After a night of refreshing sleep, Fang Chen didn’t even notice he was missing a pair of underwear. He changed his clothes and sat obediently at the dining table, waiting for the man to cook him small wontons.

It was no exaggeration to say that Seth’s current cooking skills were on par with New Oriental Culinary School; he could open a “New Occidental” in New York City.

The wontons were freshly wrapped that morning. The previous batches of wontons had been too big for Fang Chen’s liking, so Seth had found a chef to learn from again. The small wontons served this time were just right for one bite. Fang Chen ate with great delight, showering Seth with endless praise.

The man was floating on air from the compliments. If it weren’t for having to go to the training ground, he would have already brandished a kitchen knife to prepare a Manchu-Han Imperial Feast.

He brought out a cookbook and sat next to Fang Chen. “Baby, what do you want to eat tomorrow? Just pick anything. I’ll make whatever you want.”

Fang Chen nodded happily and pointed casually. “Let’s eat these two pages first.”

Seth thought he was so cute he could die. The arousal that had been quelled by a cold shower early in the morning was faintly stirring again.

He took a deep breath, restraining the impulse to lean over and press the person down onto the chair for a kiss, and nodded. “Okay, whatever you say.”

After a happy breakfast, Fang Chen watched as Seth packed snacks into his backpack for him. The man often did this, as if Fang Chen were a child who never grew up, always needing food and juice packed for him when he went out.

Fang Chen rested his chin on his hand and remarked, “You’re like a daddy like this.”

The man raised an eyebrow, looking at him with an unreadable expression.

Fang Chen’s hair stood on end under his gaze. Realizing his slip of the tongue, he quickly tried to salvage it. “Um… let’s go, don’t dawdle.”

But Seth wasn’t listening to him this time. He casually tossed the things in his hand aside and strode towards Fang Chen. Seeing him like this, Fang Chen felt inexplicably scared and subconsciously tried to run, but before he could take two steps, the man hooked an arm around his waist and lifted him up.

“What are you running for?”

“Don’t…” The man’s large hand was squeezing his butt with very suggestive intent. Fang Chen struggled a couple of times, whimpering, “You’re not allowed to kiss me.”

“I’m not kissing.” Seth nuzzled Fang Chen’s neck, licking it with his tongue, and mumbled, “I’m just licking.”

What is wrong with him!!!

Fang Chen pushed him angrily. “Let’s go. Didn’t you say Joey is going too? What if he gets impatient waiting?”

The man snorted. “Does one get impatient waiting to die?”

…

“I’m going to die.” Joey lay sprawled on a lounge chair in the rest area, lamenting, “Seth is going to send me to see God with one punch.”

His friend Rick, who was beside him, laughed. “God is too busy to see you.”

“But what’s the deal with that person you mentioned? I was only on vacation for a few months, and Seth fell in love?” Rick rubbed his chin. “It’s hard to imagine what a block of ice is like when he’s in love.”

Joey snorted. “He’s not a block of ice. Seth is only a block of ice to us. To his little cutie, he’s a marshmallow.”

“Wow! You’re exaggerating!”

Footsteps came from outside the rest area. Because the door wasn’t closed, the sounds from outside were very clear.

“Oh my god, this place is huge, like a stadium!”

Rick was a little surprised. This was Seth’s private training room. Usually, only club members came here. Where did this person come from?

He walked out to take a look and was stunned.

Seth was wearing a black jacket, looking very cool, but he was carrying a mismatched small blue bag that was bulging. His other hand was holding a young man’s.

He was a very beautiful Easterner, with black hair and black eyes, and very fair skin. He was smiling, his eyes curving as he said something to Seth. When he spoke, Seth would deliberately lower his head to listen.

This scene was too surreal. If it weren’t for Seth’s very recognizable face, Rick would have almost thought he had mistaken him for someone else.

Joey followed him out and patted Rick’s shoulder. “See, I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

At the same time, he raised his arm and waved. “Chen! Good morning.”

Fang Chen had already forgotten that just the day before he had sworn in his heart not to make up with Joey. He also greeted him happily, “Good morning.”

