“Shit,” said Weiran, and Xiaokai laughed—Weiran could feel the rumble of it against his chest. Then Xiaokai pushed himself upward and slowly lifted off of Weiran, making Weiran hiss. “When the hell did I put a condom on?”

“You didn’t.” Xiaokai peeled it off for him and tied it off. “I did.”

“What? When?”

“After the blow job but before I rode you?”

Weiran pressed his hands to his eyes and swore.

“Don’t get all regretful now. You were just as into it as I was.”

“Don’t—don’t remind me.” Weiran grabbed the nearest pillow and put his face into that instead, suppressing the urge to scream.

What the hell had he been thinking? Did he really get so lost in it all that he genuinely thought it was Xingyu he was having sex with? No, more importantly—did he really have sex with Xiaokai? How stupid was he? Was there something wrong with his brain?

There had to be. There was definitely—

“I’m going to take a shower,” Xiaokai said. “And brush my teeth, probably. Ugh…do you have mouthwash?”

“I—yeah, it’s in the medicine cabinet.”

“Great, thanks.” Xiaokai bent to grab his pants. He looked…strange like this. His top half was still all business—he still had on his shirt and jacket, the jacket was even buttoned up—but his bottom half? Completely naked, dripping with sweat and cum. If he just stood behind something, he could probably convince someone he was still completely professional, if not for the way his lips seemed a little swollen. “You might want to change your shirt. I came all over it. Sorry.”

Weiran screamed into his pillow.

IT WAS PROBABLY a mistake.

Xiaokai knew that much, but he also knew that Weiran wasn’t going to demand any emotional attachments anytime soon. The best person with whom to get sex without commitment was a person who was already in love—Liu Xiaokai had never won against Liu Xingyu in anything, and he certainly wasn’t going to win here. Weiran would remain hopelessly in love with Liu Xingyu, and Xiaokai would get all of this cruel fucking out of his system that he wanted to. Weiran was capable of distracting him. He was capable of erasing whatever residue the members of the List left on Xiaokai. He would use him as much as he wanted while all this was going on, and then when it was done—

Weiran was still laying in bed with the pillow over his face. Xiaokai poked him in the side. He didn’t move.

“Are you sleeping?”

“No.” His voice was muffled through the pillow.

“I told you to change your shirt.”

“Why did you do this?”

Xiaokai sat on the edge of the bed and started redoing the buttons on his own shirt. “I gave you my explanation already. Do you want to hear it again?”

“Yes.”