After being sick for a few days, his mouth had felt bland for just as long. Seth, a perfectly good foreigner, had insisted on following Chinese health practices and even learned to make medicinal meals for Fang Chen, making him want to sneak out for a couple of burgers.

Today, the last exam was over.

The holiday had finally arrived.

Fang Chen’s cold was finally gone, but the man still had him wrapped up like a snowball, with a thick hat on his head and a red scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed.

After leaving the classroom, Seth took him directly to the dormitory building to pack some necessary things.

Originally, Seth wanted to go up with him, but Fang Chen refused. “It’s not much stuff, I can pack it myself. You can wait for me downstairs.”

He also carried two large bags of snacks for his roommate.

When he returned to the dorm, his roommate happened to be there too. “Chen, you haven’t been back in so long.”

“Yeah! I’m moving out for the holiday.”

Fang Chen handed him the bags. “Snacks I brought for you.”

“Wow! Thanks! But where are you moving to?”

Fang Chen paused and said in a low voice, “To my boyfriend’s place.”

His roommate blinked. “You’re in a relationship!”

Fang Chen nodded lightly.

The roommate quickly followed up, “Is it that guy you two were flirting with before?”

He hit the nail on the head.

“…Yes.”

“Whoa!!” The roommate’s eyes sparkled. “So who is he? Is he from our school?”

“He… yes, he’s also from the school,” Fang Chen said vaguely, then quickly added, “I need to go pack my clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to live here when school starts.”

The roommate waved with a grin. “Have fun living together!”

Fang Chen was speechless.

He returned to his room and opened the closet. It was full of the original owner’s clothes. Seth initially didn’t want him to come back to pack, since he had bought him all new things, but Fang Chen was used to a frugal life and didn’t like to waste.

He casually packed two items into his suitcase and then opened a drawer to rummage through it.

At that moment, his roommate knocked on the door.

When Fang Chen opened it, he saw his roommate holding out a box. “Thanks for the snacks you gave me. Here! A gift for you, as… a celebration for your new relationship!”

Fang Chen subconsciously took it. “Thanks… what is this?”

“I originally bought it for myself, but I don’t need it anymore. Don’t worry, it’s brand new,” the roommate said with a wink.

Hearing this, Fang Chen became even more curious and was about to open it when Seth’s call came in.

“Baby, are you done packing? Do you want me to come up and get you?”

“I’m done, I’m done, I’m coming down now.”

Fang Chen waved goodbye to his roommate, casually tossed the box into his suitcase, and headed downstairs with it.

The roommate shook his head.

Being controlled this strictly, it goes without saying what it’s like in bed.

He was bound to be completely dominated.

When he came down with the suitcase, Seth was already waiting at the entrance. He took the suitcase and wrapped an arm around Fang Chen. “Want to eat something first? It’ll be a bit of a drive, probably two or three hours.”

Fang Chen shook his head. “I’m not hungry yet.”

“I bought some cake and things for you to eat in the car.”

“Okay!”

After putting the luggage in the car, the two of them made a special trip back to pick up Coco. The little chicken hadn’t been in a car for a while and was excitedly jumping up and down. Fang Chen couldn’t even hold him, until a single glance from Seth stopped him.

Fang Chen looked at the instantly well-behaved Little Chicken Feather and said, troubled, “Why does he only listen to you? I’m obviously nicer to him.”

Seth glanced at him and chuckled. “In a family, it’s enough if one person can keep him in line.”

The way he said it made them sound like a family of three.

Fang Chen ignored him and lowered his head to poke Little Chicken Feather’s head.

No snacks for you today!

When they first set off, both person and dog were full of excitement. With the windows down, the wind rushed in, messing up both the human’s and the dog’s hair.

But the excitement lasted no more than ten minutes before they both started snoozing. Fang Chen leaned his head against the car window, and Little Chicken Feather was held in his arms. The person and dog were breathing almost in sync.

Seth tilted his head, his gaze falling on them, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

The drive was not short. Fang Chen would sleep, wake up, and eat. By the time evening approached, they had finally arrived.

