Chi Yu lost track of how long the kiss lasted, only aware of Fu Zhi’an’s cool, wet tongue tracing the shape of his lips over and over.
Chi Yu held his breath, feeling as if he might suffocate before Fu Zhi’an finally pulled back slightly, giving him a moment to breathe. The hand that had been around his waist slid under his shirt, trailing up along his spine, spreading a strange warmth in his lower abdomen. Chi Yu met Fu Zhi’an’s gaze, watching as his own reflection grew closer in Fu Zhi’an’s pale irises.
Fu Zhi’an’s slender fingers gripped Chi Yu’s shirt collar, slowly drawing nearer, his lips parting slightly as he lightly licked Chi Yu’s prominent Adam’s apple.
“I missed you,” Fu Zhi’an murmured, blocking Chi Yu’s attempt to push him away, resting his forehead against Chi Yu’s chest. His voice was muffled and unclear, “I really missed you.”
When Chi Yu didn’t respond, Fu Zhi’an grabbed the back of his head and bit down hard on his lip, pretending to be angry as he demanded, “Say it. Say you missed me too.”
Chi Yu winced from the pain, instinctively pushing the persistent Fu Zhi’an away. He frowned, turning his head aside, and wiped his lip.
“Back off,” Chi Yu muttered as he stood up from Fu Zhi’an’s lap. After a pause, he added, “I haven’t showered yet.”
With that, Chi Yu walked barefoot toward the bathroom. Just as he reached the hallway, he suddenly stopped as if he had just remembered something. He turned around and immediately caught the ambiguous smile on Fu Zhi’an’s face. Hastily, he explained, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No worries,” Fu Zhi’an replied lazily, reclining back into the sofa, “I’ll wait until you’re done.”
The water wasn’t very hot. Chi Yu quickly washed his hair and rinsed off before shutting it off. In those brief ten minutes, he found himself glancing repeatedly at the bathroom door, fearing that Fu Zhi’an might suddenly burst in.
Chi Yu slipped on an old white T-shirt he had left behind before, standing in front of the mirror. He wiped away the fog on the glass, revealing his own slightly awkward expression. The bright overhead light highlighted the fact that his hair had grown out, with wisps curling over his ears. The redness and swelling at the corners of his lips were more pronounced under the light, and Chi Yu touched them lightly, wondering why Fu Zhi’an had become so fond of biting him.
Drops of water from his hair dripped onto his collar, leaving small damp spots. Chi Yu rubbed his hair a bit haphazardly and began searching the bathroom for the hairdryer.
After about three minutes, Chi Yu’s expression darkened. Several attempts to reach the top shelf of the cabinet had failed. He raised his leg, trying to step onto the sink for a boost. He grumbled under his breath as he stretched and jumped, and after several tries, he ended up pushing the hairdryer further into the cabinet.
The housekeeper must have thought he wouldn’t be back anytime soon and stashed away all his things. His movements were so exaggerated that, on his thirteenth jump, he heard a knock on the door.
“Need help?” Fu Zhi’an asked.
“No!” Chi Yu responded quickly, but Fu Zhi’an ignored him, and a second later, he was leaning against the doorframe, smiling at him.
Fu Zhi’an had always been obedient as a child, seemingly without a rebellious phase, but Chi Yu now realized that Fu Zhi’an’s rebellion had just arrived later—more intense and overwhelming.
Chi Yu glared at him as Fu Zhi’an took a step closer, standing behind him and effortlessly reaching into the cabinet.
“You’re welcome,” Fu Zhi’an said, completely unfazed by the anger in Chi Yu’s eyes. He held the white hairdryer out to him, but when Chi Yu didn’t take it, he plugged it in himself.
Chi Yu was faster, though. He yanked the plug out and turned to face Fu Zhi’an. “Put it back.”
“I can get it myself.”
Fu Zhi’an only smiled at him, his left hand braced on the sink while his right hand held the hairdryer near Chi Yu’s face, his expression one of smug satisfaction. Just as Chi Yu raised his hand to grab it, Fu Zhi’an caught his wrist and pinned it to the sink. Chi Yu didn’t like the ease with which Fu Zhi’an was handling him, and he glowered, trying to knee him but finding himself immobilized.
They were very close, and Chi Yu could feel the heat radiating from Fu Zhi’an through the thin fabric of their clothes.
“I’ll put the hairdryer back,” Fu Zhi’an said, tilting his head to kiss away the water droplets clinging to Chi Yu’s hair. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the hairdryer deep into the cabinet.
Cool fingertips brushed against his neck, and Chi Yu heard Fu Zhi’an whisper near his ear, “But later, can you listen to me?”
Fu Zhi’an didn’t wait for Chi Yu to respond. He lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down Chi Yu’s pale neck. Chi Yu was torn between pushing him away or leaning in, his exposed legs trembling uncontrollably while a thin layer of sweat formed on his back beneath the T-shirt. The soft lips moved from his throat downward, stopping at his navel.
The bathroom’s temperature seemed to rise steadily. Chi Yu’s tailbone pressed uncomfortably against the sink’s edge as Fu Zhi’an’s right hand slid into his underwear, moving slowly downward. When Chi Yu didn’t resist, Fu Zhi’an hesitated briefly before releasing Chi Yu’s left hand. With his now free hand, Fu Zhi’an tugged off Chi Yu’s T-shirt.
Chi Yu’s bare upper body was now fully exposed to Fu Zhi’an’s gaze. Fu Zhi’an blinked slowly, leaning down to flick his tongue against Chi Yu’s chest.
A shiver ran through him, and Chi Yu’s breath caught as he instinctively gripped the collar of Fu Zhi’an’s shirt.
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