Seth raised his eyes and gave a faint look. Joey immediately felt guilty, laughed awkwardly, and pushed Rick forward for an introduction.

After the greetings, not wanting to delay their practice, Fang Chen immediately said, “You go do your thing, don’t worry about me. I see a treadmill over there, I’ll go for a run by myself.”

The thought of “not worrying about Fang Chen” didn’t even exist in Seth’s mind. He followed him over. “I’ll help you set it up.”

After adjusting the time, incline, and speed, Seth was still a little worried. “Call me if you get bored. Okay?”

Fang Chen waved his hand. “Okay, okay!”

At that moment, he was still thinking that Seth was so clingy. Was it that he couldn’t bear to be separated from him for even a moment?

But when Seth really left and he was power-walking on the treadmill by himself, he felt an emptiness in his heart. He couldn’t help but wonder what Seth was doing now, whether he had changed into his gear and started practicing.

Damn it!

Fang Chen covered his face.

Could he be turning into a love-struck fool?

After another ten minutes or so, Fang Chen stopped the machine and walked towards the ring. As soon as he got close, he heard a “bang.” He was startled and quickened his pace in a panic.

On the ring, it was a punching bag that had been sent flying by a punch. Beside it, with a pale face, was Joey, who muttered, “God, I’m really coming to see you.”

Seth was on the opposite side, looking at him with a blank expression, in a posture ready to throw a punch.

Joey suddenly caught a glimpse of Fang Chen walking towards them out of the corner of his eye. He let out a loud “waaah” and shouted towards Fang Chen, “Come quickly! Chen! Seth is going to kill me!”

Fang Chen, “…”

Seth stopped his movement and also turned his head to look over.

Fang Chen smiled at them, his eyes curving. “Am I interrupting you? Can I watch for a while?”

Joey was about to cry. “Chen! Please, you fight Seth. My girlfriend is still waiting for me at home!”

Fang Chen blinked and pointed at himself. “Me? Can I even withstand one of his punches?”

“Yes, yes, you can.”

Seeing that Seth didn’t speak, Joey knew there was a chance. He quickly jumped off the ring, fumbled to put the gear on Fang Chen, and stuffed the boxing gloves into his hands. “Trust me, you are the Eastern boxing king.”

Just like that, Fang Chen was cluelessly packaged and thrown onto the ring.

From beginning to end, the man didn’t say anything.

Fang Chen looked left and right and asked hesitantly, “Do you really want me to fight you?”

Seth smiled and raised a hand towards him.

What did that mean?

Was he provoking him?

Fang Chen snorted. “Don’t look down on me.”

He twisted his wrists, rotated his arms, put on a grand posture, then gritted his teeth and charged forward with a punch.

Like a small cannonball.

The man held back his laughter. When Fang Chen got close, he dodged to the side, and then hooked an arm around Fang Chen’s waist. If this were a real match, he would have already slammed this person to the ground.

But of course, he couldn’t do that. He gently patted Fang Chen’s butt. “Too slow, not fast enough.”

The little lamb took a few steps back, not knowing whether to make a fist or cover his butt. He stared at Seth with wide, angry eyes.

The man smiled faintly and waved his hand. “Again.”

Fang Chen gritted his teeth. He charged over again, but this time his fist was aimed downwards. Seth was taken aback, almost laughing in exasperation. This time he stood still, but when the little lamb got in front of him, he couldn’t bring himself to strike.

What if he broke the eggs?

He felt he had lost face. “Why didn’t you dodge?”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “I wanted to see if you could hit it.”

The little lamb ground his teeth. “Don’t think I wouldn’t dare.”

Seth snorted with laughter. He pressed on the person’s waist and pulled Fang Chen into his arms, whispering, “You ungrateful little thing. I served you last night, and you’re attacking me today, hmm?”

Fang Chen’s eyes widened.

He, he, he—why was he saying these things in broad daylight!

He anxiously wanted to cover Seth’s mouth. “Don’t talk nonsense, there are people here!”

