Chapter 40 – Aftermath

Ye Zhou experienced his first prolonged climax that lasted for tens of seconds, almost feeling like his soul was about to leave his body. His fingers were still trembling now—it was terrifying and addicting at the same time.

After staying inside Ye Zhou for a while, Guan Heng finally withdrew.

“Mmm…” When Guan Heng pulled out, Ye Zhou couldn’t help but moan again. His body after the climax was so sensitive that he suspected another touch would make him ejaculate again. Was his body really this sensitive? Why didn’t he know before?

Guan Heng heard his muffled groan and gently stroked the bangs on his forehead, using his usual tone of voice when speaking: “How did it feel?”

After taking a moment to recover, Ye Zhou slowly opened his eyes.

Glasses-less Guan Heng looked handsome, his sweaty appearance incredibly sexy. Ye Zhou suspected that Guan Heng was trying to seduce him again, and suddenly laughed. Even though asking such questions could hurt his ego as the dominant partner, he had to admit: “It felt great.”

Ye Zhou acknowledged that his skills weren’t bad, but compared to Guan Heng’s, they fell short.

Fortunately, Guan Heng didn’t press further, instead asking: “Do you want more?”

Ye Zhou was stunned, making sure he hadn’t misheard. He found it hard to believe; what they had just done was intense enough. Didn’t Guan Heng have a refractory period? Or was he not satisfied yet?

But Ye Zhou didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he asked: “What time is it now?”

Although it was still pitch black outside with heavy rain pouring down, it should have been daylight already.

Indeed, Guan Heng said: “It’s six in the morning.”

They spent several hours rolling in bed, but more accurately, they spent too long on foreplay, although the actual deed was also lengthy.

Ye Zhou felt a strange heat on his face, almost aroused, but his ass was genuinely uncomfortable. Anyone would feel the same way during their first time. Oh no, would he really never be able to return to his previous role?

Ye Zhou’s conflicted feelings showed on his face, but he thought Guan Heng wouldn’t notice: “No, I… need to go to the restaurant today.”

Guan Heng didn’t expose him, simply agreeing: “Okay. Go take a shower, you can sleep a bit more after that.”

“Uh-huh.” Ye Zhou indeed needed a shower, since things were left inside his ass. When he got out of bed, he wobbled slightly but quickly adjusted. After all, he used to be the dominant partner, so his stamina wasn’t lacking. Losing consciousness from sex wouldn’t happen to him, absolutely impossible.

Guan Heng seemed to care for his dignity and didn’t carry him, merely holding his wrist and leading him into the bathroom. Ye Zhou followed behind him, accidentally catching a glimpse of Guan Heng’s semi-erect state, heavy and swinging with each step.

Ye Zhou: “…”

Guan Heng acted as if nothing was wrong, turning on the hot water, showing no signs of dissatisfaction on his face.

After standing under the water for a while, Ye Zhou couldn’t resist asking: “…Do you want me to help you finish with my hand?”

Guan Heng smiled but said: “No need. If we continue, I won’t let you go.”

Ye Zhou: “…”

Guan Heng didn’t continue the topic, instead asking: “Do you want me to help you clean up?”

“No need,” Ye Zhou said awkwardly. “I can do it myself.”

Guan Heng didn’t force him: “Okay.”

Guan Heng finished showering quickly, wrapping a towel around himself and walking out, leaving the bathroom for Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou didn’t mind post-sex cleanup before, nor did he find it troublesome. He believed it was part of the fun and could increase intimacy between partners. And the premise was that he helped others. So now that the roles were reversed, he felt… suicidal.

Although it was Ye Zhou’s first time, he could be considered experienced, at least knowing how to handle it. The only issue was doing it alone. He mentally prepared himself, facing the wall and squatting down, shamefully sticking out his ass, and using his finger to scoop out the semen…

Ye Zhou took twenty minutes to shower, coming out to find that Guan Heng had already replaced the sheets and thrown the dirty ones into the washing machine. Seeing Ye Zhou come out, he casually handed him a towel to dry his hair, then grabbed the hairdryer: “Dry your hair before sleeping.”

“Uh-huh.” Ye Zhou obediently sat on the bed, letting Guan Heng blow-dry his hair, feeling his fingers gently slide over his scalp.

Everything was so natural. Ye Zhou felt as if Guan Heng had been with him for a long time, accustomed to using things in his house, giving him an inexplicable sense of comfort.

After pulling an all-nighter and engaging in intense bedroom activities, Ye Zhou was exhausted once his hair was dried. The storm outside no longer seemed to affect him. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep. Guan Heng didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving, also turning off the lights and getting into bed.

At nine o’clock in the morning, Ye Zhou’s phone alarm went off. Guan Heng immediately reached over to turn it off. When he turned off the alarm, a message from Fang Ji popped up on the screen, saying that the rain was too heavy last night, and the alley outside the restaurant was flooded. He and the bar employees temporarily used sandbags to block the entrance to prevent water from entering the restaurant, but business was probably not possible today, so Ye Zhou didn’t need to come in. The message was sent at around four in the morning, likely when the bar closed. Therefore, Guan Heng didn’t wake Ye Zhou up, allowing him to continue sleeping.

Guan Heng had something planned for that morning, but similarly, it was delayed due to the heavy rain. He lay back down and slept for a bit longer, only getting up past ten.

Ye Zhou slept straight through until noon, waking up due to hunger.

The rain continued outside, but it had significantly lessened. He picked up his phone to check the time, startled to find that it was already noon, but he relaxed upon seeing the message from Fang Ji.

Guan Heng wasn’t in the room, probably having gone back home.

Despite wanting to stay in bed, Ye Zhou’s stomach was protesting. Since the alley was flooded, ordering takeout was unlikely, so he had to settle for something simple to eat.

