The next day.
Sang You woke up filled with sweetness, but when he reached out, the other side of the bed was empty — the sheets were already cold!
All his shyness instantly transformed into immense disappointment and unease.
Suddenly, he felt terribly wronged! Terribly hurt!
After all, last night was his first time, and Sang You was still very young. Besides, he had given himself completely — had been the one underneath.
Yet after sleeping together, not only was there no one to comfort him or hold him — the man acted as if it were nothing, patted his backside, and went off to work.
Sang You grabbed the blanket to cover his chest and sat up, grinding his teeth in anger, tears swirling in his eyes.
“Gong Ze, you big jerk!”
Gong Ze, holding a coffee cup with a folder tucked under his arm, had just walked through the door when he heard the young master cursing him.
“Who’s a jerk, hmm?” He leaned against the doorframe in a simple shirt and dress pants, his posture as slender as bamboo, his features radiating a lazy, suggestive post-coital sexiness.
He looked with amusement at the young master clutching the blanket and wiping his tears.
Hearing his voice, Sang You looked up in disbelief. The moment he saw Gong Ze, his tears couldn’t be held back — they streamed down his face.
“Why are you crying again? Regret it?” Gong Ze walked over, set the things down on the nightstand, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled the young master into his arms.
Sang You sobbed, “I thought you left…”
“I’m not an idiot. After our wedding night, I’d just go straight to the office? Do you take me for a robot?”
“That’s different! I woke up and you weren’t here!”
Sang You kept repeating this.
As if this were some insurmountable hurdle, he clung tightly to the back of Gong Ze’s shirt, burying his face in Gong Ze’s shoulder and crying loudly.
Gong Ze lowered his head, dug out the boy’s little face, and rubbed his fingertips against the corners of his eyes. The young master had lost too much fluid the day before — his skin had lost its dewy delicacy, looking as if he’d spent a day under the scorching sun.
The delicate white skin was rubbed red. The lower half of his lip was swollen and broken, a tiny scab forming. The corners of his eyes were chafed, with a few red dots and flakes of skin.
After crying for so long, his nose was also stuffed. The sound of his complaining was especially adorable to Gong Ze’s ears.
Gong Ze patiently supported him, turning him to face him.
Sang You’s arms rested on his shoulders, his lips pouted, his face wet and smeared with tears — willful yet pitiful.
“You get upset when I call you a little crybaby, but look at your face — you’ve cried it raw…” A helpless sigh escaped.
Gong Ze lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Sang You’s, nudging him to tilt his face up. Then, his eyes brimming with a suppressed smile, he kissed the upturned cheeks again and again.
His mouth, his nose.
His tear-dampened face, his forehead.
“Throwing such a big tantrum just because you woke up and didn’t see your husband, hmm?” Gong Ze nibbled on him as he coaxed in a low, child-soothing tone, his voice full of teasing affection. “So what do you want to do? Want your husband to hold you and go back to sleep?”
“Going back to sleep wouldn’t be the first time anymore! It’s gone! Once it’s passed, it’s gone!”
“You don’t value me at all! If you valued me, you would have been right there beside me when I woke up! You have no idea how I feel — being on top and being on bottom are completely different!”
Sang You hit Gong Ze’s body, his eyes red, aggrieved. “Sob… You finished, pulled up your pants, and left. I’m in so much pain right now — it feels like shards of glass… Sob… You didn’t even wait for me to wake up, didn’t even hold me…”
Hearing this, Gong Ze burst out laughing. “Where do you even come up with these genius comparisons?”
Gong Ze didn’t find Sang You annoying or unreasonable.
The young master had just experienced his first time. His heart was fragile and unsettled, and waking up the next morning without receiving care or affection was upsetting.
It was like a child waking up and not seeing an adult — they’d feel inexplicably scared.
The reason, in both cases, was the desire to be loved.
And after last night, Sang You’s status in Gong Ze’s eyes was no longer just that of a native of a melodramatic world.
Gong Ze mentally rolled his eyes: Well, duh. Can you treat an outsider the same as your wife?
Gong Ze pressed his lips to Sang You’s tear-filled eye sockets. His large hand slipped under the blanket and massaged the young master’s sore lower back. As he listened to the tearful complaints, his hand moved to the front…
The moment he touched Sang You’s chest, Sang You angrily shoved him hard. “I won’t let you touch me!” he cried out urgently. “Take your hand away — get off—”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Afraid Sang You would hurt his throat from shouting, Gong Ze withdrew his hand. But unexpectedly, taking his hand away only made the young master angrier. Sang You sobbed and flopped sideways into the bedsheets, wailing hoarsely, his neck and head flushed red from crying.
Gong Ze: …
Being the top can be really difficult sometimes. Especially when someone as intelligent as Gong Ze occasionally can’t figure out his bottom.
Watching his silly little wife cry so hard that even his butt was clenching with effort, Gong Ze felt like he had laughed more today than in his entire life.
He lowered his head and gave each of those two straining hemispheres a kiss, then supported the young master’s waist and turned him over, afraid he might suffocate himself.