After parking the car, Seth gently patted Fang Chen. “Baby, wake up.”

Fang Chen opened his eyes groggily. “Are… are we here?”

“Mhm.”

Seeing his soft, drowsy appearance, Seth felt his heart itch. He leaned in to kiss him, but a dog’s head suddenly popped up between them and barked twice.

Seth’s face turned cold as he stared at the clueless Little Chicken Feather.

Fang Chen ignored them both. He turned his head, and his eyes widened, his mouth agape. “Seth… you live in a castle?”

Seth smiled and settled for kissing Fang Chen’s cheek. “It’s not that exaggerated.”

How was this not exaggerated…

Fang Chen stared blankly outside. Although it had snowed, the greenery of the entire estate still looked like it was spring. There was a beautiful butterfly fountain in the center, and further in were several uniquely shaped sculptures. A huge castle stood brightly before his eyes.

“Your home is like spring all year round.”

“They’re fake,” Seth explained. “My mother has a preference for romanticism. She wished for the place she lived to have fresh flowers in all four seasons. Although she doesn’t live here now, the estate’s butler is used to it and still prepares artificial greenery and flowers in the winter.”

Fang Chen couldn’t even imagine how much money such a large area must have cost.

“Don’t just stand there dazed. Aren’t you hungry? Dinner is ready.”

“Oh, okay!”

Fang Chen finally snapped back to reality and got out of the car, holding Little Chicken Feather.

But once he was out of the car, he was too shocked to move. A row of people in neat, uniform attire stood before him, saying in unison, “Good evening, Sir.”

Fang Chen was so startled he almost jumped.

Seth took his hand, gently stroking his palm with his thumb before leading him inside.

He introduced him to Fang Chen. “This is Ding Er, the butler here. You can find him for anything in the future.”

Butler Ding Er smiled. “Young Master, please let me know if you need anything.”

Fang Chen was a bit unaccustomed to being called that. He smiled at him, then quickly whispered in Seth’s ear, “Why do they call you Sir? How old are you, really?”

Seth gave a helpless tug at the corner of his lips. “It’s the rule here. My parents no longer live on the estate, so I became the master here. Of course, they have to call me Sir.”

“You scared me.”

Fang Chen whispered, “I don’t want to date someone too old.”

Seth was speechless.

Sometimes, he really couldn’t be blamed for being rough at night.

It was just that Fang Chen’s mouth was too infuriating.

Walking inside, the dining room was on the first floor. Seeing that Fang Chen was still holding Coco, Seth spoke with some displeasure, “Put him down. There’s a doghouse here, someone will take care of him.”

Huh?

Fang Chen felt it was really hard to integrate into the life of the wealthy.

The man unceremoniously took Little Chicken Feather and handed him to the butler at the side. “Go wash your hands and eat.”

Fang Chen peeked at the dining table and said with pleasant surprise, “Wow, it’s Chinese food!”

“I hired two chefs who specialize in Chinese cuisine. Who do you think I learned my previous cooking skills from?”

Fang Chen stood on his tiptoes and planted a kiss on Seth’s chin. “Love you!”

He pattered off towards the kitchen.

Leaving Seth standing there, stunned.

He ate until his belly was round. If he could have fit any more, Fang Chen wouldn’t have been willing to leave the table.

Seth said coolly, “So all those times you said my cooking was delicious were lies?”

Fang Chen’s eyes widened innocently. “How could that be!!”

He measured with his fingers, “Of course, you still have a little room for improvement. The distance between you and a master chef is only this tiny bit!”

Seth was both annoyed and amused. He reached out, grabbed the young man’s hand, and pulled it to his lips for a kiss.

“Let’s go see our bedroom.”

The little lamb froze.

You might as well just call it the wolf’s den.

The bedroom was on the third floor. The entire third floor, aside from a study, was the master suite. One could imagine how huge it was. Fang Chen was dumbfounded when he walked in.

Was it necessary to make the bed so big?

Fang Chen stared blankly, feeling like he could play soccer on it.

