By the time You Shulang realized what was happening, he had already climbed another flight of stairs. He turned around and walked back to his door. Just as he was about to take out his key to open the door, he remembered that the door had been replaced with a fingerprint lock. The old door lock and the key that he and Lu Zhen had returned were thrown into the trash can by Fan Xiao.
Fan Xiao was too jealous. Thinking of this, You Shulang showed a helpless and indulgent smile. This was his first smile of the day, breaking through the layers of dark clouds around him.
After unlocking the door with his fingerprint, You Shulang opened it, but what greeted him was not silence, but the rich smell of curry.
The kitchen range hood was whirring, and amid the sounds of spatulas clashing, an occasional Thai word popped up, causing chaos and confusion.
You Shulang changed his shoes, carried his briefcase and walked to the corner of the living room, where he could see the entire kitchen.
The tall man was wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his healthy and strong forearms. He was wearing a dark brown apron, and his hair was pulled back with a simple wavy headband. His profile was firm and his features were deep. When he swung the spatula, the muscles on his arms bulged, making people feel lustful.
You Shulang leaned against the wall and squinted his eyes, thinking that such a "beauty" would be better placed on the bed than in the kitchen.
Suddenly, a series of flames burst out from the stove, threatening to burn along the bottom of the pot into the pot. Fan Xiao quickly took a step back and cursed. Although it was in Thai, one could tell that he was unhappy.
"I'll do it." You Shulang put down his briefcase and walked quickly into the kitchen. Under Fan Xiao's surprised gaze, he took the wok away from the stove and turned off the fire.
"The oil has splashed onto the fire." He turned to look at Fan Xiao behind him, "Are you scared?"
"When did you come back? Didn't you say it would take half an hour?"
After extinguishing the flames, You Shulang put the pot back on the stove and turned on the gas.
"Come here," he ordered with a smile.
The distance between the two was only a fist's length, so Fan Xiao naturally understood "come here" as a hug.
He had just put his arms around You Shulang's waist from behind when he received a kiss from the man. You Shulang kissed the corner of his lips and said, "I missed you, so I drove a little faster."
Fan Xiao's heart seemed to be filled with colorful candies, so sweet that it was cloying. He pressed You Shulang tightly into his arms, wishing he could rub him into his bones and blood.
You Shulang patted him on the arm and asked with a smile, "I don't know how to cook this dish. How can I make it?"
Fan Xiao held the tip of his ear and said, "Just collect the soup."
The casserole of simmering soup next to it was emitting steam, driving away the cold air that You Shulang brought in from outside.
"I didn't expect you could actually cook."
"I don't really know how to make it. I called the chef at home in Thailand to ask for advice." Fan Xiao took out a crumpled menu with Thai words written on it from his pocket. "I've been studying it for several days for this weekend."
The soup in the pot was bubbling and the rich aroma of curry filled the air. You Shulang's heart, tired after a day of work, felt sour and soft.
Relaxing his back, he leaned into the solid embrace behind him: "I'm sorry, I ruined the fun."
Fan Xiao turned off the fire across him, his hard jaw rubbing against You Shulang's cheek, and at the same time, his gentle words passed by, as fine and invisible as the spring rain in March in the south of the Yangtze River: "How is it a spoiler? Isn't it Sunday night now? The weekend isn't over yet, my Director You."
Three dishes and one soup, although the taste was average, made You Shulang order more rice twice. An old movie was playing on the TV, and the handsome men and beautiful women with deep eyes and sharp cheeks in Southeast Asia were indeed pleasing to the eye.
The heavy curtains blocked the starlight, and the small room was filled with only black and white light and the aroma of food. Relaxation after exhaustion made You Shulang cherish Fan Xiao's efforts even more. If Director You had the intention to coax people, it would make people feel soft from the skin to the bones. Fan Xiao, who was so soft in the bones, sent several messages to his chef during dinner, and the menus for three consecutive weeks were finalized.
However, nothing can stop the jealous king from coming online at any time.
Fan Xiao scooped a spoonful of Tom Yum Goong soup and brought it to You Shulang's mouth, and asked casually, "How is your ex-boyfriend's cooking skills?"
You Shulang was always helpless when facing the jealous king. He didn't want to slander his ex, and he knew Fan Xiao was sensitive, so he had to avoid the main point: "He is busy with work and rarely goes into the kitchen."
"So you cook for him?" Fan Xiao said with a half-smile, "Director You's job is pretty easy."
You Shulang drank the soup from Fan Xiao's hand, and then he kissed the man's lips with his long arms. They drank the soup in one gulp, and You Shulang smiled as they intertwined their lips and teeth: "Baby, put less vinegar in the soup next time. I can't stand it."
He stood up and took the initiative to sit on Fan Xiao's lap, lowered his head and kissed those surprised eyes: "I don't want anyone to disturb us tonight, this is our weekend."
At this moment, Fan Xiao naturally did whatever You Shulang said. He put his hand into the man's shirt and wandered over his smooth back, his eyes like a hunting beast: "Such a wonderful weekend, what are we going to do next, Director You?"
You Shulang covered Fan Xiao's hand that was around his waist and glanced at the drawer where the leather gloves were kept.
Fan Xiao heard the sound of his blood rushing back. He stretched out his arm to open the drawer, took out the black military gloves, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want more?"
The distance between them was just enough for each other's breathing. You Shulang took the gloves and slowly put them on Fan Xiao's hand, almost reverently.
The leather blocked the temperature and reflected the dim light, looking abstinent and cold. You Shulang took the hand and slowly placed it on his neck, his eyes cold and mixed with fragmented brokenness.
"Don't you want it?"
Black and white, strong and fragile, powerful and humble.
