“I’m full, I’m full, I… stop pressing.” Tao Zhi anxiously reached for Fu Si Heng’s hand.
The position was too awkward now.
If Fu Si Heng stayed still, with his palm just resting on Tao Zhi’s belly, it would’ve been fine—Tao Zhi wouldn’t have struggled.
But Fu Si Heng’s hand was huge; his fingertips already brushed Tao Zhi’s ribs. A little higher, and he’d discover that Tao Zhi wasn’t wearing a br—a bra like a normal woman. His chest was suspiciously flat.
One touch, and he’d know it was a man.
This realization broke Tao Zhi out in cold sweat; he hurriedly stopped Fu Si Heng’s movements.
He should’ve bought a dress instead of a two-piece set—no such hassle.
When Tao Zhi shopped at the mall, he’d picked casually.
He had no fashion sense; as long as clothes were comfy and cheap, they were fine. He dressed fashionably in men’s clothes that way, let alone women’s wear he knew nothing about.
Under his coat, Tao Zhi wore a shirt and jeans. He’d thought himself clever at the time, figuring he could keep Fu Si Heng’s hands from going lower to his secret.
Who knew he’d guarded the bottom but not the top.
Luckily, Fu Si Heng didn’t go too far.
As if he’d truly just been checking if Tao Zhi was full. Now knowing, he let Tao Zhi pull his hand out without resistance.
Tao Zhi needed both hands to grip his forearm.
Slender, pretty, long fingers—completely different from his—gripped and withdrew his hand, placing it in front of him.
After placing it down, he thought again and moved it to the side.
Putting Fu Si Heng’s hand on the seat.
Fu Si Heng let him fuss.
Once the fussing was done, he raised his hand again to grip Tao Zhi’s waist and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
All that effort placing his hand, for nothing.
Fu Si Heng: “Mm?”
“Anything.” Tao Zhi answered. “Just something light for dinner.”
No need to make it complicated; he wasn’t very hungry, just a little peckish. Anything was fine; he’d eat whatever.
“No ‘anything’ here.” Fu Si Heng told him.
Tao Zhi: “…”
“Take your time thinking. No rush.”
Tao Zhi had heard similar words from Fu Zheng before. Compared to Fu Zheng’s irritated tone, Fu Si Heng sounded like he was stating an objective fact.
No “anything”—he needed a precise answer, what he wanted to eat.
Tao Zhi scratched his nose tip.
“If you can’t think of anything, you can pull out your phone and check nearby restaurants.” Fu Si Heng said.
“Oh, okay.” Tao Zhi agreed obediently and checked his phone for good eats around.
Head bowed for a few minutes, he looked up and asked Fu Si Heng, “Can we eat KFC?”
Compared to fancy restaurants, college student Tao Zhi preferred fast food like KFC—especially since it was Thursday.
Yeah, tempting.
Hadn’t had it in ages.
But after saying it, he felt it might not be right.
Fu Si Heng eating fast food…
He probably wouldn’t like it, and it’d look out of place.
Tao Zhi was about to suggest somewhere else when Fu Si Heng said, “Sure.”
Huh?
He really agreed?
Tao Zhi stared at him. Fu Si Heng’s arm around his waist tightened slightly, turned, and placed him in the passenger seat. Then he got out, reopened the driver’s door, and drove Tao Zhi to KFC.
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After eating, Fu Si Heng drove Tao Zhi back.
He’d returned three days early; the dorms were open, but the flight delay was the problem. By the time they left the airport, it was past eight. Then dinner—by the time Tao Zhi remembered, it was 9:40.
Driving back to school now might not make curfew.
Tao Zhi grew anxious, peering sideways at the streetlights, everything looking unfamiliar. His mind blanked on his location until he remembered to check the map.
He pulled out his phone and saw he was 37 km from school—an hour-plus drive.
Completely hopeless.
Tao Zhi looked up dazedly at Fu Si Heng and told him, “Too late for the dorm at this hour.”
He’d forgotten the most important thing before dinner—should’ve gotten takeout back to the dorm.
Sigh.
Fu Si Heng hummed. “Then stay at my place.”
His tone was so matter-of-fact that Tao Zhi: “?”.
He refused hurriedly. “No.”
Fu Si Heng glanced at him.
“My place is close from here.”
“Can’t make it back anyway. What’s one night?”
“No, no.” Tao Zhi shook his head, mind still clear. “I can stay at a hotel near school and head to the dorm tomorrow morning.”
Fu Si Heng said nothing.
Tao Zhi urged him, and only then did he speak: “My place is big. Staying there is like New Year’s at Wei Yu’s villa—no difference, two separate rooms.”
“How about it?” Fu Si Heng said. “Tomorrow I’ll take you to the amusement park, drop you at school the next morning.”
Tao Zhi still shook his head.
Fu Si Heng tried another tack: “Any concerns? I remember what I promised.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Remembering now?
Where was that when he was teasing earlier?
Fu Si Heng was full of bad ideas; Tao Zhi didn’t dare agree and shook his head, lips pursed.
As he shook his head, his left hand was in his pocket, fingertips touching the new tube of ointment he’d bought today.
Even if Fu Si Heng said he remembered the promise, Tao Zhi feared being kissed to death.
Fu Si Heng loved kissing too much. Though he hadn’t broken skin earlier, staying together would definitely lead to it.
Tao Zhi’s fingers tightened around the ointment.
Fu Si Heng noticed the motion.
Red light. The Maybach stopped at the crosswalk. Fu Si Heng leaned back, grabbed a bag from the rear seat, and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” Tao Zhi took it and asked.
Fu Si Heng: “Open it and see.”
Tao Zhi eyed him suspiciously before opening it.
He froze upon seeing the contents.
It was a muzzle.
Leather and metal, gleaming coldly, shaped like a cage mask to snugly cover an animal’s mouth and nose, preventing bites.
Tao Zhi had seen one before—on a dog in the subway.
So he recognized it.
But why was Fu Si Heng giving him this?
Tao Zhi’s eyes were blank and innocent, completely missing Fu Si Heng’s intent.
