Chapter 69
Zhao Ger looked up at him. Fang Zichen bent down and gently kissed his forehead. Then, his thumb slid from between Zhao Ger’s brows, down the bridge of his nose, to the tip, before finally coming to rest on his lips, caressing them lightly—tenderly, as if handling something precious.
Zhao Ger smiled, his gaze entirely fixed on the man before him. His smile carried a trace of unmistakable nervousness.
He wrapped his arms around Fang Zichen’s neck and kissed him fiercely, parting his lips to let Fang Zichen in. With his eyes closed, he responded clumsily with the warm tip of his tongue.
Their breathing grew heavier, their silhouettes merging under the warm light, clinging to each other as if in a desperate embrace.
"Mmm..."
Zhao Ger's entire body seemed to be on fire. Only when the kiss nearly suffocated him did Fang Zichen finally let go. After their lips parted, he braced his hands on either side of Zhao Ger, hovering a dozen centimeters above him, staring fixedly with an expression like a man possessed. His eyes burned with unconcealed, intense desire.
Zhao Ger panted rapidly, his thin lips red and swollen from the kiss. His features were usually delicate and refined, but now, with a flush of allure tinting the corners of his eyes and brows, he looked utterly irresistible.
Fang Zichen steadied his breathing before rolling onto his side beside him. They lay facing each other.
"...Forget it!" He restrained the raging desire inside him, his voice hoarse as he said, "Let's wait a little longer!"
When they first kissed, the two were pressed extremely close together, and he could clearly feel Fang Zichen... Zhao Ger raised his head, frowned, and asked in confusion: "Wait for what?"
The two stared at each other quietly for a few seconds before Fang Zichen was the first to look away.
He stammered, somewhat awkward: "I—I did a quick divination, and today’s not the day for that. Once I’ve mastered the craft, I’ll come back and battle you for three hundred rounds."
This was his first time, and he wanted to perform well.
He had been busy the past few days—he hadn’t even had time to read the books Sun Dahu brought him.
Right now, he didn’t know a single move or technique. It was honestly embarrassing. He couldn’t just dive in headfirst. Sun Dahu and the others said this kind of important matter required skill. He’d wait until he’d mastered it, until his technique was up to par, before proceeding!
Zhao Ger froze for a moment, then let out an exasperated laugh, shooting him a light glare: "Then suffer and die from holding it in, for all I care."
Fang Zichen was tormented by that desire, both physically and mentally exhausted. After taking a cold bath and returning, Zhao Ger carried Guaizai back to the middle of the bed and lay down on the inner side himself.
Fang Zichen moved Guaizai aside, sat behind Zhao Ger, and poked his waist: "Are you angry?"
Zhao Ger seemed to be asleep and didn’t move.
"We men shouldn’t be this petty," Fang Zichen said.
Zhao Ger still didn’t move.
"Really asleep?"
Zhao Ger’s chest was clogged with anger and he didn’t want to respond. Fang Zichen deliberately said, "Fell asleep so fast? What a pig!"
Zhao Ger grew even angrier and couldn’t keep pretending. He lifted his foot and kicked him lightly.
It was a very light kick, neither painful nor itchy, just playful. Fang Zichen was extremely smug, thinking Zhao Ger must love him to death—even when furious, he couldn’t bear to hurt him. He grabbed Zhao Ger’s ankle and said, "Don’t be mad. I’m the one suffering, so why are you angry?" Feeling triumphant, his mouth turned shameless: "Oh~ Could it be you’re feeling unsatisfied?"
Zhao Ger: "······"
Zhao Ger struggled, wanting to kick him again, but Fang Zichen didn’t let go. Instead, he tilted his head and kissed his ankle.
A tingling sensation rushed from his ankle up his spine in an instant. Zhao Ger’s entire body stiffened, his toes curled, and his face flushed with heat again.
"You—how could you… That place is dirty."
"What’s dirty? Didn’t you just wash tonight?" Fang Zichen’s inner robe was loose as he pressed closer, their breaths hot and tangled. Lowering his voice, he said, "I like you. Really like you. So much that even if you farted, I’d think it smelled sweet."
Zhao Ger burst into laughter, pushing against his firm, slightly cool chest: "You’re so disgusting."
Fang Zichen wasn’t happy hearing that: "What’s disgusting? It’s only you. If it were anyone else daring to fart in front of me, The Third Young Master Fang, I’d kick their asshole open."
The two bickered and fooled around until midnight. The next day, they woke up early again. On the way to work, Fang Zichen still felt somewhat dazed, lacking energy, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. But after seeing the bedroom techniques manual Sun Dahu brought, he instantly perked up like he’d been injected with chicken blood, fully revived.
Opening the first page, his eyes widened.
"Wow~"
Second page.
"Holy shit~"
Third page.
"My god!"
Fourth page.
"So intense."
Fifth page.
"This one’s a bit difficult."
Sixth page.
"Damn, you can even do it like this?"
The two figures were in various positions, and the scenes were ever-changing—not just on the bed, but also on the table, by the window. Fang Zichen felt like he had broadened his horizons, his perspective instantly expanded.
He had been narrow-minded before. Who would have thought that this "demon brawl" could have so many variations beyond just the usual top and bottom positions?
[妖精打架 (yāojing dǎjià): lit. demon brawl; fig. euphemism for sexual activity]
He really had learned something new.
It’s true—reading and observing more is always beneficial.
That evening after work, Fang Zichen rushed home in a hurry. Zhao Ger was in the kitchen cooking, but Guaizai wasn’t home. Zhao Ger said he had gone to play with Liuliu.
Fang Zichen headed out: "Then I’ll go bring him back for dinner."
But when he arrived at Zhou Ger’s house, Liuliu was sitting in the main room eating, and Guaizai wasn’t there.
When Fang Zichen asked, Zhou Ger set down his work and said, "Guaizai didn’t come to our house today!"
Fang Zichen frowned. "He didn’t come at all today?"
"No," Zhou Ger said firmly. "Liuliu was with me in the fields all day."
Aunt Liu chimed in, "Guaizai didn’t come by our place today either. Has the child gone missing?"
"I’ll go home and check again." Fang Zichen’s heart skipped a beat. He threw out the words and hurried back.
No comments:
Post a Comment