ASFSODS 82

The noise gradually faded away. Wen Chi was pressed against a decorative stone, with the cool stone behind him and the man’s burning body heat in front of him. Wen Chi was forced to tilt his head back, his long neck forming a graceful curve. One hand was clutching Jiang Siheng’s cold and soft hair, feeling the man’s delicate kisses falling on his collarbone. He couldn’t help but close his eyes in anticipation.

“Chichi.”

Wen Chi shakily opened his eyes. Before he could even make out Jiang Siheng’s expression, his lips were gently bitten and continuously kissed. The man’s teeth pried open his mouth and his tongue explored every corner with force, fiery and lingering.

Jiang Siheng’s movements were bolder than ever. His hand slid under Wen Chi’s shirt, caressing the boy’s warm and silky skin. It seemed like he was dissatisfied with just touching this part, and his hand tentatively moved downward. Just as it made contact, a hand slammed onto his wrist, stopping him from going any further.

“Don’t go too far, Jiang Siheng. We’re still outside…” Wen Chi gasped, turning his face away while holding his wrist tightly, worried Jiang Siheng might strip him here.

Jiang Siheng froze for a moment before burying his head into Wen Chi’s shoulder and chuckling softly.

“What are you laughing at?” Wen Chi tugged at his hair.

“Nothing,” Jiang Siheng straightened up, pulling Wen Chi away. His other hand was still held by Wen Chi, so he could only use one hand to fix his hair and adjust his clothes. “Do you want to go for a walk again?”

Wen Chi let go of his hand, took out his phone to check the time, and saw that it was still early. “Let’s go back to the shopping mall for a bit?”

“Okay.”

As they walked back, Wen Chi noticed that Jiang Siheng kept glancing at him from time to time. He couldn’t help but feel amused and shy. When the man glanced at him again, Wen Chi suddenly turned his head to meet Jiang Siheng’s eyes and hummed a couple of times. “Caught you, huh? What were you looking at me for?”

Jiang Siheng wasn’t flustered at all after being caught. He patted Wen Chi’s head and asked, “Do you want to sleep at my place tonight? I’ll send you back after we have lunch tomorrow.”

Wen Chi asked, “Aren’t your parents at home? It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to come over.”

“They won’t be sleeping there,” Jiang Siheng said, sensing Wen Chi wasn’t rejecting the idea. He seized the chance to add, “It’s close to my place and it’s more convenient.”

Wen Chi paused for a moment. It seemed like he understood something. “So you brought me here for dinner with a purpose, right?”

“It wasn’t at first, but now it is. The purpose is to take you home with me,” Jiang Siheng said confidently.

“What if your parents suddenly come home?” Wen Chi still felt a bit uneasy. Although they had discussed having dinner with Jiang Siheng’s parents earlier in the afternoon, he wasn’t quite prepared for it yet.

“They won’t,” Jiang Siheng said assuredly.

“How do you know?”

“They don’t know the password.”

Wen Chi: “…”

They walked around the shopping mall for a while and when they came out, Jiang Siheng had several bags in his hands.

“You have my change of clothes, right?” Wen Chi asked lazily, stretching in the passenger seat.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Wen Chi turned his head to look out the window, seeing a large bridge ahead. He noticed the cityscape at night, pulled out his phone, and took a few photos, then posted them on Weibo.

【@Wen Chi: Monkey monkey look～[picture][picture]】

Wen Chi was no longer that little star with only a few hundred shares, comments, and likes on his Weibo posts. As soon as he posted it, the comment section was flooded with thousands of comments. When he refreshed, the number quickly surpassed ten thousand.

【Good evening, baby!】

【Chi Chi, good evening! Have you eaten yet?】

【Wife, wife, wife [kiss]】

【Baby, did you have fun today? Hope you had a good time!】

【Xiao Chi, I love you [heart]】

【Why don’t you post a selfie! Selfie, selfie, selfie!】

【Baby, where is the last episode filmed?】

Wen Chi patiently read through each comment. When he saw a fan asking where the last episode would be filmed, he turned to ask, “Teacher Jiang, do you know where the last episode will be filmed?”

“I don’t know,” Jiang Siheng said, glancing at him while waiting at a red light. “Why would you think I know where the next episode will be filmed?”

Wen Chi didn’t hide his thoughts. He said, “Because I thought you knew the director.”

Jiang Siheng spoke in a very calm tone, “That idiot? I know him, but we’re not close.”

Wen Chi was a little surprised since it was the first time he had heard Jiang Siheng curse. He asked, “Did he provoke you?”

