Tao Zhi’s reaction surprised Fu Si Heng.
He had clearly been teased until the corners of his eyes reddened, until he gasped for breath and turned his face away to dodge, yet now he took the initiative to offer himself up again.
Fu Si Heng’s large palm pressed against Tao Zhi’s back. The calluses on his fingertips ground against him, making his body instinctively lurch forward to escape. But after a momentary pause, he pressed himself even tighter against Fu Si Heng.
Was he trying this hard?
A satisfying sense of pleasure surged in Fu Si Heng’s heart.
The scene was truly comforting.
The pretty, slender little guy clutched at the clothes on his chest, desperately trying to get closer, practically crawling into his embrace.
If it weren’t for the armrests on the wooden chair limiting his movements, Fu Si Heng reasonably suspected that Tao Zhi might have wrapped his legs around his waist to sit even tighter, not leaving even the slightest gap.
With such a posture that seemed determined to plaster himself completely against Fu Si Heng’s body, that short skirt must have ridden up. Then, with the soft skin of his inner thighs rubbing against his waist…
Even as he devoured Tao Zhi’s lips, Fu Si Heng couldn’t stop his mind from wandering with such imagery.
The scene stimulated him until his breathing grew even heavier.
His scorching, burning breaths made Tao Zhi involuntarily tilt his head back, only for Fu Si Heng to pull him forward again to continue the kiss.
Fu Si Heng couldn’t help but increase the strength in his hands.
This was pretty good too.
Tao Zhi strained his body to lean closer, his upper body tilting forward while his waist naturally dipped downward. The hips wrapped in the brown miniskirt lifted slightly.
As Fu Si Heng stroked his back, the pronounced curve of that slender waist stood out clearly, making the older man’s fingers linger repeatedly in that spot.
Fu Si Heng relished the touch, but Tao Zhi truly couldn’t handle it.
He had never experienced a sensation like this before.
Fingers covered in thick calluses kept grinding against his sensitive waist. Even when teased too harshly, he couldn’t utter words to stop it.
He could only beg for mercy, trembling shakily beneath the man’s palm.
It only made one want to bully him more.
How pitiful.
Handing such an obedient and pitiable boy over to him—Fu Zheng really wasn’t a decent guy.
But wasn’t Tao Zhi a bit too obedient to Fu Zheng?
Doing whatever he was told, not resisting even when kissed, and even taking the initiative to climb on… At this thought, Fu Si Heng frowned, a displeased feeling rising in his heart.
But when he saw Tao Zhi’s pitiful little expression, Fu Si Heng figured he must have his reasons.
After all, no one could get along with that idiot Fu Zheng.
When he had cleaned up Fu Zheng’s gang of underlings earlier, he’d thrown money at them, and they’d scattered faster than anything, looking like they’d finally reached the end of their patience—it was amusing to watch.
No one could truly tolerate Fu Zheng’s temper.
Stupid and rotten, whimsical and brainless.
Someone as cute and clever as Tao Zhi had no reason to get along well with Fu Zheng.
He definitely had his difficulties.
Fu Si Heng thought of his poor little roommate’s hardships and finally showed mercy, willing to let him off.
…
Well, not completely.
He only withdrew from Tao Zhi’s mouth, no longer tormenting his tongue. But Tao Zhi had been kissed senseless and couldn’t quite recover for the moment; the tip of his bright red tongue peeked out slightly.
Fu Si Heng’s gaze darkened, and he took his lip between his teeth again.
Liking to bully a little fool was, of course, the little fool’s fault.
As Fu Si Heng held him like that, Tao Zhi’s lips and the root of his tongue went numb, especially his lower lip, which swelled to a vivid red. Only after Fu Si Heng had his fill did he finally release him, instead using his fingers to rub and knead the slightly puffed soft flesh at the side of his cheek.
Of course, his other hand didn’t idle either. As his fingers trailed down his spine toward the hem of his skirt, Tao Zhi seemed to snap awake abruptly. He panicked and scrambled down from Fu Si Heng’s lap.
“I-I-I…”
This time, Fu Si Heng didn’t stop him.
The man nearing thirty finally felt a bit sated after being teased by Tao Zhi all day and night.
He let Tao Zhi leave his lap, but when he nearly stumbled, Fu Si Heng stood to support him—only for Tao Zhi to dodge away.
Tao Zhi’s face was entirely flushed as he looked at him at a loss, hands and feet not knowing where to settle.
In this situation, his mind was completely blank, yet the well-mannered college student still maintained his politeness and didn’t bolt immediately. Instead, he panted as he looked at Fu Si Heng, eyes glistening wet: “I-I…”
He stammered “I” for ages without saying anything more, his mind utterly empty.
Fu Si Heng wasn’t in a hurry and didn’t press him.
As long as he didn’t fall, it was fine.
“L-Let’s end the chat here for today.” It took a good while before Tao Zhi’s brain rebooted.
No questions, no anger—the pitiful little peach just pursed his kiss-swollen lips as he panted, pleading weakly: “Brother Fu, can I go back to sleep first?”
“Sure.”
But—
As soon as Fu Si Heng spoke, Tao Zhi turned to leave like a weight had been lifted, moving so fast it was as if a wild beast chased him from behind and he’d be devoured if he didn’t run.
He didn’t give Fu Si Heng a chance to say the next words, fleeing with swift, urgent movements. He dashed straight out and burrowed headfirst into the covers of his own room.
The covers bulged into a mound as Tao Zhi huddled inside, trembling.
So, so scary.
He had nearly caused an irreparable consequence.
If that had really happened, his secret definitely would have been exposed. At the thought, Tao Zhi felt a chill of lingering fear creep up his neck.
