GDRG CH45

When he drove home, the house was actually pitch black.

Didn’t he tell Shi Xueqing to pick him up at the door? Xing Jun frowned, knocked on the gate, but there was no answer.

A terrible thought flashed through Xing Jun’s mind. He threw the flowers down and hurriedly opened the door, only to hear a huge “Clang!”.

Looking up, a bell was hanging on the door. The bell was also connected to a string leading upstairs.

What is all this? Xing Jun turned on the lights, only wanting to check the house quickly. Unexpectedly, a pattering sound came from the stairs.

Shi Xueqing walked down from upstairs.

He was wearing ordinary pajamas with Cinnamoroll painted on them—completely different from the beautiful or sexy pajamas he wore in the past few days.

He looked very soft and very homey.

“…You’re back?” Shi Xueqing said.

Xing Jun was originally stunned, but as Shi Xueqing approached, he smelled alcohol on him. Xing Jun couldn’t help frowning again, thinking Shi Xueqing took a vacation for himself while he wasn’t home.

What ‘can’t sleep’, what ‘thinking of him’. He was also too sleepy from overtime, to actually believe for a moment that what Shi Xueqing said was true.

Thinking of this, his tone wasn’t very good: “Were you sleeping upstairs just now?”

“Mmn… it’s already eleven.”

Shi Xueqing came down a few steps and stood there without moving. He didn’t come over to hug Xing Jun, and his voice wasn’t clear, as if he really had just been woken up from sleep and his head wasn’t quite clear yet.

When did they ever sleep before eleven these past few days? Why did Shi Xueqing suddenly get sleepy before eleven? Xing Jun thought in his heart, and asked casually: “Why did you buy a bell to hang on the door?”

“I sleep with the bedroom door open. That way when you come back, I can hear it.” Shi Xueqing rubbed his eyes. “Not talking anymore, I’m going upstairs.”

Saying that, he actually turned his back to the sugar daddy, intending to leave on his own. Xing Jun stared at his back, suddenly hearing Shi Xueqing drop a sentence: “I poached pears in red wine for you in the kitchen.”

?

“A dessert I made. Didn’t you say you don’t like the smell of cooking fumes?” Shi Xueqing said. “Wanted to give it to you as a late-night snack, kept heating it…”

Damn.

Xing Jun had a bad guess and ran to the kitchen like flying. Only then did Shi Xueqing look back at Xing Jun’s retreating figure, thinking smugly, Didn’t I just manipulate Xing Jun?

Just a pity about that half bottle of Petrus. Shi Xueqing felt his heart ache; the owner of that shop said this was the last bottle.

Luckily, he took a lot of photos.

Shi Xueqing dawdled back towards the room. Downstairs, Xing Jun had already seen that pot of bubbling red wine. Two pears lay haphazardly in the pot with a pile of spices.

That pot was even shaped like an old pumpkin. Xing Jun couldn’t appreciate enameled cast iron pots. He turned off the fire, still having lingering fears.

Cooking what food for no reason! And not turning off the fire!

He gritted his teeth, wanting to go upstairs to grab Shi Xueqing down and lecture him on the table. But soon, after seeing those few pears, Xing Jun paused.

Worthy of the ruthless rich guy who always wins at Werewolf. He took a pair of chopsticks and poked the pears inside.

Hard.

Probably cooked for less than a few minutes.

…Xing Jun calmed down. A moment later, he scoffed at the pot.

Just to cover up the fact that he was drinking alone while I was away? It’s not like I don’t know Shi Xueqing’s sweet words are fake.

Head is both stupid and smart. Stupid for playing this kind of trick, smart for at least not leaving the pot on the stove to boil for an hour.

Xing Jun went straight upstairs. He touched his pocket; that box of very stimulating condoms was still inside.

He didn’t know if it was a bit of anger mixed in the thought of toying with the other party, or if the angry thought spawned a toying solution. Seeing Shi Xueqing lying on his side pretending to sleep in those pretending-to-be-obedient pajamas, he felt no sympathy. Xing Jun turned him over directly. Shi Xueqing was still pretending: “…Brother Xing?”

