Three days later, You Shulang moved into Fan Xiao's apartment.
Bang! A contract was slapped on the table.
"What is this?" Fan Xiao asked as he took the paper in his hand. After seeing the words on the paper clearly, his eyes darkened. "Sponsorship contract?"
These four words successfully diluted the joy in Fan Xiao's eyes due to You Shulang's arrival.
"What does this mean?"
"Literally." The spring sunshine in April was already bright and beautiful. You Shulang changed into a jacket, an old-fashioned style made of black fabric, which made his face look even paler.
Fan Xiao put the contract on the table and pushed it away: "This is not the kind of relationship between us."
"What's the relationship?" You Shulang had a clear sneer in his eyes, "Why, you still want to whore me for free?"
A cloud of gloom covered Fan Xiao's handsome face: "Shu Lang, I just want to go back to the past."
You Shulang sneered: "I want to go back to the time before I met you. Can I do that?"
Looking at the indifferent eyes of the person opposite him, Fan Xiao suddenly felt weak all over. He slowly sat down on the sofa, supported his knees with his elbows, and buried his face in his palms: "Shu Lang, you can torture me, but don't humiliate yourself in this way."
"It's not a humiliation." You Shulang's voice was steady, not even angry, only rational. "I just want to settle things with you clearly and openly."
Fan Xiao wiped his face, and suddenly reached out to grab the contract back: "Okay, I'll sign it, but I want you to support me in return."
The tip of the ballpoint pen fell on the paper, and just as a dot of ink appeared, You Shulang stopped him.
"I don't have any money to give you."
"No need." Fan Xiao held the pen tightly, "Just cook for me."
You Shulang took his hand away from the paper and said casually, "If I were to support you," he rolled his eyelids, "I would fuck you."
The ink spot under the pen tip grew bigger and bigger, and before forming a dirty mark, Fan Xiao replied.
"good."
He wrote his name stroke by stroke, like a student taking his test paper seriously.
You Shulang suppressed the unclear emotions in his eyes, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, bit it in his mouth, and spoke in a slurred voice.
"Then please ask Mr. Fan to take a shower."
When Fan Xiao, covered in water, came out again, there were already three cigarette butts in the ashtray.
You Shulang used his hand to fan away the smoke in front of him and said coldly, "Come here, your excellency."
Fan Xiao was stunned for a moment, but only for a moment, then he walked to You Shulang and knelt down at his feet.
You Shulang examined Fan Xiao as if he were examining an object. His eyes moved all over his body, but he uttered a "tsk" and said dissatisfiedly, "Go change into a suit."
The narrow trousers wrapped around his slender thighs, and the black shirt had two buttons undone below his throat, vaguely revealing his full chest muscles. His broad shoulders, strong arms, and faintly thriving muscles made the man in front of him look both noble and wild.
Fan Xiao walked over, like a cheetah approaching slowly and gracefully.
Standing still, he looked at You Shulang, his eyes filled with morbid piety. He slowly knelt on one knee, followed by the other. Under the dim light, the superior who always stood above others, even if noble, was a little dangerous.
You Shulang lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the noble but still upright man in front of him. He placed his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slowly upwards, his fingertips brushing across his Adam's apple, and suddenly grasping his chin.
The voice was very light and picky: "Everything is fine, except for this face, which makes people feel upset."
He was familiar with Fan Xiao's apartment. He opened the drawer of the low table next to the sofa and took out a ghost mask.
This was a souvenir that You Shulang bought when he was on vacation in Thailand and participated in the Leifu Ghost Mask Festival. It was also during that vacation when he returned to China that he rear-ended Fan Xiao's car on a deserted road near the airport.
It seemed as if everything was predetermined, and the evil spirits from hell have been following him like a shadow since then.
When the two of them were getting along very well, Fan Xiao asked for this thing to play with, but his interest in it only lasted for a short while before he threw it into the drawer.
Now this half-face ghost mask was worn on Fan Xiao's face, with a green face and fangs, looking eerie and terrifying.
You Shulang seemed satisfied. He patted Fan Xiao's neck and said, "Bite it out for me."
It's not that Fan Xiao has never done such a thing before. On the contrary, he is keen on all ways of controlling You Shulang's body.
But he was not used to such a cold You Shulang; he was not used to You Shulang who let him bite while changing TV channels.
The TV was showing Animal World, where the law of the jungle was most vividly displayed.
The beast gene in his body was suddenly awakened. He took a deep breath and pressed down hard, forcing You Shulang to gasp unexpectedly.
After several repeated movements, You Shulang, who was not in good shape, successfully straightened his body.
But it also angered people. Fan Xiao's hair was pulled up by You Shulang. The man's pale face showed some blush, and his expression was forced to show embarrassed anger.
"Didn't I serve you well?" Fan Xiao, wearing a ghost mask, asked slowly. His sexy lips were wet, and his sharp jaw and the eerie ghost mask gave off a kind of aggressive beauty.
"You served me well." You Shulang's hoarse voice showed his surprise. "Now go to bed and wait for me!"
