Even if they stayed holed up here all morning without going out, Fu Si Heng figured the guy wouldn’t come asking, wouldn’t show any suspicion to Tao Zhi—he’d just pretend not to know, not ask, not mention, not look, and carry on as usual.
Fu Si Heng was good at reading people.
He could tell what kind of person someone was at a glance.
But that thought only lingered in his mind for an instant before vanishing.
Whatever.
Tao Zhi was friends with that boss and the photographer.
Fu Si Heng didn’t care about embarrassing himself, but Tao Zhi couldn’t afford that—he’d have to keep coming back.
“The arm ring is fastened too tight—isn’t it chafing?” Fu Si Heng changed the subject.
“Yeah, it kinda is.” Hearing him, Tao Zhi turned his head to look at his arm and saw it was red: “I’ll have Rong Huai adjust it for me later.”
The arm ring on Tao Zhi’s arm was made of leather.
Pure black with a metal heart clasp. It was Tao Zhi’s first time wearing such an accessory on his arm, and operating it single-handedly, it made sense he couldn’t control the tightness.
He didn’t have much meat on his arms, but because it was too tight, it actually squeezed out some plumpness.
“Why ask him? I’m not dead.” Fu Si Heng’s tone dripped with sourness—even this made him jealous, the incarnation of vinegar itself.
He undid the clasp, adjusted it to fit Tao Zhi perfectly: “There.”
Once done, Fu Si Heng suddenly leaned closer to Tao Zhi and planted a kiss on his earlobe.
Tao Zhi froze.
It was a very light, fleeting kiss—logically, Tao Zhi shouldn’t have felt much.
But after these two weeks of alone time with Fu Si Heng… excessive. The previously innocent, pure little guy had now tried almost every position and weird play except the final step.
Fu Si Heng had touched almost everywhere he could touch.
The most excessive time was when he used his fingers…
Just yesterday.
But still, they hadn’t gone all the way.
After Tao Zhi felt good, Fu Si Heng reached for a condom, but when he turned back, Tao Zhi had fallen asleep.
Fu Si Heng laughed in exasperation but didn’t wake him.
At this point, Fu Si Heng wasn’t in any rush—he enjoyed savoring it slowly, bit by bit, and this experience seemed even better.
For Tao Zhi, though, it was a bit torturous.
Not a spot on his body had escaped being licked, touched, kissed. So now, whenever Fu Si Heng got a little close, Tao Zhi’s legs went weak. Recalling the sensation of that scorching, hot, strong, powerful body covering him…
Just thinking about it made him…
He couldn’t even look straight at him.
Tao Zhi’s eyelashes trembled as he stiffly dodged away.
He really… had developed a conditioned reflex.
Even this morning when he woke up, his legs had been soft.
Weren’t college students supposed to have the best stamina? At his age, full of youthful vigor—how had Fu Si Heng reduced him to this?
He couldn’t figure it out.
Tao Zhi’s eyes shifted.
“Still going out?” Fu Si Heng asked.
“Mm… right away.” Tao Zhi snapped back, suddenly remembering something as he grabbed Fu Si Heng’s arm: “Wait, I have something to tell you.”
Fu Si Heng: “Hm?”
“Can you not go to the studio later?” Tao Zhi wheedled softly with Fu Si Heng: “I already can’t relax as it is—if you go, I’ll be even more stiff. I don’t want to hold up everyone else’s work. Finish early, and we can all clock out sooner.”
“Oh.” Fu Si Heng got it.
He wanted Tao Zhi to wrap up early and come back too.
After all, there were important things to do that afternoon.
“Sure.” Not even teasing him, Fu Si Heng agreed readily.
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The shoot went smoothly. Two hours in the morning wrapped up, they grabbed lunch at the mall, then did another hour in the afternoon, finishing around two.
Rong Huai was very satisfied with Tao Zhi’s performance that day.
Though he’d been stiff at first, once the camera focused on him, he quickly found the feeling and state from last time. He was getting more and more proficient—Rong Huai was thrilled and kept praising him nonstop while removing makeup.
Tao Zhi felt a bit embarrassed from all the compliments and squeezed in a question amid the praise: “So, I’ll move my stuff out later then?”
“Sure, but with so much stuff, won’t it be hard for you guys to move?” Rong Huai said, calling out two names behind him: “Help out Little Zhi later.”
“!” Tao Zhi was surprised and hurried to thank him: “Thanks, Rong Huai bro.”
“No big deal.” Rong Huai smiled: “Store’s not busy today anyway.”
After removing makeup, moving the clothes took nearly another hour.
There was just too much—one car couldn’t fit it all. Fu Si Heng called his assistant to get people over for help, making it a huge production like they were moving the whole shop.
Tao Zhi bustled about too.
He packed the valuable accessories into a jewelry box and personally carried it down, placing it on the back seat of Fu Si Heng’s car.
Then he spotted a familiar piece of clothing.
Tao Zhi paused.
He stood with the car door open, knee against the leather seat, holding that black mini dress in his hand.
That was the outfit he’d worn just an hour ago…
Hadn’t he given it back to Rong Huai?
How did it end up here?
Tao Zhi’s expression turned puzzled. He turned to Fu Si Heng standing outside the car and hesitantly said: “Fu bro, you grabbed the wrong one—this is Rong Huai’s sample, not mine.”
“Did you grab the wrong one? I’ll return it…”
“No mistake. Not anymore.”
Fu Si Heng calmly told Tao Zhi: “I’ve already bought it.”
Tao Zhi: “?”
“Ah…” Tao Zhi froze.
