Chapter 54 Chapter 54 Happiness comes to He Songfeng’s hands...
He Songfeng didn't know what the world of being loved was like.
But at this moment he thought he was being loved.
"I'm sorry, I should have stopped you firmly."
Evander apologized profusely.
The hand that should have been holding the paintbrush and waving it freely was now doing the most basic cleaning, carefully washing away the smell of alcohol on He Songfeng's body.
He deliberately avoided the two bleeding teeth marks on He Songfeng's neck and wiped the rest of his body.
As for private parts, there is no intention to touch them.
After a simple cleanup, Ivander wrapped He Songfeng in a bath towel, rolled him into a small ball of rice dumpling, and carried him steadily to the bed in the bedroom.
There was only one bed in the apartment, but Evander didn't need a second one.
He didn't sleep all night and brought a chair to keep watch all night.
He was always worried that He Songfeng hadn't vomited completely, and that the filth that would come up at any time would block He Songfeng's trachea. He was so worried that he would even use his hand to feel his breath every half an hour.
He Songfeng is too vulnerable here in Evander.
It is so fragile that it seems to be dying in the next second, so we need to pay extra attention to it.
In the dim night light, he gazed at the sleeping beauty on the bed in fascination.
He Songfeng was a small ball, like a little Kitty sleeping in a cat's nest, curled up in a ball to minimize his presence.
When you gently brush the loose hair on your temples with your hands, you will hear bursts of rapid and uneasy breathing.
It was not until noon the next day that He Songfeng rubbed his eyes and poked his head out from under the quilt.
He carefully observed the situation around him, and only after confirming that it was safe did he completely emerge from the quilt, with his head sinking heavily into the pillow.
Evander brought the kitten over and placed it next to He Songfeng's pillow. He smiled gently and said, "It likes the cat bed you prepared very much. Look, it's sleeping so warmly. You can pet it."
"Don't you want to fuck me?" He Songfeng asked bluntly.
Evander quickly covered the kitten's ears with both hands.
"Please don't talk like that!"
Evander's ears flushed red as he emphasized the situation. He took off the glasses from his nose, held them in his hand, and wiped them with the corner of his clothes. He said honestly, "I won't do anything to hurt you."
He Songfeng lowered his eyes, pinched a corner of the quilt with both hands, and hummed hoarsely and listlessly: "I troubled you yesterday."
Evander put his glasses back on, his eyes hidden in the frames, dodging towards where He Songfeng was not. "I'm glad you're okay. Do you need me to ask for leave for your classes today?"
"Um."
After He Songfeng sat up from the bed, he held the kitten in his hands and squeezed it. It was indeed warm and had the unique cat smell of a sleeping kitten, which tasted like rice dried in the sun.
He Songfeng held Kitty and lay there for a while, until his nose was filled with the smell of the kitten, then he let Evander help him get out of bed.
He sat at the dining table and ate his first meal of the day at one o'clock in the afternoon to fill his stomach that was rumbling with emptiness.
He Songfeng took the hot milk handed to him by Ivander and glanced at the unfinished portrait in the living room. He suddenly remembered something.
He Songfeng put down the milk and covered Evander's hand on the table. "Hey, you don't have class today, right?"
Evander's Adam's apple shook violently. His eyes fixed on their clasped hands, and he replied with forced calmness:
"I can live without it."
He Songfeng's tongue rolled away the milk stains on his lips, "That's great, where's my handbag?"
He Songfeng got down from the chair, but his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.
But before Evander could help him up, he crawled to his handbag using his hands and feet, hurriedly took out his computer, and hurriedly opened a homework.
"Then you can't leave today. I have a course that requires drawing, and I can't draw. You..."
He Songfeng pushed the dishes off the table, put his computer on it, and sat down opposite Evander. He clasped his hands together, resting them on his chin, and said in a pitiful and coquettish voice, "Professor, please help me."
