Chapter 23
The air around seemed to freeze.
Sis exhaled heavily, his eyes darkening as he looked at the boy. He muttered a word in a hoarse voice, "Big?"
The boy, his face flushed from drinking some red wine, gestured clumsily with his hands, "Really? I put it on and it slipped off."
The man stared deeply at Fang Chen's shirt, as if he wanted to see everything inside through the thin fabric.
But he finally managed to look away, "I'll have someone send over a new one."
Fang Chen made an "OK" gesture with his eyes, and his bright dark eyes blinked through the "O".
It's so cute that it makes people dizzy.
It took almost all of Sith's self-control to not pull the man into his arms. He gritted his teeth, the veins in his forehead bulging, and said in a low voice, "Go back to your room and wait."
If he looked at it a few more times, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it in any longer.
But Fang Chen shook his head. "I'm not sleepy yet. Didn't you say we could play games? Where's the game disc?"
While muttering, he walked to the drawer under the cabinet to search. The boy bent down and his shirt slid up with his movements, the hem moving from his knees to his legs, and then up... He was not wearing anything.
Sith's breathing became heavier, and his eyes seemed to be stained with blood due to excessive congestion. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart.
It really deserves to be fucked.
He strode over, grabbed her waist and lifted her up, her plump buttocks sticking out in front of him. The man could no longer bear it, so he raised his hand and slapped her face, saying in a deep voice, "Go back to your room and put your underwear on before coming out."
A crisp sound exploded in the room. Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, and his dizzy head due to drinking seemed to wake up at this moment.
Sith spanked him? And spanked him? And spanked his bare bottom?
Fang Chen's face wasn't this red even when he was drinking. His entire neck, right down to his earlobes, was red. He was quiet for a moment, then suddenly began to struggle desperately, kicking his legs wildly as he spoke in a mixture of Chinese and English. "Holy shit! You dare to hit me! Bastard! Put me down! I want to fight you!"
The man had a stern face and it was impossible for him to let the man go. He had to hold on to his shirt to prevent the struggle from being seen clearly and he from accidentally firing his gun.
By the time he carried the man into the bedroom and put him on the bed, Fang Chen had already left several scratches on Sis's neck.
As soon as he landed on the bed, Fang Chen immediately raised his head and glared at the man with vigilance, clenching his fists, "Don't think I can't beat you."
Xisi reached out a hand and wrapped it around his little fist. He lowered his eyes to look at him and said in a deep voice, "Why? Do you like to fight with people naked?"
The lamb's eyes widened even further, and he pulled his hand back, nervously covering his butt.
Just at this moment, the doorbell outside rang.
Xisi gave Fang Chen another serious look before turning around and leaving.
As soon as the others left, Fang Chen quickly rubbed his butt twice.
Bastard! Don’t you know how strong his grip is?!
Sis returned with his things, placed the bag on the bedside table, and whispered, "Go change."
Fang Chen glared at him, "Get out!"
The man snorted. Just now she had the courage to walk around naked in front of him, but now she knew to do it behind his back.
But he didn't say anything, turned around, closed the door and went out.
Sis didn't like smoking in front of Fang Chen, but the anger in his heart had really reached a peak, so he bit the cigarette and chewed the tobacco carefully in his mouth.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking from this angle, you can see the lights on below, in patches, blurred by the rain, like an out-of-focus movie.
But what Sis saw was the boy wearing his shirt with his calves exposed.
Clean, beautiful and tempting.
There was another bag on the sofa next to it.
It was just delivered by the assistant.
A set of home clothes.
But Xisi didn't send it to Fang Chen just now.
Secretly, he preferred Fang Chen wearing his shirt.
Even if——
The man turned his head and glanced at the closed bedroom door.
I guess Fang Chen won’t come out until tomorrow morning.
The rain is still falling.
But Xisi didn't know whether it was a mistake to coax Fang Chen to stay tonight, and whether it would make their relationship worse.
*
Too bad!!!