“I was wrong about this.”
The first time really is something beautiful. He should have waited for Sang You to wake up together. Instead of taking leave to go to work, he had asked his secretary to fax over the documents, then gone to the study to print them.
[The notoriously heartless, black-livered scum from the Transmigration Department is actually reflecting!]
The system’s jaw dropped to the floor in shock.
Then the black-hearted big schemer tucked his extremely temperamental wife under the covers, stripped off all his own clothes, and slipped in as well, pulling the young man into his arms — skin against skin.
“Is this a little better?” Gong Ze leaned close in the narrow gap, kissed the young master’s soft lips, gave them a little nibble, then sucked on his lip flesh and cheeks. Sang You bit his lower lip. Gong Ze pressed his mouth to the young master’s ear and said in a very soft voice: “Your husband was wrong. Your husband is holding you again. Everything before doesn’t count.”
Gong Ze’s warmth and scent once again enveloped Sang You. A steady stream of security—a sense of safety—flowed over him. Sang You’s sobbing diminished significantly. He gritted his teeth, his tear-streaked face set rigid and silent—but both his hands were gripping the waistband of Gong Ze’s underwear tightly.
Gong Ze: … Got it.
Afternoon.
Sang You’s puffed-out chest lowered. Hissing, he wrapped his arms around Gong Ze’s head, his fingers still tugging at Gong Ze’s hair, his misty, tearful eye corners flushed a deep red.
Don’t misunderstand — they were just applying medicine.
Gong Ze was using a cotton swab dipped in iodine to apply to the rather severely injured chest area.
The iodine stung a bit. Sang You, acting delicate and pampered, said to Gong Ze: “Kiss it.”
Gong Ze was caught between amusement and exasperation. “Kiss my ass. Aren’t you afraid your husband will eat a mouthful of iodine and get poisoned?”
Sang You pouted, unhappy.
“Iodine isn’t poisonous.”
Gong Ze lifted him and settled him on his lap, giving his backside a pat as he spoke. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at him and said, “Not poisonous, huh? Next time, I’ll pour it on and let you eat your fill.”
Sang You’s face flushed and his heart raced as he shot Gong Ze a glance with his moist, lively fox eyes.
Once he had calmed down, Sang You sobered up and reflected. He really had been acting difficult.
But not only had Gong Ze not been annoyed, he had kept soothing him.
Sang You felt sweet inside. He wanted to reciprocate, to be good to Gong Ze — to make Gong Ze feel good too.
When Gong Ze touched him, he had said, “I’m different from others in this area. I have some little quirks. If you’re going to be with me, you’ll have to adapt.”
Sang You was very scared. His imagination conjured up all sorts of bloody, gruesome scenes. “Will I have to wear… strange costumes… and bark like a dog…?”
Gong Ze nearly lost it. “Where do you even hear this stuff?!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the young master’s wild imagination.
Gong Ze said, “I’m not going to train you into whatever you’re imagining. Those are things people without any real feelings do — bad men who mistreat others. What kind of man who truly loves his wife would treat her like that?”
The man’s voice lilted upward as he spoke, his eyes and brows teasing. Sang You’s face grew hot at the sight.
To repay Gong Ze for his love, Sang You leaned close to his ear and mumbled softly.
But after hearing it, Gong Ze furrowed his brow and scolded him.
“Aren’t you afraid I might slip and kill you?”
Gong Ze was exasperated.
Sang You’s body was weak and sickly, but he had an incredibly bold mind — he came up with all sorts of ideas.
Perhaps the world’s consciousness, in choosing him as the protagonist bottom, had endowed him with a natural gift in this area.
Gong Ze discovered that Sang You loved being held by him, had an exceptionally high level of acceptance, and after tasting the pleasures, the innocent, naive part of him gradually faded away, revealing the seductively captivating side of his nature.
He could be very clingy.
Whenever Gong Ze kissed him, the young master would obediently let himself be molded and shaped however Gong Ze wanted.
“Gong Ze, I’ve thought it through. I actually really like you. You can’t make me sad.” Sang You softened for a moment, then couldn’t help but revert to his domineering personality. “Gong Ze, do you like me?”
Gong Ze lay on the bed, propping his head up with one hand and twirling Sang You’s hair with the other, listening to him speak.
Hearing this, he looked at the young master’s alert, wide-open fox eyes and smiled. He answered honestly and directly: “Yes, I like you.”
The tight line of Sang You’s mouth shot upward instantly. He tried to hold it back but failed, giggling as he burrowed into Gong Ze’s arms. In the first flush of a new romance, everything felt wonderful.
“Then you can’t let me down, and you can’t lie to me! If you let me down or lie to me, I’ll — I’ll —”
“You’ll what?”
“I won’t go on living — and I’ll kill you too.”
The young master lifted his face and looked at the man very seriously.
Under his gaze, Gong Ze paused for a moment, then his eyes curved as he said, “Mm.”
“Okay.”
“If that day really comes, I won’t struggle. I’ll stand still and let you kill me.”
“…”
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