In the spacious, bright living room, a dignified and elegant lady sat on the sofa, wearing a look of utter confusion.

Aunt Qin had been waiting in the living room for a full three minutes before the door to the dressing room suddenly opened. She immediately turned her head toward the entrance, seeing Qin Cheng calmly pulling the door handle and walking out. Following him was…

“Rongrong, my dear heart!” Aunt Qin’s eyes widened as she hurried forward. “What happened? Why are you wearing a mask now? Let Auntie take a look—are you hurt somewhere? I saw on the news that the crew you were filming with had an accident. Did you really get hurt?”

Rong Xu, calm and collected, stepped aside to avoid Aunt Qin’s hand. His delicate eyes curved into a slight smile as he seriously said, “No, I’m not hurt. Aunt Qin, it’s just that autumn is coming, and I caught the flu. I’m wearing the mask because I don’t want to infect you or… Qin Cheng.”

Hearing this, Aunt Qin’s heart tightened even more. She said worriedly, “My dear Rongrong, you’ve caught a cold? You need to rest well, okay? Go back to your room to rest right now, don’t do anything, and let Auntie cook for you.” Then she turned to her son, “Qin Cheng, what are you two having for dinner tonight?”

After a moment’s thought, the man’s deep voice answered, “…Cake?”

Aunt Qin immediately widened her eyes in disbelief, “Rongrong is sick, and you want him to eat cake? Not cook him some proper food?!”

The handsome, elegant man lowered his gaze slightly, looking at his mother who was fussing over his son as if her heart would break. After a long pause, he said calmly, “Isn’t that why you’re here—to celebrate my birthday?”

For some reason, seeing her son’s expressionless face, Aunt Qin’s confidence slowly faded away. She muttered softly, then pulled Rong Xu over and helped him lie down on the bed to rest well. Then she took her son by the hand and headed toward the kitchen, saying as they walked, “Anyway, your birthday is tomorrow, so today take good care of Rongrong.”

Soon enough, the sounds of cooking came from the kitchen.

Aunt Qin was the one wielding the spatula, while Qin Cheng helped with small tasks. Aunt Qin kept talking non-stop, but Qin Cheng just quietly looked down at the sink, washing and prepping vegetables without replying.

Since they were far away, Rong Xu didn’t catch what Aunt Qin was saying, but he guessed she was probably telling Qin Cheng to take good care of him or teaching him how to cook.

Slowly, Rong Xu looked toward the kitchen and watched the two busy figures, feeling a wave of relief.

He lifted his hand and took off the mask. His lips were still a little red and swollen, carrying a faint, enticing sheen—as if they had just been through a wild kiss. On his soft upper lip was a small wound—caused by Qin Cheng’s gentle bite—which was why he had to wear the mask, to avoid Aunt Qin noticing.

The blame was entirely on their somewhat excessive behavior while eating the cake earlier.

This was a playful intimacy only shared between lovers; when alone, they could be as affectionate as they wanted. Whether feeding each other cake with their mouths or planning to put on military uniforms in the dressing room for some kind of role-play, it was all fine—until suddenly someone barged in.

Thinking of this, Rong Xu stroked his lips and smiled helplessly.

The last time Aunt Qin came, she waited at the door for a long time. For a mother visiting her son’s home, having to stand outside and wait was just too unreasonable. So, on Rong Xu’s suggestion, Qin Cheng gave Aunt Qin a spare key to the apartment.

It had been almost half a year since then, and Aunt Qin had been busy traveling all over the world for work, with no time to come by. So the two of them gradually forgot about it. Even after they got together, they still never thought to guard against the possibility of “a third person showing up in this house at any time.”

If Aunt Qin suddenly burst in while they were… doing that in bed…

Rong Xu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

That would be a literal “caught in the act”—uh, well, something like that.

At that point, even jumping into the Yellow River couldn’t wash it clean—they’d have no choice but to confess their relationship to Aunt Qin.

Neither of them had thought about telling Aunt Qin their relationship now. Rong Xu didn’t know what Qin Cheng was thinking, but he could imagine it—he felt Aunt Qin definitely wouldn’t be very calm about it.

China allows same-sex marriage, but society still mostly favors heterosexual couples, and many traditional views haven’t shifted, especially among the older generation.

Aunt Qin was in her fifties. Could she really accept their relationship? Would she be angry?

Besides, Qin Cheng was her only son.

The handsome and graceful young man slowly lowered his gaze and looked at his fingers, gradually lost in thought.

In the kitchen, the two were still cooking. It seemed all the vegetables were washed and prepared, and Qin Cheng was about to leave the kitchen when a sharp female voice rang out:

“Trying to run away? Go clean up the kitchen!”

Qin Cheng looked up, his deep gaze locking onto his mother.