Early in the morning, Fang Chen, with his messy black hair, was practicing boxing in the house, hitting the pillow hard with his fists.
Let you drink, let you drink!!
I just have such a bad memory!!
Last time he touched my abs, this time he ran around naked, so next time, will he crawl into my bed?!
After a random beating, the pillow was deformed, but the memory foam slowly bounced back.
Fang Chen fell on his back on the bed, panting.
It’s so spicy! It’s so spicy! It’s so spicy!
I really hope this door will never open and he will never have to face the Sith!
But after lying on the bed for less than two minutes, a fragrance drifted in through the crack in the door.
The lamb suddenly raised its head and sniffed seriously.
Oh no, this wave is coming for him.
The lamb didn't last more than two seconds before getting up and sniffing the door crack. It smelled really good. What were they cooking? Stewing chicken?
I ate that little white people's food yesterday and my stomach is already rumbling.
Unable to hold on any longer, Fang Chen opened the door and walked out, deliberately putting on a stern face, trying to defeat Sith in momentum.
What's wrong with him being naked? Does he deserve to be spanked just because he's naked?
Fang Chen sneaked into the kitchen like a thief, but as soon as he walked in, he was caught by the man who turned around.
"Good morning." Sis's tone was calm, as if he had forgotten what happened last night.
"I made some chicken noodle soup. You can go wash up and eat it."
Fang Chen lost all his energy in an instant and said dryly, "Morning."
He lowered his head and his face turned red. Only then did he realize that he had not changed his clothes and was still wearing a man's shirt. After a night, the white shirt had become wrinkled.
What Fang Chen didn't notice was that the moment he lowered his head, the man stared at him. His eyes suddenly darkened, and his gray-blue gaze swept over every inch of Fang Chen's body like a wolf, from his open collar that was unbuttoned, to his calves exposed under the hem of his clothes.
This is his prey.
Sooner or later it will be eaten.
Fang Chen didn't dare to look up, hesitating, "I, I'll go change my clothes first."
He ran back to the room without even looking back.
Sis turned around and turned off the fire, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
There was a clear polarization at the dinner table.
On one side was a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup with a golden egg on top and fresh orange juice next to it.
On the opposite side, there is a slice of bread with a light vegetable salad and a cup of dark coffee.
Fang Chen ate with relish, not even raising his head, almost burying his head in the food. "You don't want to eat...you're just going to eat that?"
Sis stirred his coffee and asked casually, "Are you going back to school soon?"
"Yeah! I have two classes today."
The man asked logically, "Then I'll pick you up after class."
"Gulp"
Fang Chen drank the last mouthful of soup and felt a little dazed.
Why does his tone sound so natural, as if they are living together?
If it weren't for what happened last night, Fang Chen might have agreed, but now, the lamb vaguely sensed danger and just wanted to run away quickly.
After wiping his mouth, Fang Chen shook his head and lied casually, "I had a dinner appointment with Jie Ming, so I went back to the dormitory."
Xisi could tell at a glance whether Fang Chen was lying, but he didn't expose it. He nodded slightly and said, "Then tomorrow..."
"I also have something to do tomorrow."
Under the man's gaze, Fang Chen's voice was a little weak.
Xisi's patience ran out. He pushed the coffee cup aside and stared at Fang Chen with his eyes. "Are you avoiding me?"
Fang Chen looked away for a moment and whispered, "No, no."
"Then come tomorrow."
Sis softened his tone and said, "If you can complete your study plan during the day, I'll take you out to play in the evening."
Hearing this, the lamb's eyes lit up, and after a moment of hesitation he asked, "Where are we going to play?"
"Secrecy!"
Fang Chen pouted, but finally agreed reluctantly.
He just wanted to go out and have fun, and it had nothing to do with Sis.
After dinner, Xisi drove Fang Chen back to school. There were a lot of people at that time, so Fang Chen asked Xisi to park the car in the small road next to it.
