It's better to be a bedmate. No status is worse than being a bedmate...
When the water temperature was right, Cheng Sizhou's hands were also burned red.
But he seemed not to care and used hot water to massage Wen Zichuan's arches and calves.
Having been dealing with prosthetic devices for many years, his fingertips have thin calluses, which are slightly harder than the skin on other parts of his body. When pressing on his calves, Wen Zichuan felt so comfortable that his toes curled up.
"Is the force enough? Do you want it heavier?" Cheng Sizhou transformed himself into a "technician" and repeatedly confirmed the needs of the "customer".
"No, I'm afraid of pain." Wen Zichuan said casually, and then he was full of regret. Exposing one's weaknesses is equivalent to putting the other person in a safe range, which means he is not far from "forgiving him".
Cheng Sizhou lowered his head and smiled secretly, thinking to himself, you are not only afraid of pain, but also afraid of cold and heat, afraid of thunder and rain, and afraid of bitter medicine.
Wen Zichuan had no idea what he was complaining about. He was in a bad mood and just kept kicking the water in the bucket.
Seeing Cheng Sizhou dodging left and right, trying to avoid the splashing water but unable to do so, he actually felt a little happy.
Cheng Sizhou knew that he had finished washing, so he took out his right foot and wiped it with water for him.
In order to make it easier to work, he took off his coat and only wore a simple white shirt. Unexpectedly, Wen Zichuan suddenly raised his wet left foot and stepped on his shoulder, and a large water stain immediately appeared on the fabric of his shirt.
Contrary to what Wen Zichuan expected, Cheng Sizhou was not angry at all. Instead, he pulled down his restless left foot, wrapped it in a bath towel, and wiped it dry carefully.
Wanting to do something bad but failing, Wen Zichuan turned over, played with his phone and ignored him.
Cheng Sizhou brought a thin blanket and covered him with it: "After soaking your feet, you have to wait half an hour before you can take a shower, understand?"
Wen Zichuan covered his ears: "We've broken up, why do you care about me?"
Cheng Sizhou didn't argue with him and turned away silently.
He walked back and forth in the room, washed the teapot, boiled some hot water, and looking at the many kinds of tea bags in the cupboard, he chose a lighter jasmine tea.
Tea alone is not enough. Zichuan hasn't eaten much since he went to Guilu Mountain. Cheng Sizhou called to order a meal, asking for a balanced and non-greasy meal, plus a bowl of freshly cooked rice wine, and the topping must be osmanthus flowers picked this year.
Smelling the aroma of food and tea, Wen Zichuan's stomach growled uncontrollably.
When he usually eats his work meals, either someone is filming him or he is in a hurry, so he has to chew slowly and finish his meals quickly, and every meal is a complete waste of experience.
Anyway, there was no one else around at the moment, and Cheng Sizhou had seen him eat before, so he just wanted to sit and eat without any proper manners and have a good meal.
Wen Zichuan sat down at the table with one leg stretched on another chair. He handed Cheng Sizhou a plate. Regardless of whether it was meat or vegetables, he would only eat half and throw the rest on the plate.
And "harshly" warned him: "No, waste!"
"Okay, no waste." Cheng Sizhou was very obedient and ate all the food he threw to him.
Wen Zichuan was full and warm, so he happily lay back and continued playing with his phone.
Cheng Sizhou cleared the table, lit some incense to remove the odor, and then walked over to him, pulling down his rolled-up sleeves to cover the scar on his forearm that had not faded for a long time.
"Did I do well?" he asked.
"It's okay." Wen Zichuan turned his back to him, but he couldn't say anything that would go against his conscience.
"Can you reward me?" Cheng Sizhou asked again.
Wen Zichuan put down his phone and rubbed his legs unconsciously under the thin blanket: "...What reward do you want?"
Cheng Sizhou paused for a few seconds before saying, "Let me hold you for a while, just for a while, okay?"
Wen Zichuan turned around and saw the water stains on his shoulders that had not yet dried. He didn't say anything, but silently made half of the bed available.
Cheng Sizhou got on the bed and hugged him from behind through the thin blanket.
