Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Pei Zhen was quite heartless.
Despite Fu Sichen’s thoughtfulness in cooking the porridge and bringing it over, all Pei Zhen said was a very matter-of-factly ‘so-so’.
The Little Brat Pei could be quite a character when he chose to be arrogant. Instead of getting angry, Fu Sichen lifted Pei Zhen’s chin, bent over, and kissed him.
He tasted sweet.
There was little trace of the seafood porridge that he had just eaten.
Once the two started kissing, it was hard to stop. Their lips touched for a moment, and then, again and again. One couldn’t bear to stop, and the other couldn’t bear to withdraw. Pei Zhen mumbled, “I think it’s sweet too… just skip the sugar when you cook porridge in the future.”
His words tickled Fu Sichen, and he started to laugh. “No, there was no sugar at all.”
Pei Zhen felt like a fool.
His handsome face was flushed, and his ears had turned red; his heart was pounding wildly, but he was feeling quite proud of himself. “I’m sure the sweetness must be from the Cola that I had a little too much of.”
Fu Sichen rolled his eyes.
Fu Sichen smuggled the seafood porridge into the house.
Given that, they didn’t take the container out for washing after Pei Zhen had finished the porridge. They could only give it a rinse in the bathroom.
After things had settled, Fu Sichen was looking forward to whispering sweet nothings with Pei Zhen. Alas, when he stepped out of the bathroom, Pei Zhen had already fallen asleep.
How did he even get so tired? He slept whenever he had the chance to, just like a cat.
Fu Sichen was a little gloomy. When he walked towards Pei Zhen, he realized that Pei Zhen had wrapped himself up like a larva, creating a distinct boundary between himself and the remaining space on the bed.
Fine. Seeing it peeved Fu Sichen.
The rascal, how immature was he. Did he think he could hide forever?
Gritting his teeth, Fu Sichen climbed into bed and turned off the lights. After tossing and turning for a while, he still couldn’t fall into sleep. In the end, he didn’t care if he was going to wake Pei Zhen up. He stretched out his arm and took Pei Zhen into his embrace, blanket and all.
The next day, Pei Zhen awoke from the heat.
It was as if the flames engulfed him. The source of the fire lapped at his lower body, scorching him.
Pei Zhen whispered in his semi-conscious state, vaguely hearing the broadcast exercise music coming from the garden. He frowned at the disturbance.
“What time is it?”
His unconscious muttering nevertheless drew an answer. “What? It should be around 8 am.”
The hoarse voice was like the endnotes of a cello, stirring Pei Zhen from his dream and startling him. “Hey? Hang on. Was that Fu Sichen’s voice?”
In a daze, Pei Zhen recalled that he shared his bed with Fu Sichen the previous night. That wave of heat must have been from Fu Sichen!
Pei Zhen’s eyes snapped open. He not only found himself nestled in Fu Sichen’s embrace, but Fu Sichen had a hard-on, obviously reacting to him!
Pei Zhen panicked.
His ears turned bright red in embarrassment and pushed Fu Sichen away. “Hey! You!”
Fu Sichen almost fell off the bed from the push and woke up. He realized what was making Pei Zhen so agitated and smiled.
“That’s what a real man’s like in the morning.”
As he said that, Fu Sichen’s gaze fell on Pei Zhen’s crotch. With a playful flick of his fingers, he continued, “Darling, you’re the same.”
Pei Zhen exploded inside. “Hey… woah!”
Not giving him any time to react, Fu Sichen reached into Pei Zhen’s pajama pants. Pei Zhen was stunned, and at that moment had no idea whether it was Fu Sichen’s hand that was scorching hot, or something else.
His entire body went insane as feelings of pleasure he couldn’t describe overwhelmed him. It went on until all of them congregated in a single spot. He didn’t dare to make a noise, only a low moan.
“Pei Zhen…”
The irresistible, sultry voice of Fu Sichen was like a tongue of flame, engulfing Pei Zhen’s entire inner being.