Returning to school from the summer retreat, Yi Mu began her sweet daily life as a couple.
Xiang Cong finally stopped focusing on criticizing him three times a day.
Men in love can be surprisingly foolish, and Xiang Cong somehow managed to get his hands on a half-used bicycle.
I knocked on Yimu's door early in the morning, saying I would take him to school.
There were seven or eight luxury cars parked in the underground garage of the villa.
After much deliberation, Yi Mu decided to embark on a romantic, youthful bicycle trip with Xiang Cong, braving the not-too-intense morning sun.
Xiang Cong was quite thoughtful, preparing two hats, exactly the same style.
Yi Mu sat on the back seat; the bicycle was tall enough to accommodate his long legs.
Xiang Cong probably doesn't know how to ride a bike, and there were no obstacles or slopes along the way, yet he managed to ride it as if he were on a gravel road.
Yi Mu twisted his back so hard it felt like it was going to break, and pinched Xiang Cong's waist, "Can't you ride slower?"
Xiang Cong's voice sounded very down. "I'm not very athletic, so why don't you put your arm around my waist? That way it'll be more stable."
Yi Mu wanted to pin Xiang Cong to the ground and beat him.
He's a physical education teacher, and he's telling him he's not athletic?
He just said he wanted to be put his arm around the waist; what a scheming man.
Yi Mu wrapped his arms around Xiang Cong's waist from behind.
Xiang Cong learned to ride a bike in a second, keeping both wheels close to the ground and riding steadily.
Even when passing roadblocks, you can squeeze through the gaps and walk past them without any bumps.
Xiang Cong came out early and didn't eat breakfast.
Having arrived at the school gate, Yi Mu parked the car and went to a breakfast shop to buy two cups of hot coffee and some snacks.
As soon as he came out, he saw a group of girls in school uniforms surrounding Yi Mu, taking pictures of him with their phones.
"Was that your friend who just went in? You guys are all so handsome."
A gentle smile played on Yi Mu's lips.
Xiang Cong walked behind him and heard him say to the girls in a clear, melodious voice, "He is my boyfriend."
The girls were stunned; they had never seen anyone so openly admit to being gay.
There is a kind of happiness that is so blissful it's almost unbearable.
Xiang Cong is in this state right now.
He walked behind Yi Mu, affectionately put his arm around his shoulder, and smiled at the girls holding cameras.
"Wouldn't we look even more handsome standing together? Cheese!"
Yi Mu was forced to smile foolishly at him.
After the girls left, satisfied, he bit his straw and used two fingers to pull down Xiang Cong's upturned lips.
"He's laughing like an idiot."
Xiang Cong hugged Yi Mu tightly and rubbed it in his arms like a precious treasure.
"Ugh, what's this smell? It's so sour. I'm not even jealous that you're laughing at those girls."
Yimu ate the sandwich in his hand with a bland taste; human food was simply not enough to fill his stomach, and could only be used as a pastime.
Yi Mu's gaze was fixed on Xiang Cong's wrist.
He recalled the feeling of biting Xiang Cong's hand and sucking his blood halfway up the mountain.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and Yi Mu quickly looked away.
He thought he had concealed it well, but Xiang Cong heard a gurgling sound coming from the little glutton's throat.
Xiang Cong extended a finger and held it to Yi Mu's lips.
Yi Mu's gaze followed the little finger to his face.
Xiang Cong led Yi Mu to a secluded shady spot under a tree, his voice low and seductive.
He swallowed the rest of the bread in one gulp, then moved his fingers to Yimu's lips, gently rubbing the softness.
"I can give you a full meal, but after you're full, you have to promise me one thing."
Yimu grabbed his index finger, opened his lips impatiently, and revealed his sharp fangs.
What are the requirements?
Xiang Cong hooked his finger around his tiny, white, and delicate fangs, which looked nothing like those of a pervert.
"I want to touch your teeth."
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