Chapter 37: Video Part 1

Fu Si Heng had acted on a sudden impulse that day.

He was not the type with a heavy sex drive.

……

At least, not before he met Tao Zhi.

He had never been in a relationship, never had any ambiguous flings, and he never engaged in sugar daddy arrangements or one-night stands.

He simply had no interest in such matters.

In his younger days, he channeled more of his energy into extreme sports, indulging in the adrenaline rush from speeding cars, the weightlessness of free-falling skydives, the confrontations in boxing, and the thrill of being swallowed by massive waves while surfing. Each activity allowed him to ignore his sexual needs and enjoy the sensation of an empty mind, surrendering everything to his body’s instincts.

After graduation, he needed it even less.

He spent his days in meetings, business trips, and negotiations, and any spare time went toward outsmarting company shareholders or disciplining his incompetent younger brother and cleaning up his messes. Where would he find time to address physiological issues?

Social obligations in the business world were inevitable, but those women with their overpowering perfume and cloying, throaty voices were clearly not his type.

Over time, he naturally grew indifferent.

He had morning erections, but after a workout and a shower, they subsided. Fu Si Heng rarely even took matters into his own hands.

Because it felt pointless.

That day, the sudden whim struck because he saw Tao Zhi’s photo on his phone.

He had just finished showering.

He went ahead and did it.

But it took a long time without any urge to release. Then, upon hearing Tao Zhi’s clear, clean voice, Fu Si Heng inexplicably felt aroused, and his fingers unconsciously gripped harder.

“What are you doing?” Fu Si Heng’s deliberately lowered voice transmitted through the speaker.

“Nothing much,” Tao Zhi replied honestly. “I just got back to my room.”

He paused, then added, “I’m sitting on the bed, talking to you on the phone.”

“Oh.”

So obedient, answering whatever he asked.

Fu Si Heng chuckled, able to picture Tao Zhi’s posture perfectly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, soft strands of hair falling over his forehead, one hand holding the phone, the other resting on his knee.

Obedient and well-behaved.

It would be a shame not to tease him a little.

With that thought, Fu Si Heng adjusted his position.

He sat against the headboard, put on his Bluetooth earphones, and casually lit a cigarette from the pack.

“Are you lying in bed?” He knew full well Tao Zhi was sitting up, but Fu Si Heng asked deliberately. “What pajamas are you wearing?”

Huh?

Tao Zhi was momentarily stunned and quickly denied it. “No, I haven’t showered yet. I’m planning to do it later.”

Fu Si Heng hummed again. “I think I bought you a spaghetti-strap nightgown.”

“Champagne-colored.”

Tao Zhi: “……”

Tao Zhi: “Yeah.”

Tao Zhi had a vivid memory of that nightgown.

Fu Si Heng had sent it to him during a business trip.

It had come alone, accompanied only by souvenirs. When Tao Zhi received it, he was stumped.

Back then, he was still a very honest young boy.

He picked out one gift from the bunch and took a photo for Fu Si Heng.

But that time, there was nothing else to choose— just that thin, sheer champagne-colored nightgown… How was he supposed to wear that?

He couldn’t wear it at all.

That day, with Fu Zheng out of the dorm, Tao Zhi held it up to himself but couldn’t bring himself to try it on.

In the end, he found a way to brush it off.

He didn’t tell Fu Zheng and only messaged Fu Si Heng that he’d received it, but he was too busy lately to take photos. He felt really bad about it.

Fu Si Heng didn’t say anything, just replied with an “Mm.”

The next shipment of gifts arrived, and Tao Zhi acted as if nothing had happened, following the usual routine of photographing and sending them to Fu Si Heng.

That was the first time Tao Zhi had played a little trick.

Neither Fu Zheng nor Fu Si Heng noticed, and he successfully got away with it.

He never expected Fu Si Heng to bring it up months later.

“Did you bring it home?” Fu Si Heng asked next.

His voice sounded a bit off today.

It was low now, with a hint of breathiness.

Tao Zhi had wanted to ask about it but never found the chance.

Fu Si Heng kept leading the conversation.

“I didn’t bring it,” Tao Zhi said. Speaking of such private matters made his voice unconsciously softer. “It was summer sleepwear back then, and now it’s winter.”

“You can’t wear a spaghetti strap in winter…” As he spoke, Tao Zhi fidgeted with the bedsheet beneath him.

It was a good excuse.

His mind worked quickly.

“Fair enough,” Fu Si Heng said, seemingly buying it.

“Mm-hmm…” A soft, guilty sound came through, the tail end drawn out long, fading into the air with a lingering tone.

A muffled grunt escaped Fu Si Heng’s throat.

Tao Zhi: “?”

“Fu-ge, what was that sound? What are you doing?” He’d found it strange from the start, and now he finally had a chance to ask.

“Working out.”

Fu Si Heng answered Tao Zhi, his breathing unsteady, his voice tinged with hoarseness.

He had just imagined the scene.

Tao Zhi in that satin nightgown, kneeling on his lap, covering the male part of his body beneath the hem while hugging his neck, leaning forward to kiss him proactively.

The gown wasn’t very long; with Tao Zhi’s movements, the skirt might ride up, revealing round, perky…