Fu Zhi’an was never a good person.
Chi Yu had thought this since they were kids. There was a time when he ran toward Fu Zhi’an, hands covered in mud, aiming to mess up his pristine white t-shirt. But Fu Zhi’an, the usually quiet boy, suddenly grabbed his wrist and just stared at him without saying a word, his grip surprisingly strong. Chi Yu ran home and told Wen Hua about it, but she just gave him a smack on the head, peeled off his dirty jacket, and said dismissively, “Stop making up stories at your age.” No one believed Chi Yu because Fu Zhi’an’s delicate and calm face was too convincing—whenever his eyes reddened, everyone would naturally soften.
Now, lying on the floor, Chi Yu could feel Fu Zhi’an’s shallow breaths against his neck, the grip on his wrists tightening, and those cool fingertips pressing harder.
“Let’s do something else.”
“Do something else, my ass!” Chi Yu’s knee shot upward, but Fu Zhi’an shifted just in time, dodging it. He pressed his knee against Chi Yu’s, pinning him down with a force that made it impossible to move, just like when they were kids. Chi Yu looked up, meeting those misty eyes—there was something in them he couldn’t quite decipher, but the frustration in his own reflection was all too clear, down to the stray strands of hair falling over his forehead.
Fu Zhi’an’s eyes curved slightly as he leaned in closer, his voice husky, “Where’s my New Year’s gift?”
Their faces were suddenly very close, and Chi Yu’s heart pounded in his chest, his palms growing warm. He swallowed hard and turned his head away, his tone stiff. “You didn’t get me anything either.” Fu Zhi’an glanced at the paper bag on the coffee table, then back at Chi Yu with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t like dumplings.”
Chi Yu’s tone was cold as he turned his head to the side, refusing to look at Fu Zhi’an. His collar was loose, revealing a swath of pale skin. Fu Zhi’an chuckled softly and leaned in, his lips brushing against Chi Yu’s ear as he rested his head in the crook of Chi Yu’s neck, murmuring indistinctly.
“Being picky isn’t good.”
The sudden warmth made Chi Yu shiver. He instinctively turned his head, ready to curse, but Fu Zhi’an silenced him completely by pressing their lips together. It was just a kiss, but Chi Yu felt like fireworks had exploded in his brain, and the tension he’d been holding onto snapped, letting everything unravel uncontrollably.
The pressure on his wrists eased at some point, and Chi Yu felt a chill at his waist as Fu Zhi’an’s warm, dry hand slid under his shirt, fingertips tracing circles at the small of his back, sending shivers through him.
Their breaths mingled, and Fu Zhi’an’s lips, warm and soft, clung to his, occasionally drawing out the red tip of his tongue to outline Chi Yu’s lips. The light that filtered through the slightly parted curtains fell over their intertwined bodies, casting shadows on Chi Yu’s flushed skin and Fu Zhi’an’s intense gaze.
When Fu Zhi’an’s lips moved down to his chest, Chi Yu squirmed, pushing himself up slightly. “I… I want to be on top.”
Fu Zhi’an paused, pressing a kiss to Chi Yu’s collarbone. His eyelashes fluttered as he gently brushed his fingers over Chi Yu’s brow, “You’re afraid of heights, so it’s better if you’re underneath.”
Chi Yu felt the heat radiating from Fu Zhi’an’s touch as it moved down his face to his chest. It was like he could hear a candle flickering in his ear, burning away at his restraint until all that was left was his not-so-pure thoughts.
He wrapped his arms around Fu Zhi’an’s neck, lifting his upper body slightly to reach Fu Zhi’an’s delicate earlobe, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, feeling the rapid heartbeat and heated breaths they shared. As his sharp shoulder blades scraped against the hard floor, Chi Yu’s gaze fell on Fu Zhi’an’s gradually furrowing brows, and Fu Zhi’an stilled, his expression puzzled.
“My back hurts.”
Chi Yu sat up, pulling Fu Zhi’an with him as they scooted backward until they were pressed against the wall. Fu Zhi’an’s eyes sparkled as he leaned in again, capturing Chi Yu’s lips with a deep kiss, filled with unspoken desire, both inexperienced yet unashamed. Their lips met, their breaths mingled, and the heat between them rose in waves until it nearly consumed them both—until the door suddenly beeped, signaling it was opening.
Fu Zhi’an instinctively reached out, blocking the door with one hand to shield Chi Yu, whose clothes were in disarray, as well as to hide his own lingering arousal.
“What’s going on with this door…” The woman’s voice trailed off as she took in the sight of the disheveled boy in front of her. The cold, emotionless gaze he gave her made her breath catch in her throat, and she forced a smile, trying to be polite.
“Uh, Mr. Chi said I should come by to cook dinner.” She tried to step inside, but Fu Zhi’an remained motionless, blocking her way.
His gaze flicked to the basket of groceries in her hand, and he gave a nonchalant “Hmm,” before looking her in the eye. “We don’t need dinner.” Before the woman could respond, Fu Zhi’an pushed the door closed, shutting her surprised face out.
Chi Yu, still leaning against the wall, heard the woman muttering under her breath as she walked away: “What’s with kids these days, so fierce…”
Fu Zhi’an rubbed his head, turning to look at Chi Yu in the corner. When their eyes met, both of them couldn’t help but lower their heads and chuckle.
“Wang Xiao’s been going on about wanting to go to the amusement park,” Fu Zhi’an said, taking a few steps closer. His eyes briefly flicked to the red marks on Chi Yu’s chest before he awkwardly looked away, reaching out to pull Chi Yu’s collar up, trying to cover the visible marks. “We’re meeting in the afternoon.”
Chi Yu responded with a low hum as he padded barefoot into the living room, grabbed the paper bag, and popped a dumpling into his mouth. The savory flavor of the shrimp filled his senses. He grabbed another dumpling and held it out to Fu Zhi’an, his hand dripping with oil.
“Here, a reward from me to you.”
Fu Zhi’an ate the dumpling without a word, his face expressionless, but inwardly, he made a decision: once they were living together, there would be no housekeeper.
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