Joey and his friends had been here a few times before, but they always felt the estate was too serious and solemn, not even a place where you could throw a party.

This time, as soon as they walked in, Little Chicken Feather jumped into their arms. Joey caught him, “Hey, Coco seems a bit chubbier.”

Butler Ding Er came over with a polite smile, “Guests, please give me your coats.”

Just as he finished speaking, Fang Chen came clattering down the stairs, “You’re here!”

Before this, every time Joey and the others came here, they felt a sense of oppression. Both the butler and the servants here spoke and walked softly, and no one had ever run or spoken so loudly.

It was like a ball of fire breaking into a black-and-white antique painting.

Fang Chen had been bored to death these past few days. With people finally over to play, he happily ran all the way down from the bedroom.

Having not left the house these days, he seemed to have gotten fairer, with a bit more flesh on his cheeks. Dressed in blue loungewear, he looked like a well-tended, translucent little pearl.

When Joey saw him, he was stunned for a few seconds before coming to his senses, scratching his head. “I almost don’t recognize you.”

“Huh?” Fang Chen touched his face, “Did I get fat?”

He knew it!! Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating all day. He was being raised into a little pig by Seth!

Joey quickly shook his head, “Your aura has changed.”

A slightly cold male voice came from behind, “Since when do you understand auras?”

Seth came down from behind and pinched Fang Chen’s ear, “Why are you running? What if you fall?”

“I won’t.”

He even demonstrated, jumping down from the last two steps, which made Seth laugh in exasperation.

Joey, watching from the side, had mixed feelings.

He never expected Seth’s methods to be so effective.

It hadn’t been long, and the two were already living together.

“Alright,” Seth said. “Come on up.”

The living room on the second floor was quite large. Fang Chen had just been sitting there assembling Legos. He smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t know you guys were coming so early. Let the butler and the others tidy up.”

As Fang Chen spoke, his eyes sparkled as he asked, “Want some ice cream? The chef made it himself, it’s especially delicious.”

Seth exposed him without ceremony, “You’re the one who wants to eat it, right?”

The day before yesterday, Fang Chen had snuck into the kitchen and eaten five or six in one go. He didn’t dare tell Seth, but that night his stomach started to hurt, and he was rolling around on the bed with a pale face, scaring Seth half to death. He only told the truth when the doctor came to check on him, which made Seth so angry he couldn’t help but scold him.

The butler brought up the ice cream. Everyone got some, except for Fang Chen.

The little lamb was craving it so badly, sitting next to Seth with his eyes glued to it. Every time the man turned to look at him, he would nonchalantly avert his gaze. “I don’t want any.”

Seth smiled, and truly didn’t leave him a single bite, eating it all clean, which made the little lamb quite angry with himself.

After some snacks, Joey suggested again, “Let’s have them decorate this place. I brought a few new speakers in my car, top-notch quality, let’s try them out tonight.”

Seth frowned, “Don’t make it too—”

“Okay, okay,” Fang Chen nodded. “I also invited Jamin and Boer. Let’s all have fun together.”

Seth swallowed the rest of his words.

With that settled, Joey and the others went downstairs to move things, and Fang Chen happily went upstairs to change his clothes.

Seth followed him up.

Ever since Fang Chen moved in, the walk-in closet had been filled to the brim by Seth. He seemed to be obsessed with buying clothes for Fang Chen. These past few days, different brands had been sending clothes over daily, and designers had even come to the house for custom fittings.

It left Fang Chen exasperated, complaining that Seth was playing “Miracle Lamb.”

Fang Chen was rummaging through the closet with his butt in the air, finally pulling out a gray uniform set. “How about this one? I remember they sent two sets, you have an identical one too. We can wear them together.”

Seth lowered his head and kissed him, “Okay.”

“Hurry up and go change!” Fang Chen pushed him. “It’s your birthday today, don’t dawdle.”

“No rush.”

The man nibbled on his earlobe, “Baby, what gift are you going to give me?”

Fang Chen dodged a little. “You’ll know tonight.”

Seth raised an eyebrow. “Tonight.”

Fang Chen emphasized, “I mean after we cut the cake tonight, not in bed!!”

Seth let out a low chuckle, “Alright.”

Even after saying “alright,” he wouldn’t leave, hugging him and pressing him against the closet wall, kissing him bit by bit.

