Shortly after the New Year, the two began preparing for their trip to Switzerland. Fang Chen was always exceptionally excited about going on vacation. He dragged a suitcase to the dressing room and, huffing and puffing, started to pack.

Seth was only gone long enough to make a phone call, and Fang Chen had already disappeared.

He searched the bedroom but didn’t see him, finally spotting a round, perky bottom sticking up in a corner of the dressing room.

The man raised an eyebrow, rounded the corner, and saw the little lamb with his head buried, fiddling with the suitcase.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“Packing.” The little lamb lifted his head, his eyes sparkling. “When are we leaving? I need to pack a few more outfits.”

“In two days.” Seth walked over, gave the contents a quick scan, and crouched down. He pulled out a blue sweater. “The brand sent over a newer style in this color a couple of days ago. It looks better than this one.”

“These pants are too thin. Swap them out.”

Seth picked through the suitcase, and in the end, everything Fang Chen had painstakingly packed was taken out one by one.

The little lamb, annoyed, plopped down on the floor, tilted his head back, and glared at him. “You pack it, then.”

“I wasn’t counting on you in the first place.”

Amused, Seth bent down and picked up the little lamb. “You don’t have to worry about this. I’ll pack for you. You don’t have to manage anything, just follow me.”

Fang Chen mumbled, “Wouldn’t that make me useless?”

“How are you useless?” Seth squeezed his bottom. “Baby is very useful.”

Fang Chen clicked his tongue. “Just talk, don’t get handsy.”

Seth was amused by him. “When have I ever gotten footsy? You’re the one who does. You sleep all over the place every night. Yesterday, you kicked your foot right into my face.”

Fang Chen asked in horror, “You didn’t lick it, did you?”

Seth laughed in exasperation and slapped his bottom twice more.
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Seth said he didn’t have to worry, so Fang Chen truly became a hands-off manager, only doing a final inspection on the last day. Two suitcases were packed neatly, and one was half-filled with Fang Chen’s personal things.

The little lamb leader nodded in satisfaction. “Good job.”

As he was closing the suitcase, his sharp eyes spotted a box in the corner. He asked curiously, “What’s this?”

The man raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Fang Chen leaned over and opened it himself.

Inside was a pile of condoms and lubricant.

He was stunned. “Why are you bringing this?”

Seth deliberately misinterpreted him. “You don’t want me to wear them? Good boy, I know you like it rough, but you’ll get a fever if I don’t.”

Fang Chen was so angry he could stomp his feet. Who said they didn’t want him to wear them!

He gritted his teeth. “I meant, why are you bringing so many? We’re only going for a few days!”

Seth laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll use them all!”

Just looking at them made Fang Chen’s butt ache. He puffed up his cheeks. “Then I’m not sharing a room with you. Let’s book two rooms.”

A smile touched Seth’s lips.

“In your dreams, baby.”

Two rooms were impossible.

He would never live separately from Fang Chen in this lifetime.
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The man had booked a special log cabin in a ski town, a standalone house where you could see the snow-capped mountains opposite just by opening the window. Fang Chen excitedly ran up and down the house, finally moving a stool to sit by the window and asking Seth to take pictures of him.

Fang Chen actually quite liked having his picture taken. For this reason, Seth, who usually rarely even opened the camera app on his phone, had bought a lot of photography equipment and specially learned a few techniques.

At least he wouldn’t be one of those boyfriends who gets yelled at for taking bad photos.

Fang Chen struck a pose. Opposite him, Seth had already expertly raised the camera and aimed it at him. “Baby, tilt your head a little more. Yes, that’s adorable. Give me a smile, baby.”

He pressed the shutter, taking several photos in a row. Then the man walked over to show Fang Chen.

The little lamb craned his neck and nodded emphatically. “They’re so beautiful.”

The little lamb was a bit close, and the man couldn’t resist. It was as if Fang Chen had a natural attraction for him.

He casually placed the camera aside, scooped the little lamb into his lap, wrapped an arm around his waist, and bent down to kiss him.