Evander took off his glasses from his nose, held them in his hand, and wiped them nervously.
Ivander is He Songfeng's teacher, and the other party has to use a respectful title to request him.
The act of ghostwriting seriously violates academic norms and deviates from the teacher-student relationship of teaching and imparting knowledge.
If you can write for someone just because you like him/her, it would be extremely unfair to other students.
After a strong moral struggle, Evander put on his glasses, locked himself in the cold and hard frames, and said firmly:
"I can only teach you, I can't write for you."
Evander was ready to face He Songfeng's wrath.
"Feel sorry……"
At the same time, He Songfeng smiled and held up his notebook, covering the lower half of his face, and agreed: "That's right, I just want your guidance. I won't let anyone else write for me. This is my homework, and I am responsible for it."
He Songfeng's hand reached across the table and placed it on Evander's arm, his eyes twinkling brightly. "So you agree, right? Then you can't leave today."
Because of holding a pen for a long time, Evander's hands are not delicate, and are even too rough.
He Songfeng rubbed it several times without disgust.
Normally, I could only communicate with professors via email about my homework, and it would take three to five days to get a response. Now I can ask and answer questions with professors face to face and get feedback.
This opportunity is rare, so He Songfeng is even willing to use seduction.
Seeing Evander nod in agreement, He Songfeng took out a notebook from his bag, bit off the cap of the Cartier platinum fountain pen given by a classmate, and quickly found his pre-written draft of the project in the notebook. Pointing at the lines of handwritten words, he earnestly asked for his opinion:
"Professor, I haven't chosen a topic for my thesis yet. Here are some ideas I've prepared. Which one do you think would be a good fit?"
Evander found that he had thought too badly of He Songfeng.
He took off his glasses again and wiped them so hard that he almost broke the arms.
He lowered his head and wiped it again and again, not daring to look up at He Songfeng at all.
"Professor." He Songfeng called him.
"Let me take a look."
Ivander took the notebook, and He Songfeng also tilted the computer screen towards him.
He Songfeng brought the chair and sat down next to Evander, getting closer and closer until he almost sat on Evander's legs.
This was extremely misleading to Ivander, giving him a sense that something was about to happen at any moment. But when Ivander had an ambiguous hallucination, He Songfeng's serious questioning directly shattered the fantasy.
"Professor, regarding 'Is This Art? Critical Thinking about Art,' I wonder if this topic is too difficult for me. I don't think my understanding of this course is that high."
He Songfeng stared at the notebook seriously and tapped the screen with his pen, but his attention was not on Evander.
The atmosphere between the two people suddenly cooled down, even though they were close to each other, arms touching, sticking to each other as if they were one.
But the ambiguity was not as bubbly and subtle as imagined.
Evander put on his glasses again and looked at his notes as seriously as he looked at He Songfeng. His eyes scanned the topics one by one.
While He Songfeng was quietly waiting, he encouraged:
"You can try."
He Songfeng tapped the tip of his pen on the table and asked anxiously, "You will help me, right?"
"I'm really not sure about this topic. I just want to get a high score. If I don't, I'll be anxious to death." His voice got louder, and his anxiety about the grades was clearly written on his face.
There was an expressionless seriousness on Ivander's face, and lines of text were reflected in the cold-toned lenses. There was no Ivander, nor He Songfeng, only the highest adherence to morality and teacher ethics.
He said: "As long as it does not violate professional ethics, I will help you."
“…………”
He Songfeng suddenly stopped talking and looked at Ivander with a smile.
The sudden silence pulled Evander out of his disciplinary morality, and the tips of his ears turned red again.
But this time he felt more uneasy than shy. He even reflected on whether his answer was too strict and harsh for He Songfeng.
Did it make He Songfeng feel that he was a bad, unapproachable and arrogant professor?
Just as Evander was about to apologize, He Songfeng took the lead.
"Professor, you are the best person I have ever met. I really like you."
Without any warning, a hug was delivered to Evander's arms.
