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The dim, yellow light cast shadows as Zhuo Huan dropped those words and strode toward the study. Halfway there, he realized the young man hadn’t followed. He turned around, his expression displeased, and clicked his tongue softly. “Fu Cheng?”

Since receiving the call from his father, Lord Zhuo had activated his “strangers stay away” mode, his entire body radiating a visibly dark, low pressure. He was extremely impatient. Originally, he had a lot of calculations and deductions to do tonight to prepare for tomorrow’s test flight, and then that scumbag Zhuo Jing had pulled such a zero-IQ stunt. And now, even Fu Cheng wasn’t moving?

The handsome young man was wearing light-colored pajamas, the simplest, most homely cotton long-sleeved shirt and pants. Logically speaking, there shouldn’t be a hint of sexiness about him. But Zhuo Huan knew exactly what kind of body lay beneath those loose pajamas—lean muscles covering a slender yet powerful frame.

Much more flavorful than that whatever-boy.

Fu Cheng leaned against the wall, looking up at him with clear eyes. “Are you just going to leave him locked outside like that?”

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt like he hadn’t heard correctly. “What?”

Fu Cheng tilted his head slightly, gazing at this person. A voice in his heart said he shouldn’t ask this, shouldn’t say this, but his own voice came clearly through his ear canals. “That child outside looks less than twenty years old. It’s already 1 AM.”

Zhuo Huan really doubted his hearing. “Ha? What do you mean?”

Fu Cheng said with a calm expression, “Does he have a place to stay? He was probably called over temporarily by Mr. Zhuo. Mr. Zhuo wouldn’t have needed to book a room for him because he was supposed to sleep in yours.”

Zhuo Huan understood, and he laughed out of anger. He reached out and pinched Fu Cheng’s chin. “You want me to open the door and let him in? Let him sleep in this room? Wow, then he might as well sleep with me.”

His chin was tightly gripped. In the temperature-and-humidity-controlled hotel room, a thin layer of sweat had seeped out on Fu Cheng’s back where it leaned against the wall. His eyes were bright, possessing black hair and black eyes identical to the person outside the door, and an identical tall, thin physique. He thought he had never worn such sexy, revealing clothes, but if he did, perhaps the effect would be the same, or perhaps not as soul-hooking as that boy.

Arms crossed over his chest, Fu Cheng hid his slightly trembling fingers inside the hollow of his shoulder.

Their eyes met for only a few short seconds, but countless answers flashed through his mind.

Then he chose—

Fu Cheng said indifferently, “Didn’t you say you have to memorize data tonight and don’t have time for bed?”

Seeming pleased, Zhuo Huan gave a soft mn, his voice lazy. “That’s right.”

Fingers clenched tightly into fists. Under the dim yellow light of the entryway, the young man heard himself add with a smile, “But if Teacher Zhuo really wants to, opening the door and letting that boy in is also fine.”

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze for an instant. Zhuo Huan swept a cold glance over him. He let go of the hand pinching Fu Cheng’s chin and stood up straight. Looking at this face that was forever as calm as an ancient well, Zhuo Huan reached out, patted Fu Cheng’s cheek, and sneered, “If Gege wants to fuck, I’ll fuck you first. How could he compare to you?”

Fu Cheng pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and swiped open the door next to them.

Outside, that Asian boy was actually still standing at the door, having not left. Suddenly the door opened, and his eyes widened in surprise, stunned for a moment. “Uh, Mr. Zhuo?”

Zhuo Huan shot him a glance. “Don’t make me repeat what I fucking said. Go find Zhuo Jing.”

What he said once?

That extremely disgusted “Scram” suddenly rang in the Asian boy’s mind. He shrugged knowingly, turned, and left.

The door slammed shut again with a bang.

As if the conversation just now had never happened, Zhuo Huan put his hands in his pockets and strode ahead into the study. Fu Cheng watched his back, was silent for a moment, and then followed.

In the quiet room, only the smooth sound of keyboard tapping echoed.

Zhuo Huan: “You go to sleep first.”

Fu Cheng looked up from the computer.

Zhuo Huan didn’t even lift his head. While typing, he said, “There’s a test flight tomorrow; you need to save your energy.”

Fu Cheng: “I’ve only memorized half.”

Zhuo Huan: “Memorize the first half first.”

Fu Cheng: “…?” What does that mean?

Zhuo Huan pressed the “Enter” key forcefully, looked up, his smile bold and disdainful. “If I needed you to memorize all of this, then what do you need me for? Tsk, when I tell you to sleep, go sleep. I’ll optimize the second half again, try to make it a bit less to memorize.”

Staring at him fixedly for a few seconds, Fu Cheng nodded. “Okay.”

Fu Cheng walked into the bedroom, set his phone alarm for five hours later, and closed his eyes.

In the pitch-black environment, the excellent soundproofing of the wall materials prevented any sound from the study next door from penetrating. The curtains blocked out light too effectively; even with eyes open, it was a quiet darkness. His face sank deep into the soft pillow, and a faint, cool scent reached his nose.

It was the verbena scent of Zhuo Huan’s shampoo.

Curling his body slowly, Fu Cheng couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

That heart which had been heavy all along found a moment of peace. He had never fallen asleep so quickly, not even before that air crash five years ago had he slept so peacefully.

Fu Cheng slept extremely deeply. He had a dream.

In the deepest part of the dream, he sank to the bottom of the sea, looking up at the sky. Seawater pressed in from all directions. He reached out with all his might, wanting to penetrate the layers of deep blue to seize the only light at the very top.

Air was gradually stolen away; his nasal cavity, his ear canals, were all filled with water.