He would pull back slightly, and the little lamb would start chattering, “Don’t—”

Seth didn’t want to hear his nonsense and kissed him again.

Every time he eased up a bit, the little lamb would take the opportunity to speak, getting out two words at a time.

“In here—”

“Kiss me—”

“Someone—”

He was like one of those little lamb toys that makes a sound when you kiss it.

Seth was amused by him and finally let Fang Chen go. The little lamb’s mouth was red from being kissed, and he stared at him with wide eyes.

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He reached out and covered his eyes, his voice low, “When you look at me like that, I just want to fuck you.”

“…”

He blinked, his soft eyelashes fluttering against the man’s palm, creating a subtle itch.

Fang Chen said earnestly, “Seth, should you go get that checked out? I think you get hard too often. Don’t they say men are like 60 after 25? Why are you still like you’re 18?”

Seth laughed twice, removed his hand, and looked at him deeply. “Don’t you worry. I’ll still be like 18 when I’m 60.”

Fang Chen was so scared he quickly covered his butt with his hands. “Please no…”

Can’t his butt get a break?

Before going downstairs, Fang Chen looked at himself in the mirror again. Luckily, it wasn’t too swollen this time, just slightly red. It probably wouldn’t be noticeable.

When he went downstairs, Joey and the others had mostly finished setting up. The butler and staff had set up a grill outside, preparing for a barbecue for lunch.

Fang Chen was about to grow mold from being cooped up in the house. He immediately put on a big hat and plunged into the yard. He skewered food with the chefs, a piece of beef, a piece of pineapple, a cherry tomato, like playing a matching game.

Jamin and the others arrived around this time.

Led by the butler, Jamin was so stunned his mouth fell open. As soon as he saw Fang Chen, he grabbed his hand, “Oh my god, Chen, do you know, this is like being in a TV drama.”

Fang Chen whispered beside him, “I thought the same thing the first time I came here.”

“Oh, right!”

Jamin took something out of his bag. “I bought the thing for you. My god, it was so expensive. My hand was shaking when I paid with the card.”

Fang Chen quickly and secretively took it. “Thanks!”

“But you haven’t been busy lately, why didn’t you go buy it yourself?” Jamin asked casually.

Fang Chen said in a low voice, “If I went out, he would definitely want to come with me, and then there’d be no surprise.”

Jamin shrugged. “Alright. But don’t you think Seth keeps too close an eye on you? It’s like he can’t be away from you for a minute.”

Fang Chen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. “He’s too clingy.”

Jamin wanted to say more, but Joey and the others were already walking over, so he had to shut up.

“Chen, you’re skewering the meat yourself? Then I’ll have to eat a couple more later,” Joey said with an exaggerated motion.

“OK, eat as many as you want.”

Fang Chen wiped his hands, planning to take the item upstairs first. Jamin didn’t know Joey and the others, and Fang Chen was afraid he’d feel awkward, so he asked Jamin to go with him.

But Jamin quickly waved his hands. “Chen, you go do your thing. I’ll help out with them.”

He even winked at Fang Chen.

Fang Chen understood.

It seemed Jamin had found a new target here.

He took the item and snuck upstairs. Seth was on the phone in the living room. Taking advantage of the fact that he wasn’t paying attention, Fang Chen tiptoed up like a little mouse and quickly hid the item in the bedroom.

He haphazardly shoved the exquisite gift box into a drawer, but when he turned around, he saw Seth standing at the door.

The little lamb was shocked: “Weren’t you on the phone?”

The man raised an eyebrow, “I saw you and followed you up. What’s wrong? What are you hiding?”

The little lamb quickly stood up, walked over, and pushed Seth. “It’s nothing, let’s go, let’s go.”

Seth turned and hugged him. He could roughly guess it was the gift Fang Chen had prepared for him, and he wasn’t so tactless as to expose it now.

The little lamb didn’t know he’d been found out. To coax the man downstairs, he even took the initiative to lean in and kiss Seth’s chin, but the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Seth whispered, “Consider this the interest.”

The little lamb gasped for air, dizzy from the kiss. “What…”

“For tonight. Interest.”

Huh?

Tonight was for eating cake, not eating the little lamb!!

…

Jamin was fast.

By the time Fang Chen returned to the yard, he had already blended in with the club members and was cheerfully cutting fruit.