“Not exactly,” Jiang Siheng didn’t mind letting Wen Chi know a bit more about him. “His wife saved my life.”

“Saved your life?” Wen Chi straightened up, his eyes widening slightly. “What happened?”

“When I was still in school, I got into a car accident. It was his wife who saved me, but it also caused her to be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.”

Jiang Siheng spoke in such a neutral tone, as if he were not the one involved. The dim lighting in the car hid his emotions well but only Wen Chi, sitting beside him, could see the brief flash of pain in his eyes.

Wen Chi thought for a moment and then asked, “Do you visit them often?”

“Yes.” Jiang Siheng glanced at Wen Chi. “Why?”

“How about I go with you next time?” Wen Chi asked.

Jiang Siheng didn’t reply immediately, and Wen Chi didn’t press further, waiting quietly. After a while, he heard Jiang Siheng chuckle lightly. “Okay.”

A week later, Wen Chi came to Jiang Siheng’s apartment again. As soon as he walked in, he noticed that there were two new pairs of house slippers on the shoe rack by the door. They were identical—one black and one white, both with a shark design on the tops.

Wen Chi blinked, took the white pair, slipped off his shoes, and put them on. They fit perfectly. He turned to look at Jiang Siheng, who was also changing his shoes, and asked, “Teacher Jiang, did you buy these slippers?”

Jiang Siheng nodded.

“What happened to the old ones?” Wen Chi asked.

“They got lost,” Jiang Siheng replied.

Wen Chi was shocked by the way Jiang Siheng spoke, sounding like a boss. He walked into the guest room, opened the wardrobe, and found it completely empty. Where were his clothes?

“Jiang Siheng—”

Wen Chi stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, watching as Jiang Siheng leisurely walked over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“My clothes? Didn’t I leave several clothes in the wardrobe? Did you throw them out too?”

Jiang Siheng paused for a moment, then silently pulled Wen Chi into his room and opened his wardrobe. “They’re here.”

Not only was the wardrobe full, but Wen Chi also noticed there was an extra pillow on the bed. It was clear that Jiang Siheng had intentionally prepared for this.

When Jiang Siheng saw that he had been caught, he said with confidence, “I accepted that we can’t sleep together during the show, but when we’re back home, do I really have to sleep separately from my boyfriend?”

His argument was reasonable, and Wen Chi couldn’t come up with a valid reason to oppose him.

“Got it, got it.”

He stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at his pajamas hanging next to Jiang Siheng’s. His simple and plain-colored or striped pajamas contrasted with the cute, obviously carefully chosen ones. It was clear that the wardrobe was shared by two people with very different personalities.

Wen Chi suddenly thought of something and felt his face getting hot. He quickly grabbed his favorite off-white bear pajama set and hurried into the bathroom, wearing his slippers and mumbling, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Jiang Siheng watched Wen Chi leave with a mix of embarrassment and anger in his posture. He glanced at the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, where Wen Chi’s personal clothes were stored. Wen Chi hadn’t opened it earlier.

Jiang Siheng casually took out a new piece of intimate clothing from the drawer and placed it at the foot of the bed. Then he sat on the bed, playing with his phone.

After Wen Chi finished showering, he realized he had forgotten to grab his underwear. He glanced at the pair of underwear he had tossed into the laundry basket. “…”

Ahhhhhh!

Wen Chi collapsed in frustration, crouching on the floor. He was only wearing a top, with nothing on the bottom. He couldn’t go out in just his pajama pants. He wasn’t used to it, and more importantly, he didn’t know if Jiang Siheng was outside. He felt too shy to ask Jiang Siheng for his underwear.

Wen Chi looked down at the soap bubbles on the floor that hadn’t been washed away yet. He extended his finger to pop a bubble, mumbling to himself, “Go, no go, go, no go…”

While Wen Chi was hesitating, Jiang Siheng had finished a phone call on the balcony and came back into the room. He noticed the bathroom door was still closed, but there was no sound of water running. Jiang Siheng looked at the underwear at the foot of the bed and figured out the reason for Wen Chi’s delay.

“Go, no go, go, no—”

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted Wen Chi’s chanting. He looked up, and the thick door prevented him from seeing who was outside, but he could vaguely make out a shadow.

“Xiao Chi.”

Wen Chi was startled and responded, “Huh?”

“You forgot your underwear.”

Wen Chi: “…”

Jiang Siheng knocked again when he didn’t get a response. “Xiao Chi?”

The bathroom door opened just a crack, wide enough for only an arm to stretch through. Wen Chi lowered his head and didn’t look at Jiang Siheng. He simply extended his hand through the crack, saying nothing, but the gesture was very clear.