The man was a little displeased when he heard this, "What do you mean? Am I embarrassed?"
"You're not ashamed, you're a celebrity."
Fang Chen fastened his seatbelt and muttered, "Do you know that you will be photographed if you walk around the school?"
"so what?"
Fang Chen gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Xisi deliberately. "It will be misunderstood. Last Halloween, you were photographed, and the forum comments said we were a couple."
The man stared at him deeply, "Are you angry?"
Fang Chen paused for a moment, lowered his gaze, and whispered, "Let's go quickly, I'm going to be late for class."
The roar of the sports car engine rang out as it sped past on the road.
After watching Fang Chen leave, Xisi returned to the car, leaned back on the seat, and closed his eyes to rest.
During this time, someone called him, but he was too lazy to answer. After more than ten minutes, Sis drove back to the apartment.
If this place wasn't close to the school and easy to coax Fang Chen to come over, Xisi wouldn't have come back so often.
It just so happened that they met the cleaning lady at the door, and Xi specifically told her not to enter that guest room.
"I'll clean that one myself."
Cis took off his coat and walked inside.
When Xiaoyang left, he tidied up the room roughly, folded the quilt neatly, and placed the shirt he had worn on the bed.
The man stared at it for two seconds with his eyes lowered, then picked up the shirt. He first lowered his head and smelled it gently, but finally couldn't help it and buried his whole face in it.
*
At first, he just wanted to tell a lie, but after two classes, Fang Chen felt dizzy and actually called Jie Ming to ask him out for dinner.
This is a roast chicken restaurant in the basement. The Hot Wings taste great. Jieming ordered three at once, as if he wanted to eat Fang Chen out of money.
Fang Chen had no appetite, so he took a sip of juice and sighed leisurely.
Jie Ming raised his head, "What's wrong with you?"
Fang Chen shook his head and said nothing.
Benjamin snorted. "Sitting in front of you is the most authoritative relationship expert in New York City. I advise you not to give up this opportunity."
Fang Chen hesitated for a moment and stammered, "I have a friend..."
Jieming gestured, "Stop."
"What happened between you and Sith? Just tell me."
Fang Chen, “…”
He lowered his head embarrassedly, "I think he is deliberately teasing me."
"How do you say that?"
"On the one hand, he's being nice to me and asking me out, but on the other hand, he doesn't express his feelings." Fang Chen was still a little angry as he spoke, clenching his fists. "That's really bullying."
Jie Ming frowned and touched his chin. "You are so cute, how could he not be moved? Even if he is a Sith, he can't be so excessive."
"When will you meet again?"
Fang Chen said awkwardly, "Tomorrow..."
Jieming thought for a moment, then waved to Fang Chen, "Come here, I have a good idea."
"So secretive? And whispering."
"Of course, VIPs can't listen."
…
Early the next morning, Fang Chen was woken up by the alarm clock. He got up with his eyes closed, washed up quickly, and ran downstairs with his small schoolbag.
I feel like I'm going to school early in the morning.
The two of them were already very familiar with each other. Xisi took Fang Chen's schoolbag very naturally and ruffled his messy black hair. "Are you hungry? I made dumplings this morning. You can eat them when you get home."
"It's about making dumplings." Fang Chen corrected him, but his eyes lit up again in an instant, "You can do this too?"
Sith said naturally, "It's very simple."
He spoke lightly, without mentioning that he had to get up in the early morning to prepare.
Fang Chen couldn't help but mutter, "Have you ever considered opening a Chinese restaurant?"
Xisi curled the corners of his lips and said, "You can treat me as a chef now. Welcome to order."
I have to say, Sith's craftsmanship is really great.
While eating dumplings, Fang Chen couldn't help but study and wonder how the other person's cooking skills could be so good.
He stretched out his hand and compared it to Sis's. The man's palm was more than a circle larger than his. "Is it because your palm is big that you are good at cooking?"
Sith's eyes dimmed, he paused for two seconds, then flipped his palm and covered the boy's hand in his own.