The meat on the grill was ready, and Butler Ding Er called everyone over to eat.

Because Fang Chen was a lightweight, the chef had specially brewed a fruit wine for him. It had a very low alcohol content. Sometimes Fang Chen could drink a whole glass before bed and not have a headache the next morning. However, he stopped drinking it later because he found that every time he drank, Seth would be rougher.

It was no longer a matter of having a headache or not; his whole body would ache.

But today was Seth’s birthday, and so many people were here, so Fang Chen happily decided to have a couple of drinks.

“Happy birthday!!”

“Happy birthday!”

Downing a whole glass of fruit wine, Fang Chen’s cheeks flushed red, but his eyes were bright.

Seth sat next to him, and seeing him like this, his heart melted. He reached out and touched the bangs on the little lamb’s forehead, asking in a low voice, “So happy?”

As if it were his own birthday.

Fang Chen nodded vigorously, his eyes curving into crescents. “So many people came today! It’s so lively!”

Since moving to the estate, he hadn’t gone out. Although there were many rooms and the courtyard was large enough, the only person he talked to every day was Seth. He didn’t know if Seth had given them instructions, but the butler and staff seemed to deliberately avoid Fang Chen, and it was rare to see anyone.

Hearing this, the smile in the man’s eyes faded a little. He asked in a flat tone, “You don’t like being at home with me?”

Fang Chen held his cup and frowned, thinking carefully. “That’s not it, but it can’t always be just the two of us.”

Seth’s lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he remained silent.

With Jamin and Joey around, the atmosphere at the dinner table was incredibly lively. Especially when Joey mentioned that Fang Chen and Seth had met at the party at the beginning of the school year, Jamin nearly jumped up, shouting, “Oh my god, Chen, doesn’t that make me your matchmaker!!”

“Quick, I need to have a drink with you two!”

Fang Chen smiled. “Alright!”

Seth also stood up cooperatively, and the three of them clinked glasses.

Jamin even heckled them into drinking cross-cupped wine. It made Fang Chen blush a little, and it strangely felt like being at a wedding…

He looked at Seth with some awkwardness. The man’s lips curled into a smirk, and he directly extended his arm slightly. Fang Chen had no choice but to follow suit, his arm linking with the other. The strong and the slender, intertwined just like that. Because of the position, the two were very close, and everyone was staring at them. Fang Chen’s face turned red, and he downed the entire glass of wine in one go. But Seth was nonchalant, sipping slowly, and Fang Chen could only hold the position and wait for him.

After Seth finally finished his drink, they both sat down, Fang Chen’s face completely flushed.

Jamin curiously poked him, “Why are you still so shy? Haven’t you two already done it?”

Fang Chen gritted his teeth, “Shut up!”

…

After lunch, everyone naturally split into groups. Some went to play cards, some played video games, and some went for a swim in the pool. Seth didn’t go anywhere, just sat on the sofa and waved Fang Chen over.

The little lamb obediently ran over. “Aren’t you going to play with them?”

Seth shook his head lightly and asked him, “You don’t like me keeping you company?”

“No, why would you say that?” The little lamb raised his head and looked at him seriously. “It’s your birthday today. Why do you seem a little unhappy?”

The man held him in his arms, burying his head in the crook of his neck, and took a deep breath. His tone was slightly heavy. “You’ve been with them all day, you haven’t even looked at me twice.”

Fang Chen was stunned. “Who?”

“Joey, Jamin, and the others.”

“But they’re guests.” Fang Chen struggled to push the man’s head away, his small face serious. “You’re harder to please than Coco!”

Seth smiled. “Alright, go play.”

“What’s the fun in you being here alone?” Fang Chen thought for a moment. “Anyway, Jamin went to play games with them. Teach me to play snooker. I saw a video of it the other day, it looks so cool!”

The young man was often like this, his enthusiasm lasting only three minutes. He’d learn something for a bit whenever he saw something interesting, but Seth loved this about him. He wanted his little lamb to always rely on him, to always need him.

.

Fang Chen held the cue stick, and following Seth’s instructions, bent down slightly, his posture very serious. “Is this okay?”

The man stood beside him, his large hand sliding down his back, helping him adjust his posture bit by bit, all the way down to his butt. Fang Chen was wearing slacks today, and this position made his butt stick out, the fabric stretched taut and round.

