Your distance (4)
Duan Xingzhi parked the car at the south gate and turned off the engine. Lu Heng had two afternoons of micro-major classes over the weekend. It rained a little in the evening, and it wasn't until after six that Duan Xingzhi saw Lu Heng, wearing a windbreaker, shielding her head with her palms outstretched, quickly sideways through the crowd and walking out.
He honked the horn twice. Lu Heng, who was in the crowd, glanced at the source of the sound, walked over quickly, opened the door, got in, and said casually, "The new car is very beautiful."
Haha, Duan Xingzhi thought, my new watch, new clothes and new hairstyle are also very beautiful, have you fucking seen them?
Duan Xingzhi ignored Lu Heng's words and asked, "What are your plans tonight?"
Lu Heng's eyes were about to squint, but he urged her to close them and forcefully responded, "Meet Mr. Duan, accompany you, and sleep."
"What is it?" Duan Xingzhi's hand trembled.
Lu Heng opened her eyes, glanced at him, chuckled twice, and paused for a longer time: "Accompany you. To sleep."
"Oh, stay with me." Duan Xingzhi braked at the red light without blushing or beating his heart. "Can you even include this in your schedule?"
"Do I think all the time you call me out every two days is wasted?" Lu Heng shook his head helplessly and turned his face away.
Duan Xingzhi watched the soft color of the red light fall on the tip of his nose, lips, and chin. He sneered, "The original matter was all eaten by that dog."
Alaska in the spiritual realm let out a dissatisfied cry, which was sensed by Lu Heng's spiritual tentacles, so he laughed softly twice again.
"What's so funny..." Duan Xingzhi looked straight ahead.
"No, that's it." Lu Heng's voice was muffled by his collar, a little intermittent. "Let's talk about it later."
Duan Xingzhi did not comment. When the red light turned green, he released the brake.
It's impossible not to be disappointed.
But he couldn't really tell whether he was disappointed because Lu Heng rejected his proposal for continued intimacy, or because he couldn't stand the ambitions that came with long-term intimacy, about love and understanding each other.
"You know what? My dad's money is actually my money too." Duan Xingzhi suddenly said, "I'm his only son."
Lu Heng opened his eyes and said, "Yeah, good, very impressive, a rich second generation kid."
"Tsk, is that what I meant?" Duan Xingzhi said irritably.
He continued to hold the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on me. "What I mean is, you can ask me for anything you want. If you don't need it, just use my dad... I know he gives you money from the official account, but I'm sure you don't have enough money sometimes."
Lu Heng didn't respond. He raised his voice and asked, "Did you hear that?"
The car drove into the driveway in front of Duan's house. Duan Xingzhi paid attention to Lu Heng. The guide had taken out the communicator at some point and was looking at it. The bright blue light fell on his face.
"What are you looking at?" Duan Xingzhi exhaled. "Lu Heng?"
Lu Heng seemed to have just realized that he was still there. She put away the communicator, turned her head and smiled at him: "Nothing."
He thought for a moment and said, "I should be able to finish before nine o'clock. I'll come find you then."
Duan Xingzhi's sensory fugue attacks had become less frequent in adulthood, thanks in part to Lu Heng's diligent presence. But tonight, he felt unexpectedly ill. He sat in bed, buried his face in his hands, his consciousness drifting uncontrollably.
I could hear Lu Heng talking to her father a few rooms away. They seemed to be getting along very well. Her father was laughing heartily and Lu Heng's voice was very soft.
But I couldn't make out what he was saying specifically.
Then he heard Lu Heng closing the door and coming out, heard Lu Heng's footsteps on the corridor floor, heard Lu Heng stop in front of his door, knock on the door, and then put his forehead against the door panel.
Duan Xingzhi rubbed his face vigorously, then stood up and opened the door.
The moment the door opened, Duan Xingzhi saw Lu Heng take off his glasses.
Lu Heng grabbed his collar tightly, his face suddenly enlarged, and something soft touched his lips.
Duan Xingzhi's eyes widened, and he subconsciously grabbed his waist and led him into the room, freeing his hands to close the door while they kissed. Lu Heng's hand, which was gripping his collar, gradually moved upwards, cupping his face, forcing Duan Xingzhi to retreat and fall heavily onto the bed.
Duan Xingzhi groaned from the collision, and immediately reached out to support his body, touched his face with his other hand, and bit his lower lip fiercely with his teeth.
"Did you take the wrong medicine today?"
Duan Xingzhi asked breathlessly as they separated for breath. Lu Heng narrowed his eyes and leaned over to kiss him again, kneeling at his waist. Duan Xingzhi grabbed one of his ankles, causing him to lose balance and fall completely onto the bed with him.
She ran her hand up his back, all the way to the back of his neck, and then pressed it against herself with a little force.
Lu Heng struggled a few times and began to cough violently. Duan Xingzhi held his waist and watched him straighten his body, tilt his head slightly, and look at him with slightly red eyes. His eyes were even more beautiful without the frames, and a faint light of tears swayed on the edge of his eyeballs.
