The man’s thin lips were trapped behind the cold silver grid, his movement halted abruptly.
The muzzle really stopped Fu Si Heng.
Even at such close range, Fu Si Heng couldn’t kiss him.
How amazing.
Tao Zhi blinked, swallowing the words he had been about to say.
“Tch.” Fu Si Heng made a sound, but his expression didn’t change. With his action interrupted, he leaned over instead to unbuckle Tao Zhi’s seatbelt. “Let’s go inside.”
“Okay.” Now Tao Zhi had nothing more to worry about.
He opened the car door and followed Fu Si Heng into the elevator, glancing at him frequently along the way.
At first out of curiosity, but as he looked, a peculiar new feeling emerged.
He couldn’t comprehend the secret thrill of restraint that stirred in Fu Si Heng. He simply found it odd, and that Fu Si Heng really resembled that big black dog.
The intimidating pressure from Fu Si Heng’s build and stern features suddenly vanished, his sense of danger dropping sharply. Standing next to him, Tao Zhi no longer worried about sudden kisses or teasing; his mood lightened considerably.
If only Fu Si Heng could keep wearing it—
No, no, he couldn’t think that way.
Tao Zhi quickly suppressed the thought as soon as it arose.
An honest kid like him had no sense of taboo, no concept of submission or the thrill of dominance.
He felt it wasn’t right to use an animal’s thing on a person; it was insulting.
Insulting others was wrong.
Even if it meant the “dog” truly couldn’t bite him anymore.
But his morals wouldn’t allow such thoughts.
Tao Zhi shook off the messy ideas in his head. When the elevator reached the 70th floor, he hurried after Fu Si Heng.
Fu Si Heng was right; his home was huge.
A top-floor duplex with five bedrooms, three living rooms, three bathrooms, and a massive swimming pool on the balcony… This must count as a terrace.
The top-floor terrace.
So this was the life of the wealthy. No wonder Fu Zheng always complained about the dorm.
Tao Zhi hadn’t understood back then, thinking Fu Zheng was just a spoiled young master who was too picky. But now, seeing Fu Si Heng’s house…
He got it.
If he lived in a place like this, it was normal for Fu Zheng to think the dorm bathroom wasn’t as big as his home’s.
Fu Zheng’s behavior all made sense.
Wait, Fu Zheng.
Tao Zhi finally remembered his long-forgotten boss and turned to Fu Si Heng with nervous eyes. “D-Do you live alone?”
Fu Si Heng: “?”
“Of course.” Fu Si Heng answered.
Good, that was good.
Tao Zhi let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed wealthy brothers didn’t live together.
Thank goodness, or if he ran into Fu Zheng tonight, he’d be done for.
Thinking of Fu Zheng, while Fu Si Heng wasn’t paying attention, Tao Zhi sneakily checked WeChat and sent him a message.
Fu Zheng didn’t reply.
During the time Tao Zhi had forgotten about Fu Zheng, it seemed Fu Zheng had forgotten him too, never once reaching out.
He was probably having fun with old friends. Tao Zhi didn’t dwell on it and soon put him out of mind again.
Fu Si Heng arranged Tao Zhi’s room right next to the master bedroom.
The room was quite large. After setting down his suitcase, Tao Zhi looked around for a bit before going out.
Fu Si Heng wasn’t in the adjacent master bedroom; the door stood open, empty inside. Tao Zhi poked his head in, then went downstairs to find him. He spotted Fu Si Heng at the kitchen counter.
He was heating milk.
Tao Zhi’s steps halted.
This scene felt rather surreal.
A tall man in a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows exposing muscular arms, stood at the counter wearing a restraining animal muzzle…
…While doing something so domestic as heating milk.
Tao Zhi’s eyes went blank for a moment. When he snapped back, Fu Si Heng had already seen him.
“Going to shower and sleep? It’s getting late.”
It was past ten at night, late for Tao Zhi since he always went to bed at eleven sharp.
Normally, he’d be scrolling videos to wind down by now.
Yet here he was, wandering the house.
Fu Si Heng: “Shower now, have some milk, and you’ll sleep soundly.”
“I’ll go later. You…” Tao Zhi stopped midway.
He felt that making Fu Si Heng wear this thing out of his own selfish reasons was too much bullying.
He was being bad, yet Fu Si Heng was heating milk for him.
This wasn’t right; he really shouldn’t.
A sense of guilt welled up in Tao Zhi, and he spoke first. “You should take this off.”
“Hm? Why?” Fu Si Heng countered. “Doesn’t this make you feel more secure?”
Clearly, Tao Zhi’s shifting emotions in the car hadn’t escaped Fu Si Heng’s notice.
Tao Zhi’s little ploy was exposed on the spot, leaving him embarrassed.
His cheeks warmed slightly as he denied it. “No… Well, a little. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Good.” Fu Si Heng said. “Then come over and take it off for me.”
Tao Zhi paused.
Fu Si Heng: “Hm?”
“Oh.” He agreed obediently.
He had put it on, so taking it off was no issue.
Tao Zhi walked toward him.
The muzzle, worn for less than half an hour, was now removed by the wearer himself. Tao Zhi’s beautiful fingers threaded through Fu Si Heng’s black hair, unfastening the buckle.
Tao Zhi moved very carefully.
As he undid it, he looked at Fu Si Heng. The cage detached from the man’s face; the cold leather and gleaming metal grid, under the bright overhead light, made Fu Si Heng’s features appear even sharper and more dangerous.
It felt like unleashing a fierce dog from its cage.
Tao Zhi thought his idea absurd and hurriedly set the removed muzzle on the counter. “There, all—”
“Baby, so kind-hearted,” Fu Si Heng murmured.
Tao Zhi: “Ah?”
The moment he opened his mouth, the next second, he was lifted and sat on the counter, Fu Si Heng’s hands braced on either side of him.
It happened so suddenly.
The abrupt lift made Tao Zhi’s eyes widen; he instinctively hugged Fu Si Heng’s neck.
Before his butt even settled on the counter, the soft flesh of his neck was suddenly nipped between teeth.
