“My house isn’t big, but it has two rooms. You can trust my character.”
“Jian Xiaoyan…”
His mouth was sealed with a kiss.
Jian Yan was short; even on tiptoe, she couldn't reach him, so she had to press down on his neck. Her movements were clumsy as she sucked on the corner of his lips.
Qin Shu instantly burst into flames.
He bent down completely to return her kiss. He finally tasted the sweet fragrance of flowers and honey.
That night, Jian Yan didn't go home; she stayed at Qin Shu's place.
Living in separate rooms, I slept soundly all night.
Poor Qin Shu, tossing and turning all night, ended up looking like a national treasure panda the next day, sporting thick dark circles under his eyes.
*
Zhao Jiequn left with Rong Xiao.
Rong Xiao invited him to go to Fugue together.
Two men, both frustrated and unsuccessful in their careers, sharing a similar plight and unable to be together, went to a bar together.
Wine glasses are the best place to build rapport, and conversations can easily turn to anything and everything.
"Hey, Young Master Rong, do you prefer men or women?"
Rong Xiao held his Singapore Sling, rubbing the glass on his face, his eyes growing increasingly hazy. "I used to like men. Because those women, they were either ugly or beautiful but lacked personality, they didn't catch my eye."
Zhao Jiequn stared at his Adam's apple. Apart from that feature, he was indeed more alluring than the average woman. "Who told you to have a woman's face? Why don't you live in the Shang Dynasty? Even Daji couldn't compare to you."
"Later, I met my Consort Dai. Consort Dai was a woman of strong character, passionate and unrestrained, more so than any man. But she had a sophisticated, world-weary face, a face made for the red carpet, and it was exactly my type. So, she straightened me out."
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