“What people? Joey wouldn’t dare come over unless he really wants to die.”

The little lamb’s face was so close, yet he couldn’t even kiss him. The man felt like a caged beast, a焦躁 in his heart. He lowered his head and pressed the tip of his nose against Fang Chen’s. “Baby, when can I finally kiss you?”

Fang Chen let out a soft snort. “When I’m in a good mood.”

Seth was helpless against him. In the end, he could only touch the boy’s nose with his lips, his voice slightly deep. “Little rascal.”

Fang Chen kicked him. “You teach me. You promised me last time.”

Towards him, Seth seemed to have infinite good temper and patience. He smiled at the words. “Fine, I’ll teach you. As long as you don’t keep hitting me after you learn to box.”

Fang Chen shook his fist. “Who else would I hit? I’ll only hit you. I’ll get on top of you and hit you.”

Hearing the last sentence, the man’s eyes darkened. He stared at Fang Chen, his voice terribly hoarse. “Really?”

What ‘really’?

Fang Chen was stunned for a moment, then realized, and subconsciously looked down at the man’s lower body. His whole face turned bright red.

“You! You!”

Fang Chen didn’t even know how to scold him, so angry that he couldn’t speak clearly.

The man, however, had a natural expression, his tone calm. “This shows that I’m physiologically normal.”

Fang Chen gritted his teeth. “Of course I know you’re normal.”

If this wasn’t normal, then nothing was more normal!

In the end, he didn’t learn how to box. Seth went to take a shower, and Fang Chen sat outside playing on his phone, bored, waiting for him.

As soon as he opened the chat window, he saw a message from Jamin, saying that Twitter had a new feature that could show the distance between friends.

Jamin had always been very unrestrained in his speech.

“Then my list and I should all be at a negative distance.”

Fang Chen found it cringe-worthy and replied with a string of ellipses. But it was only then that he remembered this app. He hadn’t posted about his daily life in a long time. He casually took a photo of the training ground in front of him, preparing to post it on Twitter.

After opening the app, thinking of Jamin’s words, he curiously clicked to take a look.

He hadn’t chatted privately with many people. The person he had spoken to the most was probably this [Saoirse]. He was ranked first, and the icon next to him was also very obvious.

33m

This represented their distance.

Fang Chen was stunned.

So close?!

He looked up again, dazedly looking around. Did this mean that this Saoirse, who had sent him ab pics and had been overtly and covertly trying to hook up with him, was a member of this club?

This was too awkward!!!

But Fang Chen quickly realized that the only people here today were him, Seth, Joey, and Rick.

Fang Chen’s heart beat a little faster. He quickly clicked into the chat messages again and carefully looked at the photo Saoirse had sent him. At that time, he had only glanced at it hastily and had never looked at it seriously. Now, after scrutinizing it for a while, Fang Chen gritted his teeth in anger.

It was Seth!!

Having lived together for so long, and the man loved to walk around in front of him with his chest exposed, he recognized it at a glance!

When did Seth find out this account was his?

Fang Chen scrolled up through the records and saw that the earliest chat between the two was the night before Fang Chen went to the farm.

So early?!

He had been hiding it from him!! The little lamb snorted angrily.

Just when did this person start having designs on him?

Damn it, damn it!!!

When the man came out after a shower, he saw the little lamb sitting on the bench, staring at him with a straight face.

Is he angry?

The man quickly reflected on his recent behavior.

He hadn’t even managed to kiss him.

He paused. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

The little lamb looked at him with a blank expression. “Seth, are you hiding something from me?”

The man’s heart seemed to skip a beat.

What thing?

Recently, he had stolen the little lamb’s underwear and secretly sniffed it. A couple of days ago, he had licked the little lamb’s lips while he was asleep, not daring to stick his tongue in. And that day he had… satisfied himself while looking at the little lamb’s photo…

Could it be that he knows what I did to Chen Fang!

Seeing the man’s silence, the little lamb’s eyes widened. “How many things are you hiding from me? You need to think for so long!!”

