Bai Shuijin kissed the small scar with his lips.
His words were full of heartache, “You got hurt, and it’s just not the same as before.”
Even in his muddled state, Wang Huanxiu caught the words “as before”. Did he and this lead dancer have a past?
His voice was hoarse as he asked, “What’s different?”
Bai Shuijin smacked his lips, “The texture.”
“…..”
After seeing the injury, Bai Shuijin even lost all interest in the play. He felt distressed. After more than a week apart, there was a new wound on his laogong-ge’s temple.
Wang Huanxiu wasn’t the type to talk about his injuries unless someone noticed, and even then he would only mention it briefly, glossing over it.
Bai Shuijin pressed a finger on it, “Does it hurt?”
Wang Huanxiu pulled his hand away, wanting to put some distance between them, “It doesn’t hurt.”
Bai Shuijin raised his other hand and pinched the spot, “How about now?”
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
“It’s good that it didn’t hurt before.” Bai Shuijin channeled his inner domineering CEO and hooked a finger under Wang Huanxiu’s chin. “Man, remember, only I can make you hurt.”
Then he started laughing hysterically, until he even rolled off Wang Huanxiu.
Wang Huanxiu: “…”
The man’s expression tightened slightly.
He thought this bold and shameless lead dancer was here to climb into his bed.
Wang Huanxiu glanced at Bai Shuijin, who was rolling around and laughing.
But reality seemed to be different from his imagination.
A huge difference of a hundred and eight thousand miles.
What exactly was their relationship before? The situation was becoming increasingly murky.
He closed his eyes and tried to recall, but there was not a single trace of this person in his memory.
Nine years was enough for many things to happen; it was almost like losing a small part of his life. The feeling of not knowing anything about his surroundings due to amnesia was not pleasant.
He didn’t know when he might make a mistake, and he had to be constantly on guard.
Bai Shuijin laughed until he was satisfied, wiping away tears of laughter with his fingers, “Laogong-ge, let’s go back to the dorm first.”
Wang Huanxiu sat there like an ice sculpture, unmoved, with no intention of leaving.
Bai Shuijin called again, “Laogong-ge?”
Wang Huanxiu’s voice was distant, “Are you calling me?”
“Otherwise?”
Was there a third person in this lounge besides them?
Why was laogong-ge acting so strange today? Was he too immersed in the role-play to come out of it?
This wasn’t exactly a space where they could “run wild”, especially with the banquet full of people outside. So going back to his dorm would be more convenient.
They could play whatever they wanted without reservations.
Bai Shuijin pulled him up from the sofa, “Let’s go, we’ll go home and take a bath together, okay?”
How did he get the injury on his forehead? He could ask all about it later.
Wang Huanxiu was at his most gentle when they took a bath together.
The idea of bathing together had actually been suggested by Wang Huanxiu, saying it could help maintain their relationship or something.
They had now been married for four years, and almost whenever they were together, they would bathe together that day.
Having someone help wash him was quite comfortable, and Bai Shuijin never got tired of the bathing routine.
Wang Huanxiu frowned. Who would want to bathe with him? He pulled his arm back.
But he still got up and followed Bai Shuiju out. The other person knew him and seemed quite familiar with him; he kissed him very skillfully.
Were they in a romantic relationship or a kept relationship?
He didn’t expect to have entered such an intimate relationship in the past nine years.
Both had been drinking, but fortunately, Bai Shuijin’s driver had been waiting outside the whole time.
Driving out of the bustling area, the foreign streets late at night were quiet and mysterious.
Bai Shuijin’s dorm was quite far, and it took over an hour to reach the building. Bai Shuijin slept during the ride and was full of energy when he got out of the car.
“We’re here, laogong-ge. Let’s go up.”
Bai Shuijin led the way. ‘Follow me, follow me~’
Chen Yuan also lived in this apartment building, on the same floor as Bai Shuijin’s dorm.
She had apparently just returned and was unlocking her door.
Seeing Bai Shuijin back, with Wang Huanxiu following behind, she greeted them warmly and teased deliberately,
“Brother Huanxiu is here? Did you two go on a date?”
Wang Huanxiu had some impression of Chen Yuan. She was Wang Zhenzhu’s friend.
From Chen Yuan’s attitude, it seemed that not only did he have an intimate relationship with this lead dancer, but their relationship was also known to everyone.
Bai Shuijin: “We attended a banquet.”
Chen Yuan: “You went on a date at the banquet?!”
“…”
“…”
Bai Shuijin and Wang Huanxiu were always clingy and affectionate together.
After bidding farewell to Chen Yuan, Bai Shuijin opened the door and let Wang Huanxiu into the dorm.
Now that he was home, finally he could take off the tie. Every time Bai Shuijin wore a tie or bow tie, he felt as if something was strangling him by the throat of fate.
Bai Shuijin took off his jacket and said, “Laogong-ge, go run the bathwater.”
A natural command.
Wang Huanxiu stood in the entrance hall. Usually, it was others who served him.
Run the bathwater? Wang Huanxiu had never done such a thing before he turned twenty-six.
Bai Shuijin took off his suit pants, leaving only his boxers underneath. His fair, rounded buttocks were faintly visible under the hem of his shirt.
Noticing Wang Huanxiu still standing by the door, Bai Shuijin asked him, “What’s wrong?”
Wang Huanxiu walked in naturally, “Nothing.”
Since losing his memory, he had been suspicious of everyone around him.
Even though he had only been in power for a year at twenty-one, he had already experienced many dirty business wars, both big and small.