Which man could withstand such temptation? Fan Xiao suppressed all his emotions, like a warlord in power, looking at the man in front of him who he could do whatever he wanted. His bloodthirsty madness expanded infinitely in his body. He suddenly tightened his palm, strangled You Shulang's neck, and asked calmly and coldly: "Can you give me everything I want?"
With the oxygen cut off, You Shulang looked pale. He gently placed his hand on Fan Xiao's wrist and answered with some difficulty: "What do you want?" You Shulang said the line from the movie just now, "My most precious love has been given to you."
Fan Xiao's hands trembled, and suddenly his strength loosened. For some reason, a trace of sadness flashed through his heart. Before the sadness could overflow, he suddenly lowered his body, lifted You Shulang onto his shoulders, walked quickly towards the bedroom, and threw him onto the big bed.
Between the billowing quilts, two people entered the gap between the hopes and wishes. The fingers wrapped in black soft leather went deep into the mouth, crushing the soul-stirring unbearable sounds; the cold and ruthless leather gripped the ankles and pressed deeply, exploring the human body's ultimate flexibility over and over again; the black executioner pressed on the protruding butterfly bones, using all his strength to tear apart its tenderness, dreams, and the fluttering hopes and wishes...
"You Shulang." Fan Xiao called him.
You Shulang raised his eyelids slightly, his expression already a little dazed, he responded softly, "Hmm? Fan Xiao?"
His voice was low and hoarse, probably due to tiredness, but it sounded deeply gentle.
Fan Xiao loved to hear him call her name, especially in bed. It was beyond any ordinary affection, it was clear "love".
Many emotions surged in Fan Xiao's eyes, hot and cold, wild and slow, deep heartbeat and cruel coldness, flickering and madly pulling.
"คุณไม่คิดว่าคุณใจร้ายเหรอ? "
What he said to You Shulang seemed like what he was saying to himself.
Avoiding those gentle eyes, Fan Xiao lowered his eyelids, leaned over and kissed them.
The kiss with strong sense of aggression seemed to be a catharsis, a declaration. He dominated You Shulang's world and dominated the ridiculous emotions of this great man.
But, Fan Xiao, why are you not happy?
I went crazy until very late and exhausted all my energy.
After taking a shower, the two people, who were rare in their lives, did not sleep in each other's arms, but instead each occupied a side of the bed.
The curtains in the bedroom had been changed and there was no light in the room. Fan Xiao stared at the boundless darkness with his eyes open, feeling the steady breathing of the person next to him.
After a long time, the person next to him suddenly moved. You Shulang got up carefully, walked out of the bedroom slowly, and closed the door again.
Five minutes later, Fan Xiao also walked out and found the man on the narrow balcony.
You Shulang was smoking. He was only wearing a thin silk pajamas and standing on the enclosed balcony without any heating facilities. He looked like the smoke entangled between his fingers, ethereal and lonely.
Fan Xiao pushed open the balcony door and walked in, putting clothes on You Shulang from behind. The man was obviously a little surprised, took off his cigarette and asked, "Did I disturb you when I came out?"
"No." Fan Xiao hugged You Shulang, put his chin on his shoulder, and said in a frivolous tone, "It seems that I still haven't squeezed Director You dry enough for you to have the strength to get up and smoke."
"Fuck!" You Shulang cursed with a smile. He patted Fan Xiao's hand and said, "It's cold here. Go back. I'll go to bed after I finish smoking."
"Are you worried about something?" Fan Xiao asked.
You Shulang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I just want to smoke a cigarette."
"I'm your boyfriend, is there something you want to hide from me?"
You Shulang tilted his head to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Come in, I'll talk to you."
After putting out their cigarettes, they entered the room. Fan Xiao shivered with cold, and You Shulang took him to the bed and held him in his arms.
"I'm going to sell this house."
"Why?"
You Shulang's house is old. Although it is located in the city center, it is not a school district house, so it is worth a little money, but not a lot of money.
You Shulang doesn't have high demands for material things. Given his personality, he would not consider selling the house unless he encountered some insurmountable difficulties.
Fan Xiao lit up a bedside lamp: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"
"I went to see my brother this weekend." You Shulang put Fan Xiao's cold hand into his pajamas. "He was in urgent need of money. I didn't have enough savings, so I planned to sell this house."
Fan Xiao thought of the other young face in the photo he had hidden away: "How much do you want? I can..."
"Fan Xiao." You Shulang interrupted Fan Xiao, "This is why I don't want to tell you. I don't want you to get involved in this. But, tomorrow an agent will bring someone to see the house, and it would be inappropriate not to tell you."
There was a photo frame on the bedside table in the bedroom, and inside it was a picture of the handsome Fan Xiao. Such photos could be seen everywhere in this small house of only 80 square meters. When You Shulang put it up, he felt a little helpless when he saw the jealous Fan Xiao. Now that he had to put it away, he felt a little sad.
"We are lovers, but the premise is that we are both independent individuals. This matter is still within my ability to handle. If I really can't handle it, I will ask Mr. Fan for help."
Fan Xiao naturally knew You Shulang's character best. He had said so much, and Fan Xiao had nothing more to say. His eyes darkened, and he said with some surprise: "Move to my place tomorrow. It doesn't matter if you don't have this shabby house. I can buy a better one later."
You Shulang hooked his palm with his finger: "I have already applied for a dormitory with the company, so..."
Fan Xiao took a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said coldly: "Director You, what's the matter?"
You Shulang reached out to take the cigarette, and patted Fan Xiao's head like he was petting a dog: "I'm very tired, stop making trouble, there's no room for negotiation on living together, go to bed now."
After turning off the lights, Fan Xiao was alone in the dark... throwing a tantrum.