The lights on the first floor were dim, with only colorful rotating lights providing some color. Zhuang Feiyu paused on the stairs, his expression strange as he looked at a couple kissing against the wall just below the stairs.
Zong Yuan, standing behind him, couldn’t see very clearly. He bent down and asked, “What’s wrong?”
They were very close, with Zong Yuan’s elbow casually resting on Zhuang Feiyu’s shoulder. Their skin touched without any barriers. Zhuang Feiyu ignored the subtle feeling in his heart and said, “Nothing.”
Zong Yuan also saw the couple, deeply immersed in their kiss, completely unaware of the two of them. The sound of water echoed continuously. Since they were already in swimsuits, the atmosphere became even more heated.
Zhuang Feiyu stood on the stairs, unsure whether to go down or stay. If he went down, he would definitely come face-to-face with the couple. If he didn’t go down…
Zong Yuan, watching Zhuang Feiyu standing still, sat on a step and suggested, “Boss Zhuang, how about waiting for a while?”
Zhuang Feiyu stood erect. “Okay.”
Next to Zong Yuan were his long and fair legs, showcasing the mature charm of a 35-year-old man. Zong Yuan could even catch a faint scent of men’s cologne from Zhuang Feiyu, probably lingering from his suit.
The young couple’s actions intensified, now rolling on the ground. Zhuang Feiyu maintained an expressionless face, appearing quite composed. He suggested, “How about going back to the room first?”
Zong Yuan looked up. “Sure, *cough*.”
As he looked up, he happened to get a clear view of Boss Zhuang’s figure.
Zong Yuan touched his nose, and in silence, the two men returned to the room in their swim trunks. The room was well soundproofed, isolating the cheers from outside, and creating an awkward atmosphere that gradually spread.
It wasn’t easy to take off the swim trunks and change into regular clothes.
The lights in the room were bright, and Zong Yuan looked at the massive LCD TV. “How about watching some TV?”
Zhuang Feiyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and watched as Zong Yuan turned on the warm yellow wall lamp, turning off the ceiling chandelier.
As Zong Yuan opened the television, the screen displayed a close-up of a woman with blood all over her face, her eyes wide open. “… Damn.”
They nearly jumped at the sudden start of a horror movie.
Zhuang Feiyu’s face turned dark. “Guan.Hao.Yu!”
“Hahaha, I thought it was Boss Zhuang’s preference,” Zong Yuan glanced at the movie title, “‘Villa Horror’… quite fitting.”
After hearing Zong Yuan’s words, Zhuang Feiyu’s complexion turned from dark to ashen in the dim light. The screen should have just shown the beginning, with a woman running frantically through a graveyard, at the end of which was a villa with transparent lights. Surprisingly, at a closer look, it did resemble Zhuang Feiyu’s house a bit.
Zong Yuan found it intriguing; he sat down on the sofa. “Boss Zhuang, how about we watch this one?”
Zhuang Feiyu clenched the sofa armrest with force, his fingertips turning white. “Change—”
The woman on the TV, warmly welcomed by the villa owner, sat at the dining table. The next moment, the camera focused on the dilapidated kitchen and the board crawling with bugs.
Zhuang Feiyu, “…”
He felt a nauseating sensation in his stomach.
The distance between the single sofas was not close. Zong Yuan enjoyed watching the movie, occasionally expressing admiration for the actors. Zhuang Feiyu’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, but the various screams and sinister laughter he heard made his imagination run wild. He subtly moved the sofa, leaning inconspicuously toward the other person in the room.
Suddenly, the movie’s sound stopped for about ten seconds. Unable to resist, Zhuang Feiyu looked up. “—”
The female lead, who had just shown terror on her face, casually peeled off a layer of human skin, revealing decaying flesh beneath, occasionally dropping off in pieces!
Zhuang Feiyu abruptly stood up from the sofa, startling Zong Yuan. Oblivious, Zong Yuan asked, “Mr. Zhuang, what’s wrong?”
Zhuang Feiyu, “… Nothing.”
Zong Yuan suddenly had a revelation, a peculiar expression on his face. “Mr. Zhuang, are you afraid of ghosts?”
Zhuang Feiyu, who had just sat down, paused in his attempt to casually cover his ears. His two long legs were elegantly crossed, and he appeared relaxed and cheerful. “Dr. Zong, you must be joking.”
Zong Yuan thought he might have misread the situation, but when he looked at the position of Zhuang Feiyu’s sofa… a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Expertly, he didn’t let Zhuang Feiyu notice. Zong Yuan shifted the sofa closer to Zhuang Feiyu, politely asking, “Mr. Zhuang, the view from here seems better. Do you mind if I move a bit closer?”
Zhuang Feiyu’s line of sight happened to be effectively shielded by Zong Yuan. Zhuang Feiyu casually nodded, and after Zong Yuan finished adjusting, he subtly moved his head without making a sound, completely hiding behind Zong Yuan. Nothing could be seen from his position.
More importantly, in the dim and “creepy” room, the presence of a living person in front of him felt quite comforting.
Zong Yuan had short hair, undoubtedly firm and slightly coarse to the touch. Zhuang Feiyu stared at his head, shifting his focus entirely onto Zong Yuan’s figure.
His figure is quite good, and his temperament seems easy to get along with for now.
Indeed, there is a charm that attracted Miss Wang and Lin Bo’er.
The movie reached its climax, where the male lead and his friends came to the villa to find the female lead. The female lead, in a gentle manner, asked them to wait in the living room while she went into the kitchen. There, she opened her clothes, cut open her abdomen, and filled a cup with the flowing substance, turning it into a beverage.