“Mmph—”

Fang Chen tried to dodge back a couple of times but couldn’t escape, so he could only tilt his head back to accept the kiss.

“Don’t kiss me,” Fang Chen managed to say, struggling for breath. “Aren’t we going skiing?”

“What’s the rush? We just got off the plane and then took a car. Aren’t you tired?” The man pecked at the corner of his lips. “We’ll go skiing tomorrow. Let’s rest today and walk around the town.”

Fang Chen thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll go change my clothes then.”

The ground floor of the cabin had a large fireplace, which Fang Chen adored. He gestured animatedly as he described to Seth, “We can be here at night, under a blanket, drinking hot mulled wine.”

The idea was lovely, but the little lamb had completely forgotten his own alcohol tolerance. Seth didn’t remind him, though. As long as he was there, it didn’t matter if he got drunk. Besides, a drunk little lamb was quite delicious, a treat to be savored for a whole night.

Although it was a whole log cabin, the ground floor was mostly a large living room, a beautiful open-plan French kitchen, and a bathroom. The attic on the second floor had only one bedroom.

The little lamb grumbled inwardly, thinking Seth must have planned this.

But it was too late to change houses. Fang Chen decided to secretly throw away all those little plastic packets.

Seth had already taken the suitcases upstairs. Fang Chen rummaged around and picked out a white, fluffy long-sleeved sweater and a pair of jeans, a very fresh look. The sweater had a V-neck, revealing his beautiful and delicate collarbones. Fang Chen also found a silver clavicle chain to wear.

The beauty-conscious little lamb was busy getting himself all dressed up. In contrast, the man was much simpler, just changing his jacket before sitting downstairs to wait for him.

Fang Chen came down holding a moisturizer. “The air is dry here, and it’s cold outside. Do you want to put something on your face?”

Seth’s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds before moving away. He refused flatly, “No.”

“Just a little,” Fang Chen walked up to him, persuading earnestly. “You need to learn how to take care of your skin. This can effectively reduce the probability of me going out to look at handsome guys.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”

Fang Chen didn’t waste any more words, directly opening the container, scooping some out with his finger, and smearing it on the man’s face.

When the little lamb’s fingers came close, Seth hesitated for a moment but didn’t dodge. In the end, he frowned, closed his eyes, and let the little lamb’s hooves rub all over his face.

Finally, Fang Chen patted the man’s face to help it absorb. “All done!”

Seth opened his eyes, sniffed lightly, and his expression softened for a moment. “It smells the same as you.”

Fang Chen was momentarily confused, then looked down at the moisturizer. “No way, this is unscented.”

The man wrapped an arm around Fang Chen’s waist, lowered his head, and pressed his own face against Fang Chen’s.

The little lamb’s cheek was immediately squashed.

He said in a low voice, “It’s the same smell.”

Fang Chen pushed him away forcefully. “Fine, fine, whatever you say. Let’s go, let’s go, didn’t you want to go for a walk?”

“So energetic.” Seth stroked his hair. “Don’t you want to rest for a bit?”

Fang Chen quickly shook his head.

What good could come from resting alone in a room with Seth?

The little lamb’s thoughts were written all over his face.

Seth didn’t expose him, saying with amusement, “Alright, let’s go.”

Before leaving, the man insisted on wrapping a red scarf around the little lamb’s neck, saying his exposed neck was too cold.

In reality, part of the reason was that the collar was too low, and Seth didn’t want others to see.

Fang Chen pouted and said it was too ugly.

“How is it ugly? Our little lamb is beautiful.”

Leaving the cabin, the two didn’t drive. The town wasn’t big anyway, so they decided to just stroll around slowly.

Passing a creative goods shop, Fang Chen picked out four or five refrigerator magnets and asked Seth which one was prettier.

The man glanced at them and felt they were all the same.

“They’re all pretty.”

The little lamb’s face stiffened, and he looked at Seth expressionlessly. “You’re just placating me.”

“No, no.” Seth said quickly. “Um, let me look again. This one, its colors are brighter.”

