After dinner, it was already eight in the evening. Xu Yujia didn’t drag Tao Zhi around anymore. After resting in the living room for a while, she said goodbye to them and went upstairs to exercise.
Tao Zhi was led by Fu Si Heng to his room.
The old residence wasn’t much different from where Fu Si Heng lived now; both had the exact same minimalist and cool style. But what was different was that here, in Fu Si Heng’s room, there were actually trophies and photos.
As soon as Tao Zhi entered the room, his eyes were drawn to the photo frame on the desk.
It was a much younger Fu Si Heng, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, on the sea, single-handedly controlling a sailboat.
The photo was very handsome.
The boy’s handsome features, hair lifted by the sea breeze, and T-shirt.
Fu Si Heng himself probably thought it was well taken, which was why it had been developed and placed in the room.
At least, the teenage Fu Si Heng had thought so.
But the handsomeness he considered back then was definitely not because of his looks, but rather his perfect control of the sailboat.
Tao Zhi was the complete opposite.
Compared to this sport he didn’t know, what Tao Zhi cared more about was clearly the past Fu Si Heng.
Compared to now, his appearance seemed a bit greener, the coldness in his brows and eyes less steady like a mature man, but more flamboyant, with a very free and unrestrained youthful vibe.
Tao Zhi stared at the photo frame for a long time. Fu Si Heng didn’t disturb him and quietly stood by his side. After a while, Tao Zhi turned his head on his own, his gaze falling on Fu Si Heng beside him.
“Actually, Fu Zheng doesn’t look much like you.”
Tao Zhi said sincerely.
He thought back to what Fu Si Heng had said on the road in his hometown last month.
At that time, he had seen Fu Si Heng dealing with the bratty kid and felt that Fu Si Heng and Fu Zheng really looked alike.
For example, in demeanor and actions, including the expression when scolding someone—it looked very similar, with the exact same mocking tone.
Fu Si Heng hadn’t refuted it back then and even teased Tao Zhi, saying he could imagine what he looked like at seventeen or eighteen.
Tao Zhi had a few images in mind at the time, but Fu Si Heng rejected them one by one.
Now, seeing Fu Si Heng’s photo, he finally knew.
After all, they were blood brothers; some side profiles were indeed similar. If you didn’t look closely, there was a hazy sense of resemblance.
But it was just looks.
The vibes were completely different.
Fu Si Heng had a lazy, relaxed feel—unrestrained, flamboyant, carefree. Fu Zheng, on the other hand, seemed more like a playboy with a strong aggressive edge.
Not really alike, yet a little bit.
“I don’t think so either,” Fu Si Heng agreed.
“Good-looking.” Tao Zhi praised him generously and straightforwardly, as if it slipped out naturally.
But after praising, he felt a bit embarrassed and turned his head away, pretending to be busy.
Fu Si Heng raised an eyebrow, turned his face back, pinched his cheek, and kissed him. His tongue slipped into his mouth, rubbing the slightly bulging soft flesh on his cheek with his fingertip while wantonly licking him. Only after he’d had enough did he pull back and suck on his lip.
The slightly puffed, fleshy lips felt like eating jelly in his mouth. After sucking enough, he thrust back in, going back and forth tirelessly.
Kissing Fu Si Heng sometimes made just the mouth swell from the making out, the tongue root numb, and it hard to breathe.
When Tao Zhi couldn’t take it anymore, he would turn his face away, not letting Fu Si Heng kiss him.
Usually, at that point, Fu Si Heng would let him go.
After it happened many times, Tao Zhi would try to slack off and deliberately turn away. Then Fu Si Heng would chase after and continue kissing.
It was strange.
This had become an unsolved mystery for Tao Zhi—how did Fu Si Heng tell the difference?
When they finally separated, Tao Zhi’s mouth was glistening and kissed to a bright red. He licked his lips himself, then lifted his eyes and was met with Fu Si Heng’s burning gaze, making his cheeks heat up.
Tao Zhi’s gaze flickered away, his fingers at his side curling slightly. He changed the subject: “Am I sleeping in your room tonight? With you?”
“Of course,” Fu Si Heng replied as if it were a given.
Okay.
Tao Zhi had known the answer already.
But knowing was one thing; after hearing Fu Si Heng say it, he scratched his face and asked softly, negotiating with Fu Si Heng: “Then, can we not do it tonight?”
Because one of them was working and the other going to school, and Tao Zhi wouldn’t let Fu Si Heng come find him on weekdays, their time together was limited to just the two weekend days.
For a couple in the heat of passion, it was pure torment.
Especially for an old man like Fu Si Heng, whose “old house was on fire” after being single for nearly thirty years and finally experiencing love.
Every time they met, Fu Si Heng wanted him so badly that he’d kiss for a good ten minutes first, and at night, it was like collecting “public grain”—he wouldn’t stop until the early hours of the morning.