Seth couldn’t resist, his large hand reached out and gave it a light squeeze.

Fang Chen’s eyebrow twitched, and he gritted his teeth. “Excuse me, coach, please don’t harass the student.”

“I’m sorry,” the man apologized readily. “It won’t happen again.”

He said that, but he didn’t pull his hand back.

Fang Chen repeated through gritted teeth, “Let go.”

Only then did the man release his hand, but soon, his body was pressing against him again. He was practically hugging the little lamb from behind, teaching him hand over hand. “Like this, don’t let your body sway, stay steady, and then, one shot into the pocket.”

As he said the last sentence, Seth was close to Fang Chen’s ear, his hot breath fanning out, his lips almost touching.

The little lamb’s mind went blank.

Pocket?

What pocket?

Whose pocket??

Fang Chen’s lips moved, and he said softly, “Can you not say weird things?”

“I’m just teaching you,” Seth said with a straight face. “You’re the one with the dirty mind.”

The tips of the little lamb’s ears were red.

It was all because Seth filled his head with too much unhealthy stuff every day!

The man gently pushed his elbow from behind. Fang Chen followed through with the cue, and the ball went into the pocket. The man chuckled softly by his ear, “See, so simple. Baby did a great job, so amazing.”

Fang Chen felt his face getting a little hot. Seth liked to coax him like this in bed too. “Baby is so good, you took it all in…” and so on.

“Stop talking,” the little lamb said with a red face. “Just shut up.”

How did a perfectly fine snooker lesson turn so dirty!

After playing for a while, the little lamb’s back started to ache. He simply threw the cue down, plopped onto the sofa like a spoiled child, and had Seth give him a massage.

The man obediently sat to the side, massaging his lower back.

The pressure was just right, and the little lamb let out a comfortable sigh. He turned his head and looked at the man’s serious expression, unable to resist asking, “Did you live here when you were little? Just you and your parents? Wasn’t it boring?”

Seth’s tone was flat. “Actually, most of the time it was just me. My parents were busy with business and rarely came home.”

Fang Chen was astonished.

Such a big house, with only Seth in it, wouldn’t that be terrifying?

He said sincerely, “Have you heard that saying? If you can’t give me lots and lots of love, then give me lots and lots of money.”

Seth stopped his movements and looked at him deeply.

Fang Chen comforted him, “So it’s not a loss for you. I had it worse. When I was little, I had neither love nor money. My biggest wish back then was to have my own bedroom.”

The little fatty he shared a room with always ground his teeth in his sleep.

The man said with a deadpan expression, “Then I’m sorry, that wish can’t be fulfilled now either.”

Don’t even think about living in a separate room from him.

Fang Chen was speechless.

Weren’t foreigners supposed to be romantic?

How come Seth’s mind was only filled with that one thing?

Seth chuckled lightly.

He knelt on one knee by the sofa and kissed Fang Chen’s cheek. “Baby, I have both money and love. You can take as much as you want from me.”

Fang Chen would get a bit sleepy after drinking. He yawned, closed his eyes slightly, and mumbled, “I know, send me 50 bucks first and let’s see what you’ve got.”

He drifted off to sleep just like that, not seeing the dark gaze the man in front of him cast upon him.

After a long while, the man seemed to let out a sigh. He very gently picked him up and walked towards the bedroom.

.

Fang Chen slept for a good long while. By the time he woke up, it was already dark outside.

He was dazed for a moment, then quickly sat up, put on his shoes, and ran downstairs. It was dark below, not even a light was on. Fang Chen felt a bit anxious, thinking he might have overslept. Had they already cut the cake? Had the guests all left? Where was Seth? Why didn’t he wake him up?

But just as he reached the top of the stairs, there was a “pop,” and confetti exploded above his head. In an instant, all the lights turned on. Fang Chen stood there, stunned, looking at Jamin and the others running out.

Joey and the others were also confused. “How come it’s not Seth?”

Just as they said that, the man walked over from the side. Seeing the scene, he raised his eyebrows, “So tricking me into going to the wine cellar to get wine was for this?”

Fang Chen turned his head, a streamer still hanging from his hair, and said pitifully, “I’m sorry, your surprise is gone.”

