Let me have some fun tonight.

When Song Zicheng had finished preparing the bowls and chopsticks, Song Zian hadn't come out yet. He knocked on the door of the small room, and as soon as he opened it, he saw Song Zian immersed in a sea of ​​toys. He was sitting on the carpet, surrounded by toys, and was seriously fiddling with the Rubik's Cube in his hands.

"Wash your hands and eat," Song Zicheng said.

"Wait, wait, I'll finish it soon," Song Zian replied without looking up, fiddling with the Rubik's Cube.

Song Zicheng didn't say anything more. He neither scolded nor left. Instead, he leaned quietly against the door, looking at Song Zian with a gentle smile.

A brightly colored, dazzling Rubik's Cube was spinning rapidly in Song Zi'an's hands. His thin, pale fingers moved quickly, and with a "click," Song Zi'an looked up at Song Zicheng with a smile, saying proudly, "Brother, look, I solved it this time!"

Song Zicheng gave a thumbs-up in mid-air and said with certainty, "Zi'an is awesome!"

Hearing his brother's praise, Song Zi'an smiled even more happily. He put down the Rubik's Cube, tidied up the toys that had been messed up around him, then stood up from the carpet, ran over and grabbed Song Zicheng's clothes, blinking his eyes as he asked, "Brother, are you feeling unwell? Why did you get up so late? I didn't see you at breakfast. Uncle Lu said you were too tired last night. What happened to you last night?"

"My brother isn't sick. I was rushing to finish my homework last night, and I didn't finish until very late, so I slept in a bit this morning," Song Zicheng lied and explained.

"Oh, then brother, finish your homework early and go to bed early from now on. Staying up late is bad." Song Zian reminded Song Zicheng like a little adult.

"Okay, brother understands."

Three days later, Song Zicheng went to school. Lu Zhiyan's apartment was quite a distance from Beijing University. Unfortunately, he had an early morning class on Thursday. He got up at 6:30 and had just finished brushing his teeth and was about to wash his face when Lu Zhiyan suddenly appeared behind him.

"Should I arrange for someone to take you to school? Not even to the school gate?"

"No need, I can go by myself. It only takes about half an hour by subway." Song Zicheng refused very quickly.

"Whatever you want." Lu Zhiyan said these two sentences and went back to the master bedroom.

After wiping his face, Song Zicheng watched Lu Zhiyan's departing figure and couldn't help but think to himself, "Did Lu Zhiyan come over just to say this?"

Song Zicheng would certainly not agree. Even if he didn't take him to the school gate, or even if he got off far away from the school, he would still inevitably be recognized. It wasn't that he was narcissistic, but he always wanted to be careful. He didn't want to see himself trending on social media again the next day—"Shocking! Male student at a famous university suspected of being kept by a sugar daddy."

If such an entry appeared, even the usually calm and collected Song Zicheng might not be able to resist swearing.

To avoid being recognized, Song Zicheng wore a long black down jacket, a brown baseball cap, and a mask and scarf. Before leaving, he even checked himself in the mirror, fully armed, with even his exposed eyes covered by black-rimmed glasses.

In the era of short videos, trending topics on the internet usually come and go quickly. Moreover, Lu Zhiyan's public relations team had already deleted all the posts about Song Zicheng. During the half-hour subway ride, although people occasionally glanced at Song Zicheng, very few people recognized him.

Even if he is recognized, nothing uncontrollable happens. Most of the time, he is just asked, "Are you so-and-so from the trending topics before?", and then they take a photo together. Song Zicheng is humble and polite, so he naturally won't refuse. This morning, it seems that the scene of him giving up his seat to an old man on the subway was secretly recorded again.

The school's security measures were very good. When Song Zicheng arrived at the school gate, everything was in good order, unlike the frenzy of three days ago. Although some people still took out their phones to take pictures of him from time to time on campus, Song Zicheng had gotten used to it a lot.

He took a long leave from the bar, not just because of this incident, but mainly because it was the end of the semester and he needed to take time to review. He needed to cram for the material he hadn't studied much before the exam, since he still wanted to get a first-class scholarship.

Most people can't help but feel envious when they see someone who is good-looking, has a good personality, and good grades. Why should God give them such a good appearance and such a smart mind? Ordinary people might talk behind their backs and slander such an outstanding person.

But Song Zicheng was an exception. Everyone, whether they had met him or not, or even just glanced at him from afar, praised him highly.

His tall and upright figure, gentle and refined personality, sweet dimples, and beautiful voice set him apart from others. Perhaps it was because he was low-key, uncompetitive, and had no sense of superiority that he didn't create a huge sense of inferiority for others.

