Over the next two days, Gong Ze acted as if nothing had happened, staying by Sang You’s side.
They ate together, went to work together, and at night or secretly in the office, they were intimate.
He loved it when Sang You wore those white, medieval-style nightgowns, and the suspender stockings that required clips. The young master’s ankles were so slender.
When he tensed up and lifted them, dangling them over the edge of the candlestand, it was like purity defiled by sin — and Gong Ze was addicted.
He loved it when Sang You called his name.
Whether he was crying or laughing.
He couldn’t help but miss the time when Sang You had a cold. The young master had pushed open the study door without a word, a cartoon fever patch still stuck to his forehead. Without a word, he pattered over to Gong Ze’s side.
When Gong Ze raised an eyebrow and smiled at him, the young master — like a little bear cub, like a kitten — sullenly jumped onto his master’s lap, settled himself, and curled up.
Then, still without a word, he pouted, wrapped both arms around Gong Ze’s waist, and pressed his flushed little face against Gong Ze’s chest.
He didn’t speak.
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But the way he expressed his dissatisfaction — ‘Stay with me, I miss you’ — made Gong Ze’s heart ache, and at the same time, filled it with tenderness.
Gong Ze asked the young master how he expressed like.
Whether he loved him or not.
“If you ask me, the answer is yes.”
Unexpectedly, Sang You didn’t simply open his mouth and declare love without thinking, like a naive young master.
Instead, he was sitting on Gong Ze’s toned lower abdomen, both of them naked.
Sang You was playing with Gong Ze’s hand, weaving his own slender fingers — like tender new branches — in and out between Gong Ze’s larger, sturdier ones.
Hearing Gong Ze’s question, he frowned, thought seriously, and then said, “I didn’t know what like was before. After I got together with you, I realized — I love you so much. I’m not good at saying profound things.”
“But in my opinion, the difference between like and love is: like is living in the moment — a feeling. Maybe the other person isn’t that great, but I like them anyway. It’s okay if it’s just one-sided.”
“But when you love, you want an echo. You want a result. You want the other person to love you back. No matter how that person changes, they are still important.”
“Love is me imagining you old — fat — bald — hehe~”
“But even if you become that ugly—”
“What then.” Sang You’s eyes were as beautiful as clear stars. He grinned and said loudly, “I still feel like I love you so much.”
“…”
“…”
Looking at Sang You’s smiling eyes, in that moment, Gong Ze felt a happiness so intense it made him nervous — almost suffocating.
In his memory, his gentle, slender teacher once said to his self-proclaimed evil disciple:
“People who call themselves bad are always like this.
They are at ease with the sins of others.
But they are helpless when faced with others’ kindness and love.”
“Ah Ze… you are a cunning fool. So don’t let people easily walk into your heart.”
Once upon a time, Gong Ze had sneered coldly at his teacher’s assessment of him.
Now, facing the young master — who was inferior to him in both skill and intelligence, in power and ability —
Gong Ze’s smile faltered. His gaze flickered evasively. His honeyed words and silver tongue failed him completely. He was as clumsy as a frozen man.
His neck might as well have been collared, with the end of the leash held by Sang You.
His heart was racing uncontrollably, as if about to leap out of his throat.
Gong Ze didn’t want to admit it, but he had to.
He was in love…
“Gong Ze, Gong Ze — what do you think? What’s your opinion?”
“…I… I love you too…”
“What kind of answer is that? It’s so short! How perfunctory!”
Watching the two of them flirting and seeing his Host acting so unlike himself — so damn awkward —
The system knew:
It was doomed!
It was over!
When a black-hearted, lying-without-a-draft sadist starts acting tongue-tied and innocent — if that’s not falling, what is?
Two more days passed.
Gong Ze grew restless.
At night, he would secretly trace Sang You’s sleeping face, memorizing every little moment between them.
He still had so many little tips and bits of knowledge to teach his young master. He had almost turned into a long-winded, nagging parent — whenever he saw something, he would explain it at length to the young master.
In the end, Sang You plugged his ears — and then used his mouth to plug Gong Ze’s.
“Stop talking! Why have you become so naggy lately? You’re like an old man!”
Looking into Sang You’s large, reproachful eyes, Gong Ze could only shake his head helplessly.
Then the man curved his eyes, cradled the back of the young master’s head with his large hand, and deepened the kiss.
He almost sucked the young master’s soul out through his mouth, rolling and nibbling, numbing the shy tip of his tongue. When they finally parted, Gong Ze looked at the young master — who had become a wet, breathless mess — and lowered his voice to a magnetic, sexy purr.
“Alright, I’ll stop. I’ve upset our little young master.”
“Gong Ze…”
Aroused, Sang You looked up at him, bit his lip, and tugged at his bandages.
How could Gong Ze not satisfy his little baby?
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On the third and fourth days, they stayed wrapped in each other’s arms.
On the fifth day, the police called.
Several fishing enthusiasts had discovered the bodies of Sang You’s parents by the river.
Sang You’s phone clattered to the floor. He stood frozen for a long time, then turned and burst into tears, throwing himself into Gong Ze’s arms.
Gong Ze looked down at his young master. In his eyes was a different kind of sorrow — and reluctance to let go.
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