Seth hugged him from behind, lowering his head to kiss his ear. “If you like, I also had a waterbed installed in the side room. We can try it tonight.”

The little lamb shook his head quickly. “No, no, I’m a rather traditional person. I don’t like trying new things.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “So you still prefer the face-to-face position in bed? But every time I hold you from behind, you scream louder.”

Enough!!!

Why can foreigners always say these things without batting an eye!

Fang Chen didn’t turn around, but the tips of his exposed ears were bright red, like a piece of strawberry. Seth couldn’t help but lower his head and touch them with his lips.

The young man’s voice was light and thin, as if tinged with a tremor. “Don’t, it tickles a bit.”

He struggled a little and dodged away. “I’m going to change. I ate too much just now, I want to take Coco to play in the garden.”

Seth hummed in agreement. “Wear more clothes. I’ll go with you.”

Ever since Fang Chen caught a cold from walking the dog, the man would bundle him up tightly every time he went out.

Fang Chen was as clumsy as a bear. In contrast, Coco was much more cheerful. It quickly adapted to the unfamiliar environment and ran around happily.

Seth walked slowly behind with Fang Chen.

The man held his hand, fingers intertwined. Every time he held Fang Chen’s hand, he would grip it tightly, as if the little lamb would run away if he loosened his grip even slightly.

“Don’t be nervous, don’t be constrained,” Seth said in a low voice. “This is my home, which means it’s your home too, okay?”

The little lamb looked up at him, stunned for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He gave a soft smile, tilted his head, and leaned slightly on Seth’s shoulder.

“Then I have a home too.”

After staying at the estate for five or six days, Fang Chen gradually became accustomed to this somewhat extravagant life. It was just that there were too many rooms, and sometimes he would get lost.

Like right now.

After going up two flights of stairs, he was surrounded by identical rooms, making the little lamb dizzy.

He could only call Seth to come and rescue him.

Waiting obediently in one spot was also tiring, so Fang Chen casually pushed open the door to a room. It looked like a study, with high ceilings reaching almost to the top, and a whole wall of foreign books he couldn’t read.

Fang Chen wandered around for a bit until he saw a photo frame on the last shelf. It was probably a family photo of the three of them, quite old. Looking at Seth’s features, one could imagine how good his parents’ genes were. His mother was a standard great beauty, looking like a movie star just from the photo. In the middle was a half-grown boy, looking like a high school student.

Fang Chen looked closely and couldn’t help but smile. Why did Seth have such a sour face even when he was young, not even smiling for a photo? A cool little blond guy.

Footsteps came from behind. Fang Chen turned and saw Seth walk in. He smiled and waved the photo in his hand at him.

“You were quite handsome when you were young.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “So, is he more handsome, or am I more handsome now?”

Fang Chen was speechless. “Are you going to get jealous of yourself?”

The man smiled, walked closer, picked Fang Chen up, and placing his hands under his bottom, set him on the table. As soon as he was set down, Fang Chen tried to jump off, but the man blocked his escape by placing his hands on either side of him.

“Don’t run. Tell me, who do you choose?”

What do you mean, who do I choose…

Fang Chen glanced again at the cold-faced blond boy in the photo, and his heart inexplicably started to race.

The man moved closer, his lips almost touching his as he spoke, “Do you know why I started learning to box?”

In aristocratic families like theirs, studying economics and finance seemed to be the best choice.

“I liked to fight when I was in school. My father said, let me go learn to box, maybe if I vented my energy, I wouldn’t be so hot-tempered.”

Seth gently touched the corner of Fang Chen’s lips.

“Baby, if the me from back then had met you, I wouldn’t have been as easy to talk to as I am now.”

Fang Chen bit his lip and subconsciously swallowed.

“Speak, baby. Who do you like more?”

Under the man’s bewitching tone, Fang Chen’s heart raced, as if he had been instantly pulled into that scene.

In a narrow alley, a boy with striking blond hair, a backpack slung over one shoulder, his eyes filled with irritable hostility.