The man coughed slightly. “No… I’m not hiding anything from you, baby. You must have misunderstood.”

He took a step closer, wanting to pull the person into his arms, but Fang Chen took two steps back first, glaring at him fiercely. “Confess honestly! Otherwise, not only will I not let you kiss me, but no hugging either! No hand-holding either!!”

Two huge boulders pressed down on him. The man frowned.

He was already barely tolerating not being allowed to kiss. No hugging and no hand-holding was out of the question. It might as well kill him.

“Okay, it was me. I gave Chen Fang the money to go gambling. Who let him bother you, who let him harass you? I’ve hated him for a long time. Breaking a few of his ribs was letting him off easy.”

Fang Chen was stunned.

A few seconds later, he shouted in surprise, “What? It was really you who gave him the money?! How much did you give him?”

Seth’s eyelid twitched. He knew he had said the wrong thing. But he could only continue, “Not much, only a hundred thousand dollars.”

“A hundred thousand dollars!!!”

The little lamb almost fainted. He quickly sat down and took a couple of breaths, then pointed a finger at Seth angrily. “He asked me for twenty thousand and I didn’t give it to him, and you gave him a hundred thousand!!”

Seth quickly walked over. “I was wrong, baby. That’s why I say, you should be the one to manage the money in our family.”

Fang Chen was so angry he was about to burst like a pufferfish, wishing he could rush over to Chen Fang and make him spit out the hundred thousand dollars.

So much money, ahhh!!!

He looked up again, his eyes unfriendly towards Seth. “What else? Speak!”

The man frowned. “I really have nothing else to hide from you, baby. Why don’t you give me a hint?”

“Then no hugging!”

Seth gritted his teeth. “I stole your underwear yesterday.”

“And I stole a shirt before!”

“Last time on the phone, I lied and said I had just finished working out. Actually, I was looking at your photo and…”

“That time in the car, I secretly kissed you and even bit your ear.”

…

Fang Chen sat on the chair, listening to Seth for almost ten minutes.

He was numb.

A numb little lamb.

The man felt he had said everything he could. Finally, he couldn’t stand it anymore and came over to forcefully hug the little lamb. “Baby, don’t be angry with me.”

Fang Chen limply rested his chin on the man’s shoulder. “Calling you a pervert feels like a waste of breath.”

The man chuckled with pleasure. “Baby, scold me some more.”

“…”

Fang Chen angrily bit the man’s shoulder, but unfortunately, the man’s skin was tough and thick, and he couldn’t even leave a mark.

“It’s Twitter!” Fang Chen said angrily. “Is that Saoirse you?!”

He was really afraid Seth would continue talking.

The man had the nerve to say it, but he didn’t dare to listen!

Seth was stunned for a moment, then realized. He felt a rare surge of annoyance, but it was directed at himself, because for this matter, he had almost emptied his entire family fortune in confessions.

He leaned over and touched Fang Chen’s ear with his lips. “It’s me, baby. I saw this app on your phone before, so I downloaded it too, just to talk to you more.”

Fang Chen pushed him angrily. “You even sent me that kind of photo. I thought you wanted to… hook up with me!”

The man let out two muffled laughs and couldn’t help but lick Fang Chen’s soft earlobe with his tongue. “Baby, you’re so cute.”

“Pervert!”

“Give me back the things you stole when we get back.”

“Did you hear me!!”

“What I’ve stolen is mine.”

“…”

---

Fang Chen didn’t want to waste more breath arguing with the man over a few pieces of cloth. That evening, back at the apartment, while the man was cooking in the kitchen, he secretly slipped into Seth’s bedroom, preparing to “steal” his things back.

He had been living in the apartment for a while, but Fang Chen had never been to the bedroom where Seth lived. In his eyes, it was no different from a wolf’s den.

The decoration style of each bedroom was similar, minimalist black, white, and gray, only the master bedroom’s bed was larger.

The little lamb began to search stealthily. After searching for a while, he felt something was wrong. He straightened his back. Why should he feel guilty for taking his own things!!

He opened the closet. Inside were some everyday clothes. Next to it was a shelf with several compartments.