He couldn’t open his eyes. Inside his body, a familiar and terrifying nausea made him fall into a despair more terrifying than suffocation again.

Finally, seawater filled his eye sockets, or perhaps it was tears. He really couldn’t open his eyes anymore. Suddenly, a gentle current brushed over his eyeballs. Following this warm trickle, he slowly opened his eyes. The warm current flowed slowly through his whole body, strength reappearing. He stretched out his hand, used all his strength, and finally grabbed that splendid star at the very top of the sky.

What followed was a hot, intimate kiss.

The dream had long ended. While being pressed onto the bed by this man kissing his eyelids, Fu Cheng had groggily realized the truth. Lips rubbed tightly, licking and biting. Fu Cheng didn’t open his eyes; he reached out and hugged the man’s waist. He opened his teeth, lingeringly and passionately returning the kiss.

Lips and tongues entangled. Zhuo Huan kissed his lips forcefully, then moved up, kissing his cheeks, nose.

Fu Cheng closed his eyes, feeling his dense kisses.

Zhuo Huan kissed his thin eyelids, then licked away the cold tear tracks at the corners of his eyes. Voice husky, he laughed low and asked him, “What did you dream about, crying like this?”

Consciousness suddenly cleared. Fu Cheng opened his eyes, looking at the man in front of him.

Just waking up, and being kissed so passionately awake, his voice carried a bit of hoarseness. “Nothing, forgot.”

Zhuo Huan smiled, biting his earlobe. “Did you dream of me?”

Fu Cheng asked back, “Why would dreaming of you make me cry?”

“Fucked you to tears.”

His heart trembled violently, all the blood in his body concentrating in those narrow ventricles. Thump thump, his heart beat rapidly. His expression remained as calm as ever, but the roots of his ears, hidden by hair, instantly flushed red. Fu Cheng turned his head aside, avoiding Zhuo Huan’s action of kissing his earlobe. He looked at Zhuo Huan, and with a calm face, said unparalleled words: “Then come fuck me to tears.”

Suddenly stunned, Zhuo Huan propped his hands on both sides of the pillow, looking at the young man beneath him.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth, saying word by word: “Fuck. You. To. Death.”

Without a moment of hesitation, Zhuo Huan reached out and took a whole box of condoms from the drawer next to the bed. The moment they thoroughly combined, both let out satisfied sighs. Since coming to Los Angeles, from the day they got on the plane, they hadn’t gone to bed again. At first, it was a bit unfamiliar, but soon, the body that knew the taste surpassed reason and went crazy.

Using up three condoms, although Fu Cheng wasn’t fucked to tears, he was fucked until he couldn’t shout. He never liked making noise in bed; everyone has their habits, and Zhuo Huan never forced him. Only when he really couldn’t suppress it, when his spirit was overwhelmed by pleasure, would he shout once or twice, counting as a rare delight.

However, this time, for the first time, Fu Cheng was so passionate and active. He was always passionate in bed. It’s just that he hadn’t been passionate like this, actively hugging him, changing four positions, intermittent gasps overflowing from his throat.

Throwing away the third condom, Zhuo Huan toyed with Fu Cheng’s earlobe, telling him: “It’s eight o’clock.”

Fu Cheng: “…Mn?”

This voice was incredibly sexy, lazy and languid. Zhuo Huan cursed “fuck” in a low voice and asked fiercely: “What do you want.”

Eyelashes wet with sweat, Fu Cheng opened his eyes to look at him, asking back in confusion: “What?”

A certain man who accused the victim first: “…”

Really fucking hell!

McFly’s car was coming to pick them up at ten o’clock. There were two hours left. Even if he went to memorize data again, Fu Cheng thought, it would definitely not be enough time. But he greatly underestimated Zhuo Huan.

Never use your brain to measure a genius.

And never use your world to speculate about Zhuo Huan.

Something like going to bed wouldn’t affect Fu Cheng’s normal movements. After waking up, he changed his clothes himself. Buttoning his shirt to the very top to cover the hickeys, he moved freely, as if he hadn’t just exercised in bed for more than two hours at all.

So there was no need to worry about the body. The only thing to worry about was whether he could memorize that data.

As a result, when Zhuo Huan, smoking a cigarette, brought him the printed data materials from the study, there was actually only the content of one A4 paper left.

Fu Cheng was somewhat astonished.

Zhuo Huan bit the cigarette holder, speaking lightly: “Memorize it.”

His tone was commanding, not doubting at all whether Fu Cheng could memorize so many complex numbers and formulas within half an hour.

Fu Cheng: “Okay.”

After returning to the room to change clothes, Fu Cheng went downstairs with Zhuo Huan.

In the hotel lobby, Lina was waiting alone. Seeing them come downstairs together, Lina didn’t find anything wrong. She didn’t even glance twice at Fu Cheng’s tightly buttoned shirt buttons, directly handing a car key to Zhuo Huan: “When Uncle Patrick went out this morning, I ran into him on the first floor. He originally wanted to leave the car key at the front desk for them to give to you, but since I was there, I passed it on.”

Zhuo Huan cast a glance at the key printed with the Pagani logo, smiling mockingly: “Wow, what does this mean.”

Lina spread her hands helplessly: “Your thirtieth birthday gift, Uncle Patrick said. He said, maybe you didn’t like yesterday’s surprise, but you will definitely like this. Don’t throw it away; after all, this can sell for more than ten million dollars.”

Zhuo Huan sneered and accepted the key.

Lina: “You really should accept it. The car is parked in the hotel’s underground parking lot B1. Reid, this is the last day I arrange cars for you. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to the Pacific for a vacation. You promised, McFly pays. So, starting tomorrow, until this mission ends, drive yourself to McFly.”

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