Our relationship must be kept absolutely secret.
The mirror in the bathroom was shrouded in mist, and Song Zicheng could vaguely see what he was doing at that moment. He reached out and turned up the water temperature, and the mist filled the entire bathroom, making it impossible to see anything in front of him.
After Song Zicheng finished showering, he put on the bathrobe that Lu Zhiyan had given him, covering his entire body. As soon as he opened the bathroom door and came out, he saw Lu Zhiyan, who must have already showered, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him.
Lu Zhiyan's hair was half-dry and still a little damp. He reached for the two glasses of red wine on the bedside table and said, "Come here."
Having just taken a shower, Song Zicheng exuded a faint fragrance. The closer one got, the more pronounced the scent became. Lu Zhiyan smiled and handed Song Zicheng a glass of wine.
Song Zicheng stood in front of him, trembling as he took the wine. Before Lu Zhiyan could say anything, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in one gulp.
Because he drank too quickly, Song Zicheng choked and coughed incessantly, his face turning red.
Lu Zhiyan reached out and patted him on the back. Song Zicheng was startled by the touch. Lu Zhiyan obviously felt it and smiled, "Why are you so excited? Slow down."
Lu Zhiyan's words only made Song Zicheng cough more violently. Every word Lu Zhiyan uttered was like poison coated with sugar to Song Zicheng, each word piercing his heart.
Lu Zhiyan stopped patting Song Zicheng's back only when he stopped coughing. Because he had been coughing for quite a while and had been coughing so badly, when Song Zicheng looked up, his eyes were slightly red and filled with tears.
Lu Zhiyan glanced at it, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, he felt hot all over, and his lower body was also stirring, already showing signs of rising. He downed the red wine in his hand and put his arm around Song Zicheng's waist.
He buried his head in Song Zicheng's neck, inhaling deeply, his lips occasionally brushing against the soft skin. Song Zicheng tensed up, his body stiffening automatically. He pushed against Lu Zhiyan's chest with both hands, and the harder he tried, the tighter he was held.
Seeing the person in his arms moving around, Lu Zhiyan clicked his tongue, his voice cold and his tone full of dominance and no room for refusal: "Don't move."
Upon hearing this, the person in his arms paused for a moment, then, like a docile rabbit, when Lu Zhiyan sucked on his earlobe, the rabbit was startled and let out a captivating groan.
"Hold".
Lu Zhiyan couldn't hold back any longer. He kissed Song Zicheng's lips directly, pried open his teeth with his tongue, and then launched a fierce and passionate kiss.
Song Zicheng couldn't withstand such a fierce kiss. His mouth went numb from the kiss, and it felt like saliva was flowing out, which was then licked clean by someone's tongue.
He was like a drowning fish, about to suffocate, his mind blank, his whole body limp in Lu Zhiyan's arms as if he had lost his flesh and blood.
Just as he was feeling dazed, Lu Zhiyan gently pushed him down onto the bed. He could only catch a glimpse of the chandelier on the ceiling before a dark shadow loomed over him, completely blocking his view.
Because he had prepared himself while taking a shower, Lu Zhiyan entered smoothly, but Song Zicheng was so moved by the foreign object that he shuddered, his neck tilted back, and the veins on his neck became clearly visible.
When Lu Zhiyan saw the one or two beads of sweat on the veins, his already lustful eyes became even more intense, the color in his eyes darkening, as if he wanted to tear Song Zicheng apart. He growled and said in a hoarse voice, "So fucking sexy."
Even Song Zicheng, with his extremely strong mental fortitude, couldn't help but feel afraid in this situation. Feeling Lu Zhiyan's movements rising and falling on him, Song Zicheng suppressed his nausea and closed his eyes to avoid looking.
Gradually, he felt as if he were experiencing an incredible pleasure amidst the pain. But in an instant, the pleasure was overwhelmed, leaving only prolonged suffering and unbearable pain.
He seemed to be standing on a small boat in the vast ocean. It was calm and sunny at first, but suddenly, dark clouds gathered and waves rose one after another.
That lonely, helpless boat could only sway and rise with the waves, teetering on the brink of capsizing, and was often swept away, leaving it in dire straits with no hope of survival.
Without a cell phone or alarm clock, Song Zicheng had no idea what time it was or how many hours had passed. He only knew that when he looked out the window at the end, it was already getting dark.
Song Zicheng slowly turned around to face the window. Although his face was flushed, he could not hide the despair in his eyes. His eyelids drooped, and he blinked weakly after a long time.
"Are you hungry? I'll have someone bring you some food," Lu Zhiyan asked, looking at Song Zicheng's neck and back covered in hickeys, his tone full of satisfied pleasure.
Song Zicheng didn't move, didn't speak, and didn't make a sound. Lu Zhiyan, who had eaten his fill, was very patient. He kissed Song Zicheng's bare shoulder, his fingers still slowly stroking it: "Lie down a little longer, it will be some time before dinner is served."
Song Zicheng fell silent again.
After Lu Zhiyan put on his clothes, closed the door, and left, Song Zicheng slowly got up. The moment he sat down after getting out of bed, the pain in his lower body instantly spread throughout his body and shot straight to his head, making him gasp.
He shuffled slowly into the bathroom, locked the door, and took off his bathrobe in front of the mirror. His body was covered in marks—kiss marks, scratches, red, blue, and purple—a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.