The legs of the glasses snapped and broke in Evander's hand.
A kiss on Evander's cheek, fleeting.
He Songfeng had already sat back in his seat obediently, looking at Ivander naturally as if nothing had happened.
"A kiss on the cheek is a gesture you foreigners make, isn't it?"
He Songfeng explained calmly.
Evander took off his glasses and swallowed, saying "hmm".
This sudden kiss was just covered up calmly, as if nothing had happened, or as if such an intimate kiss was an ordinary and insignificant thing in their daily life.
Evander closed the notebook in his hand and took away the Mac Pro on the table. In a tone that did not allow He Songfeng to refuse, he ordered He Songfeng to finish his meal before doing his homework.
He Songfeng, who didn't drink, did as he was told.
In the afternoon, the warm sun shone through the west window, and the orange-yellow light was like a veil, covering the entire living room.
The white drawing board turned warm yellow. He Songfeng sat at the table, listening to Professor Evander giving him private tutoring.
The professor's voice was steady, soft, and full of rhythm; the pen made a continuous scratching sound as it tapped the paper. The person holding the pen supported his chin with his left hand, frowning slightly as he stared at the man speaking in front of him.
"Take a break." The professor rolled up his sleeves, folding the cuffs neatly on his wrists. At the same time, he walked towards He Songfeng, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, looked at He Songfeng and apologized solemnly:
"I'm sorry, your request was too sudden. I didn't prepare the lesson, which may have caused you confusion and disrupted your rhythm during the class. I'm very sorry."
He Songfeng, who was always calm, ignored Ivander's apology. He panicked and covered the table with his arms, hurriedly covering the notebook.
The professor didn't ask about it, as he knew that the paper was probably scribbled by the student who was not paying attention in class.
He did not blame, but only reminded: "Be serious and respectful."
He Songfeng hummed twice, and took advantage of the moment when Evander's attention was diverted to turn the page of the paper.
After a break of about ten minutes, Evander returned to the drawing board and continued the lesson.
He Songfeng gradually listened attentively and became so fascinated that he forgot to cover the notebook in his hand.
The wind blew in from the west-facing window, and there was a rustling sound of flipping pages of books, including He Songfeng's notebook.
When Evander walked past He Songfeng's desk, his eyes passed by He Songfeng and he saw what He Songfeng was covering.
It was indeed a picture, and a close-up of an Evander face.
As for why Ivander was able to recognize him, it was all thanks to the thin-framed glasses on his nose. It was a pity that He Songfeng's grasp of eye perspective was terrible, let alone a person's face.
He Songfeng was stunned and quickly covered the picture with a red face.
“I can’t draw…”
Yivander took over He Songfeng's pen and with just a few bold strokes, he gave the picture a correct overall framework.
In a blink of an eye, He Songfeng's admiring eyes appeared.
Evander coughed twice and asked softly, "I'll teach you. Do you want to learn?"
He Songfeng looked at Evander, who looked warm and cozy standing in the bright yellow sun. His focus was on Evander's particularly flexible and strong hands. He sighed, "Holding hands and learning? Behind the classroom, this is too ambiguous..."
“…………”
Ivander's face turned red instantly. He didn't have pure white skin like those in Eastern Europe, but his redness was particularly obvious, as if he had been painted with a layer of red paint, from head to toe, like a red apple.
"Professor, can you teach me? I want to learn."
He Songfeng's hand slid coldly like a snake to the back of Ivander's hand that was resting on the table, and stuck to it.
Ivander's hand pulled away from He Songfeng as if he had been electrocuted.
He took a deep breath, but he couldn't suppress his restless emotions no matter what.
He Songfeng had already stood up from his seat. He leaned forward, looking at Professor Evander with admiration and adoration, while moving closer and closer into Evander's arms.
Evander had already refused once.
But the second time, he didn't stay away.
He cursed himself in his heart for his lack of teacher ethics, but he was also secretly expecting something.
