Instinct desire is not resistance to love you, but fear of instinctive hurt...

Wen Zichuan seemed to have sensed something. He washed very quickly and came out wrapped in a bath towel in less than a quarter of an hour.

Sure enough, Cheng Sizhou was sitting restlessly beside the bed. When he saw him come out, he forced a smile.

"It's your turn." Wen Zichuan approached wrapped in wet steam, and his skin, steamed by hot water, looked pink and white.

"Oh, okay." Seeing the pair of slender white legs slowly approaching from under the bath towel, Cheng Sizhou knew that he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

The sound of water was heard in the bathroom again, and Wen Zichuan's tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

When they were in Longji Mountain, they reconciled and expressed their feelings to each other. Cheng Sizhou also promised in front of his mother that he would be good to him and take good care of him.

Wen Zichuan thought that once they returned to Dengyuan and uncovered the truth, they would return to the way they were before, and they could meet and have dinner together often. Even if they were busy with work, they would still find time to send messages and call each other.

However, the fact is that Cheng Sizhou almost never takes the initiative to look for him, and the only few times he went to the hospital to visit Xiao Liang were also suggested by Wen Zichuan.

Today is a rare opportunity. He cordially invited Cheng Sizhou to come here. With the cover provided by President Wei, a new top star wants to meet his lover here in private.

Wen Zichuan made an internal call to the service desk and asked them to send some low-alcohol wine, but no bubbly.

After the wine was delivered, he took a sip, but still felt it was not safe, so he took a bottle of water from the freezer and added an equal amount of water to half a glass of wine.

When Cheng Sizhou came out of the shower, he didn't change his bath towel or bathrobe. He was still wearing his white shirt and suit pants, with the top button of his shirt buttoned up. He looked like he was going to give an academic report rather than date his lover.

There was a glass of light-colored transparent liquid on the bedside table. Wen Zichuan pointed at it without question and said, "Drink it."

"What is it?"

"I said it was poison, would you drink it?"

Cheng Sizhou didn't ask any more questions, picked up the cup and drank it all.

It would take some time for the alcohol to take effect, so he stood two or three meters away from Wen Zichuan, looking at him with a calm and affectionate gaze, but not moving closer, as if he would get great satisfaction just by looking at him.

"Come here." Wen Zichuan gave the order again.

"Yeah." Cheng Sizhou took a step forward, walking very cautiously.

Wen Zichuan suddenly turned around and pushed him to sit on the bed covered with roses. The delicate flowers were instantly scattered all over the bed, and the white quilt was stained with bright red marks.

A trace of panic flashed in Cheng Sizhou's eyes, but the alcohol soon took effect, and he began to feel confused and dazed. He saw a bird that he had locked up, about to break free from its chains and fly into the endless sky.

Wen Zichuan also climbed onto the bed and sat astride him.

The slender white calves defined the left and right boundaries. Cheng Sizhou could not go in any other direction and could only support himself with his arms and move backwards.

Under Wen Zichuan's burning gaze, he retreated again and again until he reached the head of the bed against the wall and could go nowhere.

The back of his shirt was pressed under his body and dragged, the edge of the front collar was strangling his neck, and the effect of alcohol and the slight suffocation made Cheng Sizhou extremely confused, yet extremely sensitive.

Wen Zichuan leaned closer, touching his nose to his: "It's been so long, do you miss me?"

Cheng Sizhou: “I thought so.”

Wen Zichuan: "Do you still love me?"

Cheng Sizhou: "Love."

Wen Zichuan: "Do you want to do it with me?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and unbuttoned the bath towel, and a piece of soft white slipped down to his waist, revealing his thin and well-proportioned upper body.

Cheng Sizhou's pupils suddenly widened, and where Wen Zichuan couldn't see, he pressed his thumb into his palm, almost piercing it.

Wen Zichuan did nothing but stare at him, with a hint of mischief and temptation, which aroused his reaction. Under the thin fabric of his suit, he felt like he was being burned by a hot iron.

