Chapter 139 In a Dream
A month passed quietly.
Lin Huai woke up, and President Wang returned to Beijing with peace of mind.
By some strange twist of fate, the car ended up parked in front of Tsinghua University.
The school was deserted, except for a few boys who were laughing loudly as they ran past.
During this time, when President Wang saw Lin Huai and Xiao You together, he would inadvertently think of Zong Heng.
He hugged his arms tightly on the playground, wiping his tears on his knees.
Was the four years of college friendship truly just pure camaraderie?
Why can't he face himself? When he brought Zong Heng home, he had some selfish motives.
He ordered some barbecue and Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) on the back street of the school and started drinking by himself.
Shop assistant: "Brother..."
Mr. Wang: "Hmm? Zong Heng?"
Shop assistant: "Dude???"
His face was flushed slightly from the smell of alcohol, and he was about to hug the shop assistant and give her a big kiss, saying, "Mmm, I love you so much."
Shop assistant: "Damn...you're a pervert!"
Fortunately, Mr. Wang's phone wasn't password protected. He found a recent contact and called Xiao You.
After receiving the call, Xiao You could only contact Zong Heng and ask him to pick up the drunkard.
Xiao You turned to Lin Huai and said, "Your brother was really worried about you, so he got drunk as soon as he got back."
When Zong Heng saw him, he was talking nonsense.
"Why do the stars twinkle so brightly? Because the stars are aliens..."
"Why aren't Donald Duck and Bugs Bunny together? Because they're both Disney brothers..."
"Look, even cats and mice have loved and killed each other their whole lives. I don't believe they didn't have love."
Zong Heng had no choice but to support him and walk a long way in silence.
He also wanted the journey to be longer, so they could walk together like this.
Mr. Wang suddenly stopped, pointed to a small dress shop by the roadside, thought for a moment, and asked, "Brother, do you think I look good in a dress?"
Zong Heng: "..."
Mr. Wang said casually, "But I look better without clothes on!"
Then something must have tickled Zong Heng's funny bone, and he almost dropped President Wang to the ground.
With his physique, I really don't know where he gets his confidence from.
Zong Heng dragged the person back to his rented room.
The room was quite nice; it seemed like you could just bring your belongings and check in—clean and tidy.
They could easily buy a villa, but they choose to rent.
With his last ounce of consciousness, Mr. Wang kicked off his shoes and collapsed sprawled on the floor, blinking groggily, feeling as if the whole world was spinning.
This scene reminded him of that night when he had drunkenly committed indiscriminate sex.
A person appeared in his spinning world, and subconsciously, he thought he was dreaming.
It was a dream he had had countless times, a dream that spiraled out of control.
He walked over and unbuttoned the collar of the person in his dream.
Zong Heng did not refuse, staring blankly at the person whose eyes only saw him.
Both of them paused in their breathing.
Even a heartbeat can be easily detected.
Zong Heng said the ground was cold.
He pulled President Wang to the bed. As soon as they lay down, President Wang rolled over, bracing himself with one hand on Zong Heng's side, and looked at him.
The ambiguous atmosphere made them both dizzy, and all their attention was focused on restraining themselves.
The lighting was dim. Mr. Wang looked at the person in front of him and asked lazily, "I can hear your heartbeat even in my dreams. Is it because you're in my heart?"
Zong Heng paused for a moment, then said to him in a particularly gentle voice, "What else did I do in the dream?"
Mr. Wang looked at the person whose eyes were reddening, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was extremely tempted.
Her fair shoulder had a pinkish tinge, and there was something that looked like a teeth mark...
Mr. Wang suddenly snapped out of it. "Damn it, in my dream, who the hell would dare bite you! This is my dream, why don't you belong to me even in my dream..."
As he spoke, his nose tingled, and tears streamed down his face. He covered his nose and rubbed his eyes.
Zong Heng almost laughed.
Mr. Wang slowly lowered his head, bringing his face close to Zong Heng's neck, "Just let me take a bite, just one bite, okay..."
The pleading voice was so gentle that Zong Heng was bewitched by its aura.
But maybe he'll forget it when he wakes up tomorrow.
Zong Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, his face began to heat up, and his heartbeat quickened; he was well aware of his own reaction.
This guy is really handsome.
In the struggle between reason and desire, desire triumphed over reason.
He reached out and pulled the person close to his chest. "I'll give you permission to take a bite today."
At first, Mr. Wang didn't react, but after a few seconds he realized that this was his dream. No wonder the person in his dream was willing to bite him.
With fierce determination, he took a bite.
Mr. Wang was convinced that Zongheng wasn't really in pain in the dream anyway.
He admitted to biting him, and was picked up and made to sit on his lap.
Then...
His lips were sealed by someone, a soft, alcohol-smelling seal.
The fire that had been burning inside him was ignited by the alcohol and became uncontrollable. He pressed the person against the bed, lowered his body, and kissed him with his eyes closed.
Then the person fell asleep.
Strangely enough, he fell asleep reeking of alcohol.
He lay on the bed with his legs spread wide, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
She fell asleep.
Zong Heng took a cold shower, settled the person down, and covered them with a blanket.
After graduation, he also longed to return to school life, where there were people to work hard with and people to chat with.
Upon graduation, he was momentarily at a loss for what to do. His thoughts were dominated by the job, life, and even marriage arranged by his parents. Yet, he also wanted to vent and longed for a free life.
He gently pecked Mr. Wang on the cheek, then took his pillow and went to his office to sleep.
When Mr. Wang woke up the next day, he saw a note on his bedside table.
The note read: "The porridge is in the rice cooker. Get it ready when you wake up."
Only then did Mr. Wang realize that this was Zong Heng's home.
Was it Zong Heng who took him back yesterday?
In my dream.
Are the scenes in my dreams real?
Why are your lips a little swollen? Could it be... that you were kissed?
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