Dinner was stir-fried cured meat with wild onions. It was incredibly delicious. Watching Fang Zichen eat with great relish, Zhao Ger laughed: "Weren't you saying earlier that you wouldn't eat it even if it were fed to the dogs?"
"Yeah!" Fang Zichen played dumb: "Dogs won't eat it, but people will."
Right after finishing the meal, he took Guaizai for a stroll, then carried him back to the room. Having swum for a while in the evening, Guaizai was tired. As soon as he lay on the bed, Fang Zichen had only patted him a few times before his eyelids began to droop.
"Father..."
"Hmm?"
"Guaizai sleepy."
"If you're sleepy, then sleep! No need to report it." Fang Zichen's heart was itching, eager for him to fall asleep quickly.
Zhao Ger had just finished bathing and was coming out of the kitchen when he saw Fang Zichen tiptoeing out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Zhao Ger felt somewhat nervous and asked hesitantly: "...Aren't you going to sleep?"
Fang Zichen went "shh," pulled him into the kitchen, and the kitchen door closed with a bang. Zhao Ger was pressed against the door panel. Fang Zichen caressed Zhao Ger's face, tracing his features inch by inch.
This little enchantress, with a round face like a bun, was quite adorable.
Zhao Ger felt somewhat shy and was the first to look away: "You, mmm~"
Fang Zichen suddenly kissed him.
Caught off guard, Zhao Ger was slightly stunned. Then he felt the soft flesh on his palate gently licked by the tip of Fang Zichen's tongue, making his own saliva overflow until it spilled out.
Fang Zichen's heartbeat accelerated, his face flushed and hot as if he had drunk wine. Everything before him felt so unreal. He acted from the heart, his movements clumsy yet careful. Zhao Ger wrapped his arms around his neck and slowly closed his eyes.
Fang Zichen's kiss deepened, his arms holding him tighter. Their lips and tongues intertwined. After a good while, Fang Zichen released him, held the bend of his legs, and picked him up in a horizontal carry.
Zhao Ger was placed on the table, his face flushed: "Shouldn't we... go back to the room?"
"No, we're not going back," Fang Zichen said breathlessly.
Guaizai was in the room. What if the noise woke him up later?
Fang Zichen was determined tonight to definitely make Zhao Ger cry.
Flickering firelight streamed from the stove, and Zhao Ger shielded his eyes with the back of his hand.
This was the dining table, how could they...
He feared he would never be able to look directly at this table again.
Fang Zichen stripped him of his clothes, his eyes fixed on his snow-white, thin chest. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he caressed it with his palm. His palm felt slightly cold, and Zhao Ger shuddered. Under his caress, she couldn't help but let out a low moan, a tearful, incredibly alluring sound.
Fang Zichen could no longer restrain himself and leaned in to kiss him.
"Zhao Ger~"
The unfamiliar atmosphere grew ambiguous. The sparks faded, the room darkened, and his senses sharpened.
While being possessed, Zhao Ger heard Fang Zichen whisper in his ear, "Zhao Ger, I love you. Don't be afraid..."
Zhao Ger's pupils constricted suddenly, and his lips, reddened from the kiss, trembled violently. He opened and closed them for a long moment, unable to utter a single word.
Fang Zichen paused but seemed to understand.
He leaned close to Zhao Ger's ear, held him tightly, and said, "I won't leave. I will never leave."
His eyes were full of affection, his expression serious. When his gaze fell on him, Zhao Ger felt a tingling sensation in his heart.
Fang Zichen rested his forehead against his, their breaths mingling. Zhao Ger could smell his distinctive scent. He should have been happy to hear this promise. After all, they were truly together now. Yet, Zhao Ge'er felt breathless, his heart ached unbearably, and his eyes suddenly grew sore.
It had been too long...
This moment had truly been a long time coming...
Fang Zichen didn't understand why he was crying. He kissed away his tears, holding back his own urgency, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did I hurt you?"
Zhao Ger shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?" Fang Zichen suddenly understood: "Oh, is it because it felt too good?"
Zhao Ger: "..."
Fang Zichen, the troublemaker, kept talking: "I've heard that when it feels too good, people cry too."
Zhao Ger: "..."
Fang Zichen laughed, running a hand through his hair. His handsome, sharp features were outlined by the moonlight outside the window, each word dripping with a mesmerizing charm that made people unconsciously enthralled: "Don't worry, tonight I'll let you cry your fill."
A man must keep his word.
Once a promise was made, not even four horses could take it back—let alone nine. And given the intensity of his current... pace, even those nine horses would find it utterly impossible to catch up and reverse what had been set in motion.
Fang Zichen meant what he said.
By the end, Zhao Ger's voice was hoarse from crying. His whole body felt as if it had been run over, his legs weak and his feet trembling slightly. Fang Zichen used the remaining bit of hot water to wipe him down and carried him back to the room.
After hurriedly taking a cold shower himself, he returned to bed. Facing Zhao Ger, he smiled innocently and said, "Zhao Ger, come on, share your post-experience thoughts. Whatever was good, we'll keep doing. If there was anything not so good, you can tell me, and I'll consider making adjustments."
Zhao Ger wanted to kick him, but he was too weak all over. He could only shoot him a glare: "I don't want to talk to you."
Hearing this, Fang Zichen was taken aback: "Really, how come you sound more like a scumbag than me? You just slept with me, and now you're acting like this. If we sleep together a few more times, won't you get completely sick of me? Tsk, you're such a scumbag."
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