Aunt Qin turned away, summoning all her courage to say, “Hurry… get to it!”

A faint, helpless smile tugged at Qin Cheng’s lips as he picked up a cloth and seriously started… wiping the table.

In the room, Rong Xu saw this scene, got up, and took out a lip balm from the drawer, beginning to apply it on his lips. He tried his best to cover the wound on his lips. Just as the wound was nearly concealed, he suddenly received a message. Opening it, he saw—

【Qin Cheng: The key has been given out.】

Rong Xu was slightly stunned. He looked up and glanced at Qin Cheng not far away. After thinking, he replied:

【…Of course I’m not asking Aunt Qin to take it back.】

Five seconds later, Qin Cheng’s reply came:

【From now on, let’s book hotels when we go out.】

Rong Xu: “…!!!”

Book hotels?!

They’re not having a secret affair! Why book hotels?!

He was speechless to the extreme. But after thinking it through, Rong Xu couldn’t think of a better solution. To avoid being “caught in bed” again, if not booking hotels, then they’d have to buy another place. Qin Cheng did have another apartment in City B, but…

【Rong Xu: I’ll buy a new place.】

Qin Cheng, holding the cloth and phone in one hand, looked amusingly comical wearing an apron (which Aunt Qin had forcefully put on him) as he read the message and calmly curled his lips.

【Qin Cheng: Alright, a golden house to hide the beloved.】

Rong Xu raised an eyebrow: 【It’s my house, so does that make you the “beloved”?】

【Qin Cheng: You want to support me?】

The two continued their playful banter via text. Meanwhile, Aunt Qin was still diligently cooking in the kitchen, completely unaware that behind her back, her son was casually wiping the table and teasing Rong Xu over text.

After the food was ready, Rong Xu took off his mask, and the three of them sat down together at the dining table.

Seeing Rong Xu no longer wearing the mask, Aunt Qin wasn’t concerned. Instead, she kept serving him, saying, “It’s just a cold. A little fresh air will help. You’re not outside now—why worry about infecting Auntie? It’s fine, Xiao Xu, eat well and don’t be so particular. Auntie doesn’t mind.”

Rong Xu smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Auntie.”

After chatting for a while, Rong Xu learned that Aunt Qin’s visit had been planned long ago and that Uncle Qin had known about it. So when Qin Cheng borrowed the private jet that morning, Uncle Qin didn’t hesitate to lend it, without asking why Qin Cheng needed to rush back—if Qin Cheng didn’t return, who else would his wife celebrate his birthday with?

But this time, Aunt Qin hadn’t come on a whim. She just happened to have a conference in City B the next day, so she “conveniently” came to celebrate her son’s birthday.

After serving Rong Xu some food, Aunt Qin also served some to Qin Cheng: “Eat more. The last time we celebrated your birthday was three years ago, right? Look at you—you’re having your birthday but acting so cold and indifferent. Cheer up! If you keep this up, how will you scare poor Rongrong?”

Qin Cheng quietly ate his food, while Rong Xu couldn’t help but glance at him several times with amusement.

Although Aunt Qin was a bit intimidated by her own son, Qin Cheng absolutely respected her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have silently endured her nagging all through dinner—from how he was never home to how he hadn’t taken good care of Rong Xu, letting others bully him.

Qin Cheng listened to all of this without a word.

After dinner, Aunt Qin waved her hand dismissively. “It’s your birthday, and Rongrong isn’t feeling well. You two rest—I’ll clean up.”

But Rong Xu wasn’t actually sick. How could he just sit there, neither helping with cooking nor cleaning? He quickly stepped in to assist Aunt Qin, which moved her deeply. She kept saying, “My sweet Rongrong is such a good boy.”

Rong Xu smiled faintly.

Since Aunt Qin had arrived late, by the time everything was done, it was already half past eleven.

Exhausted from her travels, Aunt Qin headed toward Qin Cheng’s room—once again staying there for the night. At the doorway, she turned to Rong Xu, pinching his soft cheeks affectionately and chatting for a while before finally closing the door to rest.

When the door clicked shut, Rong Xu quietly let out a sigh of relief. Before he could react, his left hand was suddenly grabbed.

His eyes widened in surprise as the man pulled him into the room and swiftly shut the door behind them.

Click—

The door closed at his back. Rong Xu looked up at Qin Cheng in shock, barely uttering a single syllable—“Qin”—before his lips were abruptly sealed by a fierce kiss.

Taking advantage of his slightly parted lips, Qin Cheng’s tongue slipped inside, exploring the heated depths with wild possessiveness. His right arm tightened around Rong Xu’s slender waist while his other hand cupped the younger man’s jaw, forcing him to tilt his head up and surrender to the kiss.