Seth smiled and reached out to take the streamer off Fang Chen’s head. “Yours and mine, aren’t they the same? You’re awake?”

Fang Chen hummed in response and couldn’t help but mumble, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“It’s fine if you sleep a little longer. We haven’t cut the cake yet.”

Fang Chen ignored him and ran down to arrange the wine glasses with Jamin and the others. Jamin leaned in and whispered in his ear, “You really slept for a long time. I thought you were fucked into a faint by Seth.”

Fang Chen looked at him with a deadpan expression. “I’m about to faint from what you just said.”

Jamin smiled.

Joey had ordered the cake. It had just been delivered, a full five layers. The top layer was strawberry cake, Fang Chen’s favorite, and he eyed it greedily.

“Hurry up and cut the cake!”

He handed the cake knife to Seth, waiting expectantly.

Once it was cut, he could eat it.

Seth glanced at him, then suddenly reached out, grabbed Fang Chen’s wrist, and pulled him into his arms.

Fang Chen was startled. “What are you doing? Don’t get stabbed.”

“You do it with me.”

Seth circled him in his arms, held his wrist, and gently guided it to cut into the cake.

Fang Chen leaned back slightly, his eyes curving as he spoke, “Happy birthday, Seth. I hope you’re happy every day.”

The man lowered his head and kissed the tip of his ear. “I will be. As long as you’re by my side.”

Everyone drank a lot that night. Only Fang Chen didn’t drink, and was responsible for stuffing everyone into their designated drivers’ cars. Jamin held Fang Chen’s hand, rambling, “Listen to me, you must, use lube, your butt is tender, you like strawberry flavor, I, I have the link…”

Fang Chen forcefully shoved him into the car and slammed the door shut with a “bang.”

After finally sending everyone off, he went back inside and saw Seth sitting on the sofa, staring straight at him.

The man had also drunk a lot today. Fang Chen thought he was a bit drunk too.

The little lamb waved his hand in front of his face. “Do you know who I am?”

The man grabbed his hand in one motion. “Wifey.”

“…”

The little lamb’s face turned red, and he pulled his hand back. “Don’t just call me that.”

Seth lowered his eyes, looking very sad.

Fang Chen wanted to laugh. He remembered the first time he went to a bar with Seth, the man had bragged to him that he never got drunk.

He gently poked Seth’s shoulder. “Come back to the room with me. I have a present for you.”

The man’s eyes lit up for a second, and he stood up obediently. “Okay.”

Fang Chen took two steps forward, and suddenly his body was lifted off the ground, scooped up entirely by the man. He was startled. “Hey, why are you carrying me again!!”

The man said in a low voice, “I walk faster.”

Fang Chen couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re that eager?”

Seth looked at him deeply. “Mhm.”

After returning to the room, Fang Chen kicked the man a couple of times to make him put him down, then quickly ran to the drawer and took out the gift box.

He held it out to Seth, even providing his own background music, “Ta-da~~”

“Open it and see if you like it?”

Seth lowered his head and opened the box. Inside was a black and gray tie with a vintage dark pattern, looking luxurious and noble.

“How is it! You go to a lot of formal events, you should be able to use it.”

This was the most expensive gift Fang Chen had ever bought in his life.

Although he used the hundred thousand dollars Seth had transferred to him.

But hey! The wool comes from the sheep’s back!

“I love it. I love it so much. Thank you, baby.”

The man said in a low voice.

“Be happier, okay?”

Fang Chen moved closer, stood on his tiptoes, and kissed his chin. “They’re friends, but you’re my lover. I know the difference.”

Seth hummed in agreement, then suddenly picked him up and placed him on the bed, reaching for the tie in the box. “Baby, help me try it on.”

Huh???

Fang Chen said awkwardly, “I don’t know how to tie a tie.”

“I’ll teach you,” Seth said in a low voice. “Hold out your hands.”

Fang Chen blinked and obediently held out his hands.

In the next instant, the tie was wrapped around his wrists.

?? That’s not right!!

The man looked down. “It really is beautiful.”

The little lamb struggled. “No, are you drunk? This is a tie!!”

“Mhm, I’m drunk.”

The man admitted frankly.

He raised his hand and pinched Fang Chen’s ear. “Baby, do you know, you’re just like a piece of strawberry cake.”

Huh?

Seth smiled at him.

“I’m going to dig in.”