His mind raced, conjuring up images of Qie Xieling and Haejin together, laughing, and sharing intimate moments. His brain veered back to the advertisement and he suddenly imagined them continuing with what could have happened after being that intimate. The fact that she was wearing Qie Xieling’s jacket further intensified this conjecture.

At that moment, all reason fled from Luo Muchen’s mind, replaced by a surge of possessive jealousy. Without a second thought, he flung open the car door and stormed across the street towards the building.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the empty corridor as he ascended the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. The door to Qie Xieling’s apartment loomed closer, and with each step, his anxiety soared. Would he find Qie Xieling taking a shower after having a hot steamy session of raw passionate sex? At this point, he thought that their relationship wasn’t going to be salvageable.

As Luo Muchen stood outside the door, his hand trembling, he took a deep breath and knocked. The sound reverberated through the silence, echoing his own uncertainty. He raised his hand to knock again his knuckles rapping against the wood with an urgency that echoed his racing thoughts.

Silence greeted him again amplifying his unease. His mind was really running wild now. He couldn’t help but assume that Qie Xieling was in the shower washing away the remnants of their intimacy.

Unable to bear the suspense any longer, Luo Muchen knocked a third time, his impatience growing with each unanswered call.

The door finally swung open slowly, revealing a startled Qie Xieling standing before there with a chicken wing in his hand. "Oh for fucks sake. I said I am gay. Don’t you-," he said before his voice died down when he saw it wasn’t Haejin.

Qie Xieling’s expression was that of surprise and concern etched across his face. After the initial surprise wore off he said, "Why are you here? Didn’t I say you shouldn’t come find me?"

Luo Muchen struggled to find his words, his emotions too overwhelming to articulate. His eyes darted nervously around the room as though looking for someone.

Qie Xieling was a little confused about what he was looking for. "You should leave. I am busy." Luo Muchen’s brows furrowed as he clenched his fists at his sides. He suddenly had the urge to kiss those slightly pink lips from the spicy chicken wings Qie Xieling had been eating.

Qie Xieling tsked seeing his silence and abruptly moved to shut the door but Luo Muchen blocked it with his hand and pulled Qie Xieling into his arms. He then spun him around and shut the door pressing his back on the door.

Qie Xieling could see something was wrong with Luo Muchen and now, in this quiet moment, he could feel the tension hanging thick in the air. As they locked eyes, their unspoken desires danced, mingling with the intensity of their emotions.

Luo Muchen was unable to contain his jealousy any longer. He wanted to let Qie Xieling know that he could only belong to him. He stepped forward, his gaze burning with a ferocious longing. Without a word, he grabbed Qie Xieling’s waist, pulling him towards him with a force that startled Qie Xieling. Their bodies collided, and the raw energy between them ignited like wildfire.

Qie Xieling pressed his hand on Luo Muchen’s chest pushing him back but Luo Muchen was caught in his feelings. He was so jealous and scared that he would lose him.

He crashed their lips together again, fueled by their pent-up emotions. The kiss was passionate, bordering on aggressive as he sought to quell the jealousy that had consumed him.

Qie Xieling’s mind was soon in a drunken haze from the breathtaking heated kiss. His hand pressed against Luo Muchen’s chest clenched as he pulled him closer for a deeper kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, their tongues intertwining in a fervent dance that mirrored the storm raging within their hearts.

Qie Xieling’s fingers tangled in Luo Muchen’s hair, pulling him closer, his nails grazing his scalp. He responded with equal fervour, his grip on his waist tightening as he deepened the kiss. Every ounce of jealousy morphed into a burning desire as he surrendered to the intensity of their connection.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still as they explored each other’s mouths, their lips and teeth clashing in a symphony of passion and need. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire.

Luo Muchen picked up Qie Xieling despite being the same height and carried him to the couch. He laid him down and as he towered above him he took off his jacket with a hint of urgency before pressing their bodies together as his kiss turned desperate, fueled by a mix of longing and possessiveness.

Luo Muchen slipped his hands under Qie Xieling’s shirt exploring the contours of his muscular body. Qie Xieling pulled Luo Muchen’s hand out of his clothes while gasping for air. Luo Muchen complied choosing to grasp the backrest of the couch his veins visible and throbbing while sucking on his lips.

"Muchen," called out Qie Xieling after parting their lips.

Luo Muchen kissed his cheek and lightly bit Qie Xieling’s ear while humming in response. Qie Xieling pressed his hand on his chest before pushing him away. The two sat up but Luo Muchen still couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

"What do you want exactly? I can’t be having you here if you are still messing with Bager," he seriously said and Luo Muchen’s hand on Qie Xieling’s waist tightened slightly. The two of them stared at each other for a while neither of them talking. Qie Xieling finally laughed self-deprecatingly before he got up and walked to his bedroom at the end of the corridor.

Just as he reached the bedroom door he was embraced from behind with Luo Muchen’s warm breath brushing against his skin.

"I only want you... so please don’t stop liking me," he whispered and Qie Xieling’s heart thumped hard. Jolie was right. He was under Luo Muchen’s spell so much so that he didn’t need to do much to win his heart.

"Then why didn’t you answer me just now?" said Qie Xieling and Luo Muchen wrapped his arms around the man’s abdomen his head buried in the crevice of his lover’s neck.

"It’s because I was thinking if we should post online a video of us kissing so everybody will know," he said his voice serious. He was even contemplating doing an advertisement for his company and having Qie Xieling sitting on his lap with hickeys on his neck and lip. The idea was so good that he couldn’t help but plan it out while he was sitting there.

Qie Xieling was speechless. If this was what Luo Muchen was like in the real world then his father would have chased them both out of the house with a broom. His father really disliked Luo Muchen.