Zong Yuan also went to pick up the red wine on the table beside him, but his hand accidentally touched another person’s hand.
When Zong Yuan turned to look, he happened to meet Zhuang Feiyu’s gaze. There was surprise in Zhuang Feiyu’s eyes, seemingly unable to understand why he and Zong Yuan ended up with the same glass of wine.
Zong Yuan tactfully said, “It seems like this cup is mine.”
“No,” Zhuang Feiyu pushed another cup towards him and affirmed, “This cup is yours.”
“Mr. Zhuang,” Zong Yuan gestured to the distance, “When I just brought it over, I put it nearby.”
Zhuang Feiyu’s thin lips lifted slightly, exuding confidence. “The table was just turned half a circle.”
Zong Yuan said, “So, I just turned it back when I brought the sofa over.”
The two men looked at each other. Zong Yuan shrugged and handed the glass of wine to Zhuang Feiyu. After all, he was “older,” and big brothers sometimes had to give in to younger ones. However, as Zong Yuan naturally lifted the glass of wine, Zhuang Feiyu felt uneasy.
He held Zong Yuan’s arm. “Are you sure you’re drinking your own?”
Zong Yuan blinked. “Pretend I am?”
Frowning, Zhuang Feiyu took the red wine from his hand, brought the glass close to his lips, took a sip, then put it down. He picked up the other glass, took a sip, and his furrowed brow relaxed. Without knowing how he distinguished them, he handed the first glass, the one taken from Zong Yuan, back to him. “This one is indeed yours.”
Zong Yuan’s mouth twitched as he looked at the still-moist rim of the glass. Under Zhuang Feiyu’s questioning gaze, he took a sip from the part with the lip print. Unable to hold back, he burst into suppressed laughter.
Zhuang Feiyu only then realized what he had just done.
…Embarrassing.
The movie was about to end when suddenly, outside the door, came the voice of Guan Haoyu, both anxious and fearful, “Zhuang-ge, don’t turn on the TV! Please don’t!”
Zhuang Feiyu suppressed the veins on his forehead. “Sorry for the embarrassment, Dr. Zong.”
Zong Yuan nodded in understanding, still not getting the twisted sense of humor behind the warning.
Guan Haoyu shouted for a while, but Zhuang Feiyu remained unmoved. Zong Yuan decided to open the door to ease the tension. Zhuang Feiyu saw his intention and said, “No need—”
Whether to blame the dim lighting or his own lack of foresight.
Zong Yuan was tripped by Zhuang Feiyu’s long legs. He grabbed the closest sofa arm to stabilize himself, resulting in their current position.
Chest pressed against chest, thighs tightly together.
Zhuang Feiyu lay bewildered on the sofa. The half-filled cup of red wine spilled onto his bare chest. Zong Yuan supported himself on the sofa arm, his entire body pressing firmly against Zhuang Feiyu’s. The sticky wine formed a barrier between them, adding a touch of ambiguity to the scene.
Zhuang Feiyu’s eyes locked onto Zong Yuan’s.
They were just a few fingers apart, their breaths beginning to intertwine. Zhuang Feiyu inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure. Dazed and stunned, he was about to say something when, as if nothing had happened, Zong Yuan got up, opened the door, and let in Guan Haoyu.
The sense of pleasure turned into discomfort, and Zhuang Feiyu pressed his thin lips tightly, his face looking unpleasant. Guan Haoyu nervously stammered, “Zhuang-ge, I was wrong…”
Zhuang Feiyu remained expressionless, not uttering a word.
Guan Haoyu internally wailed. Was Zhuang Feiyu so angry this time? This is bad!
Zong Yuan chuckled, “You guys chat here; I’ll go grab something to eat.”
Considerately, he closed the door and returned to his room, his expression unchanged.
Zhuang Feiyu, looking at the closed door, had a slightly dimmer gaze. Unexpected as it was, Zong Yuan’s reaction seemed almost routine, as if he didn’t care about the incident. Was he accustomed to intimacy with anyone, as if it were nothing?
Interrupting Guan Haoyu’s continuous apologies, Zhuang Feiyu asked, “Is anyone downstairs?”
Embarrassed, Guan Haoyu replied, “They’ve all left. Since I couldn’t get into the water and didn’t enjoy it, I just let them go. Hey, Zhuang-ge, where are you going?”
Zhuang Feiyu casually donned his swim trunks and headed out, “Swimming.”
Guan Haoyu stared, dumbfounded, only recovering after a while. He wondered if Zhuang Feiyu had been scared silly by the horror movie. Could he really dive into the water that everyone had just swum in?
Deceiving a child!
Zong Yuan wasn’t as composed as Zhuang Feiyu imagined. However, before he could reveal his unease, the door was knocked. Zhuang Feiyu’s voice echoed, “Dr. Zong, aren’t we going to have a swim-off?”
Sounding extremely composed, as if the awkward scene just now had never happened, this should have been the normal course of action. Zong Yuan furrowed his brows as he opened the door, meeting Zhuang Feiyu’s profound gaze. Zhuang Feiyu spoke with a hint of irony, “It’s just that without a beauty by your side, I’m afraid Dr. Zong might not be able to muster enthusiasm.”
“……?” Why does suddenly everything you say have a suggestive tone?” Zong Yuan’s brow furrowed even deeper, and then he suddenly relaxed, “Who said there’s no beauty accompanying us? Mr. Zhuang is right here.”
Author’s note:
Zong Yuan (puzzled): … Menopause?
Zhuang Feiyu: …
Zhuang Da Lao (old man) is indeed a middle-aged man, hahaha.