Pressed between Qin Cheng’s broad, scorching chest and the cold door behind him, Rong Xu’s initial surprise melted away. He slowly closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Qin Cheng’s waist as he lost himself in the kiss.

Their lips and tongues moved in a passionate rhythm, the wet, lewd sounds of their kiss echoing softly in the quiet room. Qin Cheng’s arms tightened, pulling their bodies flush together until their heartbeats synchronized through their pressed chests, thrumming as one.

“Mmm…”

A sweet, involuntary moan escaped Rong Xu’s lips, the tingling pleasure creeping up his spine and clouding his mind. Gradually, his legs weakened, his head spinning as his sensitive body instinctively leaned into Qin Cheng’s embrace, submitting to the storm of the man’s relentless kiss.

Until—

Click—

The sound of a door opening outside. The soft tap-tap of slippers.

Rong Xu’s eyes flew open, and he instinctively tried to push Qin Cheng away—only for the man to tighten his grip on the back of his head while his other hand reached down to lock the door.

Knock-knock—knock-knock—

“Qin Cheng, where are the cups? I need some water.”

Silence was the only reply.

Qin Cheng’s rough, dominating kiss sent Rong Xu’s heart racing. He wanted to push him away, but the lack of air—stolen by this man—left him lightheaded and weak. And just beyond the door, Aunt Qin was knocking.

The realization made Rong Xu tremble even more. The illicit thrill of it—like they were sneaking around—sent heat pooling low in his body, surging straight to his head.

“Mmm…”

Aunt Qin faintly heard a strange noise outside. She knocked again. “Qin Cheng?”

“Hah… hah… nngh…”

The kiss broke abruptly. Rong Xu gasped for air, but before he could recover, Qin Cheng’s lips trailed to his ear, teeth lightly grazing the delicate earlobe. A soft whimper escaped Rong Xu, who quickly covered his mouth, shooting Qin Cheng a reproachful look. Just as he was about to push him away, Qin Cheng chuckled low in his ear and whispered, “I’m ‘showering.’ You answer.”

“Qin Cheng, what are you doing? Huh? Why is the door locked?”

Biting his lip, Rong Xu forced out, “Auntie, Qin Cheng is… showering. The cups are in the second cabinet on the left in the kitchen. You can just—”

Ah!

Qin Cheng suddenly sucked his earlobe into his mouth, the electric sensation wrenching another moan from Rong Xu. Suppressing a shiver, he continued, voice trembling, “Y-You can just… get them.”

Aunt Qin’s voice continued from outside the door: “Rongrong, your voice sounds a bit strange—what’s wrong? Open the door quickly and let me see you.”

Rong Xu immediately replied, “I’m just feeling a little unwell… a cold… yeah, my cold hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“Then open the door right away! I’ll boil some water for you, and you can take some medicine!”

“Auntie… ah!” The man suddenly licked the sensitive hollow of his ear, and Rong Xu nearly collapsed from the overwhelming pleasure. Thankfully, Qin Cheng caught him in time. Gritting his teeth, he forced out, “Auntie, I… I’ve already undressed and gone to bed. It’s just a minor illness, it’s fine…”

At the words “undressed”, Aunt Qin paused for a moment before chuckling. She muttered something like “still shy around me?” and then, after some more concerned reminders, finally walked toward the kitchen.

Inside the room, Qin Cheng pinned the young man’s wrists against the door, pressing him firmly in place as he traced the delicate shell of his ear with his tongue.

Truthfully, just having his earlobe licked wouldn’t have been enough to make Rong Xu fully hard—no matter how sensitive his body was. But the knowledge that just beyond the door stood Aunt Qin, who had always doted on him, while her own son was the one kissing him—this forbidden thrill sent shivers down his spine, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

But this was only the beginning.

Outside, Aunt Qin’s footsteps paused in the kitchen, followed by the sound of water being boiled.

Meanwhile, in front of him, the man continued to kiss his ears, his nose, his eyelids—all while slowly unbuttoning his pajamas. One button after another, his scorching fingers occasionally brushing against Rong Xu’s skin, each accidental touch making him tremble.

“Aunt Qin is still outside… you should… behave a little.”

Suppressing the surging desire in his chest, the young man clung to the last shreds of his rationality.

Qin Cheng lifted his dark, smoldering gaze and glanced toward the bed. Following his line of sight, Rong Xu suddenly noticed a deep black military uniform lying beside it! His eyes widened in disbelief—that uniform was supposed to be in the wardrobe. After a stunned moment, realization slowly dawned on him.

The bright light reflected in Rong Xu’s clear, lake-like eyes, shimmering like sunlight dancing on water—irresistibly alluring. Qin Cheng’s breath hitched. Then, in the next second, Rong Xu suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around Qin Cheng’s waist, pressing their bodies flush together with not a sliver of space between them. His tongue flicked out, teasingly wetting his own lips…