A hand holding? A hug? A kiss?
No, neither.
Ivander held He Songfeng's shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, he held them in front of him.
He Songfeng was surprised and even found it unbelievable at his own charm.
Evander's face was stern, and his glasses reflected a sharp cold light. He stood in the position of "teacher" and scolded the student who did not respect himself:
"As my student, I will impart knowledge and skills to you without requiring any price, including your body."
He Songfeng lowered his hand and grasped the corner of his clothes.
His eyelids drooped slightly, and he felt a little embarrassed after his seductive thoughts were exposed.
Even though Evander was so good to him, he only had his body to exchange with.
Can't think of what else to do.
"He Songfeng, I admit that I am also hypocritical. I love your beautiful appearance. But, before I touch your soul, I will never do anything that crosses the line."
"Are you curious about my past and my experiences?" He Songfeng asked back.
Evander did not answer, but brought a chair and sat down calmly, as if he was going to have a long candlelight conversation.
"You are not hypocritical, you are very honest, so honest that I begin to..."
He Songfeng opened his lips. He looked at the old-fashioned and serious man in front of him, but unexpectedly felt overly at ease.
At this moment, he wanted to confess all the grievances that had been pent up for a long time.
But the phone rang at an inopportune time, interrupting what was about to come out.
【Samuel】
He Songfeng stared at the line of letters. He looked at Ivander again, restrained all his emotions, and walked aside.
After answering the phone, He Songfeng thanked Ivander, packed up his things, and was about to go out.
"Are you leaving in anger?" Evander stood up nervously. "I'm sorry... was I too old-fashioned just now? But, but..."
He Songfeng held the phone and explained with a forced smile, "No, Professor... My group members called me and invited me to study together in the library. Thank you for your care and help today, but I really have to leave."
No goodbye, no see you again.
He Songfeng left, carrying with him the embarrassment that he was about to say out loud, and headed towards a new round of unspeakable suffering.
He Songfeng got into the car. There were a bunch of packaging bags of luxury ready-made clothes scattered on the back seat. The exposed corner of the clothes revealed that all the clothes in it were women's clothes.
But the person driving the car was neither Samuel nor Dou Mingxu, but a stranger.
The other party told He Songfeng in a businesslike manner to change his clothes because he would be attending a dinner party in the evening.
The skirt is an Armani 2005 autumn and winter velvet black long skirt with a narrow shoulder design and a waist-hugging cut, revealing a large area of white skin on the back. A V-shape is pinched out at the back waist, and the center of the V is embellished with crystal embroidery.
He Songfeng's hair was simply tied up, with a black lace Gatsby hair accessory across her forehead and a diamond-studded tassel hanging down from her temples.
The bite marks left by Dou Mingxu on the neck had almost disappeared, leaving only the bite marks left by Samuel still baring his teeth and claws to declare his sovereignty.
He Songfeng stood under the doorpost at the edge of the banquet, looking at the people in front of him expressionlessly, waiting for his master to arrive.
Before he knew it, he became the focus of attention.
His gender, his identity, his past, and his future all became topics of discussion among the gentlemen and ladies present.
In the rumors, he became a shared luxury, and people were discussing asking Samuel to lend him this handsome male companion to support the occasion one day.
But there was no need for anyone to rescue him. He Songfeng responded to the gaze with a faint smile, and he would look at whoever looked at him.
He Songfeng, who left Samuel, is a person who is not afraid of the stage and knows her beauty.
Soon someone took his gaze as a passive invitation and stepped forward to make overtures.
He Songfeng naturally extended his hand back and shook it, saying softly, "Hello sir, I'm Angel, a student majoring in Art History at the Art Department of the University of Blchester. If there is an opportunity in the future, I hope we can work together."
A hand intervened in the negotiation between He Songfeng and the other party, holding that hand on behalf of He Songfeng.