Fang Chen subconsciously clenched his hands into fists, but this made it easier for Xisi to knead them into a small ball.
In the arena, Sis only knew that his fists had to be harder than stone to defeat his opponent, but he never knew that some people's fists were as soft as cotton and could hit him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
I don’t know how to like it anymore. I can’t wait to put it on my lips and kiss and lick it.
The man's palm was burning, making Fang Chen feel a little uncomfortable. He struggled twice, pulled his hand out, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Sith stared at him deeply for a few seconds before calmly changing the subject, "Have you been to a bar?"
Eh?
The lamb pricked up one ear.
"Joey invested in a boxing-themed bar and will take you there tonight."
The lamb's ears stood up.
He tilted his head back, his eyes sparkling. "Boxing theme? Is there an arena?"
"Of course, there will be a game tonight."
The lamb cheered, "Then when shall we go?"
Sith smiled, "After you complete your study assignment for today."
Snap!
The lamb lies on the table and turns into lamb meatballs.
There is a study in this apartment, but Xisi doesn't use it often, so it is just right for Fang Chen to use for study.
Two people sat facing each other at a desk, and the atmosphere was like being in a library. Fang Chen furtively glanced at the book in Xisi's hand. It was full of obscure words, and he felt dizzy just by looking at it.
Noticing Fang Chen's gaze, the man also looked up, but the lamb quickly withdrew his gaze and buried his head in studying seriously.
Sis wanted to laugh and asked him deliberately, "Is there anything you don't understand?"
Fang Chen clenched the book in his hand, buried his head, and said in a muffled voice, "No."
"Don't lower your head so much, it's bad for your eyes." Sith put on a more serious tone, as if he really was a senior.
The boy had to raise his head. It seemed that his hair was a little long, and from this angle, Sith could hardly see his eyes.
But if he really took Fang Chen to get a haircut, Xisi would be a little reluctant. He liked the boy's black hair very much and it felt very good to touch.
I don’t know if there was a reward hanging in the air, but Fang Chen’s study progress was very fast today. He buried his head and worked hard, and he had already exceeded the target by the afternoon.
Xisi glanced at the time and said, "It's a bit early. I'll take you to eat first. What do you want to eat?"
Fang Chen shook his head, his eyes sparkling, "I'm not hungry, I want to go back and change clothes."
Sith frowned, "Change clothes? Why?"
"Aren't we going to the bar tonight?"
In fact, Sis rarely goes to such places. If he didn't want to take Xiaoyang out to play this time, he would not have accepted Joey's invitation. He couldn't understand why he had to change clothes to go to the bar.
However, he would always agree to Fang Chen's request, and nodded, "Okay, I'll take you home, you go change your clothes, I'll wait for you downstairs in the dormitory."
Fang Chen secretly sent a text message to Jieming in advance, and Jieming was already waiting for him in the dormitory with a lot of bags.
As soon as she saw Fang Chen coming back, she immediately pulled him into the bedroom.
"Don't worry, honey. Today, Sith will be completely captivated by you. But you have to stick to the plan and talk less to him."
Fang Chen nodded vigorously, clenched his fists, and said secretly.
I can't catch him to death.
After changing clothes and putting on makeup, Fang Chen's eyes widened when he saw Jie Ming taking out tools like curling irons from his bag. "You are amazing."
Benjamin whistled, "Of course, I'm a professional."
Sis waited for quite a while, but he showed no signs of impatience. He had heard Joey complain a few times before about being annoyed while waiting for his girlfriend, and he had just listened casually at the time, but he had never imagined that he would experience such a day himself, and now he felt a completely different kind of joy.
He stood downstairs of the dormitory, leaning against the car door, looking up at the rows of lights on in the apartments.
He knew which one belonged to Fang Chen's room.
What was Fang Chen doing now? Changing clothes? When he took off his clothes, his thin waist would be exposed first. Perhaps he would bend over and fumble around on the bed, his plump butt sticking out.
