Chapter 43: Hit On Part 2

Tao Zhi pursed his lips, grabbed his shopping bag and suitcase, and went to board.

On the three-hour flight, just before landing, Tao Zhi went to the bathroom to change into the women’s clothes.

He was very nervous.

Worried someone would notice him enter as a guy and exit as a girl.

But changing now was better than awkwardly deplaning later.

At least the airplane bathroom was gender-neutral.

Tao Zhi walked there slowly, minimizing his presence, making no noise. He changed quickly and hurried out.

Fortunately, most passengers were resting or sleeping and didn’t notice. Tao Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he sat back down, a flight attendant approached and saw his movements, seeming about to stop him. Tao Zhi hurriedly pointed at himself, face red: “It’s me, it’s me, I…”

He stammered incoherently. The attendant looked baffled, unsure what he meant.

After a moment, realization dawned; her expression turned shocked. She opened her mouth, then showed an “I get it” look.

Tao Zhi nodded frantically, head nearly buried in his collarbone.

Besides the attendant, the man sitting next to him noticed too.

Their seats were close. Earlier, when Tao Zhi sat normally, the man had glanced over several times. Now in women’s clothes, Tao Zhi felt the shock in his eyes.

He’d known it was unavoidable before changing, but once off the plane, no one would know each other. Tao Zhi tried to act natural, ignoring others’ thoughts.

But the man kept staring, making Tao Zhi—whose acting wasn’t great—even worse at it.

He felt uncomfortable, fingers curling on his knee, planning a quick exit.

After landing, Tao Zhi hurried out.

But for some reason, the man followed behind him.

At the exit, he even blocked Tao Zhi’s path.

“Sorry to bother you,” the man said, stopping him and initiating conversation.

Tao Zhi looked up nervously.

“I was sitting next to you on the plane. Do you remember me?” The man smiled at Tao Zhi and handed over his business card. “I’m Chen, creative director at an ad agency. Interested in connecting?”

“I know a great bar nearby. If you’re not in a rush, we could grab a drink.”

Ah…

Nervousness turned to bewilderment.

Tao Zhi glanced at the card, then at the man.

…Getting hit on?

Uh.

Not picking a fight—flirting?

Tao Zhi’s expression went blank.

“You’re my type, including your, um.” He paused, then smiled. “Hobbies too. Hope I didn’t offend.”

Adults didn’t need to be too explicit, but Tao Zhi’s confused gaze made him spell it out.

Tao Zhi understood.

Once he did, his expression turned horrified.

Because he saw Fu Si Heng.

Fu Si Heng saw him too. They weren’t far apart—the man stood right behind him, about twenty meters away.

The word “hobbies” made Tao Zhi’s heart leap.

“No no no—” Tao Zhi’s lashes trembled as he quickly averted his gaze from Fu Si Heng, rejecting the man first: “I don’t… that’s not it.”

Nearly biting his tongue, Tao Zhi pushed his hand away: “Sorry.”

The man was momentarily stunned.

He seemed about to say more, but before he could, a hand reached over and took the business card.

Not a young guy’s hand.

Slender young guy’s fingers—long, fair, clean, pretty, tips faintly pink, very attractive.

But this hand took the card and directly grasped the young guy’s fingers.

Wheat-toned palm enveloping snowy white fingertips—stark color contrast.

The man froze.

Fu Si Heng glanced at the card, tore it in half, and handed it back.

The move was dominant, assertive, matter-of-fact.

Tao Zhi tilted his face up to look at Fu Si Heng.

Then he was led away.

“Fu Ge,” Tao Zhi said after two steps.

Fu Si Heng hummed.

Nothing seemed off. He proactively pulled Tao Zhi’s suitcase, asked if he’d rested well on the plane.

Tao Zhi answered honestly and followed him to the parking lot.

Once in the car, Fu Si Heng kissed him.

Pinching his cheeks, thumb rubbing the soft white flesh, leaving vivid marks, then invading his mouth.

Fu Si Heng’s lips were hot.

Thin lips, scorching—the heat seemed to transfer through, making Tao Zhi feel feverish.

And Fu Si Heng pressed down on him.

Tao Zhi pushed twice, complaining it was heavy, so they switched—Tao Zhi now straddled Fu Si Heng’s lap.

Fu Si Heng kissed hard.

Plunging deep, intense, mischievously licking Tao Zhi’s sensitive palate.

One lick, one shiver. Tao Zhi braced himself with both hands, lashes trembling with each motion, face slightly tilted back to endure.

So obedient.

Any normal person would soften seeing their little boyfriend so compliant, at least let him breathe.

Fu Si Heng did soften a bit.

But it didn’t stop his excesses.

Entwining the warm soft tongue, teasing, licking, sucking, until Tao Zhi’s cheeks flushed pink.

Fair skin glowing with pretty thin red, chest heaving slightly, lips glossy and beautiful, sparkling. He opened misty eyes to look down at Fu Si Heng.

Fu Si Heng paused. Tao Zhi thought it was over.

His chest rose and fell; somehow two collar buttons had come undone, revealing delicate collarbones.

Fu Si Heng reached up, twirled a stray lock at his collarbone, gripped his waist, adjusted his position.

Now they were even closer.

Fu Si Heng buried his face in Tao Zhi’s neck, inhaling deeply. Tao Zhi leaned forward, his thin belly nearly pressed against the mature man’s hard abs.

Wait.

That hardness felt off.

Tao Zhi’s hazy gaze cleared instantly.