Zhuge Qi’s breathing had already lost its rhythm. It was becoming heavier, increasingly disordered and hurried.
He wanted to kiss Fu Sang’s lips, but every time he moved slightly closer, Fu Sang would teasingly lean back a little. He remained just out of reach, and Fu Sang never let him truly kiss him.
“Speak.”
Zhuge Qi’s lower abdomen was pressed against him. He wanted to retreat, but Fu Sang deliberately continued pressing forward.
“…We only got to know each other this morning, Fu Sang.”
Zhuge Qi managed to recover a little of his reason.
“I want a little more time. I don’t want what we have to be just a fleeting relationship that lasts only a night or two.”
“Wrong.”
Fu Sang finally gave Zhuge Qi the kiss he wanted, but unfortunately, it was only a brief touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Fu Sang’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
“We’ve known each other for a thousand years.”
Zhuge Qi was similar to Qi Changying, yet there were also so many differences between them.
For example, Fu Sang could feel Zhuge Qi’s rising body temperature, his rapid heartbeat, and his hot, hurried breathing… When he became aroused, the scent on his body grew even stronger.
Fu Sang could also touch his burning skin, explore everything hidden beneath his clothes, and look directly at his desire, which was no longer sealed by death. He could clearly feel that all of it had been stirred up by him.
“I’ll ask you one more time.”
Fu Sang lowered his head and leaned close to Zhuge Qi’s ear, whispering to him:
“Do you want to make love to me?”
Zhuge Qi’s fingers slowly curled.
He instinctively wanted to embrace him, but his hands were tightly bound, leaving him unable to move.
His entire being was laid bare before Fu Sang, entirely at his mercy.
He closed his eyes and finally surrendered.
“I want to…”
And so, the scent of lilies quickly filled every corner of the room. The sky outside the window gradually darkened until it finally turned completely black.
The room also sank into endless night. Later, the warm bedside lamp was switched on, and its gentle light illuminated the disarray in the room, where clothes and bedsheets were crumpled and scattered all over the floor.
The red cords binding Zhuge Qi’s wrists to the headboard alternately loosened and tightened, sometimes trembling with the rhythm.
Finally, someone used a knife to cut the cords. The small knife fell to the floor. It should have made a crisp sound, but that sound was drowned out by other noises.
Fu Sang used to think that only pain could prove he was still alive. Later, he discovered that kissing Qi Changying could do that too.
Now he realized that sex could as well, and the impact it had on him was even more intense than the first two.
He and Zhuge Qi spent five utterly absurd days together.
Their days and nights were reversed. They indulged in pleasure in broad daylight. It seemed like they did nothing but make love every day. Even exchanging a glance could ignite a fire. They seemed addicted to each other’s bodies, and once they embraced, neither wanted to let go.
The room was filled with their scent.
Fu Sang thought the room was too hot and didn’t smell very good, so he opened the small attic window.
Cold air blew in, finally dispersing some of the lingering atmosphere that filled the room.
Zhuge Qi had many chaotic and disordered dreams.
In his dreams, one moment he was on a battlefield, and the next he was surrounded by flames.
More often, he was beside someone. That person carried a scent that fascinated him, and he wanted to stay by his side at all times, never parting.
Zhuge Qi wanted to grasp those memories, but they slipped away far too quickly. Before they could leave him with even one complete impression, they had already vanished.
Later, the face of the person in his dreams gradually became clearer, until he finally reached scenes that Zhuge Qi had truly experienced.
That person was always looking down at him, his expression rather arrogant.
He was accustomed to taking the lead in everything and liked being in the dominant position, no matter what it was.
He was also very assertive, unwilling to reveal any weakness or flaw. He would rather grit his teeth than make even the slightest unusual sound.
Zhuge Qi heard his deliberately restrained, hurried breathing. He saw the slight trembling of the fingers holding his cigarette. Through the strands of hair swaying rhythmically, he caught sight of his slightly dazed eyes.
“Fu Sang…”
Zhuge Qi heard himself calling his name.
“Don’t… Stop for a moment. I want to…”
But Fu Sang refused his request.
He said:
“You’re mine.”
Then he said:
“Everything related to you has to belong to me too.”
And he also said:
“…Give it to me. Give me everything.”
Afterward, Fu Sang grabbed his neck and kissed him fiercely. Zhuge Qi’s nose was lightly brushed by his hair. After those soft strands swayed violently a few times, he could no longer hold back and gave Fu Sang what he wanted, just as Fu Sang wished.
Then the scene changed. He felt warm breathing beside his ear, along with Fu Sang’s low voice.
“Do you still want to come inside?”
It was like the seductive song of a sea demon, heard by a young captain deep beneath the ocean:
“Call me Master,
“And I’ll give you the power. This time, I’ll let you take the lead.”