"Isn't this what you want?" Lu Heng laughed out loud, then fell on Duan Xingzhi again, leaning on his chest, and raised her eyes to look at him.
Duan Xingzhi said in a muffled voice, "I really do."
Lu Heng was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You know what? I have conditions."
Duan Xingzhi pinched his waist and breathed heavily: "Go ahead."
"Do it first." Lu Heng said softly.
Duan Xingzhi looked at him without moving.
"Ah... I understand." Lu Heng snapped her fingers, climbed a little closer to his shoulder, and smiled with her eyes curved. "So you like this."
"What..." Duan Xingzhi grabbed Lu Heng's legs and pulled him back, then sat up and bent down to kiss him again. He only spoke in between kisses.
Lu Heng supported her wrists and sat on his waist, smiling sweetly at him.
Duan Xingzhi was distracted for a moment.
"That's it." Lu Heng answered easily, kneeling forward on her thighs again, looking at him with pursed lips, "Come?"
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Duan Xingzhi could see Lu Heng's beautiful chin moving with his movements, and could feel Lu Heng's breaths, one after another, almost out of breath, through her skin and bones.
He pressed his waist and kissed him, looking at his beautiful dazed eyes. His body was trembling, his skin was warm, and his heartbeat was as vigorous as his own, resonating with each other.
Lu Heng screamed and fell on him, breathing heavily. Duan Xingzhi ran down his back, staring at his drooping eyelashes with burning eyes. He exerted force with his hands, grabbed his waist, turned him over, and pressed him into the thick pillow.
“Still…” Lu Heng sobbed.
"Tired?" Duan Xingzhi lowered his head and bit his lips, mumbling, "I want to look at you like this."
He felt Lu Heng's limp arms wrapped around his neck with satisfaction, so he leaned down even lower and kissed his red lips.
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If time could stop at this moment, it would be a happy ending. Lu Heng, emerging from Mr. Duan's study, had received the coveted appointment. Duan Xingzhi, who had been waiting anxiously in the room, had taken the initiative, a rare opportunity for Lu Heng. It was almost two o'clock when Duan Xingzhi stopped to hug and kiss Lu Heng. Lu Heng squinted her eyes and looked up, saying she was tired.
It would be strange if I wasn't tired. Duan Xingzhi picked up the clothes that had fallen on the floor, leaned over to the bed, and let Lu Heng raise her head to kiss him.
When I came out of the shower, I found that the clothes I picked up were not my own. I touched the communicator in my pocket, frowned, took it out and looked at it for a while.
Remembering how Lu Heng had absentmindedly watched in the car, I tried entering the password. Lu Heng's birthday was wrong. My own birthday was also wrong.
The date when Lu Heng first came to Duan’s house, yes.
Duan Xingzhi's heart began to beat violently, and he hurriedly clicked on it. The last message in his mailbox was an anonymous one. He scrolled down, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
I wanted to ask Lu Heng if this was what he wanted, but I couldn't help but open the other communications. The ones pinned to the top were the ones with my father, from a few years ago, each one very brief.
-Xingzhi is not in a good state today, and the counseling effect is average. I have told Assistant Lin the details.
-good.
-Xingzhi came to see me on Monday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
-Next time, come by yourself.
-Okay, I understand. Please help, Mr. Duan.
The earliest information about his own counseling session was from his first sensory fugue episode. Duan Xingzhi remembered waking up that day and getting angry at Lu Heng. The message was timestamped in the early morning, probably because Lu Heng had just finished counseling and left her room.
-Every time you help Xingzhi with counseling, you have to report to me.
-Okay, Mr. Duan.
Right here in this room.
What kind of mood was Lu Heng in when he reported all that he thought he had...romantic and lingering, fingers clasped together, with infinite sharing of spiritual pictures, and all his counseling behaviors to his father one by one and meekly, just like he was reporting his work to his superiors.
No mistakes or omissions.
Duan Xingzhi stared at the long string of information records for a long time, until the water droplets on his body were half dried, and he heard Lu Heng calling him in a hoarse voice outside.
He walked out with the communicator and threw it at him: "Explain to me."
Lu Heng, who had just been pressed into the soft quilt by him, was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I was planning to tell you later."
Duan Xingzhi stood there, staring at him intently, his body trembling with anger. Lu Heng began to realize something was wrong and picked up his phone, his face slowly turning from red to white.
"Of course, Lu Heng." Duan Xingzhi gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his voice, unable to bear it any longer. "Are you kidding me? Huh? You have no need of me for anything! It was my dad who asked you to come here today, right? Huh? Are you going to send him a message when you get back to tell him what position we did it in?"
Lu Heng pursed her lips, opened her eyes wide, and after a long while she whispered, "Will you still help me?"
Duan Xingzhi snatched the communicator from his hand and threw it to the ground: "You're dreaming!"
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The central area of Baita is always cold in winter. Lin Zhu came out of the elevator holding documents and turned into an independent office filled with sunlight.
