Chapter 70 – Platonic Love

They arrived by a van arranged by the production team and didn’t have their own car. Jiang Heng put on his hat and mask and hailed a Didi ride with his phone.

Taxis rarely visited this area; it was too prosperous for people who couldn’t afford private cars. The Didi driver was puzzled when he arrived but didn’t think much of it—business was business.

The Didi driver drove far to see a fashionably dressed young man standing by the roadside, his face concealed by a mask, with another drunk leaning against him, buried in his chest, face obscured.

In the dark of night, the Didi driver couldn’t get a clear look from the rearview mirror and simply asked, “Where to?”

Jiang Heng helped Shen Fubai onto the back seat of the car and gave the address, “South Garden Residential Complex.”

The driver’s hand on the steering wheel trembled; that was a famous gathering place for the wealthy. “I can’t go there,” he said. High-end neighborhoods had excellent security measures that didn’t allow outside vehicles to enter.

“It’s fine, just drive in—I’ll handle it.” Jiang Heng looked down at Shen Fubai, who had already fallen asleep in his arms, and held him tighter.

Strictly speaking, the entire South Garden Residential Complex was his property. Jiang Heng owned a house here. Of course, he had many houses, and he chose this one merely due to its proximity.

The driver listened to these extravagantly rich words and silently started the car, pressing the accelerator.

Twenty minutes into the journey, the Didi car was indeed stopped by a barrier at the entrance of the South Garden Residential Complex.

Jiang Heng lowered the window and slightly pulled down his mask. The guard took a glance and immediately lifted the barrier. Jiang Heng pulled his mask back up as the window slowly rose and closed.

The car stopped at Building 2, Zone 1, and Jiang Heng got out, then carried Shen Fubai out.

Under the streetlight, Shen Fubai’s face appeared very pale. Even a fleeting glance revealed his stunning beauty. His slender, porcelain-white wrists hung loosely, each finger like jade.

He looked like a porcelain doll.

The driver watched the man carry the excessively beautiful youth upstairs before starting the car and driving away. The more he thought about it, the more familiar the scene seemed. After driving a distance, he suddenly realized—it was the big star his daughter chased after every day!

Jiang Heng entered the house with a password, turned on the lights, and the living room instantly lit up. He laid Shen Fubai on the sofa and went to the kitchen to cook a sobering soup.

After the sobering soup was cooked and fed, Shen Fubai became somewhat more awake.

Only somewhat—he was still half-drunk.

As soon as he opened his eyes, they were blinded by the bright light, forcing him to close them again. After a moment, he slowly opened them again. Jiang Heng was right in front of him, sitting on the sofa looking at him.

Dazed, Shen Fubai propped himself up and rubbed the back of his head. “Did I get drunk?”

Sighing, Jiang Heng replied, “Yes, you were drunk.”

Confused, Shen Fubai asked, “So, am I awake now?”

Jiang Heng said, “No, you’re still dreaming. Go back to sleep.”

Shen Fubai nodded, lay down, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Three seconds later, he sat up again. “Am I still dreaming?”

Clearly, the alcohol hadn’t worn off yet.

A bowl of sobering soup had been consumed, and all that could be done now was to rest well and sleep until morning. He would be completely sober by tomorrow morning.

Jiang Heng coaxed him to sleep, “Yes, you’re still dreaming. Go to sleep.” To avoid a headache in the morning.

But Shen Fubai didn’t lie back down. Instead, he stared fixedly at Jiang Heng and then looked around.

Jiang Heng’s luxurious mansion was decorated in an opulent European style. Whether it was the golden leather sofa beneath them, the expensive carpet on the floor, the mural decorations on the walls, or the snuff bottle on the coffee table, everything was filled with a strong sense of wealth. This wasn’t the ostentatious taste of a nouveau riche; the layout was tasteful, with each detail catching the eye.

Of course, the most dazzling sight was Jiang Heng himself.

Shen Fubai narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and gazed deeply at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng felt uncomfortable under his stare, suspecting that Shen Fubai saw through him.

Suddenly, Shen Fubai smiled. “Indeed, dreams have everything. Money, a big house, and…” He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Jiang Heng’s neck, whispering, “Heng Heng.”

Jiang Heng held his waist and looked down at Shen Fubai’s beautiful brows and eyes. “You dreamed about me?”

“Yes, you know what they say—’what you think of during the day, you dream of at night.'” Shen Fubai, his mind unclear, smiled slyly and innocently. “I think about you every day.”

Jiang Heng asked softly, “What did you dream about me?”

“You talk so much today, you never used to speak…” Shen Fubai muttered.

Jiang Heng felt his throat dry. “Then I won’t speak.”

“No, keep talking.” Shen Fubai rested his forehead on Jiang Heng’s shoulder, muffled in his embrace. “I like hearing your voice. I like when you speak. My previous dreams have never been this real. I could never hold you…”

Jiang Heng hugged him tightly. “Fubai, I’m real.”

He didn’t know why Shen Fubai was saying these things. From the moment they met to when they confirmed their relationship, they had never been apart. He could only attribute this to Shen Fubai’s insecurity after drinking.

Shen Fubai raised his eyes. “Really?”

Jiang Heng said, “If you don’t believe me, touch and see how real it is.”

Nothing was more convincing than their intimate embrace at that moment.

“Seems that way. The touch feels so real.” Shen Fubai pinched Jiang Heng’s arm. “Have I become better at creating dreams?”

Jiang Heng couldn’t help laughing and crying. How drunk was he?

As if suddenly making a decision, Shen Fubai said, “Since it’s a dream… can I do anything?” He answered his own question. “Yeah, anything goes, since it’s just a dream.”