Zhuge Qi called him in a hoarse, low voice. Fu Sang then fulfilled his promise and used a knife to cut the red cords around Zhuge Qi’s wrists.
Having regained his freedom, Zhuge Qi immediately did what he wanted to do. He reached out and tightly embraced that person.
Then the knife slipped from his hand, their positions changed, and Fu Sang was pressed into the soft pillow.
He reached behind and grabbed the edge of the pillow. His breathing grew increasingly deep and hurried, and even his knees trembled uncontrollably.
After a long while, during a brief moment of distraction, he gently curled his lips into a smile. Before kissing Zhuge Qi, he cursed in a hoarse voice:
“Mad dog.”
…
There were far too many scenes like this, and Zhuge Qi wanted to keep every single one of them for himself.
Later, a cold breeze drifted in through the window, and the chill of early spring woke Zhuge Qi.
He slowly opened his eyes.
There was some weight on top of him. Fu Sang was lying asleep on him.
This person was domineering when awake and domineering even when asleep. He insisted on lying on top of him like this, clinging to him and keeping watch over him. Yet he was also a light sleeper, and even the slightest movement could wake him.
So even after waking up, Zhuge Qi didn’t dare move too much. He only raised a hand and gently pulled the blanket up to cover Fu Sang’s shoulders. Then he wrapped his arms around his waist and quietly lay with him for a while.
But even though Zhuge Qi’s movements were extremely gentle, Fu Sang was still woken up.
Zhuge Qi really liked the expression on Fu Sang’s face as he woke up from sleep.
His brows would be slightly furrowed, his eyes sleepy and confused. After opening them, he would instinctively look around at his surroundings first, like some kind of wary little animal.
“Morning.”
Zhuge Qi spoke gently.
Fu Sang responded with a muffled sound, his voice slightly nasal.
Even though he was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, he still closed them and leaned over, searching for a kiss from Zhuge Qi.
Zhuge Qi raised a hand to support the back of his head and kissed him very earnestly.
Neither of them was the first to stop this kiss. They had been like this for the past few days: once they touched each other, they couldn’t stop.
Zhuge Qi’s fingertips traced Fu Sang’s shoulder blades, then followed the slightly sunken groove along his spine downward. Just as he was about to explore further, Fu Sang raised his head slightly and released him first.
“What time is it?” Fu Sang asked.
Zhuge Qi hadn’t developed a sense of time yet, and there was no clock in the attic, so he couldn’t answer.
Fu Sang hadn’t really expected him to know anyway.
He reached for his phone, but after pressing it for a long time without the screen lighting up, he realized that the battery had long since run out and the phone had shut down.
He then struggled to find the charging cable and connect it. Afterward, he lay on Zhuge Qi for a while longer, waiting for the phone to turn on before sitting up again.
It was a little past six in the morning.
There was enough time.
Since he was already awake, and there was nothing else to do anyway…
He tossed the phone aside, kissed Zhuge Qi again, and pulled his hand over, guiding him to do what they had wanted to do earlier but hadn’t finished.
After fooling around for another two hours, Fu Sang climbed off Zhuge Qi and wanted to pull a couple of tissues from the bedside table. But when he reached over, he discovered that they had already been used up.
Helpless, he casually picked up a piece of clothing from the floor. Seeing that it belonged to Zhuge Qi didn’t make him stop.
He used the crumpled garment to wipe his lower abdomen and thighs.
“Wash it yourself later.”
Afterward, he threw the clothes back onto the floor and got out of bed.
He hadn’t worn clothes for several days. After finding a clean short-sleeved shirt on the clothes rack and putting it on, he actually found the feeling somewhat unfamiliar.
“Where are you going?” Zhuge Qi hadn’t completely recovered from the sensations just now. He looked at Fu Sang and asked.
“To take a shower.”
Fu Sang replied:
“It’s the first day of school for me today. I have to go and register.”
Zhuge Qi thought for a moment.
“Can I come with you?”
Fu Sang didn’t know whether he was asking about taking a shower or going to school. Either way, it didn’t matter.
“Suit yourself.”
Fu Sang went downstairs. Seeing this, Zhuge Qi also climbed out of bed.
By the time he went downstairs, the sound of running water was already coming from the bathroom.
He thought for a moment, then decided to simply push the door open and go inside.
The two of them tangled together and took a long shower.
Zhuge Qi carefully and thoroughly removed all the things he had left inside Fu Sang’s body with his own hands.
When Fu Sang came out, there were two more marks on his back. He rubbed his hair with a towel, walked over to the clothes rack, and found some clothes for Zhuge Qi.
His clothes were relatively loose, so they didn’t look ill-fitting on Zhuge Qi. After taking off his loose Taoist-style clothes and changing into a thick sweatshirt and jeans, he looked just like a college student.
Later, Fu Sang thought of something else: he was originally at the age when people went to college.