Fang Chen timidly tried to get away, but he was grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall, his grayish-blue eyes staring coldly at him. “Chen, what are you running from?”

He moved closer and closer, about to kiss him, but Fang Chen seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head. On the other side of the alley, a man in a black trench coat stood there, backlit, watching the two of them coldly.

That gaze was like someone catching their lover cheating.

Just like now…

“So. Baby chooses him, is that right?”

The man’s cold voice rang out, instantly bringing Fang Chen back to his senses. His eyes widened slightly. “No, it’s not—”

What do you mean choose him!

He was almost led astray by Seth!

They were the same person!

But the man gave him no more chances to explain. A fierce kiss had already pressed down. Seth seemed to be genuinely angry. Unwilling to do anything else to his lover, he punished him only through this rough intimacy.

Fang Chen felt like his tongue was going to die, being rolled and tangled over and over. His lips were sucked so painfully that he could hardly contain his saliva.

He didn’t know how long they kissed. The man suddenly pinned both his wrists with one hand, wrapped an arm around his waist, flipped him over, and pressed his thin back against the desk.

The little lamb finally sensed that something was wrong. He said in a panic, “Not here, Seth.”

“What’s wrong with here?”

The man bent down slightly, close to his ear. “Baby, you’re very good at picking places. This was my old study. When I was in school, I often completed my assignments at this very desk.”

What—

Fang Chen’s eyes widened slightly.

He could vaguely see the blond boy sitting to the side, a fountain pen in his hand, tilting his head slightly and looking over in this direction with a cold expression.

Watching him get fucked.

This fantasy made Fang Chen tremble slightly, and his exposed skin turned almost pink.

Seeing this, Seth knew that Fang Chen had been drawn into the scene. He let out a low chuckle and spoke with even more malice, “If you like him, then let him watch, okay? Watch baby’s swollen lips, watch baby’s little tongue that he can’t help but stick out, and also—”

Halfway through his sentence, the man’s lips curled. He reached out and ripped open Fang Chen’s clothes.

The buttons popped off, and the fabric fell to the floor. In an instant, Fang Chen’s eyes turned red. He thought he saw the blond boy tilt his head, his lips moving, mouthing something to him.

—【So beautiful】

Don’t—don’t look.

Fang Chen wanted to struggle, but his body was already limp and powerless. The man could easily hold him down, his large hand sliding down his smooth back.

He was in no hurry to enjoy this delicious little lamb. At times like this, the psychological stimulation far exceeded the physical.

The corners of Fang Chen’s eyes were red, and teardrops fell one by one.

The man’s large hand held his waist, every movement slow and deliberate, as if intentionally letting his non-existent self see more clearly.

It wasn’t the first time on a table, but this desk had a different meaning. This was where Seth used to study. Just the thought that this was where Seth used to sit, reading and writing…

But he was…

It was fingers that went inside, but Seth deliberately whispered, “Baby, can the fountain pen go in?”

What?!

Fang Chen was so scared his tears stopped. He struggled to move away, whimpering, “No.”

A fountain pen, a used fountain pen, how could that go inside!

…

When he was finally picked up by the man, exhausted, Fang Chen’s face was covered in tears. Amused and heartbroken, the man kissed the tip of his nose. “What’s wrong, still in character?”

Fang Chen sniffled, then suddenly buried his head in the man’s chest and bit down.

The man raised an eyebrow and didn’t move, holding the little lamb in the same position, waiting for him to vent.

He bit down hard, leaving a clear set of teeth marks on the man’s chest muscle.

Seth wasn’t angry. Instead, he smiled and coaxed Fang Chen, “Baby, bite this side too, to make it symmetrical.”

Fang Chen huffed angrily, “You’re too much!”

“Really?” Seth narrowed his eyes, amused. “Didn’t you like it, baby? You were screaming so loudly just now.”

In an instant, Fang Chen’s face turned red as a tomato. He lunged forward to cover Seth’s mouth. “Shut up!”

Coming down from that rush of stimulation, Fang Chen’s mind cleared. He remembered how he had just been, half ashamed and half exasperated. He bit his lip and whispered, “Could anyone outside have heard?”