Only then did the little lamb huff, handing the item to Seth. “Go pay.”

The man immediately took it. “Baby, if you like the others, we can buy them all.”

“No, why buy so many? I’m in charge of the money now, you have to listen to me.”

Seth nodded. “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”

As he went to pay, a man sidled up next to him and said jokingly, “Your boyfriend is quite fierce.”

Seth’s lips quirked into a smile. He nodded, not looking annoyed at all, but rather with a hint of smug pride.

In recent years, the number of tourists in the town had increased, and shops opened one after another. After browsing a few, Fang Chen felt a bit tired. He found a nearby small square on the map, bought two hot drinks with Seth, and sat on a bench looking at the snow-capped mountains.

Fang Chen rested his head on Seth’s shoulder. “Do you think, when we’re old and we come back here, we’ll still remember today?”

Seth re-wrapped the scarf that had slipped from his neck and said in a low voice, “We will. I’ll remember you sitting by the window asking me to take your picture, and I’ll remember the look on your face when you sat in my lap and kissed me.”

The little lamb suddenly raised his head. “When we’re old, will we not have to do it anymore? I’m afraid you’ll break your back if you thrust once.”

One moment he was getting sentimental because of Fang Chen, the next he was so angry he was speechless.

Seth said irritably, “If my back is bad, I’ll use toys on you.”

Fang Chen’s eyes went wide. “That’s so perverted.”

The man pressed his head back down. “So be a good boy. Last time you promised to get on top and move by yourself, but you broke your promise again.”

Fang Chen was at a loss for words. “Why are our conversations always so dirty? I wasn’t this kind of lamb before.”

Seth didn’t speak. He hooked his finger under his chin, leaned in, and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

The little lamb’s head always spun when he was kissed. This time, he managed to spare a sliver of thought.

He must have been infected by Seth.

Too many kisses, passing his perversion on to him through saliva.

After walking around the town, they randomly picked a restaurant that looked decent for dinner.

It was the peak tourist season, and the restaurant was quite full. The two sat at a table by the window. While Fang Chen was secretly picking carrots out of his salad, he suddenly heard a burst of cheers from nearby.

The little lamb, who loved to join in on the fun, immediately turned his head.

It turned out someone was proposing.

Coincidentally, it was also two men.

The taller one was on one knee, holding a ring, his voice trembling as he spoke. The other, with small blond curls, had red eyes as if holding back tears.

Finally, amidst a round of enthusiastic applause, the two hugged tightly.

Fang Chen also stood up to applaud, clapping so hard that the man frowned, afraid he would make his palms red.

When Fang Chen sat down again, Seth took his hand and turned it over. The tender white palm was indeed a little red.

He felt a pang of heartache. “Aren’t you silly?”

But when he looked up, he was stunned. “Baby, why are your eyes red?”

The little lamb sniffled. “It’s so touching. I can’t help it, my tear ducts are just too active, I cry easily.”

Seth said with amusement, “No crying.”

“You don’t need to cry for someone else’s happiness. You are also very happy.”

The little lamb nodded. “I know. Seth, with you, I’m the happiest little lamb. Hubby, can you help me eat this bowl of carrots?”

Seth: “…”

When they left the restaurant, it had started to snow outside. Fang Chen played spoiled and didn’t want to walk, asking Seth to carry him back on his back.

He untied his own scarf, wrapping half around his own head and half around Seth’s.

The little lamb said triumphantly, “This way we won’t get sick from the cold.”

Seth grunted in agreement. “Right, we won’t get sick from the cold. We’ll just look sick in the head.”

The little lamb tightened his arms around his neck. “I’d advise you to watch your words, or I won’t give you an allowance next month.”

Seth suppressed a laugh. “I was wrong, baby.”

Back at the cabin, Seth pushed Fang Chen to take a hot shower, afraid he would get sick from the cold.

“Then you cut the fruit. I’m going to make hot mulled wine in a bit.” The little lamb hadn’t forgotten his plan and instructed him.

“You go take a shower. I’ll make it.”