The little lamb hesitated for a moment, then opened a drawer and was instantly shocked.

Inside, some cash was casually placed, stacks of US dollars filling it up, looking like something out of a Hollywood blockbuster.

The little lamb slammed the drawer shut with a “swoosh,” his heart pounding, startled.

Opening the one below, it was actually a safe.

If cash was just casually placed, what was in this safe? It must be gold bars or something similar.

Fang Chen didn’t dare to look anymore. He was about to quickly close the drawer when he looked up and saw Seth, who had come over at some point and was leaning lazily against the door, watching him.

The little lamb felt guilty for a moment, but quickly became righteous again.

“Where are my things!” he asked fiercely, holding out his hand to Seth. “Give them back!”

The man raised an eyebrow and took the little lamb’s hand, holding it firmly in his own. “Not giving them back.”

Fang Chen was shocked.

How can a thief be so righteous!

But he quickly asked curiously, “What’s in the safe? Is it this…”

The little lamb secretly made a “7” with his fingers and went “biubiu” at the man twice.

Isn’t that how it’s always done in the movies?

The man really couldn’t help it. He reached out, pulled the person into his arms, lowered his head, and bit his cheek. It was soft and fluffy, like a sugar cake.

How could his little lamb be so cute!

“No… no kissing!”

Fang Chen angrily stomped on his foot.

“Didn’t kiss,” the man mumbled. “Just a bite.”

“…”

Not daring to really make the person angry, Seth lowered his head and gently licked the teeth marks he had just made, then let the person go. “Want to see? I’ll open it for you.”

The little lamb shook his head. “Fine, you open it and let’s see.”

As if amused by him again, the man’s lips curved. He casually pressed his fingerprint on the outside of the safe. With a “click,” the safe door opened.

The little lamb curiously craned his neck to look and was instantly stunned, more shocked than if he had seen gold bars and biubius.

The US dollars could be piled up casually.

But what was in the safe was actually his underwear, his shirt, and a leather cord bracelet he had casually misplaced and couldn’t find. They were all messy little things, but every single one was related to Fang Chen.

“You—”

“I’m a pervert,” the man smoothly finished his sentence.

“I—”

“You’re mine.” Seth stared at him with deep eyes. “Actually, the things I want to lock up are not just these.”

The little lamb didn’t dare to listen anymore, afraid he would be unable to resist calling the police. Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, he wanted to quietly slip past Seth, but was grabbed by the man and pressed against the wall.

The man said in a deep voice, “Do you see clearly what kind of person I am now?”

Fang Chen’s lips moved, but no words came out.

Seth leaned in close, his lips against his ear, his tone sounding a little strange, as if he were feigning fierceness, yet with a hint of excitement.

“Want to run? Want to hide?”

The boy was silent for a moment.

“Gurgle.”

Whose stomach was that growling?

The little lamb clutched his stomach and looked at Seth innocently.

“Time to eat.”

…

In the end, he didn’t get his things back, but the little lamb didn’t dare to go again, afraid he would go in and never come out.

But he couldn’t swallow this embarrassing anger.

After eating, he curled up on the sofa, deliberately scrolling through Twitter in front of Seth, looking at men with abs, and even making “tsk tsk” comments.

“This muscle is so beautiful.”

“Wow, his skin is wheat-colored.”

“Oh my, this one is so buff.”

Of course, Seth could see that the little lamb was doing it on purpose. He cleaned up the dining table, stood to the side and stared at the little lamb for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and went back to his room.

As soon as the door closed, Fang Chen peeked his head out from behind his phone. Hmm?? Could he be angry!!

After waiting for a short while, the man pushed the door open and came out of the room again. Fang Chen secretly raised his eyes to look and was so shocked his phone almost fell.

Seth looked like he had just taken a shower. He walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. The key point was, whether it was intentional or not, after taking two steps towards Fang Chen, the towel loosened and just fell off.

FUCK!!!!!!!

The little lamb was stunned.

It could be like this!!!