Jiang Siheng raised an eyebrow, placed the underwear into Wen Chi’s hand, and left. He didn’t intend to tease Wen Chi, afraid that Wen Chi would angrily grab the pillow and go back to the guest room to sleep.

Little did he know, Wen Chi behind the door had already turned red to the point of explosion.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face slowly, Wen Chi came out of the bathroom. The steam from the hot water had already dissipated. He glanced at Jiang Siheng and said, “I’m done with my shower.”

Jiang Siheng responded, then, after replying to a WeChat message from Zhou Ge, got up to grab his change of clothes and headed to the bathroom without delay.

Wen Chi didn’t wash his hair. He collapsed onto the bed, grabbed his phone from the nightstand where it had been charging before the shower, and unlocked the screen. During his time in the shower, several messages had come in.

He ignored some of the less important WeChat messages and clicked on the one from Jin Ge. Jin Ge asked him to find a good background with better lighting tomorrow to take a few selfies and post them on Weibo for some promotion.

【Jin Ge: I got the banner, I’ll bring it to you tomorrow and take a few photos while I’m at it】

【Wen Chi: What time will you come?】

【Jin Ge: Around 9 AM, I won’t be free in the afternoon】

【Wen Chi: Oh, then I won’t be free either. How about we find another time?】

【Jin Ge: What else are you doing at this time besides sleeping? #smile#】

【Wen Chi: I’m not back home by 9】

Jin Ge, who had just gotten off work, sent back three question marks: 【What do you mean?】

【Wen Chi: I’m sleeping at my boyfriend’s house tonight #rose#】

After sending this message, Wen Chi didn’t receive any response from Jin Ge. Ten minutes later, the kind-hearted Wen Chi started to worry and asked, 【Jin Ge, are you okay?】

With a whoosh sound, 【Jin Ge: Go away!!!!!】

When Jiang Siheng came out of the shower, he saw Wen Chi lying on the bed, holding his phone while laughing happily. The smile was so contagious that Jiang Siheng couldn’t help but ask, “What’s so funny?”

Wen Chi glanced at him, “You go do the laundry first, I’ll tell you later.” He then continued typing, replying to Jin Ge.

Jiang Siheng sighed and walked over to the balcony to throw his clothes into the washing machine. When he came back, he pulled the curtains shut, isolating the room from the outside.

After getting into bed, Jiang Siheng pulled Wen Chi into his arms, resting his chin on the boy’s fluffy head. His deep, lazy voice came close. “What were you laughing at just now?”

Wen Chi turned in his arms, lifting his phone to show Jiang Siheng. His eyes were still curved in a smile, clearly happy. “I think I’m about to kill my manager.”

Jiang Siheng looked at the chat history. “…”

Wen Chi grinned. “Heh.”

Jiang Siheng found it funny. “Is this how you usually talk to your manager?”

“Pretty much. Even though Jin Ge is my manager, we’re really good friends too.”

Jiang Siheng hummed. “So, you told him you would be home in the afternoon?”

“No, no, no, I’m afraid Jin Ge can’t handle it, so I better leave it.”

Jiang Siheng pulled Wen Chi closer, his voice low and soft like a lover’s whisper in the night, “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get up tomorrow.” Wen Chi placed his phone on the nightstand, leaned back, and began fiddling with the button on Jiang Siheng’s sleepwear, talking as he played with it. “How about you don’t count me for breakfast and just eat by yourself?”

Jiang Siheng gazed at him deeply.

Wen Chi smiled sweetly, “Alright, alright, we’ll eat together, but you’ll have to wake me up.”

“Mm.” Jiang Siheng lowered his head and kissed Wen Chi’s nose. His tone became righteous as he said, “Skipping breakfast is bad for your health.”

“Mm, mm, mm, alright.”

Jiang Siheng raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased by Wen Chi’s dismissive attitude. He flipped over, placing his hands on both sides of Wen Chi’s face, looking down at him with an air of authority. “Teacher Wen seems unhappy with this suggestion?”

Wen Chi, trapped under Jiang Siheng, couldn’t escape. Hearing the man’s accusation, he defended himself stubbornly. “I didn’t.”

Jiang Siheng nodded. “Oh, you didn’t.”

Wen Chi looked confused as Jiang Siheng moved back slightly. Then, Wen Chi felt his pajama pants being pulled down. Before he could react, he widened his eyes in disbelief as Jiang Siheng buried his head between his thighs.

“Jiang Siheng, don’t… Mmm!”