. So d.a.m.n stern, yet so d.a.m.n seductive. Yan

Zhuo put his right hand under the gown. Only the watery substance off his

finger tips and interrupted sighs occasionally leak out a sound or two. Yan

Zhuo had only one word in his mind, and it was Shen Ji.

As his motion intensified, the interview on

screen came to an end. Now on that screen was a complexion strange to Yan Zhuo.

Delicate, fair, of the same gender, and younger, yet the blood boiled up by

Shen Ji now went straight down to the sole. He cursed under his breath, but he

was not feeling much down there.

So you are being picky. Mumbled Yan Zhuo. Yet

he was already sweeping the lockscreen aside and dialed his emergency contact.

After two buzzes followed ‘the user was busy, please dial later.’ Yan Zhuo bit

his lip. He should have expected Shen Ji to hang up on him. He fished out a

voice recording in his phone and started looping.

The deep and melodious voice belonging to

Shen Ji was within touch. He put his legs on the footstool, his bottom on the

edge of the bed, completely exposing everything, and his underwear dropped to

the floor. Still fumbling, he reached for his phone and pressed Shen Ji’s

WeChat. He hovered over the video call option as he mindlessly rubbed his

finger on the sensitive skin. His breathes were disrupted, wondering if he was

being a bit too s.l.u.tty, so he resorted only to “press to speak”.

The WeChat icon of Shen Ji was a white blank

picture, but even from there Yan Zhuo could spy all that he fancies, and his

breathes intensified just for that. Shen Ji would be able to hear him. The idea

rushed the blood in his brains all the way down to the bottom. He bit his lips

as sighs developed into continuous moaning under his breath.

‘Nnh…’ His toes curled up in satisfaction, as

the pleasure hovered for another fleeing moment. And then he spoke, voice still

hoa.r.s.e but smug, “Even if you hang up on me.”

Putting aside that boiling impulse, Yan Zhuo

enjoyed an undisturbed sleep as he comfortably spread on the bed. After the

bombardment of messages was completely ignored by Yan Zhuo, said person resorts

to a bombardment of calls. Yan Zhuo did not even bother to stir his eyelids but

pulled his phone under the blanket, presses listen, and spoke in a m.u.f.fled

voice, “Fxxk off if you’ve got nothing better to do this early in the morning.

You’re driving me insane.”

Ning Yao smirked on the other side, “I am

doing exactly that. I have told you long ago, don’t mess with Shen Ji, or who

else do you think will have to clean up your mess?”

Yan Zhuo still found it funny at first before

his mind was set in motion and recollected everything left out earlier in that

sleep. Shen Ji?! He sit up in a snap. He sent him a voice message last night.

Ning Yao was still chattering non-stop. Yan Zhuo palmed his

forehead, hanged up, and opened the chat with Shen Ji. The 14-second voice

message he sent last night at 11.34 was successfully sent. He swallowed,

pressed that message in an attempt to recall it. After seeing the notification,

he threw his phone onto the bedsheet and wrapped himself under it. He really did

mess up this time.

A tiny line of notification written in grey was

right under that voice message.

‘Shen Ji’s account is private. You are not

his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend request. You can only start

conversation after your request is accepted.

Translator’s Note Words:

All NSFW chapters are posted on Tumblr.

It’s my first attempt of translation, so there might still be a ma.s.sive amount of errors. I as translator will keep trying my best to work with editors (and the editor for this chapter is amazing), but if there’s any language problem about this translation that you absolutely cannot stand then please point it out in the comment.

Conventional surname-followed-by-first-name translation of names. Mostly transliteration based on PinYin.

Although the first chapter is NSFW, the novel as a whole (just about short of 30 chapters) may not be as s.m.u.tty as you’d thought (surprise!). There’s going to be more focus on character interactions and revealing of background stories in chapters to follow.

I hope you enjoy the read!