Dou Mingxu said solemnly, "No need for that. Angel will become the art director of the Voss Hotel in the future. There's no better choice. But you can get to know each other. After all, Angel is a very talented lady."
The corners of He Songfeng's mouth changed from a smile to an expressionless face.
The other party instantly understood the meaning of Dou Mingxu's words and quickly agreed with a smile:
"I think after tonight, the whole city will know Angel's talent and value."
He Songfeng's waist was held down by a broad and powerful hand. The other party's palm was so hot that it almost burned an obvious burn red spot on He Songfeng's waist through his clothes.
"Do you know what it means to have my female companion attend the banquet?" Dou Mingxu lowered his head and whispered in He Songfeng's ear.
He Songfeng gave a stiff smile and sighed falsely, "Angel will no longer be an unknown mistress from now on."
He Songfeng extremely hates being addressed as "She" and "Her".
His name had been taken away from him, and now he couldn't even keep his gender. This intense feeling of humiliation made his stomach churn again, and waves of strong retching rushed out of his throat.
He Songfeng suppressed them one by one without changing his expression, but his face turned more and more pale.
But after thinking about it, this can also be considered as moving forward in another sense.
At least, he will not be trapped by a bunch of mindless luxury goods. He will be just like the identity that Dou Mingxu gave him - talented and valuable.
Dou Mingxu can give him much more than Samuel.
So He Songfeng tried to lie submissively in Dou Mingxu's arms. He was very good at this and it was not difficult.
He let the other party hug his waist and hold his hand, looked at Dou Mingxu with a smile, and under Dou Mingxu's introduction, he shook hands and chatted with everyone who came one by one.
Fortunately, apart from this, the other party did not do anything else excessive.
However, what He Songfeng didn't notice was that among the people attending the dinner was Evander.
Two hours ago, He Songfeng went to the library in the name of group work, but now, under Evander's nose, she has become someone else's mistress.
Not only the name, but even the gender has been tampered with.
He Songfeng finally noticed Ivander's puzzled but burning gaze. He was startled in his heart, as if a hand pinched his spine, then pierced through his flesh and pulled him out of this dirty skin.
All of He Songfeng's momentum disappeared in this instant, leaving only a guilty and aching feeling in his heart.
But what made He Songfeng even more sad was that fate had no intention of letting him go, and was determined to trample upon the little dignity he had accumulated from Evander.
Because of Samuel's late arrival.
After Samuel briefly greeted Lambert, he naturally took over the control of He Songfeng.
Soon he brought He Songfeng to a remote place where there was no one around. He held the back of his head with one hand and pinched his waist with the other hand. He kissed him fiercely between his lips and teeth, sucking him dry with all his might.
He Songfeng squeezed dejectedly between the wall and Samuel, his eyeballs like glass bullets in a box, falling down without any force.
Looking past Samuel's ear, he saw Evander standing at the corner and staring.
Ivander looked at He Songfeng, who was also a stranger to him, with extremely unfamiliar eyes.
The seemingly calm and healthy relationship between the two people suddenly cracked into a bloody hole that could not be repaired.
Ivander realized later that He Songfeng was full of lies. What he meant by studying in the library was actually a public shoulder bag at the dinner party, which anyone could hold hands with and play with.
And He Songfeng would not refuse.
So those intimate behaviors in the afternoon and even the drunkenness the day before were all deliberate on He Songfeng's part.
Because He Songfeng needs his help with his grades.
Evander's eyes gradually turned to disappointment.
Samuel bit He Songfeng's lips and called out passionately: "Angel~My sweety Angel~"
He Songfeng's lips felt sore and swollen, stinging like they were splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, but he couldn't tell whether it was the pain in his flesh or his emotions.
He Songfeng could still hear Samuel's chattering voice in his ears. His world seemed to be so dead that only Samuel was left.
"How did my uncle hug you? I want to wipe away his warmth with my hands. You can only be mine."
A hand pinched He Songfeng's belly like a pair of pliers.
