Chapter 30 (2/2)

Zhang Ranyu had only held one seat for Song Yuanxun. When Zhou Meng came and saw that, she helped Fang Zhaomu reserve one too.

Everyone watched Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu walked in. Song Yuanxun surveyed the surroundings, and led Fang Zhaomu to the two empty seats held for them.

Zhang Ranyu silently praised Zhou Meng’s prophetic action, then started contemplating when exactly did Song Yuanxun’s and Fang Zhaomu’s relationship improved. The person in the most awkward situation in the lab now was him, as to ingratiate himself with Song Yuanxun, he had been dead set against Fang Zhaomu. Now that Song Yuanxun no longer dislike Fang Zhaomu, and even came together with Fang Zhaomu, Zhang Ranyu started panicking.

He quietly paid attention to Song Yuanxun’s and Fang Zhaomu’s interactions with the corner of his eye.

When Song Yuanxun sat down, he quietly asked Fang Zhaomu if he wanted to drink some water. Fang Zhaomu said no, but Song Yuanxun still went to pour a cup for him.

When Song Yuanxun stood up to get some water, Zhang Ranyu swept his eyes past Fang Zhaomu. Fang Zhaomu’s jacket was pulled up to his chin, looking as if he was very cold.

Song Yuanxun came back with the water and passed the cup to Fang Zhaomu, then quietly asked him what he would like to eat for dinner.

Zhang Ranyu looked down at the basic instructions on his desk, and shifted his eyes. He saw a red mark on the back of Fang Zhaomu’s hand.

“Anything’s fine.” Fang Zhaomu said softly.

When the professor and his assistant entered the room, everyone fell silent including Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu.

After the introduction of the apparatus was over, Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu stood up. Zhang Ranyu had no idea what was going through his head, he picked up his books and pretended to be going the same way and followed them.

He followed them downstairs. Today, Song Yuanxun’s car was parked on the road behind the building. Zhang Ranyu sneakily followed behind, and unexpectedly did not attract their attention.

Song Yuanxun and Fang Zhaomu had walked to the car, but they did not get in. Zhang Ranyu was nearly dying of curiosity, and plastered himself against the wall and drew closer. Squatting down behind the cover of the bushes, he planned to hear how Fang Zhaomu had managed to ingratiate himself with Song Yuanxun, so that he could learn from him.

He heard Song Yuanxun’s voice. “Let’s just go to my place to do it.”

Zhang Ranyu had not expected that Fang Zhaomu could already go over to Song Yuanxun’s place. He waddled nearer, wanting to observe what was happening between the two of them through the shrubs.

“I’m doing it?” Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun lightly.

Song Yuanxun waited for a moment, then sounded him out. “I’ll try?”

Fang Zhaomu laughed. “You? Just forget it.”

Fang Zhaomu leaned in to Song Yuanxun, and said something very quietly to him. Song Yuanxun pushed Fang Zhaomu against the car door, and plastered himself onto him.

It was only three in the afternoon when they reached Song Yuanxun’s place.

Fang Zhaomu opened the freezer and took out some frozen seafood to defrost them. Just as he finished washing his hands, Song Yuanxun hugged him from the back.

“It’s too early to cook now.” Song Yuanxun said.

Fang Zhaomu turned and asked, “Then what’s not too early to do?”

Song Yuanxun trapped Fang Zhaomu at the sink with his two arms, looking down at Fang Zhaomu expressionlessly. “What do you mean by buying those things and having them delivered to my place?”

“Nothing much. Why didn’t you tell me that they’re here?” Fang Zhaomu raised his chin and kissed Song Yuanxun on the jaw. “I only wanted to help you lose your v-card1, why are you so fierce?”

Song Yuanxun pressed his forehead against Fang Zhaomu’s, then kissed him lightly on the cheek.

After a short bout of kissing, Song Yuanxun pulled back a little. Fang Zhaomu asked, “There’s still about a month before I’m going back, don’t you want it?”

Fang Zhaomu’s arms circled Song Yuanxun’s neck, his breaths hitting his ear. His body was very pliable, and let Song Yuanxun carried him upstairs without any resistance.

Afraid of pain, Fang Zhaomu had purchased poppers2. Before the clothes came off, it had taken effect.

Powerlessly, he lay in Song Yuanxun’s arms with his legs apart. Song Yuanxun gripped Fang Zhaomu’s shaft, tugging slowly on it. His knuckles brushed past Fang Zhaomu’s belly, and Fang Zhaomu shuddered, collapsing into his embrace, his shoulders against his chest.

Song Yuanxun’s hand sped up. Fang Zhaomu’s shoulders rubbed against Song Yuanxun’s shirt. It hurt a little, so he caught hold of Song Yuanxun’s hand and stopped him.

Song Yuanxun stopped, and Fang Zhaomu glared at him weakly. Without saying a word, he clutched at Song Yuanxun’s shirt and yanked it upwards. Song Yuanxun went along with him, and let Fang Zhaomu remove his top.

The colour of Fang Zhaomu’s skin contrasted with Song Yuanxun’s. One was fair as milk, and the other was a healthy wheat colour. Song Yuanxun’s body temperature was also higher. Song Yuanxun undid his trousers, and his heated organ slapped against Fang Zhaomu’s belly. Pulling Fang Zhaomu to touch him, he kissed his neck, one hand on Fang Zhaomu’s waist, sliding down his body.

A finger coated in lubricant entered Fang Zhaomu’s body, thrusting within. In the room was the sounds of his finger pushing in, as well as Fang Zhaomu’s pants.

Song Yuanxun seemed to like hearing Fang Zhaomu cry out. Once Fang Zhaomu made a sound, he stopped, laying him on the bed and pressing down onto him. Fang Zhaomu stroked Song Yuanxun’s abs, then grabbed hold of Song Yuanxun and wanted him to come in.

Song Yuanxun tried pushing in. Fang Zhaomu’s legs curled around him, and trembled along with Song Yuanxun’s penetrations. Every impale of Song Yuanxun was very firm, and Fang Zhaomu was unable to even cry out. He gasped for air, his body, lips, and heart all held within Song Yuanxun’s hands. They tightened and loosened, but never let go.

The both of them did it, but did not cook. At 9pm, Song Yuanxun was kicked out of the bed by Fang Zhaomu to order food.