“No! I can’t…!”

Cheng Sizhou raised his neck, veins bulging, driven mad by his body's instinctive reaction. He was a little crazy, like the ugly scars on his arms, it was okay to have them, but Zichuan couldn't see them.

"But I want to do it with you," Wen Zichuan knew his illness and knew that suppressing his emotions would only make it worse. "You said you would accompany me when I need you."

Cheng Sizhou takes his promises very seriously and never breaks them.

But what Wen Zichuan didn't know was that he was addicted to him.

Once he touches Wen Zichuan, he just wants to keep him by his side day and night. He will not allow him to leave or contact others, even for normal work or normal social activities.

This idea was too morbid. He was afraid that one day he would really go crazy and unconsciously follow his nature, messing up Wen Zichuan's life and future.

So, he needs to exercise restraint, be patient, and deal with the long withdrawal that comes with every touch.

Wen Zichuan stroked his face, which was distorted by the pain and repression, and said quietly: "Cheng Sizhou, if you continue like this, I will find someone else."

In the past, this sentence would not have been too damaging, and Cheng Sizhou would have thought that he was just joking.

But it’s different now. There are people all over the Internet who like Wen Zichuan, and the line is so long that it can circle the earth several times. There are countless people who come to make friends with him.

Cheng Sizhou's muscles were tensed, his eyes were bloodshot and red, he shook his head wildly, and a dry roar came from his throat that was more suppressed than a whimper.

Wen Zichuan had seen him get jealous of Xiao Liang before, so he thought this trick was effective, so he continued: "Look, a lot of people are following Xiao Ming and me, and there's also Brother Leng who follows me around all day... Ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, Cheng Sizhou suddenly grabbed his waist and turned him over to press him down.

An impatient kiss fell, and the two people's mouths were instantly blocked tightly. They kissed and bit each other, and no one could catch a breath from this contest.

The glass of wine that Wen Zichuan had just mixed was sweet, but the kiss filled his mouth and nose with bitterness. Perhaps it was because Cheng Sizhou had been ill for too long and had taken too many medicines, which made even his breath bitter.

"Ugh...! Cheng..." He was so embarrassed that his face turned red. He used the strength of his elbow to push and finally separated the two of them. "Cheng Sizhou, bite me to death!"

Cheng Sizhou was breathing heavily. Seeing that he was exposed to the air naked, he stuffed him into the quilt and then got in himself.

He pulled the quilt over his head, and his vision immediately went dark. He hugged Wen Zichuan, his right elbow against his back, his palm supporting the back of his head, his left arm around his waist, his palm pressing on his thigh.

This posture was extremely strange, but it allowed him to hold him in his arms to the greatest extent possible.

Wen Zichuan was dizzy because of him, but the feeling of being held tightly in his arms made him feel particularly at ease.

"Brother Zhou, why didn't you take the initiative to find me?" He pulled down his trouser waistband and teased him restlessly, "I thought you were lying when you said you loved me. I thought you had no desire for me..."

Cheng Sizhou was silent for a long time, neither objecting nor arguing. He kissed Wen Zichuan's forehead, and then, driven by instinct, separated his body.

In fact, Wen Zichuan drank quite a lot tonight. Although no one urged him to drink, many people took the initiative to make friends with him. Out of politeness, he responded to each of them.

The state of being half drunk was the most deadly. He clung to Cheng Sizhou's neck, laughing foolishly and breathing out, his mouth red from being kissed, and the words he spoke were as hot as his body.

He said: "We are very coordinated in bed, and it is also a kind of tacit understanding between us."

He said, "When you do it with me, do you feel less depressed and uncomfortable?"

He said: "Cheng Sizhou, I feel so comfortable..."

Cheng Sizhou didn't dare to look at his decadent expression anymore. He pinched Wen Zichuan's flexible waist and turned him over.