The two had brought back a bottle of red wine from the restaurant, along with some spices and fruits.

Seth heated the pot, poured in the red wine, added the cut apples, orange slices, and other fruits. The little lamb liked sweets, so he also added some rock sugar.

By the time Fang Chen came out of the shower, the room was already filled with a fragrant aroma.

He had changed into a fluffy pajama set that Seth had picked for him. It was the man’s wicked sense of humor—a one-piece lamb costume with a hood that had two soft, drooping lamb ears.

Fang Chen walked to the edge of the kitchen and sniffed. “It smells so good.”

Seth stirred with a spoon. “It’ll be ready in a minute.”

He turned his head, about to say something, but froze. He looked the little lamb up and down and smiled. “So cute, baby.”

The youth’s face reddened slightly. He looked down at himself and cursed him under his breath, “Pervert, buying such weird clothes.”

Seth put on a gentlemanly act. “Don’t overthink it. It’s just normal clothes. I wasn’t planning on doing anything.”

As if anyone would believe that.

The little lamb propped up his chin, waiting eagerly. Finally, steam rose, and the pot lid started to rattle.

The man took out two glass cups, even garnishing them by cutting two strawberries and placing them on the rims. He then poured the hot mulled wine into the cups and carried the tray to the table in front of the fireplace.

Fang Chen trotted after him.

There were two lounge chairs by the fireplace. The little lamb sat down, took a sip of the hot mulle wine, and sighed comfortably.

Seth sat next to him and clinked glasses. “Drink less. We still have to go skiing tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” The little lamb squinted his eyes, boasting without a care, “My alcohol tolerance is much better now.”

Seth smiled helplessly.

Over the next while, the youth chattered about his childhood. He had secretly raised a small dog, saving half a steamed bun every day to feed it, but the dog later got lost. He loved the glass marbles at the corner store, but he had no pocket money. One day he found one outside the classroom, picked it up, and carefully wiped it clean, but was later accused of stealing by a classmate, for which he even got into a fight.

When Fang Chen spoke of these past events, he didn’t seem very sad or pained. To him, they were trivial matters in his overly difficult childhood. Besides, he was an optimist, believing that as long as he ran fast enough, he could always leave the darkness behind.

He was just regretful that, whether it was the puppy or the glass marble, he never had the ability to possess them.

Every word Fang Chen said landed heavily on Seth’s heart. He walked over, scooped the little lamb into his arms, and pecked at his forehead. “Baby, baby.”

The man kept calling his name. The aroma of red wine in the air was intensifying. Fang Chen felt like a piece of orange soft candy, about to melt completely.

He had lied.

His alcohol tolerance was still very poor.

Just like now, he looked at Seth dizzily, feeling like he was seeing double.

The little lamb was turned over and pressed onto the lounge chair. Seth lowered his head, his lips touching his ear.

“Baby, do you know what the cutest part of this outfit is?”

The man’s hand slid down. “A one-piece pajama isn’t convenient for going to the bathroom, so there’s a zipper here.”

In that second, Fang Chen finally sobered up a little. He was so embarrassed his ears turned red.

So it was an open-crotch onesie.

The snow fell heavily in the town that night, the flakes fluttering down, almost burying the entire town.

But inside the cabin, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, making the whole room warm. The lounge chair rocked back and forth with a creaking sound, the drooping lamb ears swaying.

Fang Chen didn’t even have to take off his clothes before he was bundled up and eaten.

The man was very gentle today. His hand covered Fang Chen’s eyes from beginning to end.

The little lamb’s voice trembled. “I can’t see… I can’t see.”

Seth hummed in response.

“I don’t want you to cry today. If you shed a tear, I’ll stop, okay?”

The youth had a palm-sized face, his eyes covered, leaving only his nose and mouth exposed. He parted his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking out, panting with difficulty.

He didn’t want to cry today.

And he didn’t want Seth to stop.

The next day, Fang Chen naturally couldn’t get out of bed.

Seth had to practically dig him out.

His eyes wouldn’t even open. “So sleepy.”