Deliberately looking extremely sleepy.

Xing Jun shook the thing he bought right in front of his face. Seeing the picture on that box, Shi Xueqing’s face turned green.

Suddenly couldn’t pretend to sleep anymore.

“Brother, Brother Xing.” Shi Xueqing stammered a bit. “Is this thing real or fake?”

“You’ll know immediately.” Xing Jun raised an eyebrow.

…No way. Shi Xueqing thought despairingly.

The more desperate Shi Xueqing’s expression was, the better Xing Jun’s mood became. A smart-aleck green tea should cry in front of a man. He said unhurriedly: “Spent so much of my money, still want to sleep?”

“…”

“You take the initiative, or I take the initiative?”

“Brother Xing.” Shi Xueqing’s expression was half-crying half-smiling. “I’m afraid… I can’t take it…”

“Weren’t you quite happy drinking alone on the balcony? Having drunk alcohol, you should be quite relaxed.” Xing Jun smiled. “It’s Saturday; I worked overtime, you work overtime too.”

Such a stingy rich guy. Shi Xueqing wore the most youthful and cute pajamas, yet experienced what the most ferocious and terrifying stingy ghost was like.

The sunniest weekend in Los Angeles in August. Shi Xueqing didn’t get to go to Universal Studios, didn’t get to go to Sunset Boulevard, and didn’t get to shop happily in Beverly Hills. The fruit that had grown for nineteen years gradually matured, becoming a ripe little honey fruit falling from the stem.

What kind of person is this? Shouldn’t a California rich guy go surfing or sailing on weekends? Why bicker with him all the time?

Midway, Xing Jun went out to have two meals with people and discuss two business deals. Shi Xueqing was more pitiful, only able to catch up on sleep during these gaps. Finally, on Sunday afternoon, Shi Xueqing woke up and found Xing Jun sitting by the bed again, staring at him.

Shi Xueqing felt numb being stared at by that suggestive gaze. He said feebly: “Brother Xing, it’s almost Monday…”

“Still more than ten hours left,” Xing Jun said. “There are still seven or eight things bought back.”

The air conditioner blew cold wind with a whirring sound. Yet both felt very hot. Xing Jun got into bed and hugged Shi Xueqing in his arms again.

Outside the window, the palm trees were emerald green; summer seemed endless.

The midsummer sunlight was dazzling, shining in from the window, making sweat look like dewdrops.

Sparkling, everything about summer.

Xing Jun held Shi Xueqing without moving, just looking at Shi Xueqing’s face. His hot and heavy breath hit Shi Xueqing’s face like this. Every breath carried the unique scent of a strong male, almost a bit musky, landing on Shi Xueqing’s nose, already a stimulation.

Breaths melted into one, as if the gas you exhaled became the gas I inhaled the next moment. And the gas I exhaled also became the gas you inhaled.

Even though they actually did nothing, in his trance, Shi Xueqing also had an uncomfortable feeling of being monopolized by someone from now on.

Looking again at the obvious skin color difference between him and Xing Jun, one snow-white, one wheat-colored. And the arms with obvious differences in fitness traces, one slender, one with strong muscles and visible veins.

Arms like Xing Jun’s seemed able to lift him up with one hand. The body size difference between the two was also obvious. When Shi Xueqing was held in Xing Jun’s arms, he seemed like a beautiful toy.

Shi Xueqing was suddenly stimulated. He had a feeling of turning into a delicious meal.

A meal belonging only to Xing Jun.

Turns out after two people have had relations, just hugging can make one feel so ambiguous.

【Hello Auditor, this passage is hugging and chatting.】

Xing Jun thought he was cold from the wind and chuckled low: “Will warm up in a while.”

“…”

“By the way, didn’t you buy new pajamas and a body chain?”

Shi Xueqing indeed bought them; the body chain was also there, in the box. He reached under the bed to grab it, but Xing Jun pressed down his slender fingers: “Forget it.”

His voice was low and husky, with a bit of happy laughter: “Wearing this current outfit is also quite tempting.”

