Chapter 1 - Stomachache (2/2)

There was always a type of person who acted so arrogant and aloof, to the point where people would scorn him, but he would never easily remove that mask. He was clearly so fragile within, so lonely, and desperately yearned for someone to accompany him on his birthday, but he would never acknowledge it.

What a coincidence, Zhou Hao was this sort of person.

Having dried his hair, Jiang Yuqian walked over to the bed. He saw the half stick of cigarette in the ashtray, and his expression was imposing. “In the future, don’t smoke in the room. It stinks.”

Zhou Hao blinked, speaking ruffianly, “Afraid of secondhand smoke?”

Jiang Yuqian was apathetic. “I’ll go sleep in the living room.”

Zhou Hao seemed to be suddenly provoked, rushing up and blocking the door. “You’re not allowed to go! You’re not allowed to go anywhere!”

“What are you getting crazy about this time?!”

From his cleft, cum trickled down to his thighs and calves, like countless translucent snakes wrapping around his legs. Zhou Hao physically softened, he shifted slowly to the side, giving way.

Jiang Yuqian too saw what was left of his “harvest”, and his face softened as well. “Go take a shower.”

With such consideration, Zhou Hao’s hopes rekindled a little. He hugged the man in front of him. “I’ll go shower now, don’t go to the living room.”

On this rare occasion, Zhou Hao bent his pride and gave in.

Scuffling about, Zhou Hao first took a shower, then removed the bedsheets and dumped them in the washing machine before replacing them with a new set from his cupboard.

Zhou Hao was extremely busy, not daring to waste even a second. He was afraid that Jiang Yuqian would go back on his word, and sleep in the living room.

In his heart, he had already brought his birthday forward. He would take it as today, today he was celebrating his birthday.

The two people lay on the clean sheets. Zhou Hao stared at the dark ceiling. Not finding any meaning in it, he again started staring at Jiang Yuqian’s back.

“Jiang Yuqian.” He called out softly.

There was no reaction from the man whose back faced him, only giving him an impassive silhouette that could barely be distinguished in the dark.

“Jiang Yuqian.” He repeated, this time a little louder.

That man still gave no response.

Zhou Hao suddenly reached out and gripped Jiang Yuqian’s hair, forcibly turning him around.

“Are you crazy?!”

Zhou Hao blinked, lying on the bed motionlessly. His eyes were glued eagerly to Jiang Yuqian’s furious face.

He was not going to do anything, all he wanted was for the man to say to him —

“Haohao, happy birthday.”