The guide, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, sat behind the desk, his hair styled in a mature style. He looked like he was only 27. Lin Zhu knocked twice on the door, and Lu Heng looked up and smiled at him.
"Mr. Duan is here today." Lin Zhu put down the stack of documents that were trying to cover up something, and said with a hint of meaning.
Lu Heng's smiling face froze for a moment, then he lowered his head and raised it again: "Okay, got it, I'll be right there."
Lin Zhu stood there without moving: "Mr. Duan is very anxious to see you."
It meant that he should follow immediately. Lu Heng lowered his eyes silently and did not respond.
"Please don't make things difficult for me." Lin Zhu's voice was almost a sigh.
Outside the transparent glass, people were coming and going. Lu Heng pursed her lips and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't go. I just have something I haven't finished yet. I'll be there soon..."
"Do you still want me to treat you?"
Lu Heng looked up suddenly. It was Duan Xingzhi leaning against the door of the large office outside, his arms folded. His tone was relaxed, even a hint of a smile.
It seemed like a joke to a lover, and Lu Heng's subordinates obviously felt the same way, but Lu Heng's face froze again and he quickly stood up.
Lin Zhu watched Lu Heng's back straighten unconsciously, his eyes fixed on his nose. Duan Xingzhi reached out and squeezed his shoulders, then turned to the others in the office and said, "Go about your business."
Lu Heng was taken away by Duan Xingzhi, with his hand resting lightly on Lu Heng's shoulder. As they passed by, people greeted the two of them, and Lu Heng responded with a smile.
Duan Xingzhi opened the door of his office, stepped aside to let Lu Heng in first, and then closed the door behind him. He stared at Lu Heng for a while, lowered his head and took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his head, took a few steps forward, put his arms around Lu Heng's waist, and carried him to the desk.
Lu Heng tilted his head back to reject his kiss, so Duan Xingzhi did as he wished, sneered, and bit his neck hard.
Lu Heng took a quick, restrained breath, her lips trembling. Duan Xingzhi had left that tooth mark, then switched from biting to licking, kissing down to her collarbone and up to her earlobe. Lu Heng's skin quickly flushed.
He stopped when he kissed her chin, tilted his head to sniff her, and said in a cold voice, "Wait for me to serve you?"
Lu Heng closed her eyes, lowered her head obediently, and kissed Duan Xingzhi.
Duan Xingzhi reached out and touched Lu Heng's lower back. Feeling Lu Heng's slight trembling, he couldn't help but frown. The next second, he heard Lu Heng whisper, "I don't feel well... Can we do it tomorrow?"
The tone was deliberately softened, like a plea. Duan Xingzhi paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and chuckled. He knew best how good Lu Heng was at deceiving people and how clever his methods were.
"Do you think I'll believe you?" Duan Xingzhi rubbed the soft flesh vigorously, his voice cold, "You had the guts to apply to school using someone else's identity at the age of seventeen. You should be even bolder now."
Lu Heng lost his voice, closed his eyes and endured, waiting for the pleasure, pain and guilt to flow like water through his body, which was completely given to Duan Xingzhi and still had faint marks of love.
According to the staff within the group, Mr. Lu is Mr. Duan's lover.
Mr. Duan was gaining experience at the branch office and seldom came to the headquarters, but whenever he did, he would go to see the chief. The two seemed to be very close in private. More than once, they were caught kissing in the front seat of a car in the basement, their faces pressed together in the darkness.
However, only Lu Heng knows that Duan Xingzhi is actually collecting a debt, the debt for the first time he asked Duan Xingzhi for help seven years ago. Twenty-year-old Lu Heng tries to use the need and love that Duan Xingzhi might desire in exchange for him washing away the most insignificant of the many stains in his life.
Originally, I could have solved it myself, or at worst I could have asked Mr. Duan for help, but at that time my mind was racing, and I wanted to give Duan Xingzhi a chance no matter what.
The result was that even Duan Xingzhi's obsession could not be maintained, and it has been like this until today.
Lu Heng panted and raised her upper body, her legs hanging limply. Duan Xingzhi picked up a blanket and covered her with it. He turned around to put on his clothes and said in a cold tone, "You weren't home the past two days?"
The home he was referring to wasn't the Duan residence, but the flat Duan Xingzhi bought after Lu Heng graduated from university, close to the group. Lu Heng had just moved into the staff dormitory when Duan Xingzhi snatched her out like a fox, grabbed her by the collar, and threw her into the passenger seat.
Lu Heng raised her head and smiled at him: "Well, no, have you been back these two days?"
Duan Xingzhi hated the way he acted as if he was completely loyal and had no grudges, so he turned his face away and said nothing.
"I'll be there next time." Lu Heng said with all his strength, "After I finish this busy period."
God knows what Lu Heng is busy with. Duan Xingzhi never thought that with Lu Heng's ability, he would need to put in such a great effort to complete these small tasks in his position. He sneered and strode to the door. When he grasped the handle, he turned back and said grimly: "You'd better really be."
Lu Heng smiled and nodded, watching the door close before her eyes. Duan Xingzhi was easy to understand, from the past to the present.
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