Shi Xueqing couldn’t stand these words. He said hoarsely: “Wearing Cinnamoroll, you can still make a move on me…”

He referred to the wrinkled pajamas on his body. Doing this kind of thing to such cute clothes was simply a crime.

“Didn’t you also wear Cinnamoroll to pretend to be a virtuous little wife?” Xing Jun said. “Isn’t this wish fulfilled? Acting like a green tea and pretending to be obedient will bring bad luck.”

Shi Xueqing buried his head and stopped talking. Finally avoiding Xing Jun’s breath, what his nose touched was Xing Jun’s pectoral muscle again. After a while, he said intermittently: “I tried to please you, why do you still bully me?”

“How did you try to please me?” Xing Jun waited leisurely for Shi Xueqing to give a reason.

“I took half a bottle of Petrus to poach pears…” Unexpectedly, Shi Xueqing choked with sobs, “So expensive, cost five thousand dollars…”

…Thought Shi Xueqing was going to say some other words begging for mercy.

“This mattress cost over a hundred thousand dollars, the bed tens of thousands, plus bedding, adding up to three hundred thousand dollars. Sleep on it more; it’s worth much more than those bags and pajamas of yours.” Xing Jun laughed, thinking of bad words to coax Shi Xueqing. “If you don’t believe me, rub your chest against it; the touch is really good.”

Shi Xueqing was actually stunned: “Really?”

“Really, just this expensive. Do you want to lie down and try rubbing it?”

Shi Xueqing’s head wasn’t clear; he really came out of Xing Jun’s arms and lay prone. He buried his face, humming and whining as he rubbed his chest against the bed. This posture made his butt stick up instantly, making his waist look very thin and his figure very good.

Xing Jun laughed secretly in his heart that Shi Xueqing’s brain was broken, pinched him from behind, feeling that the touch of Shi Xueqing’s skin was much better.

After a while, he heard Shi Xueqing say: “Brother Xing, since there are still more than ten hours, can we discuss something…”

“Hmm?”

As a result, Shi Xueqing stopped talking again instantly, face turning red. After a good while, Shi Xueqing whispered: “I want to… feel the real temperature.”

Eyes drifting to the other side, Shi Xueqing is acting again.

“What do you mean?”

Shi Xueqing finally couldn’t stand it. Watching Xing Jun taking the things he bought back again, he propped himself up to sit: “Brother Xing, I don’t want that.”

…

Shi Xueqing would never plan for the long term, completely unaware of what long-term consequences he would incur for a moment of ease. Resulting in him being mentally dazed after showering.

The cleaning water flow today was particularly unclear.

After returning to bed, Shi Xueqing didn’t say a word. He curled up in bed with his eyes closed, trying hard to divert his thoughts, thinking, a three-hundred-thousand-dollar bed is indeed good to sleep on.

Pity that posting the bed on Instagram is a bit too advanced. But he still really wants to post. Damn it, damn it, why can’t Xing Jun buy more things he can show off?

Xing Jun came over to touch his neck again. Shi Xueqing acted like a cat whose tail base was touched. He heard Xing Jun say: “Tomorrow is Monday.”

“…Brother Xing, I will miss you tomorrow.” Shi Xueqing opened his mouth and lied.

Xing Jun: “Then I’ll ask for leave.”

Shi Xueqing shut up immediately. After a while, he said coyly: “Brother Xing, how can I let you delay work for me?”

Xing Jun laughed.

He seemed to have finally found the way to get along with Shi Xueqing. Like this now, it was quite good. The gemstone earrings bought by the assistant also arrived. He got up and brought those boxes over, saying: “Open and take a look.”

Looking down, Shi Xueqing saw the packaging scale of the boxes. Evil excessive packaging; he knew instantly there were good things inside. With sparkling eyes, he provided emotional value to Xing Jun: “Brother Xing, you are too amazing; I can’t even move my fingers.”

Xing Jun opened them for him straightforwardly. Several jewelry boxes were lined up: a pair of blue ones, a pair of green ones, and a single, small pink diamond. Sparkling, making Shi Xueqing unable to look away.

