Chapter 51: Hiding Part 3

If they ended up as bros, Fu Zheng would not know where to cry.

This was a serious issue that needed correcting.

Xu Yujia was furious with Fu Zheng, but facing Tao Zhi, her expression softened into a kind smile. “Mian Mian, we’ll go find his big brother first. Wait a bit and rest—we’ll be right back.”

“Okay, okay.” Tao Zhi nodded frantically.

Xu Yujia grabbed Fu Zheng’s arm and dragged him out.

“Mom, stop interfering, okay? I really have something important to ask.” Fu Zheng could not take it. “Where could Fu Si Heng go? Just around here—you can look yourself.”

Xu Yujia: “Don’t call me like that. Come out—I have something serious to teach you.”

…

The door closed.

Tao Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His legs had nearly given out. Once the door shut, he wiped nonexistent sweat from his brow, then touched his face and opened his phone’s camera to check what was up—why had Fu Zheng reacted so strongly?

Nothing was wrong.

The mark was barely noticeable, just a bit red on his cheek, looking like blush. Since when did Fu Zheng have such sharp eyes?

Tao Zhi still did not dare let Fu Si Heng out, fearing Fu Zheng might double back. He went to the door and pressed his ear against it to eavesdrop.

The mother and son were in the hallway, their voices deliberately lowered, but Tao Zhi could make out bits.

Xu Yujia scolded Fu Zheng, saying he must speak gently to girls, be patient, not rude or impatient, and drop the bro talk.

Was his brain pinched?

Saying something like “not a girl.”

Good thing his mom was quick and interrupted.

Most importantly, do not ogle her like that—how did I raise such a shameless kid?

Tao Zhi: “…”

Fu Zheng, of course, was unconvinced and argued back, saying things were not as she thought—he was not rude or shameless.

The mother-son argument lasted a while before stopping.

The voices were faint, and Tao Zhi did not catch everything, but he heard their footsteps leaving. Only then did he safely open the closet door.

Fu Si Heng was still inside.

The closet was cramped; Fu Si Heng’s limbs could not straighten, and he looked rather disheveled when the door opened.

“Sorry, Fu Bro—it was too urgent just now.” Tao Zhi apologized. “Was it uncomfortable?”

Fu Si Heng: “It’s fine.”

It was uncomfortable, but no need to tell Tao Zhi.

He said nothing, preparing to exit and claim his reward for the help—

Click. The doorknob depressed suddenly.

Fu Zheng had no manners and never knocked. After shaking off Xu Yujia, he returned to Tao Zhi’s room and opened the door directly.

In the nick of time, Tao Zhi instinctively shoved Fu Si Heng back into the closet.

In his haste, Tao Zhi pushed a bit hard, and Fu Si Heng’s shoulder bumped the closet. Tao Zhi quickly asked, “Are you okay?”

Fu Si Heng did not reply. Tao Zhi turned as the door began to open. Forgetting Fu Si Heng momentarily, he moved to shut it—

His wrist was suddenly seized. Before he could react, he was pulled into the closet.

Tao Zhi was stunned.

He tried to get out, but Fu Si Heng gripped his waist tightly and shut the closet door.

At the same time, the room door opened.

“I still think something’s off.” As the door opened, Fu Zheng’s voice rang out. “What’s up with your face anyway… Where is he?”

Fu Zheng entered, but the room was empty.

“No way.” Fu Zheng was baffled.

He had just been in the hallway, right?

Tao Zhi had not left, but now no one was in the room?

Fu Zheng was dumbfounded.

His first thought was that the little fool had fallen into the lake.

Damn. On second thought, it was totally something Tao Zhi might do. Fu Zheng rushed to the window, ready to jump in and save him.

But the lake surface was calm, without even a ripple—let alone cries for help.

…

Inside the closet.

Tao Zhi was dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth, incredulous and confused about why Fu Si Heng had pulled him in.

“Helping you hide, of course. Didn’t I promise earlier? I keep my word.”

The closet was tiny; Tao Zhi and Fu Si Heng squeezed together, with Tao Zhi practically sprawled in Fu Si Heng’s arms.

Fu Si Heng held his waist, speaking almost into his ear in a very low voice. The warm breath brought a tingling, strange sensation. “Now Fu Zheng definitely won’t find out about us?”

Tao Zhi: “…”

What kind of twisted logic is that!

Tao Zhi thought Fu Si Heng was too much—he did not consider that a living person vanishing from the room could not be hidden!

Tao Zhi was dying of anxiety and wanted to scold him, but before he could speak, his earlobe was suddenly engulfed.

The soft, hot flesh was teased between lips and teeth, lightly bitten, marked with teeth, then licked upward over every inch of his ear.

The sticky wet sounds were especially clear and loud in the quiet space.

Tao Zhi was going crazy.

Besides the wet sounds, he heard his own heartbeat, Fu Si Heng’s heartbeat, and…

The footsteps drawing ever closer.