The direct impact of seeing it from a distance like this was even stronger than that day in the bathroom. The boy’s bright black eyes were wide open, and he was stunned for a full few seconds. It wasn’t until the man was almost in front of him that he jumped up as if startled. “You, you, you—can’t you put on some clothes?”

“Don’t you like to look?” The man glanced down at the phone that had fallen on the floor and said faintly, “Am I not better than these?”

Alright… although… but…

Fang Chen finally regretted it. He shouldn’t have used this method to provoke the man, but it was too late. The man slipped into his clothes. Fang Chen’s eyes were red, tears threatening to fall but not falling, as he helplessly hugged the man’s head.

Mmph… it’s going to be bitten swollen again.

---

Two days before Christmas, the festive atmosphere was already very strong. Christmas trees were placed on every street and alley. Even one was placed downstairs from the dorm, with many greeting cards hanging on it. Fang Chen excitedly dragged Seth to hang one too.

The man wasn’t interested in such childish things, but it was different if he was doing it with Fang Chen.

Fang Chen sat on a chair with a pen. As soon as he finished writing, the man rejected it.

“I want lots and lots of money?” Seth read from the greeting card and frowned.

“What kind of wish is this? I can transfer money to you right now. I’ll transfer all my money to you.”

Fang Chen, “…”

Sometimes I really want to fight you rich people.

He snorted and leaned over. “Let me see what you wrote.”

Seth showed it to him frankly.

“Want to kiss baby.”

Fang Chen’s face turned red. “How can you write something like that on it?!”

“What’s wrong with it? Don’t worry, I didn’t mention your name directly.”

When it came to shamelessness, Fang Chen could never beat him. He turned around in a huff, buried his head and wrote another one. After writing it, he didn’t show it to Seth and trotted over to the tree to hang it up himself.

The man glanced at him but said nothing.

He waited until Fang Chen had hung his up before he went to hang his own. Because of their height difference, he only needed to lower his head slightly to see the one Fang Chen had written.

“I knew you were going to peek! Still looking, still looking—”

At the very end of the card, a small sentence was written.

“Merry Christmas!”

The man’s lips curved. He turned his head and saw the little lamb who had hidden behind a mailbox, peeking at him.

Seth couldn’t help but laugh and beckoned to him.

The little lamb shook his head, not going over.

“Don’t wait for me to come catch you,” Seth threatened him. “If I catch you, I’ll kiss your mouth swollen.”

What kind of threat was that…

There were still students walking around. Fang Chen didn’t want to be on the campus newspaper with Seth tomorrow. He could only run out and drag Seth’s hand to walk back.

Before they had taken two steps, it started to snow.

This was the first time Fang Chen had seen snow since transmigrating into the book. He let out a small gasp of surprise and reached out his hand to catch it.

The snowflakes melted in his palm. The man’s hand quickly covered his, holding it tightly.

Fang Chen looked up at Seth and suddenly smiled, his eyes curving. “Tomorrow, let’s go to the Riok Hotel to watch the fireworks.”

“I have something I want to tell you then.”

Seth stared at him for a few seconds, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He seemed to have guessed what Fang Chen was going to say to him. He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Fang Chen’s.

“Okay, baby. I have something I want to say to you too.”

The Riok Hotel, due to its location backing onto the central square and its high floors, was an excellent place to watch the Christmas fireworks. Every Christmas, the price would be sky-high.

However, the top suite this time had been booked very early. No matter how much money you offered, it was useless.

Because he had gone out to eat with Jamin the day before and come back too late, Fang Chen slept until the sun was high in the sky. He smelled the aroma of food and walked out of the room, naturally giving the man a hug, and then was carried by Seth to wash up.

“Where do you want to go in a bit? Why don’t we go shopping at the mall, and then go to the hotel to watch the fireworks at night?”

He had learned this itinerary from Joey, who had patted his chest and guaranteed that this was the most perfect Christmas itinerary.

Why go to the mall? There was nothing to buy.

But since Seth wanted to go, the little lamb also nodded. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

Poor before transmigration, and still poor after, Fang Chen had been to the mall a handful of times. He didn’t have anything he needed to buy at that kind of high-end mall.