Thinking this, Fu Sang silently withdrew his gaze and concentrated on hanging the Weeping-Soul Coins and magical artifacts around his waist.
Seeing this, Zhuge Qi imitated him. He found the string of cinnabar beads he had taken off a few days earlier, and put them around his wrist.
Fu Sang found it somewhat amusing.
“What, do you have your own magical artifacts to wear too?”
Zhuge Qi was slightly taken aback, then smiled.
“I’m not sure if they’re magical artifacts. I’ve been wearing them ever since I woke up.”
Hearing this, Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly and walked over to examine them closely.
Apart from some ordinary spells to ward off evil, there was nothing else on them.
It seemed that those old bastards weren’t entirely free of guilt about using some evil method to keep Qi Changying’s body in their family. They had given him all these things to ward off evil. Were they afraid he would suddenly turn into a ghost and devour their entire family?
“They’re for warding off evil.” Fu Sang released the beads on his wrist.
“Wear them for fun.”
As he spoke, Fu Sang picked up his coat from the sofa and put it on.
He habitually reached into his pocket. But when his hand went inside, he touched something unfamiliar, hard and cold.
Fu Sang paused in that position for a long time before remembering that it was the phone he had bought with Huo Wei a few days ago.
“…”
Fu Sang slowly furrowed his brows.
After a moment, as if he had made some kind of decision, he somewhat stiffly took out the phone along with its charging cable and handed it to Zhuge Qi.
“Take it.”
Zhuge Qi looked at him, somewhat bewildered, then accepted the object from his hand.
Everyone Zhuge Qi had ever seen had one of these square objects with a glowing screen. It was called a mobile phone. It could be used to check the time, make calls, and pay for things. Fu Sang also seemed to use one when he took a taxi home that day.
Zhuge Qi had no money, so naturally he had no phone either.
Actually, he originally wanted to ask Fu Sang if there was some way for him to quickly adapt to the world outside the mountains. At the very least, he wanted to be able to go wherever he wished and contact whoever he wanted at any time, instead of standing alone in a world of traffic and steel, feeling lost like an outsider.
Who would have thought that before he could even ask, Fu Sang would take the initiative to teach him.
“Country bumpkin, don’t cause me trouble now that you’re in the big city. This is the contacts list. Open it, press this number, then this one, and you can call me. This is WeChat. Open it. This person is me. Tap on it and you can send me messages. You don’t know how to type, do you? I’ve set the keyboard to handwriting input. If you’re too lazy to write, just press this.”
Fu Sang held down the voice message button and held the phone in front of him.
“Speak.”
Zhuge Qi looked at him and tentatively said:
“…Fu Sang?”
After he finished speaking, Fu Sang released the button and, right in front of him, tapped the green speech bubble that appeared on the screen.
Zhuge Qi then heard his own voice come out of it.
“Got it?” Fu Sang asked.
“I got it.” Zhuge Qi nodded.
“You can explore the other apps yourself when you have time. If there’s anything you want to buy, tap this.”
Fu Sang opened the scanning interface again.
“Point your phone at the green QR code displayed by the shop. After the interface switches, enter the price and then tap Pay. The password is six sevens.”
“…”
Hearing this, Zhuge Qi seemed a little embarrassed.
“Fu Sang, I don’t have any money.”
Actually, he was planning to ask whether there was a suitable way for him to earn money. But Fu Sang said:
“I know you’re a penniless pauper. My card is linked to it.”
Fu Sang slapped the phone back into Zhuge Qi’s arms and raised an eyebrow slightly.
“I have money.”
Fu Sang’s expression and posture when he said this should have been quite charming, because Zhuge Qi looked at him and seemed somewhat distracted.
After a moment, he smiled faintly and joked:
“Can I spend it freely?”
“You’re asking that? Do you think I can’t afford to support you?” Fu Sang scoffed.
After a pause, probably because saying that made him feel uncomfortable all over, he habitually added:
“Keeping a lover costs money. I’ve been sleeping with you at high intensity for so many days. I should at least give you some compensation.”
Zhuge Qi lowered his eyes and looked at the phone in his hand. After a moment, he said:
“Then I’d better not spend it.”
“?”
“I don’t want money to define our relationship.”
“.”
“Why don’t you take the phone back too…”
“Get lost. If you don’t want it, throw it away.”
Fu Sang turned and walked away as if he had been bitten by a snake.
Only when he reached the door did he hear a soft laugh from behind him.
Only then did Fu Sang realize that this guy might have done it on purpose.
Good.
He hadn’t even learned how to type yet, but he had already mastered acting like a pitiful green tea without a teacher.
Fu Sang raised an eyebrow slightly, just about to lose his temper, when he heard Zhuge Qi call his name.
“Zhuge Fusang,”
What now?
Fu Sang frowned impatiently, but before he could turn around, he heard the rest of Zhuge Qi’s sentence.
“I really love you.”