Song Zicheng's face was expressionless; he only chuckled lightly. His eyes were lifeless and his brows were furrowed. His once vibrant face was now completely pale.
He took a very long bath, scrubbing every part of his body vigorously with both hands, as if he had picked up something unclean.
When Song Zicheng came out, he had already changed his clothes. His white pullover sweater made his face look even paler. Lu Zhiyan, who was sitting at the dining table, heard footsteps and said, "Come and eat."
Several main dishes were steaming on the table. As soon as Song Zicheng approached and smelled them, he felt nauseous. He moved his lips and said, "I'm not hungry. If there's nothing else, I'll be going."
"etc".
"I have something to tell you."
Song Zicheng paused, his hand still holding his coat. He draped the down jacket over his arm, turned around, walked up to Lu Zhiyan, and lowered his head.
“Now that our transaction has begun, as the client, I have a few requirements that you must meet,” Lu Zhiyan said, pausing for a few seconds as if considering what to say next.
Song Zicheng did not respond and kept his head down.
Lu Zhiyan spoke slowly and deliberately: "First, our relationship must be kept absolutely secret and must not be told to anyone."
Second, you must be available whenever needed.
Third, quit the part-time job you found.
Song Zicheng had no objection to the first two points, but when Lu Zhiyan finished speaking about the third point, Song Zicheng suddenly looked up and asked with a puzzled expression why.
Lu Zhiyan patiently explained, "As I said in the second point, I have your class schedule. During the time when you don't have classes, you have to be available whenever I call you. If you're also doing part-time work, how can you be available whenever I call you?"
“No,” Song Zicheng refused decisively. Seeing that Lu Zhiyan’s expression was gradually changing, he changed his tone: “I have to work part-time to earn tuition and living expenses.”
Lu Zhiyan opened his phone, tapped the screen lightly, and a "beep" sounded, indicating a transfer notification. He looked up at Song Zicheng and said, "I'll give you 50,000 yuan every month. I'm quitting my part-time job."
Song Zicheng remained silent.
Lu Zhiyan waited for more than ten seconds but still didn't hear the person in front of him speak. He raised his eyebrows, turned his phone around, and said, "How about this, you choose which one to resign and which one to stay."
"I'll leave the coffee shop, but stay to sing," Song Zicheng answered quite decisively this time.
"Okay, but your performance schedule needs to be changed."
“I used to go on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, but after that I stopped going on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and stopped going on Saturdays,” Song Zicheng said first.
Suddenly, the image of Song Zicheng singing on stage flashed through Lu Zhiyan's mind, and he nodded: "Okay."
"Okay, I'll be going now."
With a click, the door closed, and the living room returned to its quiet state. Unlike before, however, there were now several dishes on the dining table, filling the entire apartment with the aroma of food.
Even though he was already used to it, Lu Zhiyan was now staring at the dishes on the table in a daze.
Winter truly is a time of short days and long nights. It was only a little past six o'clock, but the sky was already pitch black. The streetlights in the upscale residential area were all in top condition, illuminating the neighborhood brightly.
A cold wind blew in from the north without warning, making people's faces sting. Song Zicheng subconsciously pulled his down jacket tightly against his body with his arms, and he put his hat on tightly, leaving only his two lifeless eyes showing.
"It's snowing."
He looked up at the snow falling under the lamplight and said something. The moment he opened his mouth, his breath came out and formed a cloud of white mist in the cold environment, which slowly disappeared from sight.
His mind might be a little foggy from the cold, or perhaps the neighborhood was just too big with too many winding paths, making it difficult for Song Zicheng to find his way out.
He tried to rely on his memory of coming in from outside, but only a few hours had passed, and he could no longer remember. It was as if his memory had instantly turned from positive to negative during that time.
He had just stepped out of the residential compound when the bus arrived at the stop. He scanned the QR code on his phone, sat in the last row of seats, leaned his head against the window, and aimlessly gazed at the scenery along the way.
What a beautiful city, what a beautiful snow scene, what a beautiful night view!
But all these wonderful things were irrelevant to Song Zicheng. From the moment he decided to go find Lu Zhiyan, he had made all the necessary preparations.
He touched his chest and asked himself, "Do I regret it?"
The answer is obvious.
No regrets.
He would do anything for Song Zi'an, and he had no choice but to do so.
If it weren't for him, how could Song Zi'an have lost his parents at such a young age, and how could he have followed him away from his hometown to such a faraway, unfamiliar city?
Song Zicheng thought that this was what he should and had to do.
The dilapidated residential building was dimly lit, and the yellowish streetlights were like a terminally ill person, their oil exhausted and their lamps extinguished. From time to time, shouts and arguments could be heard from the noisy neighborhood.
The staircase was pitch black, and the motion-sensor lights in the hallway had been broken for who knows how long. Song Zicheng turned on his phone's flashlight and, using the light, walked step by step from the first floor to the sixth floor.
As soon as the key turned, the old, dilapidated door creaked open. Song Zicheng had just entered when Song Zian came running over from the bedroom, beaming, "Brother, you're back! Why are you here so early today?"
Song Zicheng still had his mask on. He had just tried to take it off outside the door, but his complexion was too bad, and he didn't want his younger brother to see it.
"Hmm, are you hungry? I brought you some beef noodles," Song Zicheng bent down, patted his younger brother's shoulder, and handed him the noodles.
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