Chen Ming stared at the devil lord, wanting to see through the man's act. Just what the heck did this person eat in such a short time for him to behave this way?
Sitting on his lap? Please, he would rather die!
He sneered and turned around, wanting to open the door and enter the solitude wardrobe once again. But just as he moved and turned around, a thick layer of fog covered up his waist and legs, pulling him backward despite him not moving a muscle. It almost felt as if the man was using his foggy magic to make him walk backward.
Wait, this is man handling!!!!
What the fuck?!
Veins popped on his forehead as he took a deep breath, getting ready to punch on the man's face.
At this time, even he didn't realize how he was walking because he wasn't really putting up any effort. Thus, the middle-aged man showed a surprised expression on his face as he said, "He can do moonwalk?"
"Of course." Gao Wen scoffed. "Why should my fiance, the person I'm going to tie the knot with, be as boring as me?"
Chen Ming's face was full of black lines as his fingers curled up to form a fist, wanting to punch it right in the man's face. But before he could do anything, he had already sat on the other's lap, comfortably at that.
Chen Ming was surprised as a hard thing touched his butt, making his eyes widen. But before he could say anything, the devil lord grabbed the man's chin and lightly kissed the youth's lips, shutting him up.
Just then Chen Ming's mind burst out with multiple complicated emotions full of questions.
One side was cursing nine generations of the devil lord (if he had one for that matter) while the other side of his brain wanted to fight back, get the power of his body returned to him so that he could have one-on-one with him! Another side of his heart felt so disgusted that he wanted to scrub off his lips right then and there!
There was one small, narrow hint of emotion that liked it all. Why do you ask? He was kissing the man whom he kissed for the first time! Gao Wen could possibly be a straight man's male crush for Chen Ming!
Of course, there was no way Chen Ming would admit to even himself that he liked the kiss more than feeling disgusted. To him, being straight as a pole was his identity, and he didn't want to jump into the pit of an identity crisis, thank you very much.
Even if he became gay (let's say for the argument's sake), he would still be very much a man. He just would end up falling in love with another man of the same age.
Of course, he wasn't against gays. It was just that it wasn't who he was. All that identity crisis bullsh*t made him feel suffocated rather than liberated. Instead of thinking of something productive, his colleagues back in his hometown were rather worried about whether they were feeling 'good' about the current new identity they got for themselves.
Oh please, Chen Ming wasn't satisfied with his life itself. Should he just jump off a building and die?
If he continued to listen to what his mind and emotions had to say about his lifestyle and even his gender, he would go bald with so much burden at such a young age!
Even though his lifestyle was utterly boring and without any social life, he was at least living a healthy life. In the mornings, he would do yoga before rushing to the office with his homemade breakfast. While returning, he would take a long walk toward the bus station for more exercise in the evening. When he returned home, he would even listen to positive affirmation videos and yogic chants that calmed his mind down.
You know, these ways felt way better than going with the flow of his mind. He had always been a dog among sheep, not wanting to go with the flow.
Wait….. Why was he thinking about his boring lifestyle when being kissed?!
Not that he hated his lifestyle…. It was just that there wasn't anyone to add color to his life, making him feel as if he were repeating every single day.
The kiss was only there for half a second, but in that half a second, Chen Ming thought of so many things that his entire mind got muddled as he looked at the other, completely puzzled.
The middle-aged man coughed to attract the attention of the two men, saying, "Well then, I should go."
"Mr. Li." Gao Wen's voice suddenly turned cold in a matter of a few seconds from warm and teasing. He looked at the middle-aged man with his narrowed gaze and said, "Did we come to a conclusion?"
"But Lord Gao….." The middle-aged man swallowed as a trace of fear appeared in his eyes. "What more do you want me to do? Haven't I compensated enough for what happened?"
"Compensated?" Gao Wen chuckled coldly as he leaned back on his chair, still keeping the human forcibly locked in his arms by his demonic powers. His hand made circles on the man's thighs over the skin-tight bottoms. "Mr. Li, what have you heard about me, mind repeating those words?"
Mr. Li was about to open his mouth when he saw the devil lord raising his hand as the latter said, "Don't fake your words. I know very well what they talk about me." He even smiled and said, "Go on."
"Well…." Mr. Li swallowed as he fiddled with his fingers while speaking, "O-Once there was a man who defied your words and killed one of your men….. You…. You…."
"Hmm? What did I do?" The devil lord's voice sounded enchanting close to Chen Ming's ears, giving him a tingling sensation.
"You killed him."
"Only killing him?" Gao Wen raised his brows. "I believe I have done more than that." He leaned toward the middle-aged man as his smile vanished, staring at the other with a cold expression on his face. "Do you want me to repeat that history?"