Cohen Phillips pressed his lips together, leaned back, and sat upright with an expressionless face.
Baldur Morgan leaned over to fasten his seatbelt, feeling his clothes.
"You're wearing less?"
"I took the sweater off. Couldn't lift my arms otherwise."
After saying this, unwilling to give up, he grabbed Baldur Morgan's collar and gave him a loud, smacking kiss.
"I can control myself, but you can't. So you need to be restrained, but I don't have to."
Baldur Morgan gently pinched the fleshy part of his cheek.
"Such a double standard."
He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.
"Where are we going?"
"To eat."
"And after eating?"
Baldur Morgan started the car.
"Home to sleep."
Cohen Phillips tilted his head.
"To sleep with me?"
"..."
Baldur Morgan was both speechless and helpless.
"Baby, you really say whatever comes to mind."
He took a sip of his coffee and settled comfortably into the seat.
"Don't you want to?"
Baldur Morgan remained silent.
Truthfully, he did.
Cohen Phillips looked out the window.
Passing a Chinese hot pot restaurant, he said, "I want hot pot."
"You just got over a fever. Eat something lighter."
"They have clear broth pots."
"No. I'll take you in a few days."
He turned back, reached out, and scratched Baldur Morgan's thigh.
"Gege... I want it now."
That term of address, brother struck a chord deep within Baldur Morgan.
While his face remained impassive, his fingers involuntarily searched for a hot pot restaurant on the navigation system, even as he insisted, "No spicy food."
Cohen Phillips smiled, his eyes curving.
"Okay."
They found a nearby hot pot place.
After parking, Baldur Morgan held Cohen Phillips's hand as they entered the elevator.
"Don't want any more."
Cohen Phillips shoved the coffee cup into his hand.
"Too much and I won't sleep tonight."
Not minding the traces of moisture left on the rim, Baldur Morgan took a couple of sips and frowned slightly.
"So sweet."
Cohen Phillips swung their joined hands.
"I asked for extra sugar."
"Too sweet."
Even as he said this, he finished the remaining half-cup.
Exiting the elevator, he casually tossed the empty cup into a trash bin.
They could only order the clear broth for the hot pot.
Cohen Phillips was reasonably satisfied.
After eating, he felt so warm he wanted to take off his coat.
Baldur Morgan, who was holding his scarf, stopped him.
"You can't take your coat off."
He lifted his face, a fine sweat on his forehead.
"I'm hot."
"A little wind later and you'll be sick again."
"Baldur Morgan..."
Baldur Morgan pinched his chin, leaned down, and kissed his rosy lips.
"Be good, baby."
People were passing by, casting faint, ambiguous glances.
Cohen Phillips felt shy and pressed closer to Baldur Morgan's chest, no longer insisting on removing his coat.
Baldur Morgan held him, teasing with a laugh.
"Weren't you quite bold before?"
He urged in a muffled voice, "Let's go..."
"It's still early. Let's walk around."
Baldur Morgan put an arm around his shoulders and led him onto the escalator going down.
"Want to see a movie?"
He looked up and poked Baldur Morgan's side.
"It feels like we're on a date."
Baldur Morgan caught his hand.
"Aren't we?"
Waves of happiness rippled through Cohen Phillips's heart, his tone becoming more cheerful.
"Then I'll buy you a New Year's gift. What do you want?"
"No more drawings for me?"
"I want to give you something else."
Cohen Phillips looked around, then pulled him into a high-end luxury watch store.
"How about a watch? Last year, my brother gave one to Anthony Ferguson, and he happily boasted about it to me for over half a month. Would you like one?"
Baldur Morgan's eyes held a smile.
"I'll like anything you give me."
Cohen Phillips's eyes immediately landed on the most luxurious and expensive silver diamond watch.
He said to the shop assistant, "Hello, could you please show me this one?"
Seeing the two men's attire and extraordinary aura, the assistant was especially enthusiastic.
"Of course. Please have a seat, gentlemen. I'll get it for you."
Cohen Phillips and Baldur Morgan sat in the VIP area.
Soon, the assistant returned carrying the watch.
Baldur Morgan pushed up his sleeve, took off the globally limited edition Patek Philippe he was wearing, and placed it casually on the table.
The assistant stole a glance, inwardly astonished.
Oh my god, that alone could buy all the watches in this store!
Cohen Phillips took the new watch and put it on Baldur's wrist, asking casually, "Who gave you this one?"
Baldur found it amusing.
"I bought it myself."
"Oh..."
Cohen Phillips was happy again.
"There. It suits you well. Do you like it?"
Baldur Morgan slightly raised his arm, admired it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"I like it very much."
"Then wear it now."
"Thank you, Young Master Cohen. Young Master Cohen is most generous."
Suppressing a smile, Cohen Phillips said to the assistant, "We'll take it."
The store's flagship piece, selling for $700,000 USD, sold in just a few minutes?
The assistant was still a bit dazed.
"Oh, oh, certainly..."
Cohen pointed to the Patek Philippe on the table.
"Please pack this up for me. Thank you."
"Of course, of course!"
The assistant carefully picked up that watch, treating it as even more precious than their own store's flagship piece.
After paying and leaving the store, Baldur Morgan leaned down and kissed Cohen Phillips's forehead.
"Shouldn't I get you a New Year's gift too?"
Cohen Phillips looked at him with a beaming smile.
"You're already the best gift I could have."
Baldur sighed inwardly and pulled the young man tightly into his embrace.
"You're too good at this. I can't handle it at all."
Cohen Phillips leaned against his chest.
"Are we still going to the movies?"
Unable to restrain himself, Baldur said, "I want to kiss you."
"Ah..."
Cohen Phillips glanced at the people passing by.
"Don't. There are too many people."
Baldur Morgan squeezed his palm and let it go for now.
"Let's go see a movie."
The dimly lit cinema corridor was somewhat noisy.
In a secluded corner, two figures overlapped.
"Mmm..."
Pinned against the wall by Baldur Morgan, Cohen Phillips's sealed red lips let out faint moans.
Baldur Morgan pulled back slightly, his dark eyes heavy with desire fixed on him.
Waiting just until Cohen caught his breath, he pressed close again, commencing a new round of plunder.
Cohen Phillips's dazed eyes held a watery gleam.
He pushed lightly against Baldur.
"Wah... that's enough..."
"Be good, just one more kiss."
Cohen Phillips's whole body felt weak; he could only cling helplessly to the man.
"Baldur Morgan..."
The watch gift bag he was holding fell to the floor.
His now-free hand wrapped around Baldur Morgan's neck, entangling with him even deeper.
"Huh? What was that sound?"
A curious female voice approached from a distance.
Peeking around the corner, she couldn't see their faces clearly in the dim light, but she could make out the intimate posture.
She let out a flustered cry.
"Ah! Sorry, sorry..."
Apologizing repeatedly, she scurried away.
A friend's voice could be heard beside her saying, "Don't be so curious! You interrupted their moment!"
"Hah..."
Cohen Phillips buried his face in Baldur Morgan's neck, panting. His neck and entire face were burning bright red.
Baldur Morgan gently patted his back, soothing in a low voice.
"It's okay. They didn't see anything."
His tone carried a hint of tearful, embarrassed frustration.
"I don't want to see the movie anymore."
"Okay, we won't."