Zichuan's back is as white and smooth as a jade plate, with a ridge line that is shallowly concave like a stream. The two symmetrical dimples below are particularly cute, just enough for you to rub your thumbs in.

The human heart is located on the left side of the chest cavity. Cheng Sizhou kissed the left side of his spine, the place closest to the heart.

He pursed his lips tightly as he thrust forward, but the other self in his body was shouting loudly in silence.

He said, "I love you."

He said, "I love you."

He said, "I love you!"

Unfortunately, he could no longer make any promises. Even if they were parallel lines instead of intersecting lines, Zichuan would still be going up, while he was falling.

Many people around him would look at him strangely, saying, "How did Mr. Cheng end up like this?" But in fact, after seeing the joke on him, they would immediately walk away with a sense of superiority.

My colleague in the printing room said, "You graduated from a prestigious university, and you can't even fix a printer?"

The agent who showed me the house said, "This house has a bad orientation, but it has good ventilation. You're asking for too much."

The impatient landlord said, "With such a small budget, you still want to rent a house in the city? You are dreaming!"

Even so, this may not be the worst. The money he has is only enough to get through this month, and he will have to borrow money next month.

When he is burdened with debts and is being chased and beaten by gangs like the □□, can he still say that he is the lover of a popular star?

By then, Zichuan would naturally break up with him.

Wen Zichuan had no idea what he was thinking. He just pulled his hand over and played with it, kissing his slender and flexible fingers one by one.

He was leaning against the head of the bed, playing, when he suddenly heard a sound.

"Shh..."

"What's wrong?"

Wen Zichuan exaggeratedly mouthed to Cheng Sizhou, "It's President Wei and Xiaoming."

Cheng Sizhou also leaned over to listen, and after listening for a few seconds, he felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, the sound insulation of Li Lemen is much better than that of ordinary hotels, but Wei Xiaoming howled too loudly. I don’t know what President Wei, who had endured for more than a month, did to him to make him howl like a ghost.

Wen Zichuan hooked his eyes and asked in a voice like a kitten scratching an itch, "You know that Xiaoming and I are a fake couple, but why do you...hmm when I mention Leng Sui!"

It was another impulsive kiss. Wen Zichuan's mouth was busy and a smile flowed from his eyes.

He seemed to know what a "switch" was.

"You think Xiao Liang is just dependent on me? But Leng Sui... well!"

"I have too many fans, and I often encounter sasaengs. He has to protect me... Ugh!"

"Work requires it, so we're together every day... Ugh!"

Wen Zichuan was kissed so hard that he felt dizzy, but he also thought the "press the switch" game was extremely fun.

He never knew that Cheng Sizhou would mind Leng Sui's existence so much, but Leng Sui was really just a bodyguard, and a bodyguard with extraordinary human-machine intuition. Who could have anything to do with him?

"Cheng Sizhou!" Wen Zichuan covered his mouth with difficulty. He had to shoot a magazine tomorrow. If the makeup artist found out that his mouth was swollen, he would be doomed.

Cheng Sizhou looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as if he was extremely aggrieved and unwilling.

He is a student from a prestigious university. If he goes to Xingyu Feiyu to be a bodyguard, will Wei Jing take him in?

Wen Zichuan grabbed the white shirt thrown aside, twisted it into a "rope", put it around his neck, and pulled him close to him: "If you are so capable and good at kissing, don't lose to President Wei!"

Cheng Sizhou was so excited by him that his mind went wild. Since he had already come here and done it, why not have fun?

"Brother Zhou always loved you, don't cry later."

"Tsk, who's afraid of who?"

Cheng Sizhou grabbed his ankles, pulled him into the quilt again, and pressed him onto the soft bed.

The bed was filled with the scent of their last time, and just one sniff made both of their hormones uncontrollable.

Cheng Sizhou's words were scary, but they were not Wei Jing's type. Although he didn't make Wen Zichuan scream like a ghost, he made him use the sexiest and most beautiful voice to waste the whole night.