Xisi's mind was in a mess, but it was all about Fang Chen.
Until the person he was thinking about walked out of the dormitory door.
The man was stunned for a rare moment, and then his eyes darkened, like sticky ink, firmly stuck to Fang Chen.
Fang Chen was wearing the clothes that Jieming had chosen for him. A black top with rhinestones and a low V-neck, revealing a large expanse of milky skin. He wore denim shorts underneath, and a riveted belt around his waist. Even better, Jieming had curled his hair, creating small black curls with the ends sticking up, a playful and adorable look.
This was an outfit the boy had never worn before. The eyeliner at the end of his eyes was long and curled, like an elf. When he looked up at Sith, the man's breath almost stopped.
Fang Chen smiled with his eyes bent, "Sis, have you been waiting for a long time?"
The man's voice was a little hoarse, "No."
He moved closer to the man, tiptoed, and got very close, so close that when Sith lowered his eyes, he could see the boy's lips, which were shiny because of the lip gloss.
Fang Chen asked softly, "Sis, do I look good in this outfit?"
The man stared at him for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice, "It looks good."
A little closer... If Fang Chen moved a little closer, Xisi would be able to kiss him easily.
But the next second, the young man passed by him nimbly, "It's getting late, Sis, let's go."
The man stood there, took a deep breath, his gray-blue eyes dark and terrifying. He closed his eyes before getting back into the car.
Along the way, Fang Chen didn't talk much to Xisi. He just lowered his head to play with his phone. The man looked at him several times and finally couldn't help but asked, "You didn't eat dinner, are you hungry?"
Fang Chen didn't even raise his head, "I'm not hungry."
The man frowned slightly, glanced at Fang Chen's phone, and asked casually, "Who are you chatting with?"
Fang Chen finally paused, looked up and blinked at Xisi, and deliberately gave an ambiguous answer.
"friend."
Sith's eyes darkened, his lips pursed, and he stopped talking.
Joey's bar is located in the city center.
This is a detached villa with three floors. The sign is very large and the lights are even a little dazzling at night.
Joey was waiting at the door on purpose. When he saw Sis get out of the car and walk over, he almost jumped for joy.
With Sis as his signature, his bar is sure to be a big hit.
"Hey! Sith, this way!"
"Shen! We meet again!! Oh my God, you are so beautiful tonight, like a little devil, uh... you know, this is a compliment."
Fang Chen stood next to Xisi and winked at him, "Thank you!"
Joey wanted to say a few more words, but was interrupted by the man coldly, "Do you like standing at the door and blowing the cold wind?"
Joey choked and moved aside, "Come in, come in, young master, you can't afford to offend me."
Sith didn't move, but let Fang Chen walk in front of him. He stood beside Fang Chen, and his tall body completely blocked his view.
Joey was speechless and muttered, "You're watching me so closely."
Xisi glanced at him and said in a calm tone, "Ask the chef to make some food and send it over."
"This is a bar, not a restaurant—"
He swallowed the rest of his words under Sith's cold gaze, and Joey walked away feeling frustrated.
After he said these two sentences, there was no one around him. Sis turned his head and saw no one. His face suddenly became gloomy. He glanced around with a slightly gloomy look and found Fang Chen lying on the bar counter, holding his chin and watching intently.
The man frowned, strode over, stood next to Fang Chen, stretched out one hand, supported it on the corner of the table next to him, and calmly enveloped the young man in his arms.
He said calmly, "Want a drink?"
Fang Chen turned around, tilted his head back, and squinted his eyes. "I don't drink, but he's really amazing. He was breathing fire just now."
Sis's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He didn't hear a word the boy said. All he could see were those soft lips opening and closing.
This position is very suitable for kissing.
He unconsciously moved closer, and under the dim light, the shadows of the two people were almost touching.
But the next second, Fang Chen dodged and nimbly slipped out to the other side.