He gently buried his head in the back of Wen Zichuan's neck, greedily absorbing his unique scent.
In his mind, the bell before the stage opening seemed to ring. It struck the final note and echoed for a long time. After it, everyone fell silent and all the noise faded away.
Although his wounds were bleeding profusely, at this moment, it was as if a bottle of luxurious anesthetic was poured over his head, paralyzing his senses and making him feel no pain no matter how serious the injury was.
"Have you hugged enough?" Wen Zichuan reminded coldly.
"Yeah." Cheng Sizhou didn't dare to be greedy and made a gesture to get up.
"Don't move," Wen Zichuan pressed his elbow against his forearm, "I have something to ask you."
Cheng Sizhou stopped moving obediently: "Ask."
"Were you the one who paid tribute to my mother at the cemetery last time?"
"……yes."
"Today at Yuanxin Temple, the person behind the Buddha statue, was that you?"
"……yes."
"You heard the fortune, didn't you? The master explained it, but I didn't understand. Aren't you the best at this? Explain it to me again."
When fate meets, everything comes true; two lives are just a dream, what is before your eyes is reality.
In Cheng Sizhou's opinion, in order to make money, temples mostly write auspicious words on fortune sticks, which are straightforward and hardly require interpretation.
What the master said was clear enough. Zichuan definitely did not fail to understand, but was testing himself.
But when it comes to feelings, Cheng Sizhou is the dumbest person in the world. He can't guess what Wen Zichuan wants him to answer and what the correct answer is.
The opportunity to spend time together tonight was hard-won. He bit his lower lip, afraid that if he said a wrong word, he would be kicked out.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Wen Zichuan's patience ran out: "Let go, I'm going to take a shower."
Cheng Sizhou watched him go into the bathroom, but his mind was still struggling with the interpretation of the fortune.
He didn't understand, if Zichuan didn't want to give him a chance, why would he allow himself to hug him? If Zichuan was willing to give him a chance, why did he always have a cold face?
Wen Zichuan came out of the shower and pointed at his wet hair when he passed by him.
Cheng Sizhou understood and immediately took out a hair dryer to help him dry his hair.
The slender and hard fingers stroked across his scalp, causing waves of itchiness. Wen Zichuan had to restrain himself so as not to tremble slightly due to excessive comfort.
After taking good care of the "little ancestor" and sending him to his bedroom, Cheng Sizhou ironed his clothes one by one and hung them in the closet so that he could wear them tomorrow.
After everything was packed up, it was finally my turn to take a shower and change clothes.
He was running water in the bathroom when Wen Zichuan suddenly came running over in slippers, saying, "You're sleeping outside tonight."
"Yeah," Cheng Sizhou nodded, "Go back to bed quickly, don't catch a cold."
There is only one big bed in the room, and the foot bath bed outside is narrow and small. It is okay to lie down and play, but it is not very comfortable to sleep on for a night.
Cheng Sizhou didn't mind. At Wen Zichuan's request, he turned off the lights outside and lay down on the small bed.
The bedside lamp in the inner room emitted a soft yellow light, casting Wen Zichuan's figure on the frosted partition.
Although the shadow was very blurry, Cheng Sizhou was already very satisfied as long as he could see him. This reminded him of the rainy night on the willow bank, when he also slept on the floor like this and accompanied him to sleep.
It was still early in the night and he couldn't sleep much. In order not to disturb Wen Zichuan, he had to lie still and make no sound, but he kept looking at the time over and over again.
They could only spend twelve hours together at most, and every minute was precious.
About ten minutes later, Cheng Sizhou saw Wen Zichuan lift the quilt and get out of bed.
"Is there anything you need? I'll get it for you." He also sat up and asked.
Wen Zichuan didn't say anything, but the shadow on the frosted glass moved. The shadow took off his pajamas, then lifted his left leg first and then his right leg, obviously taking off his underwear as well.
Cheng Sizhou's breathing became tight and he suddenly grabbed the thin blanket.
Shadow lay back down on the bed, slightly bent his legs, and reached down with his right hand to comfort himself.