It was hard not to suspect that Bai Shuijin was sent by someone to set him up.
Since he was suspicious, he couldn’t let any flaws be discovered.
If the news of his amnesia were to spread, it would cause many unnecessary problems.
Wang Huanxiu walked in naturally, passed Bai Shuijin and entered the bathroom. The fixtures in the bathroom were simple and clear.
He walked to the bathtub and turned on the water.
By the time Bai Shuijin walked in, the bathroom was already filled with steam, and hot air rushed out eagerly.
Wang Huanxiu had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, standing by the bathtub.
Bai Shuijin glanced at the bubbling water in the bathtub that was emitting white smoke.
“Laogong-ge, are we preparing to remove the hair of a New Years pig?”
“…”
Getting in directly would scald a person to death.
Previously, the temperature was always just right when Wang Huanxiu ran the bathwater, but today it was frighteningly hot.
Better to shower first. After showering, the bathwater would have cooled down a bit, and then he could soak.
Bai Shuijin turned around to take off his clothes.
“You shower first.”
Wang Huanxiu opened the door and left the bathroom.
Bai Shuijin’s hands, which were unbuttoning his shirt, paused. He stared blankly at the closed bathroom door.
‘Aren’t we bathing together today?’
He kept feeling that Wang Huanxiu has been acting strange lately. Before they met today, Wang Huanxiu hadn’t sent him any messages for three days.
In the past, whenever he checked his phone after work or during breaks, there would be a flood of messages. But these past few days, there hasn’t been a single one. Even when he initiated the conversation, the other party didn’t reply.
Moreover, Wang Huanxiu had changed his phone.
Even by the time Bai Shuijin got into the bathwater, there was no sign of Wang Huanxiu coming in.
In the past, he would have been leaning on Wang Huanxiu’s shoulder by now, enjoying having his arms and legs massaged.
His chin submerged below the water surface, and he stared at the bathroom door, almost drilling a hole through it with his gaze. Wasn’t laogong-ge usually the most proactive one during baths?
While Bai Shuijin was bathing inside, Wang Huanxiu was outside contacting Chen Ji on his phone.
[What is my relationship with the lead dancer?]
Chen Ji was at a hotel, eating takeout. Just as he was finding it unbearably bad, he saw Wang Huanxiu’s message.
Lead dancer? Is this referring to Mr. Bai?
What is their relationship?
Is Wang Huanxiu developing Alzheimer’s at twenty-nine?
Chen Ji thought this in his mind, but his hands honestly typed out a response.
[President Wang, you and Mr. Bai Shuijin are legally married husbands.]
He made sure to be detailed.
Perhaps tonight he was just a part of this couple’s play.
Wang Huanxiu looked at the words on the screen and almost crushed his phone.
He was married? To that lead dancer?
This news really shocked him.
Wang Huanxiu glanced toward the bathroom. So his name was Bai Shuijin.
Today, Bai Shuijin ended up bathing alone. When he came out, he seemed somewhat unhappy.
They had agreed long ago to always bathe together, but now he was by himself.
After four years of marriage, had their feelings faded?
Bai Shuijin’s mouth was pouting so much that a bottle of oil could be hung on it. He came out of the bathroom drying his hair. He was wearing only pajama tops because he disliked sleeping in pants.
When he slept, his legs always liked to rest on something. If Wang Huanxiu was there, they would rest on him.
His legs were long and straight, fleshy but still well-defined.
When they were intimate, Wang Huanxiu’s favorite position was to put Bai Shuijin’s legs over his shoulders, biting and nibbling them in the heat of passion.
Bai Shuijin deliberately walked a circle in front of him.
Wang Huanxiu saw Bai Shuijin’s legs and forced himself to look away.
Bai Shuijin: OAO!
From the moment they met today, Wang Huanxiu had been giving off an unapproachable aura all evening, giving Bai Shuijin the feeling that he had fallen out of love just like that.
When they went to sleep at night, Wang Huanxiu also slept far away, and in his bathrobe.
There was enough space between them to fit a Siberian forest.
Bai Shuijin called to him, but there was no response. He didn’t know if he was asleep or just ignoring him.
They usually slept wrapped in each other’s arms.
Bai Shuijin’s eyes were full of resentment.
He noticed that something was off about Wang Huanxiu, but he couldn’t tell what was off.
After more than a week apart, the other party’s attitude has been very cold. The two of them were like a sexy wife and an impotent husband.
Deep in the night, Wang Huanxiu only felt himself growing hotter and hotter. He felt an indescribable sensation, his breathing grew heavier, and he even clenched his teeth in his sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Bai Shuijin sitting on top of him. He was lost in his own actions, trembling but still moving up and down.
Seeing everything clearly, Wang Huanxiu’s pupils constricted. “What are you doing?”
Seeing that Wang Huanxiu was awake, Bai Shuijin leaned down. By now, the bathrobe Wang Huanxiu had tightly wrapped himself in before sleep had already come open.
Bai Shuijin’s panting sounds fell beside his ear, one after another. After not seeing each other for so long, he missed Wang Huanxiu and he missed that part of him too.
Their upper bodies pressed together, skin rubbing against skin. Bai Shuijin tried to kiss him, and Wang Huanxiu subconsciously moved to meet his lips but, coming to his senses, turned his face away.
Bai Shuijin missed his target, and the tightening of that place below made Wang Huanxiu gasp sharply, unable to suppress a low groan.
Bai Shuijin looked at him sadly. “Don’t you like me anymore? Don’t you love me anymore?”