"Where do we sit? On the second floor?" the young man asked calmly.
Sith took a deep breath, paused for two seconds, and then walked over, "Yes, follow me."
This bar has no private rooms, and even the second floor has booths, but this is exactly what Fang Chen wants. They sit in the position with the best view, and if they look down slightly, they can see the stadium in the center of the first floor.
Fang Chen lay on the back of the sofa and looked down with interest.
Because he couldn't drink, Xisi had someone bring up a glass of juice with a straw. The man held the glass to Fang Chen's lips and said, "Try it and see if you like it."
Fang Chen didn't even move his hands, just took a sip from the cup that Xisi was holding and nodded, "It tastes good."
Sis raised the corner of his lip and was about to continue talking to Fang Chen, but the boy tilted his head and asked Joey beside him, "When does the game start?"
Joey glanced at the time and said, "It's almost ten o'clock, five minutes left."
As they were talking, they heard loud cheers from the first floor. Fang Chen's attention was immediately drawn to it. He turned his head and looked over, exclaiming in surprise, "Preparing for the match, Joey. Is that blue-haired guy also a boxer? He's in great shape."
Joey nearly spit out his drink.
He didn't dare to answer immediately. He first glanced at Sith next to him. As expected, the man's face was terribly gloomy. He swallowed silently and answered ambiguously, "The figure... is average."
Before Fang Chen could say anything, Xisi, who was standing beside him, had already lost his patience. He reached out and tugged at Fang Chen, saying in a low voice, "Sit down. You haven't eaten anything tonight, so you need to fill your stomach first."
There were some snacks on the table, and there was even a small grill next to it with sliced roast beef on it.
Fang Chen uttered a small "Oh" and forked a piece of roast beef into his mouth. Then his eyes lit up and said, "It tastes great!"
Joey said complacently, "Of course. I hired the chefs here myself. The food here is definitely better than that of a first-class restaurant."
At this point, he couldn't help but talk again, boasting, "This bar, from top to bottom, inside and out, I run it all myself! Shen! You know, my dream since I was a kid has been to own a boxing bar. That would be so cool."
Fang Chen smiled, his eyes curved. "So powerful, what's the name of the blue-haired boxer down there?"
"Him? Bedi——"
A crisp voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the conversation between the two people.
Sis slammed his wine glass down on the table and looked up at Joey coldly.
Joey woke up instantly, coughed twice, and changed the subject abruptly, "Chen! Do you want another flavor of juice? Do you want milk?"
Fang Chen puffed his lips and said nothing.
But soon, the broadcast sounded from below.
The boxing match began.
Sis had no interest in this kind of tavern boxing match. In his opinion, this kind of entertaining match was not worth his time and attention.
But Fang Chen was watching with great interest.
Their eyes are wide open, and when they see something intense, their mouths open in slight surprise.
Sith's eyes were frighteningly cold.
He wondered, was Fang Chen this excited the last time he went to watch his game?
The man gritted his teeth secretly and began to regret bringing Fang Chen here to play.
He didn't know why, but Fang Chen seemed a little reluctant to talk to him today. This realization made the man feel very irritated.
He hated the lamb's focus on anyone but him.
However, the gloomy mood immediately dissipated when Fang Chen turned his head and smiled at him.
Under the flickering light ball, the boy seemed to be glowing, his eyes were curved, and his eyebrows were incredibly beautiful.
However, as soon as the words came out, Sith's face turned completely cold.
"Can we invite him up to play with us?"
Sis's expression was extremely ugly. He looked coldly at the ignorant lamb and said, "Oh? What do you want to play?"
The author has something to say:
On the degree of two people being an old married couple
Initial stage: take the schoolbag, rub the hair, and help the lamb open the car door.
Advanced stage: reaching out for a hug, lifting her feet to wait for shoes to be put on, habitually using the man as a sofa, finding a comfortable position in his arms to play with her phone
Final stage: Pat the lamb's butt and it will know to change its position.
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