The frosting blocks the sight but cannot block the sound. In an extremely quiet environment, you can even hear the other person's breathing clearly.
Cheng Sizhou keenly caught the low purring sound of a kitten. If he couldn't guess what happened, he would not be a normal man.
At this point, he finally understood that Zichuan's attitude towards him today was undoubtedly "revenge."
He kicks himself, steps on himself, feeds himself with leftovers, and makes himself serve him without dignity. These are all "appetizers".
He came over specifically to say "you sleep outside", but under the frosted partition with a semi-transparent effect, he pierced himself to see that this was today's "main course".
Zichuan used to be so proactive. Once he was sure of his feelings, he would rush to confess his feelings. Even if he was rejected or delayed, he would just regroup and start over.
So tonight, he was determined to let himself have a taste of what it felt like to be loved but not be loved, and to want but not be able to get what he wanted. Even if it required him to open himself up completely, he would put on a good show in front of his "ex-boyfriend".
Cheng Sizhou looked at the shadow eagerly. The quieter it was, the bolder the movement inside.
The smell in the air changed. Wen Zichuan's body fragrance of white plum blossoms under the snow mixed with the hot flashes of floating hormones left him with no way to escape.
"Zichuan, I..."
Cheng Sizhou couldn't resist his body's instinctive reaction and wanted to break into the bedroom a thousand and ten thousand times, but Wen Zichuan had already forbidden him to sleep outside tonight.
Shadow changed his posture facing him, his hands did not stop moving, but his low panting turned into unbearable whimpers.
Cheng Sizhou suddenly realized that Zichuan had never been in love before he met him. He was not experienced in this kind of thing. What if he hurt himself by acting rashly?
Hot blood was pounding in his chest. He gritted his teeth and rushed in. Under the dim light, he saw a beautiful body like an oil painting.
Wen Zichuan raised his neck high and buried his face in the pillow, but his tense muscles showed that he was in more pain than pleasure.
"Why are you so rough?" Cheng Sizhou pulled his hand away, stopping his almost self-abuse behavior, and knelt down devoutly, "Let me do it, okay?"
Wen Zichuan looked across at her, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed: "We've already broken up, and you're still climbing into my bed. Is that voluntary?"
Cheng Sizhou's heart was beating like a drum, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it's voluntary."
"reason."
"Because... because I like you and I want you."
"Say it together."
"I like you, I want you, I want to be intimate with you."
"Please say it again in plainer terms."
"I like you, I want you, I want to... do it with you."
By the time Cheng Sizhou finished speaking, his rationality had almost melted. These repressed thoughts and impulses were like dead leaves buried in the ground in autumn. If no one turned them out, they would turn into soil and never see the light of day again.
Wen Zichuan got the answer he wanted, but he didn't feel satisfied.
Cheng Sizhou performed well tonight, so he can give him a chance at his discretion.
But after all, this time, when they broke up, it was Wei Jing's few words that had shaken his heart towards her. What about next time? If someone else came along and said some nonsense, would he retreat again, become like a bastard again, only daring to secretly follow and stalk her?
"But I don't want to do it with you," Wen Zichuan raised his foot restlessly, his expression full of provocation, "I just need to make a phone call and a male model will come over soon."
Cheng Sizhou's expression was miserable as his vital parts were stepped on. He was clearly in pain, but he was willing to push himself deeper: "Please click on me, okay? I'll let you play with me however you want, and I... don't want any money."
At this point in the "game", Wen Zichuan couldn't play any more.
Cheng Sizhou grew up in an educated family and received too much discipline about morality and self-esteem since childhood.
Making him work like a slave is already trampling on his dignity. Now he is even willing to be a male model. If he continues like this, it will not be revenge, but an insult.
"Do you know what the difference is between you and male models?" Wen Zichuan asked.
Cheng Sizhou was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Wen Zichuan lowered his chin, smiling with his eyebrows curved and charming: "Male models do more and think less; you do less and think more."
Cheng Sizhou understood. He lowered his head silently, carefully and diligently lubricating it, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I apply for compensation?"
Wen Zichuan's fingers sank into his hair, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "It depends on you, whether you can be a good bedmate."
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