Before Jiang Heng could finish his “what—” Shen Fubai suddenly pushed him onto the sofa, straddled him, and began to undress.

A jacket fell to the ground.

Jiang Heng exclaimed, “Fubai—”

Shen Fubai bent down, cupped his face, and started kissing him, blocking all his words.

Jiang Heng was speechless.

The long eyelashes of the youth brushed against his nose, stirring his heart. His lustrous eyes contained a gentle moisture, and his crimson lips were redder than any rose in his garden.

In an instant, Jiang Heng was speechless.

Shen Fubai straightened up and tried to undo his belt, even reaching for the zipper.

Jiang Heng said hoarsely, “Fubai, be a little more sober.” He was terrified.

What kind of spring dream was Fubai having?!

No.

What kind of erotic dream was Fubai having?!

Ignoring Jiang Heng, Shen Fubai pulled the zipper all the way down and leaned over.

Jiang Heng drew a sharp breath, his fingers entwining in Shen Fubai’s hair.

He looked at the youth kneeling on his lap with a complex expression, eventually closing his eyes as his breathing quickened.

The moon was high, stars filled the sky, aged wine tasted exquisite, and addiction set in with just a taste.

If only he could remain drunk forever, never to wake—

Shen Fubai was awake.

He had drunk.

But he hadn’t blacked out.

He clearly remembered his grandiose declarations while buying houses in various styles, remembered mistaking reality for a dream and shamelessly pushing Jiang Heng to new limits, and remembered that when Jiang Heng finally carried him upstairs to the bedroom, he kept babbling nonsense to him.

What had he said?

Shen Fubai’s vacant gaze gradually focused.

He had said— “Heng Heng, let me taste you again.”

Terrified, Jiang Heng rinsed his mouth, threw him on the bed, covered him with blankets, and ran away, not daring to share the same bed.

The memory ended.

Shen Fubai painfully closed his eyes.

Every day, he reached new heights of embarrassment—

Knock, knock—

The door suddenly opened, and Jiang Heng stood in the doorway, calmly looking at him. “Come downstairs for breakfast.”

“Ahh…” Shen Fubai sat at the bedhead, dazed. “Wait a moment, I’m going to wash my face and rinse my mouth.”

Something must have triggered Jiang Heng’s sensitive nerves, for he slammed the door shut and fled in panic.

Five minutes later.

Facing the lavish breakfast spread—toast, eggs, sandwiches, fried dough sticks, milk—Shen Fubai asked, “Did you make this?”

Jiang Heng sliced the toast. “No, bought it.”

Shen Fubai looked at the glass of milk. “This color…”

Jiang Heng immediately put down his knife and fork. “I’ll get you a glass of juice instead.”

It was evident that he wanted to avoid mentioning last night’s incident, which would embarrass Shen Fubai.

Jiang Heng went to the kitchen to freshly squeeze some juice, while Shen Fubai stared at the glass of milk.

He picked it up, took a sip, hesitantly licked his lips.

Actually, he had forgotten what it tasted like, but he wouldn’t despise the taste of Heng Heng.

Shen Fubai only remembered the burning sensation of beer sliding down his throat at the banquet, making him almost vomit. For the sake of social graces, he couldn’t show it and could only smile and drink cup after cup.

Then Heng Heng stood in front of him, drinking countless cups on his behalf.

He remembered that actually, Heng Heng didn’t really like drinking either.

In this life, Jiang Heng only enjoyed drinking the wine that was Fubai.

At that time, Shen Fubai was moved to tears. Later, when he was drunk, half-dreaming and half-awake, he felt someone feeding him sobering soup spoon by spoon. Such meticulous care.

Like a dream.

That’s why last night he… acted so impulsively. So unrestrained.

And so passionately.

He liked Heng Heng. No, he loved him.

He loved Jiang Heng—

When Jiang Heng came out of the kitchen, he saw the beautiful, adorable youth like a kitten gently licking the milk from the corner of his lips. It reminded him of the image of rose petals dipped in dew from the night before.

Shen Fubai looked straight at him. “Heng Heng.”

“Hmm?”

Shen Fubai bluntly asked, “Why didn’t you continue?”

Jiang Heng almost dropped the juice.

“Was my behavior not seductive enough, or am I not good-looking enough?” Shen Fubai found it unbelievable. Last night, he was so bold, yet Heng Heng managed to hold back.

Jiang Heng coughed violently. “Cough, cough, cough.”

Shen Fubai understood. “Were you worried about passing on a cold to me?”

Jiang Heng replied, “No.”

Shen Fubai was sad. “Is it because I lack masculinity? Or femininity? I can change my gender for you.”

“No, no need,” Jiang Heng hurriedly stopped his wild thoughts. “You are perfect the way you are, born in the form I love.”

“I just…” Jiang Heng said softly, “didn’t want to hurt you.”

Men and men were different, requiring a lot of preparation. Otherwise, it would hurt.

This was the conclusion Jiang Heng reached after consulting multiple search engines and medical encyclopedias and seeking advice from doctors.

Therefore, he restrained his desires for this reason.

Shen Fubai was taken aback and whispered, “Would it be painful?”

Jiang Heng hesitated. “Probably… right.” After all, he hadn’t tried it, and he wouldn’t try it in this lifetime.

Shen Fubai drained the glass of juice. “Then forget it. Let’s start a Jinjiang-style romance.” He was too afraid of pain.

Jiang Heng had a bad feeling. “What’s a Jinjiang-style romance?” Having read numerous BL novels, he knew of the website called “Jinjiang.” Therefore, Shen Fubai’s words made him feel uneasy. Very uneasy.

Shen Fubai shyly explained, “It’s a Platonic spiritual romance.”

Jiang Heng: No, no, I disagree!!!