The peach blossom pastries in his arms were gently taken away and placed on the bedside table.
Wen Jiu soon succumbed to Feng Chi's advances, kissed into a daze as he willingly wrapped his arms around his shoulders.
The straps of his overalls slipped down.
The well-behaved star student didn't seem to reject the bad guy's molesting hands. He even liked it, his affectionate movements brimming with dependence.
It was completely different from his passivity the previous times.
Feng Chi was about to go crazy!
"Baby, you're driving me crazy."
The man's voice was hoarse with restraint, but his dark phoenix eyes were filled with lust, as though it might spill over.
"Didn't you want to know what a reproductive cavity was?"
The straps slipped off completely, and a warm palm slid beneath the hem of his shirt, gently covering his lower abdomen.
"Here."
"It's right here."
Wen Jiu trembled all over, instinctively arching his back and curling up.
"Mmph..."
Feng Chi leaned closer, lifting his shirt with movements both forceful and gentle, his palm gripping his supple waist.
Lowering his voice, he coaxed, "Since you're hungry... may I?"
Wen Jiu softly blinked his peach blossom eyes, tears clinging to their corners, and unconsciously reached out for a hug.
Feng Chi liked him. This person liked him.
The love in the man's eyes wasn't fake, and neither was the lust.
This person's eyes were filled with nothing but him.
At that realization, Wen Jiu's heart melted.
"Feng Chi," Wen Jiu called, his eyes hazy. "Want Feng Chi..."
The peach blossom pastries... maybe he could share them with Feng Chi, too...
"Peach..."
Feng Chi didn't want peach blossom pastries. He wanted Wen Jiu.
Only the person right in front of him.
Feng Chi had never imagined his love would be returned so quickly-even if this was only a beginning.
But it was already enough of a wonderful surprise.
After all, Wen Jiu always seemed so resistant, bristling angrily every time they finished.
After all, he was straight.
Turning a straight man wasn't easy, so Feng Chi had planned to lure him into his grasp first, then boil the frog slowly, getting Wen Jiu used to being intimate with him.
It would be even better if the entire internet shipped them.
That way, wherever Wen Jiu went, he would think of him.
Big Boss Feng always planned for everything, and he was confident in his own beauty, too.
Yet he had still underestimated how accepting Wen Jiu was of him.
"A-Jiu, A-Jiu..." Feng Chi hugged him tightly, his whole body trembling with excitement.
He wanted to embrace him, kiss him, capture him.
He wanted him inside and out, body and heart-
To possess him completely.
"I love you."
"A-Jiu, you're all I want."
Whether or not you can bear this mad, surging, sick love of mine.
You won't escape.
This time, the man was wild. Wen Jiu felt as though he were about to shatter.
He desperately slapped the man's arms. Those hands that could hoist concrete slabs during the day were now as limp as noodles. Not only could he barely reach him, he couldn't muster any strength at all.
In the end, he could only clutch the man's wrists in desperation, then be guided to drape his arms around his neck.
Before falling into an exhausted sleep, he could still hear the man's lust-filled murmurs.
Every word spoke of loving him.
How strange, Wen Jiu thought. It's only been a few days.
How could there be such intense love?
The next morning, Wen Jiu was carried into the car.
The director had deliberately switched off every camera and silently kneaded the planning booklet in his hands in excitement, stars in his eyes.
Holy shit, holy shit! That's my ship for you! They've really made progress!!!
Fuck, if they didn't do it, I'll write my name backward!
Feng Chi carefully settled him in the back seat, then got in after him.
Cai Qing closed the door, bowed slightly to everyone in farewell, then went around to the driver's seat.
Outwardly cool and expressionless, Cai Qing was actually no calmer inside than the other two Perpetual Motion Machines.
Zhang Guozhong steadied Shen Huaian, who was on the verge of passing out from shipping them, and waved to the man himself. "Safe travels, President Feng! Come back whenever you get the chance!"
Shen Yu added, "I hope I'll have a chance to work with Wen Jiu in the future."
Feng Chi nodded. The engine started, and the SUV gradually drove away.
Only after the car left Peach Blossom Spring Village did Wen Jiu open his eyes, utterly exhausted and looking as though he had nothing left to live for.
"It's over. My brave, tough-guy image is completely ruined."
In the driver's seat, Cai Qing seemed to choke on saliva and coughed hard several times while holding the steering wheel.
Wen Jiu cast a sidelong glare over. "...Caiji assistant, you'd better have a good reason."
Caiji assistant: ...
"My apologies," Cai Qing said politely and respectfully. "I was merely expressing my regret over the matter."
Feng Chi couldn't help turning his head away and pressing his lips together.
Wen Jiu ground his teeth resentfully.
It's all that bastard Feng Chi's fault!
Who knew what had gotten into him last night? He had nearly fucked him to pieces, leaving him aching and weak all over, unable even to straighten his legs!