“Which pair do you like most?” Xing Jun asked.

“I like everything Brother Xing bought for me,” Shi Xueqing said again.

Xing Jun put that pink diamond on Shi Xueqing. Shi Xueqing, a boy, actually had ear piercings on both ears. Although this was Shi Xueqing’s way of affecting elegance as a literary gold digger, it was enough to show that Shi Xueqing was suitable for seducing men from head to toe.

The pink diamond was very light, but what hung by Shi Xueqing’s ear was heavy US dollars. Shi Xueqing thought of that pink pigeon egg (diamond) in “Lust, Caution.” Although pink diamonds were linked to large amounts of money, at least it was related to a movie. He suddenly felt his liking for this pink diamond became literary again.

Unconsciously, he reached out to touch his ear, completely forgetting he just told Xing Jun he couldn’t lift his hand because of him. Xing Jun wasn’t surprised either, just looking at him like this.

Shi Xueqing felt a bit awkward instead. He said to Xing Jun: “Brother Xing, continue?”

“Voice is hoarse like this, sleep first.”

“Oh,” Shi Xueqing said obediently.

Shi Xueqing slept. Xing Jun got up, intending to go downstairs to pour a glass of water. He only turned on a dim bedside lamp, but could still see clearly the various marks on Shi Xueqing’s snow-white flesh in the dim light. And that sparkling pink diamond on the earlobe.

The canary slept very satisfied, very happy, lips even curled up.

Shi Xueqing is happy when he has money. After tossing and turning for a long time, they are still most relaxed and comfortable when doing flesh-money transactions.

Xing Jun didn’t turn on the main light, afraid it would be too bright, planning to go downstairs in the dark after closing the bedroom door. But after closing the door, he paused slightly.

What appeared before his eyes was not a pitch-black corridor; at every interval, there was a small spot of light.

He walked slowly following the light spots.

In the corridor, on the stairs, at some point, several shell-shaped night lights appeared. After the main lights were turned off, they guided the way up and down the stairs.

Compared to them, the light of the small red dots from the surveillance cameras all over the house became insignificant.

Unknowingly, after drinking water, his footsteps going upstairs became lighter. On the bed, Shi Xueqing was already asleep.

Shi Xueqing’s sleeping face with closed eyes and drooping eyelashes was very quiet. He sat beside Shi Xueqing, his hand unconsciously touching Shi Xueqing’s face.

There was one last week left before Shi Xueqing’s school started. When he called Shi Xueqing to Los Angeles as a travel companion, he had planned to do it with Shi Xueqing every day.

Shi Xueqing was also very clear about his intentions; when he came, he brought his own underwear and perfume.

Clearly a transaction where both parties were willing and aware.

Xing Jun finally went to wash up lightly. He didn’t turn on the light but changed into pajamas under the illumination of the small night lights and got into bed.

At twelve o’clock at night, the room was still full of ambiguous and lingering atmosphere. He held Shi Xueqing but did nothing. He, who always had poor sleep quality, was very at ease at this moment, slowly sinking into dreamland from body to soul.

The blue-purple shell lights illuminated them on the bed. The way they stuck closely together really resembled a pair of lovers in love.

…

Shi Xueqing slept until noon again the next morning. Xing Jun was indeed gone; there was still a sandwich on the table, standard morning set meal again.

After indulging for a weekend, Shi Xueqing was a bit listless. He changed to new earrings, admiring back and forth in the mirror, feeling that although sapphires were good-looking, money was still hard to earn.

Thinking about it, he changed to the pink diamond. The pink diamond was more expensive. He instantly felt his efforts were worth the value.

He threw the sandwich away again, planning to go out beautifully to check in at an internet-famous restaurant. Only when he pushed open the main door, he found something strange on the steps.

Why was there a bunch of cornflowers, looking not quite fresh?

Flowers that aren’t fresh aren’t beautiful. He casually threw that bunch of flowers into the trash can.

The heat of summer retreated little by little. One more week, and he would leave LA.

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