A pair of hands waved around randomly, inadvertently slapping the man. Seth bent down and kissed him. “Good boy, don’t you want to go skiing?”

The little lamb complained, “It’s all your fault. You knew we were going skiing and you still did it last night!”

Seth snorted. “Who was it last night whose legs were wrapped around my waist, telling me not to stop?”

The little lamb fell silent.

The man smiled, said nothing more, and carried him to wash up. He even put toothpaste on the toothbrush before handing it to the little lamb’s mouth. After washing up the little ancestor, he carried him to change clothes.

By the time they were all ready and in the car, Fang Chen was finally awake. He leaned against the car window, looking out with some excitement. “I’ve never skied before. Will there be an instructor?”

“No,” Seth said with a smile. “You’re about to cut off my allowance, where would I get the money to hire an instructor for you?”

Fang Chen’s face grew a little hot, knowing he was referring to his drunken nonsense on the lounge chair last night.

No instructor, then.

Fang Chen poked the glass with his finger, remaining silent.

The man held the steering wheel with one hand and pulled the little lamb’s hand over with the other, holding it in his palm.

“I’ll teach you.”

Fang Chen turned and blinked at him. “I’ll pay you a salary, then.”

Seth smiled. “Thank you, boss.”

When they arrived at the ski resort, it wasn’t too crowded since they were early. Fang Chen was a complete novice, so he could only use the beginner slope. The man helped him put on his protective gear, then crouched down, holding his calf to help him put on his skis. Finally, he put a soft, stuffed animal hip protector on him.

Fang Chen looked down and asked unhappily, “Why am I not on a snowboard? That’s so much cooler.”

“This is simpler, you’re less likely to fall.”

To make it easier to teach the little lamb, Seth also switched to skis. He faced Fang Chen and taught him some postures. “Legs a little wider, like this.”

Fang Chen was already impatient. “Got it, got it. I’ll do a run to try it out.”

He pushed off with his poles, and before the man could say anything more, he slid straight down.

Before Seth could follow, he saw the little lamb’s body wobble and then fall onto the snow with a thud.

He helplessly tugged at the corner of his mouth and quickly skied down after him.

For the entire day at the ski resort, Fang Chen fell so many times he almost became a lamb patty. Finally, Seth couldn’t stand it anymore and dragged him to the rest area.

Handing him a soda, Seth comforted him, “It’s not something you can learn in a day or two. Don’t be anxious.”

The little lamb was listless, chewing on his straw. “I feel like my whole body is going to fall apart.”

Seth stroked his head. “Want to go back?”

“No! It’s rare to come here to have fun.”

Fang Chen downed his soda in one go, patted his butt, and stood up. “Again!”

The result of “again” was that when they returned to the cabin that night, Fang Chen could barely stand and was eventually scooped up and carried back by the man.

He didn’t know how many times he had fallen. Luckily, he was wearing thick clothes, so there were no obvious bruises, but the excessive exercise still caused soreness all over his body.

After taking a shower, Fang Chen didn’t even want to eat. He was so tired he just fell asleep.

Seth sat beside him, gently massaging his calves and waist. In a half-asleep state, Fang Chen groggily opened his eyes and mumbled, “You should sleep with me too.”

Seth coaxed him in a low voice, “You sleep. I’ll help you massage, or it will hurt more tomorrow.”

Fang Chen mumbled something else that Seth didn’t catch, and the next second, the youth’s eyes were closed again.

Seth leaned over and kissed him with amusement.

Good night, baby.

After two days of skiing, Fang Chen refused to go anymore. Seth didn’t have the heart to let the little lamb fall again either. He only had this one little lamb; who would compensate him if he broke?

The last day’s itinerary was changed at the last minute to a trip to the hot springs in the next town.

The private villa they booked had a private outdoor bath in the backyard. Fang Chen, wearing a pair of small shorts, pattered out of the house. “Seth, do you want some of this?”

He took out a pile of snacks. Seth glanced at them and shook his head.