Song Zicheng consistently receives first-class scholarships and ranks first in comprehensive assessments, a reputation he truly deserves. His classmates and teachers in the same major speak highly of him, as if someone like him could effortlessly achieve success in anything he does.

Not only was he organized in his studies and work, but he also managed his household chores meticulously. Having only lived in Lu Zhiyan's apartment for a few days, the once cold and desolate apartment finally felt a touch of warmth.

A new TV, a super-large screen, has been installed in the living room. It's very cool. When Lu Zhiyan said he wanted to buy it, Song Zicheng strongly objected. They were only staying temporarily, and there was no need for Lu Zhiyan to spend money because of Song Zian. In Song Zicheng's view, it wasn't just about money; more importantly, he also owed Lu Zhiyan a favor.

Despite all their efforts, they couldn't persuade Lu Zhiyan. Thus, the scene unfolded as Song Zi'an sat obediently on the sofa, watching TV and grinning foolishly.

Although Lu Zhiyan's apartment is large, it has few furnishings, and a housekeeper comes to clean it every week, so Song Zicheng doesn't really have to do anything, except add a few green touches to the black, white and gray decor.

The house was well-heated, so Song Zicheng didn't have much trouble choosing plants. He looked online and at the flower market, and finally bought two pots of clivia to place next to the television.

When Lu Zhiyan got home from get off work, the first thing he saw was the two lush clivia plants. He frowned in confusion at first, but then his expression relaxed. His eyebrows lifted and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

I haven't seen a potted plant like this in ages!

When he first moved into this apartment, his aunt bought several potted plants, which had not only green leaves but also red flowers. When Lu Zhiyan saw them, his face darkened. Since then, there has never been any greenery in the apartment.

Looking at them now, these two pots of clivia are just the right decoration, making one feel that the fatigue of the day disappears as soon as one sees them.

They're both plants, so what's the difference?

Could it be that those red and green colors are too tacky in Lu Zhiyan's eyes?

As soon as finals week began, Song Zicheng studied overtime every day. Although there weren't many courses this semester, there were several subjects that required exams and a lot of memorization, which made his dark circles even more noticeable.

"What's wrong? Are you too tired from studying lately? You can't even last a few minutes?" Lu Zhiyan, panting as he was being lifted up and down on Song Zicheng, teased.

Song Zicheng placed a pillow under his waist and lay on the soft, wide bed with his head tilted back slightly. The veins on his neck bulged, complementing the deep-colored hickeys.

Still in the refractory period, Song Zicheng's mind went blank. It took him more than ten seconds to process Lu Zhiyan's words. The intense stimulation and shame kept him silent. He just bit his lip tightly and stared blankly at Lu Zhiyan's straight nose.

Lu Zhiyan didn't show any anger at Song Zicheng's silence. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stared at Song Zicheng's full, rosy lips like a wolf. He lowered his head and bit Song Zicheng's lip, first gently grinding it, then slowly deepening and intensifying the kiss. Although the force was not light, the kiss was very gentle, as if he were savoring a delicious peach. With one bite, the sweet juice burst out instantly.

"Let me have some fun tonight, and then I'll let you prepare for your final exams."

This was the last thing the two said to each other that night. Lu Zhiyan may have said something after that, or he may not have. Song Zicheng couldn't remember at all.

With about five days left until the final exams, this exhilarating night of passion tonight seems like a pretty good deal in exchange for five peaceful nights to come.

The final exams lasted for more than a week on and off. When Song Zicheng finished his last exam, he was looking at rental information online on his phone.

Although all the posts about him online have long since disappeared, his address has indeed been exposed to the public. If he lived alone, he could accept this, but for Song Zi'an's sake, he had to find a new place to live.

It's been almost twenty days since Song Zicheng moved into Lu Zhiyan's house after the sudden information leak. In fact, Song Zicheng has been hesitating these past few days about whether to look for a house now or after the New Year.

With final exams over and the Lunar New Year approaching, he could take Song Zian back to his hometown in Anhui. They could stay there for a while and slowly look for a place to live online, which wouldn't require too much effort.

But when he thought of Lu Zhiyan, Song Zicheng immediately made a decision: to move now, so as not to spend a lot of energy on this matter later. Besides, he had been looking at things online for several days and had some ideas and insights.

After having lunch with Jiang Yuebai, they went to visit an old residential building near the school. The real estate agent who picked them up was a very enthusiastic and well-dressed woman who chatted cheerfully throughout the tour.

The house we were to visit was on the fourth floor, two floors lower than the one Song Zicheng had rented before, which saved us from climbing two extra flights of stairs. Although the apartment building was old, comparable to the previous one, the motion-activated lights in the stairwell were working properly. In broad daylight, if you spoke even slightly loudly, the motion-activated lights would quickly turn on.