Zhao Linxiu said he was taking three days off, but in reality, he stayed at Zheng Zaisheng's home for nearly two weeks.
Zheng Zaisheng had always been afraid he couldn't give Zhao Linxiu a good relationship experience. In real life, he was quite reserved. Before, when he had been alone, he spent his free time either reading or writing scripts in bits and pieces. That habit had continued until now. Sometimes, he became so absorbed in writing that when he suddenly came back to himself, he would see Zhao Linxiu lying on the sofa, holding his phone and playing games. Most of the time, he was in a losing match, his expression grave as he cursed under his breath. But the moment he noticed Zheng Zaisheng looking at him, he would turn and flash him a brilliant smile, instantly smoothing away all of Zheng Zaisheng's worries and doubts.
They kissed too, on snowy afternoons and evenings. The scent of braised ribs drifted from the kitchen, waves of heat rolling over them. Zhao Linxiu tucked Zheng Zaisheng into his arms and pressed him beneath him, bunching the bright yet subdued patterned sofa cover into a heap. It often felt like only a few hurried moments had passed, but by the time Zheng Zaisheng rushed into the kitchen, the water in the pot of ribs was nearly boiled dry.
Zhao Linxiu wiped the corner of his mouth with lingering satisfaction. One knee was raised, his elbow resting on it. The man's smile was faint, but there was no contentment in his eyes after being sated. Instead, his greed and possessiveness were constantly being stirred, as if they had no limit. His whole person revealed the ferocity and grandeur of waves crashing against a reef.
What kind of idiot was Xie Yan, exactly?