The man was soaking in the pool, leaning back lazily, his posture relaxed. He beckoned to Fang Chen with a finger. “Stop fussing and get in.”

Fang Chen hesitated. “Can’t we soak in two separate pools?”

The man raised his eyes slightly, his gaze dangerous.

He repeated calmly, “Get in.”

Fang Chen dawdled, but eventually got into the pool. With a stretch of his large hand, the man pulled him directly into his arms.

“I’m not that bad, am I? You’re in so much pain, how could I touch you? Be good, have a soak, you’ll recover faster.”

Hearing this, Fang Chen relaxed a little, pressing against Seth, his body feeling boneless as he leaned on him.

He sighed pitifully, “School is about to start again.”

Why do vacations always pass so quickly?

Seth turned his head and kissed his ear. “I also have two classes this semester. We can go to school together.”

Fang Chen pouted. “Forget it.”

The man frowned. “What? Still not planning to give me an official status?”

Fang Chen mumbled, “Isn’t it good like this?”

Seth didn’t know how long this little lamb planned to hide. He pinched his earlobe and didn’t continue the topic.

Steam rose from the pool. Fang Chen turned over and leaned on the edge of the pool, letting the man massage his waist.

The man’s palms were broad. When both hands pressed down, only a narrow section of his waist and back was visible.

He kneaded and asked in a low voice, “Boss, is it still comfortable?”

Fang Chen’s eyes were slightly closed, his voice like a kitten’s. “Not bad, I’ll give you a raise…”

His voice stopped abruptly. Fang Chen suddenly sobered up, straightened his back, and tried to dart forward, but Seth stopped him with one hand.

“Didn’t you say you wouldn’t do it?”

The man hummed in agreement, pressing close to him. “Spread your legs, good boy.”

There was a small mole on Fang Chen’s inner thigh, which was often bitten by the man, frequently covered in layers of bite marks.

Today it suffered even more, being rubbed until it was red and almost swollen.

Fang Chen thought resentfully, tomorrow he would go get the mole removed!

He couldn’t give this wolf another chance.
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Not long after returning from Switzerland, school was about to start. It was too far from the manor, so they had to move out. Fang Chen originally planned to go back to his old dorm, but Seth wanted him to live with him in the apartment near the school.

The two had their first little conflict, but in reality, it didn’t hinder their intimacy at all.

Making love with cold faces had its own special flavor.

With two days left before school started, Fang Chen was packing his suitcase. Seth came up with freshly baked cupcakes, glanced over, and his expression soured. “Who told you to pack?”

Fang Chen didn’t even turn his head. “None of your business.”

The man stood lazily to the side. “Come here, give me a kiss.”

Fang Chen put down what he was holding, got up with a stern little face, walked over, stood on his tiptoes to plant a peck on Seth’s chin, and then took the cake from the side without any expression.

He was a master of indifference.

Seth looked down at him, pausing for a few seconds before saying, “I have to go out for a competition in a few days, for about two or three days.”

Fang Chen’s movements stopped. He looked up at him. “My classes are packed once school starts.”

The implication was that he couldn’t go with Seth.

The man’s expression grew even fouler.

“Then you’ll stay at the apartment and wait for me to come back.”

Fang Chen didn’t say anything, sitting on a nearby chair and eating his cake as if he hadn’t heard.

Seth secretly gritted his teeth.

He walked over, turned the chair around, and braced his hands on either side, looking down at the youth.

“Be good, baby.”

Having lived together for so long, Seth felt like claws were scratching at his heart if they were separated for even one night.

Once you’ve tasted sweetness, you don’t want to go back to the old days.

Fang Chen forked a bite of cake and held it up to Seth’s mouth. “Hubby, want some?”

The man was so angry his teeth itched. He desperately wanted to flip him over on this chair and fuck him senseless. Looking at the cake offered to his mouth, he gave Fang Chen a cold look and bent down to eat it.

It was a soft cake, but Seth ate it as if he were biting into a piece of meat.

The little lamb blinked. “You’re so fierce even when eating cake. Anyone who didn’t know would think you were eating me. Tell me, would I still dare to move into the apartment with you?”