Before going to sleep, Ye Zhou hadn’t felt anything, but after waking up, the symptoms of soreness and weakness in his waist and legs became apparent, almost causing him to kneel when he stood up. His ass wasn’t particularly painful, probably due to sufficient dilation, as there was no sign of injury.

He self-deceived, thinking: I’m probably just a little older and lack exercise, it’s not because of the sex.

When Ye Zhou went downstairs, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He walked toward the kitchen and saw Guan Heng standing in front of the stove, cooking rice porridge with spare ribs. Guan Heng had changed into a different set of clothes, likely returning home to change before coming back.

Guan Heng had already heard footsteps descending the stairs, so he wasn’t surprised when he turned around: “You’re awake, hungry?”

“I woke up because I was hungry.” Ye Zhou smiled, then asked in surprise, “You can cook?”

Since meeting Guan Heng, Ye Zhou had mostly seen him eating out, which was why he initially thought of sending meals when pursuing him. But it seemed he had underestimated him.

“I only know some simple dishes,” Guan Heng didn’t hide anything. Indeed, he hadn’t put much effort into cooking, mainly focusing on quick and convenient meals: “Compared to you, I’m far from being good.”

Ye Zhou’s heart suddenly felt warm. He walked over, wanting to see how the porridge was coming along. Just by smelling it, he knew it wouldn’t be bad. However, when he approached, he didn’t expect Guan Heng to suddenly pull him close, first kissing his face, then his lips.

Guan Heng’s kisses resembled the everyday affectionate gestures between couples, devoid of any sexual connotations. But Ye Zhou was still taken aback, staring at his face, forgetting what he wanted to say.

“What’s wrong?”

“No.” Ye Zhou had always thought that even if Guan Heng fell in love, he wouldn’t be the type to cling to someone. But it seemed he was mistaken, or perhaps this was a manifestation of his strong control instincts? Why did he feel… that this Guan Heng was a little clingy and cute? So Ye Zhou suggested: “Kiss me again.”

Guan Heng smiled, reaching out to caress Ye Zhou’s neck, then giving him a deep kiss. After the kiss, Guan Heng asked: “Is that enough?”

Ye Zhou nodded: “Enough.”

If they continued, something might happen, and he wasn’t ready for another round.

It proved that God was still biased towards geniuses. Even though Guan Heng wasn’t particularly skilled at cooking, the porridge he made still tasted delicious. Food, following recipes, wouldn’t end up tasting too bad anyway.

Ye Zhou clearly understood that Guan Heng cooked the porridge specifically for him to eat. But considering Guan Heng’s appetite, eating porridge probably wouldn’t satisfy him.

If Ye Zhou was alone at home, he would be quite lazy to cook. But now that there was another person, things seemed different. There weren’t many ingredients in the fridge, and Ye Zhou’s current physical condition didn’t allow for extravagant meals. So he decided to cook some noodles, measuring out portions for two people.

Not only did Guan Heng finish the two-person portion of noodles, but he also ate the few remaining mouthfuls of porridge that Ye Zhou left.

Ye Zhou had personally witnessed it and touched Guan Heng’s abs. This way of eating while maintaining them was truly unfair: “You really don’t gain weight.”

“It’s not that I don’t gain weight,” Guan Heng replied. “I burn it off through exercise.”

Ye Zhou was taken aback, realizing the truth belatedly. He shouldn’t have asked, as it only brought embarrassment upon himself.

In the afternoon, they remained indoors, not going out due to the heavy rain. Both of them unexpectedly had the day off.

Guan Heng might have had other things to do, but perhaps because the school was on winter break, time wasn’t pressing. So he joined Ye Zhou on the couch to watch movies. Ye Zhou remembered the last time they went to the movies, so he chose a suspenseful murder film. With the heavy rain outside and the gloomy weather, watching such a film created a fitting atmosphere.

When Guan Heng saw the movie title, he chuckled: “You’re not afraid anymore?”

Ye Zhou sheepishly rubbed his nose: “Don’t mention it.”

As the movie started, the two quietly leaned against each other. Their relationship had solidified overnight, and the psychological distance between them seemed closer.

Guan Heng sat on Ye Zhou’s right side, placing his left arm on the back of the chair behind him, occasionally touching his neck and shoulders. Ye Zhou found it a little ticklish but didn’t resist. It was only at this moment that he realized Guan Heng seemed to enjoy doing these small actions, as if confirming that he was always within his grasp. Previously, Ye Zhou thought Guan Heng’s small actions were meant to tease him, but they were pretty much the same thing.

Guan Heng could always keenly perceive his subtle expressions: “Hmm? Is this scene funny?”

The movie was currently showing a segment where the murderer was killing someone.

Ye Zhou laughed again: “No, you’re tickling me a bit.”

After some thought, he simply grabbed Guan Heng’s left hand, letting his arm rest on his shoulder, with the palm of his hand perfectly pressed against his neck. Guan Heng indeed stopped moving.

Ye Zhou was engrossed in the movie at first, but later fell asleep, leaning against Guan Heng’s shoulder in an unguarded manner.

Guan Heng naturally pulled him into his arms, seemingly pleased with Ye Zhou’s reliance.

After finishing the movie, it was already evening. Ye Zhou had taken another nap, feeling much better, and the discomfort in his body had considerably decreased. He got up to prepare dinner.

Guan Heng tidied up the table and switched the TV back to its original channel.

The original channel was a news station, where reporters were broadcasting significant developments in the dismemberment case amidst the rain. The net was vast, and the serial killer attempting to escape by jumping into the water had been arrested by the police not long ago.

Ye Zhou heard the TV from the kitchen, but he only glanced at it, not paying much attention, and focused on cooking.