The mouth that sues doesn't chase after kisses.

Ni Haolang didn't dare to use the main entrance when he returned to his studio.

He parked his car in a public parking lot, walked to the front door of his own garden villa, hid behind a tree across the street, and stared intently at the windows upstairs from the downstairs window for ten minutes before turning to the back door to get his key, unlock the door, and enter the house.

He tiptoed around cautiously, peering out and scanning the area like a minefield, then tentatively asked, "I saw you, didn't I?" Relieved by the lack of response, he tossed the keys onto the coffee table and sprawled out onto the sofa.

"Damn it, I have to act like a thief when I go back to my own home! It's all that damn gay Kun Ji'en's fault..." Ni Haolang stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. After that night at Mianri, he didn't know how to live under the same roof with Kun Ji'en anymore.

Reason one: Kun Ji'en knew that he had done handicrafts while reciting his good brother's name.

Secondly, he didn't know what possessed him to sleep with Kun Ji'en.

It was actually quite... enjoyable.

"Damn!" Ni Haolang suddenly felt a wave of heat from front to back, and then his whole body started burning up. The fire was so intense that it almost burned the playboy persona he had cultivated over the years in Man'er to ashes.

Oh my beauties!!!

Ni Haolang smeared his face hard, determined to hold his ground for the sake of the women who had allowed him to display his virility. Otherwise, if he went from being a daddy to a sister the next time they met, wouldn't all the money he had painstakingly saved and squandered be wasted?!

Last time, he was careless and that gay guy took advantage of him. Don't think you can get away with this by just speaking a few words of broken Siamese. Everyone knows who's who when they're in the game. What can't you say to get a taste of success?

Him? You think there'll be a next time?

Grandma!!!

After making up his mind, Ni Haolang kicked his legs and rolled over on the sofa, facing inwards and lying face down to suppress his unruly member. Wanting to find something to do to distract himself and cool down, he took out his phone to help Jiang Songhe find a new hotel.

“I remember Kun Ji’en said that Xingxiu arranged a hotel for the contestants and mentors in the Tang Dynasty style. They must have contacted other Songhe hotels in the area. Further away is the industrial park. Where else can they find places for people to stay?”

Ni Haolang rested his head on his arm, staring at the map on his phone and talking to himself. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back. The phone screen was automatically dimmed by the shadow, and a large, bronze hand lifted the phone from Ni Haolang's wrist.

"What are you looking at?" A warm, deep male voice rang in my ears.

The heat brushed against his earlobe, and Ni Haolang shivered, shrinking his neck. He tried to spring up by bracing himself on his free arm, but he used too much force and bumped into the human bridge that was lying across the sofa, and was bounced back.

His back was soaked and a cool breeze was blowing, but his ears and wrists were being scratched by the scalding heat. Ni Haolang twisted uncomfortably a few times, and his waist was immediately pressed down. He was shocked and swung his arm to try to protect the situation immediately, but he ended up hitting a thigh that felt like a steel plate.

"Damn it!" Ni Haolang winced in pain, threatening like a fighting rooster, "I'm telling you, Kun Ji'en, you...you fucking don't do anything reckless, I didn't agree to this! You, you, you, if you dare touch me again, it's, it's rape!"

"Heh." Kun Ji'en gave a strangely indulgent smile, lightly rubbed Ni Haolang's waist, and then got off the sofa. "Who's trying to touch you? You're the one touching me."

Ni Haolang realized that this was indeed the case, and his monkey face turned bright red, like a ripe persimmon.

"Hehe." The person on the ground laughed twice more, making Ni Haolang feel uneasy. Fortunately, the laughter stopped after a couple of times.

Ni Haolang figured that Kun Ji'en must have gone far away and that he really didn't mean to do anything to him. Once the redness on his face had subsided, he started thinking about how to act like the master of the house and win back some face.

“I’m telling you, this is my territory, even if you’re my roommate, you should at least say hello and ring the doorbell when you come in. Can you stop acting like a ghost? You scared the hell out of me…” Ni Haolang said as he climbed up.

Afraid that Kun Ji'en wouldn't hear him if he went upstairs, he still shouted. But when he turned his head, he was startled again. His declaration of sovereignty was cut off, and the rest of his words were sucked back into his throat with a cold breath.