The clothes he usually wore were the kind that were discounted for a few pieces with free shipping.

Thinking of this, Fang Chen raised his head. “Do you need to buy something?”

“Buying for you.”

Seth looked down at the boy again, and only then did he seriously realize that he had only been thinking of giving the little lamb money, but it seemed he had never really bought him anything.

The man’s face was solemn. “Yes! Buying for you!”

Fang Chen had never thought that shopping for things at the mall would be such a tiring task. At the beginning, he would try things on, but later he was too lazy to even try. It was all Seth who took the clothes, roughly measured them against Fang Chen, and then had them wrapped up.

“That should be enough.”

Fang Chen yawned. “I’ve bought enough to last me ten years.”

“Nonsense,” the man took his hand. “We’ll get new ones every year.”

After buying clothes, they bought watches and accessories. In the end, Fang Chen really couldn’t take it anymore and stood in place, refusing to move.

“Let’s go to the Riok,” Fang Chen tugged at his sleeve. “I’m really tired.”

Seth looked at the time. It was indeed getting late. He nodded and naturally picked the boy up.

Fang Chen let out a cry of surprise, subconsciously looking around, then hammered Seth’s shoulder. “We’re in a mall, what are you doing!”

Seth’s tone was natural. “Didn’t you say you were tired? I’ll carry you over.”

“No need, put me down!”

Fang Chen subconsciously wanted to kick him, but the man, as if anticipating it, reached out and grabbed Fang Chen’s ankle first. He said in a low voice, “Be good, baby. I want to carry you.”

Inexplicably, hearing the man’s words, Fang Chen was stunned for a moment and didn’t move anymore. Instead, he obediently wrapped his arms around Seth’s neck and rested his chin on his shoulder.

By the time they left the mall, the sky outside was already dark.

Fortunately, the hotel was just across the street, so there was no need to drive over.

It wasn’t until they were in the hotel that Seth put him down, turning to hold the boy’s hand. “It’s a little cold. Are you cold?”

Fang Chen shook his head.

Suddenly hearing a “bang,” fireworks had already started outside.

He was a little pleasantly surprised and quickly tugged on Seth’s sleeve. “Let’s go up quickly.”

Seth wrapped his arms around him. “Yeah, let’s go. By the way, baby, what did you want to tell me today?”

The two walked into the elevator. Watching the numbers on the display gradually increase, Fang Chen inexplicably felt nervous as well.

He licked his lips. “What about you? What did you want to say?”

The man looked down at him.

A wordless silence passed between the two.

With a ding, the elevator arrived. The two walked out. The entire top floor was just one suite. They swiped the card to get in. The moment the door closed, the two were tightly entangled.

The boy practically jumped onto Seth, wrapping his arms around his neck. Seth reached out to support his buttocks, his large hands kneading incessantly through the layer of cloth.

They kissed with abandon, with passion.

Even the fireworks exploding behind them could only serve as their background.

Their tongues tangled together, as if fighting, but more like intertwining. For a moment, the room was so quiet that only their rough breaths and wet sounds could be heard.

This was the first time Fang Chen had been so proactive. When they stopped, he was still panting, but his eyes were very bright. “Who allowed you to kiss me? Have you forgotten my kissing ban?”

Seth leaned over and couldn’t help but kiss the corner of his mouth again. “Then are you going to deduct my points?”

Fang Chen blinked. “No, today I’m giving you extra points.”

As if in concert with his words, fireworks exploded in clusters outside.

Fang Chen had the man carry him to the outdoor terrace.

The night wind was a little chilly. The man wrapped Fang Chen almost entirely in his own coat, only letting his fluffy little head show.

They were high up in the building, overlooking the scenery of the entire city. Because of Christmas, it seemed to be brightly lit everywhere.

“What I wanted to tell you today is—”

Fang Chen snuggled in the man’s arms, his voice very light and soft, as if wrapped in a layer of marshmallow.

“Let’s be in a relationship!”