Seth was so angry he almost couldn’t breathe.

This little lamb was born to be his undoing.

The man could only soften his tone, lowering his head to press against the little lamb’s soft cheek. “Baby, live with me. I’ll listen to whatever you say. I won’t be fierce anymore. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”

Of course, that was impossible.

First, he had to trick him into agreeing.

Fang Chen looked up at him seriously. “Hubby, I’m not actually stupid. Once we’re in bed, do I have the strength to resist?”

“…”

When Fang Chen started school, Seth happened to be flying out.

The little heartless one didn’t even come to the airport to see him off.

The man fumed by himself, but he didn’t forget to note down the local specialties Fang Chen wanted to eat, preparing to buy them and bring them back for his little ancestor.

On the first night after the plane landed, Seth had just returned from training when he received a video call from Fang Chen.

A smile touched the man’s lips, instantly placated.

He still remembered to call him.

He answered the call and saw the small face on the screen. He felt a familiar itch stir in his bones, making him wish he could fly back immediately and pull the person into his arms.

“Baby. I miss you so much.” The man said in a low voice. “Are you in the dorm? Did you blow-dry your hair after your shower?”

Unexpectedly, Fang Chen didn’t respond but instead let out two soft pants.

The man’s eyes darkened. “Baby, what are you doing?”

Only then did he realize something was wrong. The youth’s eyes were a little red, veiled with a layer of mist, and his face was flushed.

“I’m at… the apartment. Didn’t you tell me to wait for you here obediently?”

The little lamb spoke softly, his words interspersed with pants.

The camera tilted down a little, and Seth’s sharp eyes immediately saw what the youth was holding.

It was a black shirt.

It was Seth’s shirt.

Seth’s mind went blank with a “boom.” His eyes were bloodshot, and he gripped his phone tightly, feeling a throbbing in his temples that was about to explode.

He bit down hard. “Fang Chen! What are you doing!”

The youth looked up at him, his eyes misty. “Guess, Hubby.”

His movements became more pronounced, making the whole screen shake. The black shirt, the white skin, the extreme color contrast assaulted Seth’s eyes, making his breathing heavy.

After an unknown amount of time, the youth lifted his head and said pitifully, “Hubby, I can’t do it right by myself.”

He pushed his fingers toward the camera, glistening wet.

“It’s not as good as yours.”

Seth’s expression had seemingly calmed down, but the hand hanging by his side was clenched tight, veins popping.

“Good luck with the competition, Hubby. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

Waiting like this?

Holding his clothes, fooling around in their bed.

The man paused for two seconds, then suddenly smiled, a gentle smile. He spoke softly.

“Okay, baby. Wait for me to come back.”

I’ll fuck you to death.

Author’s Note:
Little Theater: The DV Sequel [End]

That evening, Seth suggested watching a movie in the media room. Since the man rarely initiated movie-watching, Fang Chen was quite happy and trotted after him cheerfully.

He never expected it would be the movie he starred in.

The man exported the contents of the DV cam and projected it. The entire wall-sized screen was filled with him and Seth hugging and kissing. Fang Chen’s face began to burn red with just a glance.

So perverted!

He cursed inwardly, but his eyes couldn’t help but watch.

Seeing it from this third-person perspective was a truly different feeling.

He knew he couldn’t compare to Seth’s physique, but he hadn’t realized the difference was this big. Sitting in Seth’s lap, he looked like a slightly larger BJD doll.

During the kiss, the man’s hands were never still, roaming up under his shirt. Fang Chen heard himself whimper, probably because he was pinched somewhere.

The two sat on the loveseat, and Seth’s actions mirrored the projection. He held him in his arms, his hand slipping inside.

“Baby, your panting is wrong. That’s not how you panted in the video.”

“What’s the next step? Watch the video yourself.”

The image and reality synchronized. The man deliberately bullied him, even matching the speed of his movements.

Fang Chen was about to cry from the torment.

Two little lambs, being eaten by the same wolf.