You Shulang saw off the last guest and turned around to be wrapped in a coat. In the cold night, the faint scent of agarwood permeated his nose, the scent of the person beside him.
After relaxing his body and letting go of his drunkenness, You Shulang gently leaned on the shoulder of the person next to him and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"
"I came here because I missed you." Fan Xiao pulled him into his arms, nuzzling and sniffing at his ears. He often loved doing this, and his animal territorial awareness was fully awakened after interacting with You Shulang.
You Shulang smiled and turned his head away: "I have been soaked in cigarettes and alcohol all night, what's so good about it?"
"It smells good." Fan Xiao looked at his expression and asked, "Did you drink too much?"
"Not too drunk, just a little tipsy."
Fan Xiao hugged her tighter, lowered his voice and asked, "What does Director You want to do when he's tipsy?"
The parking lot was silent, with only the sound of the wind. The withered branches and leaves cast long shadows under the light of the street lamps, casting them on the ground and the white cashmere coat.
You Shulang was modest when he smiled, and cold when he didn't. His half smile was the most seductive, and now, after being cooked by the light wine, his heartbeat slowed down. He raised his hand and patted Fan Xiao's face twice, and said casually: "I just want to kiss you now."
He led Fan Xiao into the shadows and said, "Come, give Director You a kiss."
Where had Fan Xiao experienced this? He almost immediately felt half of his body softened. He loved You Shulang in front of him so much that he leaned forward and offered himself to be slaughtered.
You Shulang's kiss was very gentle, and he could taste the feeling of being cherished. Fan Xiao truly understood what it was like to fall into the land of tenderness, his feet felt dizzy as if he was stepping on cotton, his heart was soaked by the warm and sweet honey, and every beat brought a ripple of numbness.
The aroma of the wine faded, and their lips slowly separated. You Shulang still held her in his arms, entwining their body temperatures.
There seemed to be a light sigh, but it was suppressed by Fan Xiao's long-lasting heartbeat. He heard You Shulang whispered: "I have always followed the rules over the years and never do anything I am not sure of. But you made me break the rules." A faint smile slowly appeared in the man's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Fan Xiao, you are hard to understand. I haven't even figured you out yet, but I've already started to want to love you."
You Shulang moved closer to Fan Xiao and kissed him on the lips: "You are my biggest gamble, do you think I can win?"
The cold wind was silent, and when the heat from the kiss slowly dissipated, Fan Xiao felt cold. The night was very cold and the wind was very strong, making people shiver. The shadow of the dead branches was still entangled and ferocious, still projected on the white coat, but now in Fan Xiao's eyes, it looked like a completely unrecognizable version of himself.
The muscles in his body stiffened inch by inch, and his eyes had nowhere to hide. After a long while, he forced himself to appear calm, avoided the topic, and said in a flattering way, "When has Director You ever lost?"
The reply, neither light nor heavy, made You Shulang's smile fade a little. After a little thought, he was still gentle: "I'm not putting pressure on you. Don't think too much. I just drank a lot and joked a few more times."
He patted Fan Xiao's waist: "Let's get in the car, you are so afraid of the cold."
The bodies that were pressed against each other had just separated, but were pulled back by Fan Xiao. The man didn't say anything, but just held him stubbornly.
Fan Xiao didn't know what was wrong with him. He had given the best answer, but he didn't feel relieved. He even felt a little blocked in his heart.
Seeing that he was stubborn, You Shulang had no choice but to come back and stroke his cold ear with his warm palm, coaxing him, "Although I'm old, I also want to hear some sweet words occasionally. Mr. Fan, can you please say a few words?"
You Shulang's eyes sparkled: "Am I handsome?"
"Handsome, you are the most handsome and charming man I have ever seen." This time Fan Xiao did not lie.
"In that case, let's go home." You Shulang suddenly grabbed his belt and pulled it, "Don't you want to draw me? Let's go."
The music in the private room was playing wildly, and Shi Lihua approached Fan Xiao to talk.
"Are you really dating that Youshenlang? Is he happy about it?"
He poured strong liquor into Fan Xiao's glass, and just as the aroma of the liquor filled the air, he saw that Fan Xiao had already taken the bland beer.
"Change of taste? That's right, you've started to change your taste and play with men, so it's not surprising that you change your taste by drinking." He put his arm on Fan Xiao's shoulder and smiled obscenely, "Have you slept with him? How was it?"
Fan Xiao frowned slightly and broke Shi Lihua's arm: "Don't be so clingy, or I'll get on you."
Shi Lihua shuddered for a moment, but after he calmed down, he came up to her and started to chat with her again: "Since you are good with men, we grew up together, why don't you like me?"
