Chapter 22 (1/2)

Chapter 22

Edited by: Planetes

Andrew froze for a long time, making Fang Zhaomu feel that he was seriously considering it.

He tightened his arms around Fang Zhaomu, just like he was treasuring him. A moment later, he said, “You should turn the lights on.”

“I won’t,” Fang Zhaomu said lazily. “If you want them on, you’ll turn them on yourself.”

Fang Zhaomu pressed onto Andrew’s shoulders and changed his position, straddling Andrew’s body. His hand slid down, but before he touched anything, it was caught by Andrew.

“Why are you so shy?” Fang Zhaomu was not embarrassed even after Andrew caught his hand. “I even came to look for you, but you keep putting me off. Do you not want it?”

“Fang Zhaomu.” Andrew suddenly called his full name.

Fang Zhaomu suddenly had an ominous feeling well up within him. He could not identify what it was, but soon, he no longer had the time to think about it.

After calling his name, Andrew did not continue. The two of them paused for a moment, then Fang Zhaomu clung onto Andrew’s shoulders and started kissing him again.

Fang Zhaomu sprawled across Andrew’s body, biting his lips. He was so warm that he could not take it, and removed his shirt before removing Andrew’s T-shirt as well.

Andrew’s heavy pants exhaled into Fang Zhaomu’s ear, acting like Fang Zhaomu’s aphrodisiac. He did not have any more mental capacity to think about anything else, and his entire body was screaming for him.

This time, when Fang Zhaomu touched Andrew’s hardening part, Andrew did not stop him. Fang Zhaomu undid Andrew’s belt, the drag of the buckle against the cloth sounding extremely loud, causing a quiver in Fang Zhaomu’s heart, and made his entire body tingle in anticipation.

Andrew’s hand was on Fang Zhaomu’s waist, tightening slowly. Fang Zhaomu released the belt and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck. “You’re not allowed to call my full name.”

Andrew then smoothly called, “Xiaomu.”

Fang Zhaomu pulled down Andrew’s underwear, putting a hand around him. When the hard and heated flesh rubbed against Fang Zhaomu’s palm, Fang Zhaomu was lifted up by Andrew and pressed down onto the bed.

Andrew took over from there, pushing Fang Zhaomu into the bed. Andrew’s hands were big, and his thumb was by Fang Zhaomu’s belly button and his fingers around Fang Zhaomu’s waist. He was very strong, roughly yet carefully caressing Fang Zhaomu, from his neck, his chest, his belly and to his hips.

Fang Zhaomu had lost possession of his mind already, and allowed Andrew to do whatever he wanted.

At the last moment, Andrew suddenly stopped.

“What happened?” Fang Zhaomu asked after his breathing somewhat calmed down.

Andrew did not say a word. He only let of Fang Zhaomu and sat up.

Fang Zhaomu was puzzled, and continued lying on the bed. He remained silent with Andrew, and his pounding heart gradually settled.

“Xiaomu, are you serious about this?” Andrew suddenly asked him.

Fang Zhaomu did not understand what Andrew meant. He paused before asking, “Serious about what?”

“Sex?” Fang Zhaomu thought about it, and did not wait for Andrew’s reply. “You don’t want to do it?”

“No, it’s not that.” Andrew groped around in the dark and found Fang Zhaomu’s shirt. Pulling Fang Zhaomu’s hand, he helped him sit up, and wrapped his shirt around him.

Andrew straightened Fang Zhaomu’s shirt, then lifted his hand to stroke Fang Zhaomu’s hair. After about three to five seconds, he leaned over and kissed Fang Zhaomu’s cheek before moving apart.

“I’ll turn on the lights.” Andrew said.

Song Yuanxun turned the lights on.

The lights in the hotel were dim. Fang Zhaomu reflexively shut his eyes, and when he opened them again, Song Yuanxun saw Fang Zhaomu’s face whitened.

There was not a huge change in Fang Zhaomu’s expression, only a complete absence of a smile, and his warmth turned into cold.

He did not immediately react, only staring at Song Yuanxun’s face composedly, and watched him emotionlessly for very long. His mouth moved a few times, and Song Yuanxun felt that he had something he wanted to say, but Fang Zhaomu never said it aloud.

Song Yuanxun was sitting near Fang Zhaomu, calmly yet worriedly waiting for his judgement.

Fang Zhaomu abruptly stood up. He looked at the bathroom on the right, walked into it and pulled the door close behind him. However, the door was not shut fully.