Where did Kun Ji'en go? He's sitting on the coffee table facing the sofa!

His naturally curly wolf tail wasn't as curled as usual, whether from sweat or water, and was half-pressed against his forehead and eyes. He wasn't wearing anything on his upper body, and his large, bronze chest glistened with a wet sheen. He was wearing a pair of sporty shorts on his lower body, but damn, they were white and wet, making it look like he had X-ray vision...

The tall, imposing man was squeezed between the coffee table and the sofa, his body, which had been cool just moments before, now exuded a humid, hot aura that was gradually eroding the dry air between them.

Holy crap, even if he's not a ghost, he must have some serious illness!

Ni Haolang always speaks before he thinks, and he blurts out whatever comes to mind: "Holy crap, are you crazy?!"

"I didn't." Ni Haolang hadn't misheard; Kun Ji'en had indeed been smiling the whole time, his gentle and doting manner was both unbelievable and strangely unbelievable.

"Then what are you doing standing here staring at me like that?! It's not time to train the hawk yet!!!" Ni Haolang swallowed hard, his anxiety growing even stronger.

"I've been watering the flowers in the side garden greenhouse since I woke up today, you just didn't see me. Speaking of ghosts, you're the one who comes and goes without a trace. And I'm just standing here, wanting to say hello face to face in my roommate's territory."

Kun Ji'en's explanation was watertight, his tone calm and innocent, leaving Ni Haolang speechless for a long time.

Ni Haolang deeply regretted teaching Kun Ji'en to speak the Ciguo dialect, saying that he had taught his apprentice to talk back to his master!

"Watering flowers in the dead of winter? And you're even pouring water on yourself shirtless? You're just looking for trouble!" Ni Haolang racked his brains and finally found a bug (vulnerability) in Kun Ji'en's words.

"You went to see Jiang Songhe, didn't you?" Kun Ji'en's smile remained, but a hint of bitterness was clearly mixed in. "To his hotel room?"

No sooner had Ni Haolang said "looking for a masochist" than Kun Ji'en immediately brought up "Jiang Songhe." The connection between their words gave off a strange feeling that "I'm looking for a masochist because you went to see Jiang Songhe."

"..." Ni Haolang's guts were more straightforward than he thought. Hearing this question, he could only sense a pitiful contrast. After all, the two had been close friends for more than ten years in Man'er, and his heart was suddenly gripped.

Seeing that Ni Haolang did not deny it, Kun Ji'en's smile faded, and the bitterness on his face continued to increase.

"What did he ask you to do this time? Why don't you share it with your roommate? Friendly reminder, I'm a judge on Star Show, tell me, maybe I can help?" Kun Ji'en spoke with an air of profound righteousness and nonchalance.

This guy's attitude has completely changed. Before, he wouldn't say a single nice thing whenever Jiang Songhe was mentioned, but now he's actually asking to hear "sharing" and offering to "help". What's wrong with him?

“Sharing” and “helping”... these two words actually run through the entire time between Kun Ji-en and Ni Hao-lang, both now and in the past.

At the age of 18, Ni Haolang fled the suffocating Peking Opera family in Jingting and came to the unfamiliar Maner alone, with only the pocket money and New Year's money he had saved up in recent years.

At first, he indulged in a spending spree at the glamorous new world, and within a few days, his pockets were empty. Between "shamelessly going home to be beaten" and "shamelessly busking on the streets," he chose the latter.

Peking Opera was his obsession, and he also had the stubbornness in the blood of a Peking Opera child. Even when he was starving to death, he never showed off his skills or sang in front of others.

With the little money he had left, he bought a palette of oil paints and a mirror. He sat on the ground in the bustling city street and quietly applied his makeup. Although he was weak from hunger, his hands were still incredibly steady.

What is national is also international. More and more people stopped to watch, and he sensed a business opportunity from the pile of tips he received. He used the tips to buy two folding stools and wrote the advertising slogan in broken English on a cardboard sign: "Kingting Opera Face, 50MB".

From a low stool to a high stool, from street performance to commercial show, from a homeless man to an artist, it was at this time that Kun Ji'en saw media reports about him, extended an olive branch for long-term cooperation, and entered his world.