Fan Xiao almost choked on his wine. He looked at Shi Lihua as if he was a fool.
Shi Lihua laughed loudly: "If you really like me, my old man will definitely wash me clean inside and out, and then send me to your bed with gratitude."
After getting a roll of the eyes from Fan Xiao, Shi Lihua chuckled for a long time, then frowned again as he continued his silly smile: "To be honest, I really don't understand what you want to do to that You guy? If you don't like him, there are many ways to punish him, why bother..., you didn't do it this way before."
Fan Xiao took a sip of the wine and found it bland, but he did not change the wine. He had not finished the painting last night for some reason, and now his hands were itching, so he wanted to continue tonight, so he could not get too drunk.
As for why he hadn't finished the painting, Fan Xiao still felt a tightness in his lower body when he thought about it now, and a dark fire was burning around him, making his mouth dry.
An ordinary white shirt, black trousers, gold-rimmed glasses, slightly messy hair and white ankles...
You Shulang was half leaning on the recliner in front of the window, with one leg propped up and his wrist casually resting on his knee. He held a cigarette loosely between his fingers, with the smoke rising but he didn't inhale much. His other hand was flipping through documents, which shouldn't be anything important, so he didn't seem to be taking it very seriously. His eyes were loose and lazy, and he would occasionally glance at Fan Xiao.
"I didn't know you could draw."
Fan Xiao withdrew his gaze from that beautiful ankle and fixed it on You Shulang's loose collar, looking at the sunken collarbone and said, "I haven't learned it seriously, but I do have some talent."
You Shulang chuckled, his voice a little unclear as he puffed on his cigarette: "Well, let me see my boyfriend's talent today."
"I may have inherited my mother's genes. She loved painting all her life. She had talent but didn't achieve much. When she was young, she could only be a tutor to teach children how to paint."
Fan Xiao sharpened the charcoal pencil and put down the first stroke on the sketch paper: "My eldest brother was her student when he was young, and the person he hated the most was me."
You Shulang's eyes darkened and he slowly put away the relaxed expression on his face.
"Because he always felt that it was the painting teacher he chose that destroyed his family and caused his father and mother to divorce." With just a few strokes, the outline of a man's face appeared on the sketch paper. "He was in shackles and hated me and my mother. After my mother died, he hated me even more. When he was a child, he would smash my drawing board, and when he grew up, he would steal my business."
Finger marks were left on the corner of the document, but You Shulang deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone: "So, you hid here?"
Fan Xiao also laughed, and he wrote quickly on the paper: "It's not that bad. The domestic market and resources are incomparable to that tiny country. I came here with a lot of money, and my two brothers' eyes are red with jealousy."
Fan Xiao leaned back and looked at the outline on the drawing paper from a distance, then adjusted his brush and said as he drew: "I still have the upper hand at the moment, but..."
"But what?"
"Relax your back, Director You. I need you to maintain the initial relaxation." With You Shulang's reluctant cooperation, Fan Xiao smiled and wrote again, "But I could be overthrown and killed by them at any time. My family is a man-eating machine."
You Shulang lowered his crow feathers and asked softly, "What will happen if you are overthrown or killed?"
Fan Xiao shrugged: "Nothing."
You Shulang tilted his head back and took a puff of cigarette. His stretched neck made his protruding Adam's apple look even sharper. Slowly, the man spit out a long stream of white mist into the void above him: "Don't be afraid of having nothing." He tilted his head to look at Fan Xiao, his eyes filled with warmth, "Even if you really have nothing, you still have me. I will support you."
The pen paused and the lines went off track. It was the first time that Fan Xiao held the paintbrush, but he had no desire to paint.
It took him a lot of effort to find his voice: "Director You drank today, does his drunken talk count?"
"It counts." The man touched his lips, "Or you can stamp it."
Flames started burning inside his body. Fan Xiao tightly grasped the charcoal pencil. The two of them locked eyes for a long time before he said in a cold voice, "Lie back down, unbutton two more buttons, and pull your trousers up to show your ankles."
He put down his pen, stood up and walked over.
"I have to taste it before I can paint well." With his arms supporting the man's body on both sides, he seduced, "Director You, do you want a good painting? Open your legs and beg me to come in."
The white shirt was crumpled, and the red mark on the ankle was in the painting...
"What are you thinking about? I'm asking you a question!" Shi Lihua bumped into Fan Xiao who was in a trance. "What exactly do you want to do by getting entangled with that You guy?"
The man lowered his eyes, his knuckles turning white from the pressure he put on the wine glass, and blurted out in a low and sarcastic voice: "Why? It's just that life is boring, so I use him to kill time. When I've had enough fun and got tired of him, I'll just dump him."