The race

Gu Xiao really drove like he had a death wish!

Feng Ji had thought he was crazy enough, but A-Xiao outdid him!

Every acceleration, every turn took Feng Ji by surprise.

Even when Shelley tried to squeeze past, he dared to keep accelerating!

Feng Ji's heart raced wildly. A race outside his control could actually be this thrilling?!

No, it wasn't the race that was thrilling!

A-Xiao was just too crazy.

He cared nothing for his life, only about winning or losing.

A-Xiao only wanted to win!

Feng Ji turned his head with difficulty, but with a helmet in the way, he couldn't see A-Xiao's expression at all.

But A-Xiao's hands were steady, and his body didn't even show any involuntary trembling from the increasing speed.

When A-Xiao had said he didn't like racing, was it because he thought it wasn't interesting enough?

Feng Ji's heart pounded, thump, thump, thump, as though it might leap out of his chest at any moment!

He didn't care where that purple-haired guy was now. He only knew that A-Xiao would definitely win.

Gu Xiao had no idea his speed and maneuvers had all but scared Feng Ji out of his wits.

He really hadn't lied. When he said he would definitely win if he played, he was simply stating a fact.

This car's speed actually fell far short of the modified armored vehicles of the apocalypse.

During the apocalypse, if you weren't fast enough, physically fit enough, or skilled enough at high-speed driving...

You would have died a thousand times over.

None of those who survived were pushovers!

He wasn't showing off his skills. These were his survival skills.

When they got out, Feng Ji's legs went limp, and his entire body hung off Gu Xiao.

Fu Huai, too, looked at Gu Xiao in shock.

A-Xiao's speed had set his heart pounding.

Fu Huai stepped forward and personally took off Gu Xiao's helmet.

Beneath the helmet were clear eyes and a face with only a faint flush.

A-Xiao's heartbeat was even still within the normal range.

He was nothing like Feng Ji, whose face was deeply flushed and whose eyes were hazy.

A-Xiao hadn't been affected at all.

It was as though he had merely gone out for a drive.

"A-Xiao..." Feng Ji's eyes were hazy, and his racing heartbeat made him desperate to do something.

So excited!

So excited!!

So excited!!!

Something in his mind was clamoring, venting, frantically urging him to cross the line.

Feng Ji trembled. What he craved most right now was a hug from A-Xiao.

Gu Xiao: "?"

Fu Huai: "!"

Shelley, who belatedly opened his car door: "..."

Weren't Easterners supposed to be reserved about expressing their feelings?

They could actually be this passionate?!

After just five short seconds, Gu Xiao pushed Feng Ji away.

Being held so tightly by a man was a little disgusting.

Feng Ji looked at Gu Xiao unhappily. He hadn't had enough yet.

Gu Xiao, however, didn't feel much of anything.

After some overly intense exercise, a person's body would become restless.

Feng Ji had probably grabbed him for a hug because he was the closest.

"Stop acting crazy," Gu Xiao said, looking indifferently at Feng Ji. "I can find you a couple of omegas. Hug them all you want."

A-Xiao still wasn't angry. Not only that, he even wanted to help him.

Feng Ji simply couldn't suppress the longing in his heart.

He reached out, wanting to do something more, but Fu Huai caught his wrist. "Feng Ji, calm down."

"Your affection is truly touching," Shelley asked gracefully. "May I join in?"

Gu Xiao: "No. Also, I won."

"All right, you're very impressive, and very charming." Shelley sighed and said in a gentlemanly manner, "You won, but I won twice."

Feng Ji was brimming with excitement now. He grinned, his smile utterly unrestrained.

"If you can't accept it, I can race you again."

Shelley had been about to agree, but when he met Feng Ji's eyes, he smiled slightly. "No, cutie. I've already exceeded my exercise quota for today. I can't play with you."

Looking young had always been a sore spot for Feng Ji.

And this foreign devil kept striking that sore spot again and again. Feng Ji's patience had reached its limit.

"Mr. Aisili, if you want your younger brother to appear before you alive and kicking, shouldn't you tuck your tail between your legs and behave?" Feng Ji said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The world isn't very safe these days."

Shelley's expression barely changed. "Thank you for the reminder. I trust that under Mr. Fu's care, Hill will be fine."

At that, Feng Ji looked at Fu Huai unhappily.

Had these two made some sort of deal while he was accompanying A-Xiao to change into his racing suit?

That damned fox had always been full of schemes.

He had no idea why A-Xiao trusted him so much.

Fu Huai: "..."

Of course he knew what that look in the brat's eyes meant.

He was utterly speechless. Was Feng Ji too stupid to recognize such an obvious, idiotic attempt to divert the floodwaters toward someone else?

This man's intelligence clearly shouldn't have been this low.

Fu Huai couldn't be bothered with Feng Ji and said bluntly, "Mr. Aisili, it's very late. We need to go back and rest."

It was already past midnight.

The night breeze tousled Gu Xiao's hair and restored some of Feng Ji's reason.

His emotions had been violently pulled taut, then smoothed out by the gentle breeze.

He thought of that hug just now.

Tonight's trip hadn't been in vain.

Feng Ji smiled at Shelley. "A visitor is a guest. I won't hold your rashness against you."

On the contrary, he ought to thank this pair of shamate.

He had gotten to hug A-Xiao.

He smelled a hundred times better than Feng Ji had imagined.

Shelley, however, was surprised by Feng Ji.

According to his investigation, this rash little fellow didn't have a very good temper.

As for the other one, Ji Chuan, the Ji Family's sole heir, he had yet to meet him.

Shelley smiled as well. "You're truly magnanimous, Young Master Feng. I think that if I weren't a member of the Aisili Family, we could have become friends."

"No." Fu Huai, who was always polite and composed, curled his lips at Shelley.

"Only with the Aisili Family as your backing do you barely qualify to stand before us. Stripped of that identity, you wouldn't even deserve to look at our backs."

The gentle expression on Shelley's face froze into a layer of ice.

This Mr. Fu was much like those stubborn nobles in his family.

"Let's go," Gu Xiao said impatiently. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

Fu Huai: "...Let's go."

Class? How novel, hearing that word come out of A-Xiao's mouth.

The three of them simply left the three sports cars where they were and walked away.

Watching their retreating figures, Shelley pressed his lips together, a surge of resentment rising in his heart.

From beginning to end, none of them had given him or Hill a second thought.

Shelley raked his hair into disarray, his eyes dark.

Four hours later, at four in the morning, Hill woke up at his own residence.

Looking at Shelley, whose hair was blond again, Hill complained, "Brother, purple is mysterious. It suits you perfectly. Don't you hate the aristocratic system and want to send those old fossils to prison? Why did you go back to blond hair, the symbol of nobility?"

Shelley looked coldly at Hill. "You were unconscious for five hours, and this is what you have to say when you wake up?"

Hearing that, Hill grew even more excited.

"Brother, I want to take Xiao's place. You saw him too, didn't you? He's really beautiful. I'm going to make him my subordinate."

Watching Hill's eager expression, Shelley said coldly, "He isn't someone we can covet."

Half the excitement faded from Hill's face. He chuckled. "Shelley, you've fallen for that Eastern beauty too, haven't you?"

Remembering the way Mr. Fu and that youthful Mr. Feng had looked at Gu Xiao, he tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"My dear foolish little brother, you're far from the only one with that idea."