Share resources and help integrate.

With the help of Kun Ji'en, Ni Haolang quickly rose to fame in the Man'er art circle and transformed into a unique painter.

A quick calculation reveals that 17 years have passed! Ni Haolang suddenly realized that he had known and spent more time with Kun Ji'en than he had spent with Jiang Songhe during their youth!

On the night of the sleepless night, when faced with the "extreme choice between two options," he chose Jiang Songhe almost without thinking. Wasn't that very unfair to Kun Ji'en?

He said so many hurtful things, which is why Kun Ji'en was so angry. Maybe he doesn't actually like men, but was just driven crazy by his own heartlessness.

That night, Kun Ji'en only wanted to punish, to inflict pain and humiliation, nothing more... right?

Thinking of this, Ni Haolang felt as if his heart had been ripped out again.

"Perhaps you still have the idea of ​​letting him move in?... Sure, just give me a day to pack my things, and I'll disappear from your territory first thing the next morning."

Upon hearing this, Ni Haolang felt a pang of emptiness in his heart, as if a piece of it had been ripped out. He pulled himself out of his memories and focused on looking at Kun Ji'en's face.

Crystalline water droplets rolled down Kun Ji'en's face, indistinguishable as to whether they were water or tears, but this did not diminish their visual impact.

He seemed to be waiting intently for Ni Haolang's answer. After a moment, he noticed the water droplets, turned his head slightly, casually brushed them off his face, and then turned back to continue waiting.

Ni Haolang seemed to see that arrogant independent musician transforming into a tearful Doberman Pinscher falling into the water.

“I never intended for Songhe to move in, never.” After that night, Ni Haolang never mentioned Jiang Songhe again in front of Kun Ji’en. Firstly, it was too embarrassing to talk about, and secondly… he didn’t know why.

He ignored the "I don't know" question and answered Kun Ji'en's question first: "The reason I went to so much trouble to clean the house last time was because Song He is a clean freak; it was just a basic procedure for entertaining guests."

"..." Whether it was a misperception or not, the water droplets on Kun Ji'en's face suddenly stopped and froze in place, the skin in that spot still faintly green. Then, he asked seriously, "Excuse me, what does 'basic operations' mean?"

"..." Ni Haolang was stunned for a moment when asked the question, but then he understood immediately. He suddenly found the Doberman's silly appearance after falling into the water kind of cute. He smiled and regained his identity as a "master of porcelain studies" to patiently explain, "It just means 'basic operation'. Just take it as 'basic etiquette' and that's it."

Kun Ji'en's eyes lit up instantly, though perhaps it was just the light. He seamlessly jumped back to the previous context and tentatively asked, "So you mean...?"

“I never meant to kick you out. You, you… stay here if you want.” Ni Haolang was embarrassed by the swaying, and his words became increasingly incoherent. “Didn’t you help with the renovation back then… uh, you can stay as long as you want.”

"That's great!" Kun Ji'en lunged forward and hugged Ni Haolang's neck, pressing his stubble-covered chin against the back of Ni Haolang's head. "You didn't want to abandon me, thank you, my Haolang."

Faced with Kun Ji'en's straightforward, passionate, and childlike actions, Ni Haolang felt like he was about to be melted into this embrace. But he found that he didn't actually want to hide or escape. He reached out his hands and hugged back through the strong arms.

You couldn't see Kun Ji'en's smug smile from behind his head at all.

Kun Ji'en noticed the positive response and slid his large hand down, pressing Ni Haolang tightly against his chest from behind.

Ni Haolang patted Kun Ji'en on the back, but the collar around his neck tightened like a headband because of his comforting gesture. The force was increasing, and he was lifted up a bit, making it hard to breathe and his mind started to go blank.

The incantation: "As a reward, I will take care of the matter that the man surnamed Jiang asked you to do, just as I have always done."

In his daze, Ni Haolang heard this sentence: Did Kun Ji'en call Song He "the one surnamed Jiang" again? He must have misheard... Never mind, he said they would "be like they always have been," always, like that.

“That’s wonderful…” Ni Haolang murmured in admiration.