Seth smiled and lowered his head to kiss him again. “There’s no one.”

His clothes had been torn like that, and this study didn’t have a bathroom, so Fang Chen could only be wrapped in the man’s coat and carried out of the room by Seth.

At first, he buried his face in the man’s chest, afraid of being seen by anyone outside, but after walking for a while, he realized that the butler and the others were not around. The hallway was empty.

The little lamb finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seth carried him into the bathroom. The master bathroom was huge, with a black marble bathtub. The young man’s skin was dazzlingly white, and the extreme visual contrast made Seth’s just-settled heart stir again.

Having been together for so long, Fang Chen knew from a single look that he was up to no good again.

He said warily, “You go out. I’ll wash myself.”

Seth spread his hands. “I want to help you pick a bath bomb. What scent do you want?”

Fang Chen bitterly regretted leaving his box of scented soaps back at the apartment.

He submerged his whole body in the water, leaving only his head out. “Whatever.”

Seth casually grabbed a rainbow-colored one and threw it in.

Fang Chen, stone-faced, repeated, “Get out!”

The man smiled, said nothing more, and actually walked out.

The little lamb sighed in relief, closed his eyes, and soaked slowly in the bath.

Ugh…

His back was so sore!

Fang Chen tended to lose track of time when he took a bath. Seth always timed it for him. He had even almost fallen asleep in the bathroom once. That time, an angry Seth had carried him out and given his bottom two smacks. The little lamb was both ashamed and angry, but knowing he was in the wrong, he could only bite the man’s chest resentfully.

It seemed that part of him had become the little lamb’s dedicated chew toy.

Coming out of the bathroom, Fang Chen was dizzy from the steam. He walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel and heard Seth on the phone.

The man’s tone was cool. “Not getting together. Fang Chen and I are at home…”

Hearing his name, the little lamb moved closer. “What is it?”

Seth casually ruffled his hair, frowning. “You didn’t dry it.”

The little lamb shook his head nonchalantly. “It’ll dry in a bit.”

Perhaps hearing Fang Chen’s voice, Joey on the other end of the line shouted desperately, “Chen! Is that Chen! I want to talk to you!”

Fang Chen stood on his tiptoes to get closer to the phone and said enthusiastically, “Hello Joey, it’s me!”

Seth had no choice but to hand him the phone.

Fang Chen took it and said happily, “Were you looking for me?”

“Chen! It’s Seth’s birthday in a couple of days. We wanted to go to his house for a party, but he won’t agree, says he wants to spend it alone with you!”

Hearing the last sentence, Fang Chen’s face turned a little red. He glanced up at Seth, then puffed out his cheeks. “Don’t listen to him, you guys should come over and play. It’s more lively with more people for a birthday.”

Wait a minute?!

Birthday???

Whose birthday???

Fang Chen shot his head up and met the man’s smiling eyes.

After hanging up, Fang Chen gritted his teeth and lunged forward. The man subconsciously reached out to catch him, and Fang Chen was practically hanging on Seth.

He said huffily, “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

The little lamb turned the tables.

The man smiled and lowered his head to kiss him. “I don’t really care about these things. Being with you, every day is a happy day.”

Fang Chen wrapped his arms around his neck. “It’s different! What do you want! Just ask!”

“So generous,” Seth raised his eyebrows. “Then I’ll ask.”

Fang Chen preemptively covered his mouth.

“Um… you can’t ask for me.”

The little lamb is empty!

You can’t even squeeze any milk out!

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Author’s Note:

*Mini-Theater

Fang Chen saw online that people were buying DV cameras to record their lives, so he followed the trend and bought one.

On Seth’s birthday, he secretly turned it on and placed it on the bookshelf, planning to record the celebration for the man, which would be a beautiful memory later on.

It’s just that the scene that day was quite chaotic.

The cake was eaten, consumed together with the little lamb.

The DV camera was unwatchable. It didn’t record memories, it recorded a gay porno.