EWH Extra 2

Lately, Xu Wanhe had been staying at Yang Moshou’s place.

It was not really by choice. It was just that Yang Moshou refused to move into his apartment.

According to Yang Moshou, the lease still had six months left, the rent was non-refundable, and he was too lazy to sublet it. Since he had already paid, it would be a waste not to stay.

The most important thing was that after living here for over two years, he had everything timed perfectly. He knew exactly how long it took to get from home to work, when to leave to grab breakfast, and how to clock in right on time. He had never messed it up once.

If he suddenly moved to another place, there was no way he could get used to it.

Xu Wanhe was beyond annoyed. He could not win the argument no matter how much they fought, almost to the point where he wanted to pull a gun and shoot him.

But in the end, he could not bring himself to really hurt Yang Moshou. Instead, he just ended up so mad he almost passed out.

After staying for two days straight, on the third day, a bunch of Xu Wanhe’s boys moved two things over.

A Guan Gong statue, and a huge wardrobe.

They also swapped the bed for a king-size one.

Yang Moshou had no problem with the wardrobe, but he had a serious issue with the Guan Gong statue.

Xu Wanhe lit a cigarette and poked him in the forehead.

“What the fuck do you know? A house without Guan Gong, how the hell can you call it a gangster’s house?”

Yang Moshou pulled a curtain over the statue to cover it.

“I don’t want to be a gangster…”

Xu Wanhe yanked the curtain back open.

“Your man is a gangster. That means you’re a gangster too.”

Yang Moshou pulled the curtain back down again.

“Then your man is a doctor. Does that make you a doctor too? Look at your black-ass face…”

That led to a full-blown argument. In the end, they agreed to cover half of the Guan Gong statue and leave the other half exposed, and that was how they made up.

Though, saying they made up was just what Xu Wanhe thought.

But Yang Moshou was the type to hold grudges.

They had only been together for less than a week and were already fighting. Xu Wanhe had originally thought about forgiving what Yang Moshou had done in the past, but now it looked like there was no way he could.

Over the next few days, Yang Moshou retaliated by throwing away Xu Wanhe’s black dog slippers twice, pouring sand into his leather shoes three times, stealing the blanket in the middle of the night, and setting the air conditioner to the lowest setting four or five times.

The final straw was when Yang Moshou went to the supermarket and bought a hard bamboo mat to lay over the bed.

That night, he made Xu Wanhe fuck him several times on top of it, in every position except doggy style.

By the end of it, Xu Wanhe’s knees were scraped and bleeding.

Seeing the injuries made Yang Moshou feel guilty, so the next day he went out and bought two knee pads for Xu Wanhe.

When he handed them over before bed that night, Xu Wanhe got pissed again.

He poked Yang Moshou’s forehead and cursed him out again, saying he had seen kinky gear before but had never seen anything as ridiculous as this hillbilly setup.

After cursing him out, he still ended up fucking Yang Moshou twice. By the last round, his knees hurt so bad he finally gave in and put on the knee pads.

After days of constant torment, Yang Moshou felt like he had finally gotten some payback and went back to liking Xu Wanhe with all his heart again.

It was a weekend. Knowing he did not have to get up early, they had messed around until late the night before. Yang Moshou slept all the way until after ten in the morning before finally opening his eyes.

The pillow next to him was completely empty. Not a person, not even a single hair left behind.

He got off the bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and shuffled out, heading for the bathroom. Just as he walked past the living room, he caught a glimpse of someone standing shirtless on the balcony, talking quietly on the phone. He couldn’t make out what was being said, but from what little he could hear, it did not sound like anything important.

Maybe he was worried about waking him up.

Yang Moshou started brushing his teeth while watching Xu Wanhe’s back.

That body was seriously top-notch.

Too damn sexy. So sexy he almost wanted to walk over and flash his hole at him.

He turned around, planning to tiptoe back inside. After only two steps, he turned and saw Yang Moshou standing there across from him, brushing his teeth.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Xu Wanhe kicked the door open. ” It’s too cold inside. Came out here to warm up a bit.”

Yang Moshou brushed his teeth while mumbling through the foam.
“Look at you. Sweating like a damn dog…”

Xu Wanhe lingered in front of the air conditioner and frowned.

“I swear, you’re getting more and more disrespectful.”

Yang Moshou splashed water on his face a couple of times, straightened up, and checked himself in the mirror.

“Xiao Mei, buy me some foundation.”

Xu Wanhe stood in front of the wardrobe thinking about what to wear.

“Sure. What the hell you need that for?”

Yang Moshou touched his neck and let out a long sigh.

Last night they had a contest to see who could leave more hickeys. He had sucked until his mouth went sore, but Xu Wanhe’s skin was so dark and tough it was impossible to leave any marks.

Meanwhile, he ended up looking like a stray cat, with patches of red all over his neck.

“Look at my neck. I can’t even go out like this. And I have to work tomorrow…”

Right then, his phone rang.

Xu Wanhe lost interest in picking out clothes. He shoots a sideways glance as Yang Moshou jogged off to the bedroom to answer the phone.

Xu Wanhe really wanted to know who it was, but felt like if he went and asked directly, he would look jealous and lose face.

So after thinking for a second, he grabbed a towel and strolled in like he was going to tidy up the place.

Yang Moshou was lying sprawled out on the bed, talking on the phone.

Xu Wanhe walked in with a dark face, sat down beside him, and started wiping the lamp on the nightstand.

He was used to having his underlings serve him all the time, so this was about the only moment he would move his own hands.

Yang Moshou watched as the man’s ears practically perked straight up. He turned over and rolled to the other side of the bed to continue his call, only to see Xu Wanhe following him, towel in hand, wiping the other side.

When he finally hung up, Xu Wanhe could not hold it in anymore.

“Which guy was that?”

Yang Moshou lay on the bed and answered lazily.

“Xiao Shitou. Wants to hang out.”

Xu Wanhe’s eyes widened instantly.

“I pushed off everything today just to hang out with you, and you fucking agreed to go out with someone else?”

Yang Moshou sat up on the bed.

“I didn’t even say yes. What the hell are you getting worked up for? Get lost, you black dog.”

Xu Wanhe was so pissed he dropped the act. He jabbed his finger right at Yang Moshou’s nose.

“You’re already my boyfriend. If you dare to use your friends to get in touch with that pretty boy, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

At first, Yang Moshou was annoyed that Xu Wanhe was trying to control him, but hearing that, all the irritation vanished.

Seeing him so worked up actually made him a little happy.

Yang Moshou opened his mouth and sucked on Xu Wanhe’s finger, licking and teasing it.

“Husband… I’m yours… hurry up… hurry up and use your meat stick to beat my ass… hurry… if I don’t get punished for a day… my whole body feels itchy…”

Xu Wanhe got goosebumps all over from the way he was licking him.

Even though it was a little annoying, most of it just made him feel like Yang Moshou was ridiculously lovable.

Maybe it was time to get a new set of keys made.

He figured he’d go ahead and give Yang Moshou the supermarket after all.