The headband suddenly loosened, and Ni Haolang fell down. As if triggering some kind of suspension bridge effect, he subconsciously hooked his arm around Ni Haolang's and chased after him, trying to hang himself up again.

"Hiss!" Ni Haolang's neck was gripped on one side, while the other side was tightly sucked by a warm, wet touch. After a long while, the skin there was numb from being sucked, but he didn't feel any pain when he was bitten hard next.

That's not a dog, it's a wolf!

Kun Ji'en looked at him with their necks close, rubbing the red marks left by the cupping he had personally applied, and said with a furrowed brow and heavy breathing, "When you carried him that day, his stinky mouth touched here, I need to cover it up."

Under the double assault of numbness, pain, itching, and heat, Ni Haolang suddenly woke up, his ears could hear clearly, and his mind could function again.

Kun Ji'en's relapse into his old ways gave Ni Haolang a bad feeling. And the way he hugged him at first glance was a hug, but upon closer inspection, holy crap!

How could he forget that Kun Ji'en is not only a Siamese boxing champion, but also has a fucking MMA gold belt!!!

This pose is clearly a face-to-face version of a half-rear naked choke!!!

That's a real dog, he's fucking awful!

The naked chokehold isn't the most despicable thing; the most despicable thing is the purpose behind it.

Reflexes acted faster than logical thinking, and Ni Haolang couldn't help but tense up. Soon, Kun Ji'en's actions proved Ni Haolang's ominous premonition correct—

That large hand, which kept sliding down, was like a slippery fish, and had already slipped into his clothes along the hem!

It was too late to react. Ni Haolang had already hooked his arms around Kun Ji'en's shoulders, leaving him with no leverage to struggle. Even with his upper body crippled, he still had his lower body. He swung his legs to gather momentum, preparing to use the momentum to slip out of the tight band in one go.

As a result, Kun Ji'en caught him red-handed.

Kun Ji'en grabbed Ni Haolang's waistband with one hand and used the other hand to pull Ni Haolang's buttocks towards him. He then put his own long legs together, and Ni Haolang was thus smoothly transferred to Kun Ji'en's thighs.

Knowing he was no match for the wolf, Ni Haolang launched a verbal attack: "Hey Kun, are you even human? I was so kind to you after you shed a few cat pees! Is this your so-called reward?! Don't you want to look at what you're doing? Trying to force yourself on me? You're really something else!"

Kun Ji'en paused, wrapped his arms around Ni Haolang's neck and pushed him away, then looked directly at Ni Haolang and said very seriously, "I'm trying my best to pursue you."

Then, recalling that sad and aggrieved expression, she added insult to injury: "What is your heart made of? Can't you feel it?"

Ni Haolang almost fell for the trap again, but this time his mind raced, and he immediately realized what was going on and cursed, "Who's the kind person who uses a rear-naked chokehold to chase someone? Please spare me! I'm not younger and stronger than you; I want to live a few more years!!!"

Kun Ji'en remained unmoved and suggested a different approach: "So you think the method is wrong? Then I'll try a method you prefer."

"I'm back, wife," Kun Ji'en greeted casually.

Even if Ni Haolang racked his brains, he would never have imagined that his apprentice, whom he had taught word by word, had surpassed him and was now playing callbacks with him.

Although completely bewildered, he wasn't going to let this bastard take advantage of him any further, and his way of addressing him was unacceptable: "Who the hell is your... fucking bastard!!!"

The temperature drops sharply in the mountain valleys; where the winding path leads to a secluded spot, the flowers are in full bloom and should be picked while they are in bloom.

Who would have thought that "just saying hello and ringing the doorbell" would lead to this place waiting for me?

Ni Haolang opened his mouth wide, then it was sealed shut again, and he couldn't utter a single word. He regretted once again teaching Kun Ji'en Mandarin, letting him listen blindly, understand blindly, and use blindly... Ah...

As the flower seeds were being sown, Ni Haolang was still trembling and stubbornly insisting, "Aren't you... afraid... I'll sue you..."

Actually, he didn't have the energy to listen to the specific reply, but that damned Kun Ji'en insisted on whispering in his ear so that he could hear it clearly.

"The mouth that files a complaint will not kiss the criminal. Also, your husband's surname is not Kun, but Duislange La."

"..."