CTS 1

“Zhou Yang is coming back tomorrow.”

When he heard those words, Shen Mo was kneeling on the floor, using his mouth to satisfy Ji Mingxuan’s desires.

His knees were sore from kneeling on the cold marble floor, his mouth filled with the burning heat of a man’s cock. The clash between the cold and heat was unbearable. The name Zhou Yang felt like a rusted blunt knife suddenly stabbing into his chest, blood splattering in an instant, leaving him with the illusion of his soul slipping out of his body.

A sharp pain yanked Shen Mo back to reality.

Ji Mingxuan grabbed his hair, forcing him to lift his head. “What? You hear your old lover’s name and you can’t even keep it together?”

Shen Mo still had Ji Mingxuan’s cock in his mouth. He could only shake his head and let out two muffled sounds, sticking out his tongue to lick him flatteringly.

Ji Mingxuan let out a satisfied sigh. The cock inside Shen Mo’s mouth swelled even more. His gaze swept lazily over Shen Mo, as if he had already seen through everything but could not be bothered to point it out. He simply looked down at him and said, “Take it deeper.”

Shen Mo hurriedly moved, working hard to take him in.

He was never good at this. No matter how much GV he had watched, his skills had not improved. His mind kept wandering, which eventually made Ji Mingxuan lose interest. He came once in his mouth and ended it there.

When Shen Mo went into the bathroom to rinse his mouth, he realized that the person staring back at him in the mirror looked like a stranger. His hair had grown long, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips were slightly swollen, and a trace of white fluid still clung to the corner of his mouth.

He turned on the faucet, the sound of running water filling the air.

Zhou Yang…

The story between him and Zhou Yang already felt like something from a past life.

Shen Mo was halfway through rinsing his mouth when he heard the sound of the door closing outside. He stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Ji Mingxuan had already left. Most likely, he had not gotten enough satisfaction and had gone out to find someone else.

Shen Mo reflected on himself for a moment and admitted he had been out of line, daring to lose focus on Mr. Ji’s bed. Fortunately, Ji Mingxuan never lacked gentle, beautiful partners who were skilled in bed. Shen Mo only felt a tiny pang of guilt before he climbed into bed and went to sleep.

He had always been a good sleeper, often making it through the night without dreams. But that night, against all odds, he had a dream.

He dreamed of the student dormitory from his high school days. The room was cramped and narrow, with messy stacks of books and workbooks piled on the bunk beds. The sky outside was nearing dusk, half the room flooded with the glow of sunset, the rest shrouded in a faint dimness.

Zhou Yang had him pinned into a corner of the room, lowering his head to find his lips.

Outside the dormitory came the sound of hurried footsteps.

The two of them were so young, and they were sweating nervously. Shen Mo lifted his eyes slightly and saw the faint stubble on Zhou Yang’s chin.

Then he woke up.

In dreams, one forgets they are merely a guest.

Shen Mo had slept so hard that half of his face was numb. He rubbed it vigorously with his hand until the feeling slowly came back. After washing up, he went downstairs for breakfast and found Ji Mingxuan already sitting neatly at the dining table, reading the newspaper.

Shen Mo glanced up at the clock. “Mr. Ji, you are not going to the company today?”

Ji Mingxuan gave him a look and lowered his eyes back to the paper. “I am going to the airport to pick someone up.”

Shen Mo froze for a moment.

Who? Zhou Yang?

Ji Mingxuan noticed his misunderstanding and chuckled. “An’an is also coming back today.”

Only then did Shen Mo fully come to his senses.

Ji An’an was Ji Mingxuan’s beloved younger sister and Zhou Yang’s childhood friend. The Ji and Zhou families had always pushed for the two to be together. Three years ago, they had even sent them abroad to study together.

Now that Zhou Yang was back, of course Ji An’an would be with him.

Shen Mo poured himself a glass of water, but then he heard Ji Mingxuan continue, “You are coming too.”

Shen Mo nearly dropped the glass. “Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan still did not lift his head. He simply turned the silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand slowly and asked, “You have a problem?”

Shen Mo was wearing an identical ring on his own hand. He lowered his head to look at it and finally said, “No.”

Only then did Ji Mingxuan nod with satisfaction and say, “Eat your breakfast.”

Shen Mo could barely taste his breakfast.

At exactly nine o’clock, they set off for the airport. To make up for his negligence the night before, Shen Mo took the initiative to pick up Ji Mingxuan’s coat and help him put it on.

In the daylight, Ji Mingxuan looked even more handsome than he did at night. After walking a few steps ahead, he suddenly turned back and beckoned to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo did not immediately understand. “Mr. Ji…”

Ji Mingxuan’s lips curved slightly, his voice unusually gentle. “Shen Mo, did you call me the wrong thing?”

Only then did Shen Mo remember his identity. He walked over, took Ji Mingxuan’s hand, and corrected himself. “Mingxuan.”

“Mmm.” Ji Mingxuan leaned in intimately and whispered into his ear, “Don’t forget what we are to each other.”

Shen Mo obediently answered right away. “Lovers.”

He paused for a moment, then silently added in his heart, fake.