The bed in Fan Xiao's master bedroom was wide and large, with black satin bedding that emitted a deep and vivid light, like an endless abyss of desire.
The man was still wearing formal clothes, but he had unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt. The well-defined texture was particularly eye-catching even in the dim light. He was half-leaning lazily on the bed, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and his other hand was loosely hooked on his leather belt. The ghost mask was thrown beside him, still eerie and terrifying.
Fan Xiao looked at You Shulang who opened the bedroom door and asked loudly, "Are you still wearing the mask?"
His voice was hoarse and rough, obviously he had exerted too much force in the process just now.
You Shulang walked slowly into the bedroom: "No need to wear it, after all, wearing it or not is essentially the same."
Fan Xiao's breath stagnated and he subconsciously touched his chest, only to remember once again that his Four-Faced Buddha had long been thrown into the trash can by You Shulang.
His heart felt empty and painful. The two contradictory feelings intertwined and made Fan Xiao feel suffocated.
He originally thought that he could get rid of this bad feeling by getting You Shulang back to his side, but now, with the person he had been thinking about standing in front of him, he felt even more sad.
"Where are my clothes? Should I take them off myself, or do you want me to do it?" Fan Xiao suppressed his melancholy and tried his best to make himself look attractive.
You Shulang walked to the bedside and glanced at Fan Xiao's slender and broad hands: "Take it off yourself, and then lie down on the bed."
Still holding the cigarette between his long fingers, Fan Xiao slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Smoke rose slowly, with ash occasionally falling on his broad chest, drawing out the overwhelming smell of hormones.
The last piece of clothing fell to the ground, and a strong body came into You Shulang's sight.
Fan Xiao turned over and lay on the bed, his broad shoulders leaning against the lion's strong back.
You Shulang seemed to have never admired Fan Xiao from this angle. Even with such a demanding attitude, Fan Xiao still had a muscular body ready to go.
You Shulang leaned forward and slapped her firm, wheat-colored roundness hard.
"Lower your waist." He ordered coldly.
The two bodies were finally pressed together, and You Shulang held down Fan Xiao's waist, which was as sharp as a blade.
Without the excitement and enthusiasm of the upcoming expedition, You Shulang looked at Fan Xiao's muscles, which were tense due to nervousness, and his heart was filled with sadness.
The person who I once fell in love with without hesitation; the person who I treated with all my tenderness; the person who made me willingly take a low position, now we have come to this situation.
He and Fan Xiao used to be very harmonious.
But now, there is no joy in bed, only hurt.
In fact, hurting and being hurt are mutual. In this incident, You Shulang seemed to be in the lead, but the double-edged sword also cut a hole in his heart.
The bloody wound quickly dampened You Shulang's desire, and his body was no longer vigorous.
Because they were so close, Fan Xiao could sense this change very clearly. He turned his head and looked behind him, and saw the sadness in You Shulang's eyes that had not yet disappeared, and the coldness that was spreading rapidly.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I really can't get excited about you. You're really disgusting."
You Shulang withdrew from the body, lowered his eyes to adjust his pants, and missed the increasingly sinister look in Fan Xiao's eyes.
"Let's stop here today." You Shulang walked out the door. But before he could finish his words, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.
"A sponsor should act like a sponsor." The naked Fan Xiao was as handsome as a god in a Western mural. His voice lingered on You Shulang like a ghost. "How can I, a sponsor, let my sponsor leave with regret?"
With a sudden pull, Fan Xiao threw You Shulang onto the bed. He quickly moved forward and pressed on the person he had been thinking about day and night.
"I will make you happy."
After saying that, pinching You Shulang's chin with his long fingers, Fan Xiao leaned over and kissed him hard!
No kiss has ever been so brutal and bloody. Fan Xiao was almost risking his tongue being bitten off while kissing You Shulang.
His palms roamed freely on the smooth skin, and Fan Xiao used all his strength to suppress the equally strong You Shulang under him.
The clothes were stripped off piece by piece and thrown randomly on the ground. When Fan Xiao finally entered the warmth, all struggles stopped...
You Shulang looked up into Fan Xiao's eyes, watching the madness in those pupils gradually fade away and turn into panic bit by bit.
He was held tightly in the arms of the trembling man, listening to his helpless apology and accepting his random kiss.
"Do it quickly, I'm tired."
You Shulang's cold voice successfully stopped Fan Xiao's incoherent speech.
They looked at each other for a long time, then Fan Xiao sighed, calmed down and began to move.
This was a silent and long love affair, without Fan Xiao's bad teasing and You Shulang's sexy whispers.
You Shulang was like a puppet, soulless and letting it do whatever it wanted. Unwilling to give up, Fan Xiao got ruthless, because he knew this body best and knew how to make it happy.
There were so many happy moments, the sweat and madness in the passion. Even if the mind keeps telling us to forget, the body always remembers.
You Shulang finally reacted. He could grit his teeth, but he couldn't stop a tear from flowing slowly into his temple...