The man had even dressed him.
Wen Jiu had his pride. Unable to face everyone's gazes, he had simply pretended to be asleep.
But with him like this, anyone would know what had happened last night, okay?!
Wen Jiu raised his hands and buried his face in them, his voice muffled. "It's all your fault."
Now Feng Chi no longer looked ready to devour him as he had last night. He drew him into his arms, resting his head on his lap, and massaged his lower back.
Looking every bit the considerate, devoted partner, he said, "I'm sorry. It's my fault."
Wen Jiu huffed twice.
"A-Jiu's reactions were too adorable. It's my fault for losing control."
Wen Jiu's eyes widened, and he was about to bristle again.
Feng Chi bent down and softly kissed Wen Jiu's forehead, asking with infinite tenderness, "A-Jiu, does this mean... you can accept me now?"
The man deliberately made himself sound pitiful, not daring to ask about love or even mention liking him.
He only probed cautiously, with a hint of humility.
Asking whether he could accept him.
Wen Jiu felt as though this man named Feng Chi had his heart clasped in his palm.
It ached, heavy and tight.
Wen Jiu looked up to meet the man's gaze, about to say it was more than acceptance, but the moment their eyes met, his tsundere streak surfaced.
Wen Jiu turned his head aside and pressed his lips together, too embarrassed to speak.
"Time waits for no one, young man. If you like someone, admit it boldly. Don't leave yourself with regrets."
"Once you've lost them, it'll be too late for regrets."
In the end, unable to stop his heart from softening, Wen Jiu pursed his lips and feigned indifference. "Y-you're okay, I guess."
Seeing Wen Jiu's evasive gaze, Feng Chi had already braced himself for a negative answer.
At his reply, he abruptly froze, his hands releasing the young man's waist as though scalded.
"What did you say?"
Why are you so shocked? You'd think you hadn't had your feelings returned in eight hundred years.
Wen Jiu's face grew slightly hot. He instinctively glanced toward the driver's seat and gritted out, "Nothing!"
Long accustomed to his tsundere streak, Feng Chi patiently lifted him into a sitting position, parting his legs and settling him against himself with his back to him.
"You..."
Wen Jiu hurriedly pushed against him, but he was far too helpless in this position. With the man gripping his waist, he couldn't push him away or land a backward slap. He could only cover his mouth, afraid to let any sound escape, his face instantly blazing red.
Fuck!
In broad daylight, under the open sky!
This unfilial son! He actually dared touch his daddy's legs! Aaaah!
With no outsiders present, Feng Chi didn't hold back. He simply wrapped his arms around the tsundere kitty's waist and gently rocked him, nuzzling him as he wheedled, "Say it again, please?"
Giving up, Wen Jiu cursed, "Your dad said you're okay! You're my son, after all. No matter how much you embarrass Daddy, Daddy won't disown you!"
Feng Chi laughed in high spirits, leaning in to gently graze the back of Wen Jiu's neck with his teeth.
"Mm... fuck you!" Wen Jiu was on the verge of breaking down. Could this bastard get horny anytime, anywhere??
Wen Jiu slapped at him wildly. "Unfilial son! Let go of your dad!"
Cai Qing cautiously glanced in the rearview mirror. Wen Xiaojiu was trapped in the big boss's clingy embrace, cursing nonstop, yet the blush on his face only deepened. Nourished by love, his fair, tender skin seemed surrounded by a halo, and he looked utterly adorable.
A mist veiled his beautiful peach blossom eyes, their corners flushed red, as though he were about to cry.
Oh my. Cai Qing slowly looked away. See no evil, see no evil.
In reality, the grin was practically stretching to the back of Cai Qing's head.
Feng Chi squeezed Wen Xiaojiu's waist, considerately massaging it as he said in a soft, gentle voice:
"A-Jiu, say it again, please? Say you don't actually hate me, that you can actually accept me being this intimate with you..."
What kind of intimate?
Wen Jiu hurriedly shook his head. That's not what I meant! I didn't!
"I'm so sad." The big dog seemed hurt by his reaction, resting against his shoulder in grievance and deliberately whispering into Wen Xiaojiu's ear, "Last night you were still saying you wanted Feng Chi. Now that you've slept with me, you won't admit it..."
The tips of Wen Jiu's ears began burning red, too. He instinctively wanted to jump away, but his whole body was limp. Afraid Caiji would notice, he could only turn slightly sideways, frantically trying to hide it.
Terrified that this bastard would call him a "scumbag" again, Wen Jiu was truly scared. "W-what nonsense are you spouting now?!"
Feng Chi didn't mind going into greater detail. "Last night, you clung to me, saying you wanted to feed me peach blossom pastries, and wanted me to eat you, too..."
Wen Jiu turned and clapped a hand over his mouth, breaking down. "Aaaaah, stop talking!!!"
The man blinked, his expression innocent.