A tear slowly fell under Evander's gaze.
“Why are you crying?”
Samuel wiped away the tears from the corners of He Songfeng's eyes and comforted him arrogantly: "I'm sorry, I can't refuse my uncle, and he also wants me to promise not to do anything excessive to you. This matter is not as difficult to accept as imagined, is it?"
Samuel seemed to be affectionate, but in fact he was playing with the tassels on He Songfeng's temples and made a long sound like teasing a pet:
"Poor Angel..."
Among these three people, the only man who would call him "He Songfeng" and respect him turned around and left, pretending he had never been there.
"Yes, Mr. Samuel, it's not as hard to accept as you think." He Songfeng's voice buzzed from his nose, and he accepted Samuel's false words of comfort with shame.
He Songfeng's voice trembled as it came out of his throat:
"I am happy to be your lover and Uncle Lambert's lover at the same time."
Samuel kissed He Songfeng's flattering mouth, and finally he made up for He Songfeng who had been humiliated all night:
"You are my lover."
The compensation is that He Songfeng has a presentable identity.
This is a reward, He Songfeng wants to say: "Thank you, Mr. Samuel."
The dinner was already coming to an end when Samuel arrived, and it was completely over when the two men walked out of the secret corner.
Samuel didn't drink and drove He Songfeng back to the apartment.
He Songfeng couldn't wait to get back to the apartment, so she took off her skirt in the car. She would rather wear only a Samuel coat than let the skirt, which represented shame, stay on her body for even half a second longer.
He Songfeng kissed Samuel goodbye downstairs, tightened his coat, and quickly went upstairs.
When He Songfeng was about to open the door and fall in, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and stared at the door opposite.
For some unknown reason, by the time He Songfeng reacted, the doorbell had already rang several times, and the man inside pushed the door open, holding Kitty. When he found out that it was He Songfeng, he frowned.
The emotions that He Songfeng had suppressed the whole night exploded like a shaken carbonated drink with a bang.
The sourness quickly corroded He Songfeng's whole body.
He Songfeng pointed at the man in front of him and cursed:
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you disappointed in me?! Then I'm disappointed in you too! What you see and understand is not the real me at all!"
Evander's brows relaxed suddenly. He was not angry at all because of being scolded. Instead, he calmed down.
"Hold on."
Evander turned and went back to his room. When he came back, the poor kitten in his arms was gone. He explained, "Our quarrel shouldn't affect him."
Evander treated Kitty as the child in their relationship, so much so that he didn't want to involve poor Kitty in their quarrels.
He Songfeng was sensitive to the true intention hidden behind Ivander's actions.
The failing heart in his chest seemed to be eaten by ants. Oxygen and blood gushed out from the gaps. Pain and soreness quickly spread throughout his body, reaching every limb and bone.
"So you want to explain to me now?"
Ivander was equally sensitive, and he easily saw through the fragile mind hidden beneath He Songfeng's emotional outburst.
Without waiting for He Songfeng to say anything, his warm hand had already covered He Songfeng's cold forearm, and he guided him softly and gently:
"I am willing to listen, I am willing to believe, I am willing to help, and I am willing to understand the real you that you want to tell me, as long as you are willing to tell me too."
Ivander said only three words to He Songfeng: I do.
As long as He Songfeng is willing.
He Songfeng stared at Evander in a daze.
If... if Evander had even a little bit of madness, He Songfeng would not feel such intense pain.
But he is a good person, and even though things have come to this point, he is still willing to listen patiently.
How could He Songfeng not be willing?
"I……"
But at the critical moment when He Songfeng decided to agree, his voice, his breathing and even the tears that were about to burst out all stopped abruptly.
He Songfeng saw out of the corner of his eye——
A pair of olive green eyes appeared from the gap in the handrail on the steps to the next floor, watching He Songfeng's every move.
Silent, ghost-like, and creepy the moment it's discovered.
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