Chapter 48: Exclusive to Jinjiang 2/3

Song Fuzhi outlined his own trajectory, only involving the living room, window sill, and kitchen without touching other areas.

In fact, Song Fuzhi’s thoughts were very simple; after all, this completely belonged to Shi Zhang’s territory. He needed to confirm everything, from which knife to use to what plate. He also wanted to make it clear that he wouldn’t intrude into the private areas; he came only to feed the birds.

Teacher Song had a great sense of propriety, and the implied meaning in his words was conveyed perfectly.

Shi Zhang now felt a bit too worried and a little embarrassed. Song Fuzhi was very respectful and wouldn’t enter private areas, even if the door was wide open.

Shi Zhang gave a slight squeeze to Song Fuzhi’s wrist. “Teacher Song, there’s no need to be so… I don’t mind.”

“Oh, right, the most important thing.” Shi Zhang led Song Fuzhi to the front door. “I have a password lock at home, and the password is—”

Song Fuzhi interrupted him halfway: “You want to tell me your home’s password?”

Shi Zhang raised an eyebrow. “If I don’t tell you, how will you get in?”

Song Fuzhi jokingly said, “What if I change your password, and the house becomes mine?”

“If it becomes yours, then it’s yours.” Shi Zhang smiled. “I’m all yours.”

Song Fuzhi made a soft sound, his heartbeat quickening. He realized that Professor Shi occasionally knew how to speak sincerely and flirtatiously.

Shi Zhang paused before saying, “The password is 738944.”

Song Fuzhi nodded. “Got it.”

After bidding farewell to the Falcon family, the two of them left Shi Zhang’s house together.

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Back home in the evening, in the bedroom, Shi Zhang sat on the edge of the bed, neatly dressed in a robe. Song Fuzhi stood in front of him, looking a bit displeased.

“Take off your clothes.”

Song Fuzhi held a tube of ointment, saying it coldly.

In the end, Shi Zhang sighed softly, unbuttoning his shirt while muttering under his breath, “Really not necessary; I don’t feel anything.”

“Wait until the wound scabs over and heals properly.” Song Fuzhi frowned.

He couldn’t understand why Shi Zhang seemed so indifferent to the injuries to his body.

Shi Zhang took off his shirt, wearing only a pair of sleeping shorts. He turned sideways, lifting his arm for Song Fuzhi to apply the ointment.

The injury was on the back of his arm, out of Shi Zhang’s view. Song Fuzhi sat on the bed with one leg bent, lowering his head to tend to the wound.

From this angle, Song Fuzhi inevitably had a complete view of Shi Zhang’s exposed back.

The muscles of his arm bulged slightly due to Shi Zhang’s posture, making Song Fuzhi’s eyes wander. In the end, he couldn’t resist and reached out to touch her.

Firm, smooth curves, strong and powerful—the touch was incredibly satisfying. If it weren’t for the injury, Song Fuzhi felt that Shi Zhang could easily lift him up.

Shi Zhang looked at him in surprise, turning around and saying with a smile, “Doctor Song, are you harassing the patient?”

Song Fuzhi licked his lips, saying with a straight face, “It’s part of the treatment.”

“Oh.” Shi Zhang nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

In just a few glances, Song Fuzhi couldn’t resist the temptation. The night they got drunk was too stimulating; too many memorable things happened. When Song Fuzhi woke up, all he could recall was someone’s strength and warmth behind him. After touching her for a while, he gradually remembered other things.

That night was too exciting, and there were too many things worth recalling. So, after Song Fuzhi sobered up, he could only think of certain people’s strength and warmth behind him, and only then did he vaguely recall some other things.

At that time, half-drunk on the bed alone, Song Fuzhi had two vague figures in his mind—one was his husband, and the other was the cosplayer, Octopus.

He seemed to be inclined to mix the two of them up. Thinking about it now, Song Fuzhi felt he might have thought too much, considering how drunk he was.

After all, he and Shi Zhang had been married for so long, and his mind shouldn’t have those male model cosplayers anymore.

One was his future life partner, and the other was a stranger on the other side of the screen. It really shouldn’t have been confused.

Song Fuzhi sighed gently while looking at Shi Zhang’s well-defined arm. His voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a smile. “Professor, you have an amazing figure.”

Shi Zhang paused for a moment and asked, “Like it?”

At this moment, Song Fuzhi was not trying to hide or disguise anything. “Like it.”

“Someone once said I’m too muscular.”

“No, it’s just right.”

Song Fuzhi spoke the truth; Shi Zhang’s muscles weren’t overly rigid. They possessed a natural explosiveness.

“Then you’re the best I’ve seen,” Song Fuzhi said in a low voice.

Shi Zhang hesitated for a moment and asked, “Have you seen others?”

Song Fuzhi blinked and laughed. “Seen others? Well, not exactly—just casually browsing.”

Shi Zhang responded with an “Hmm,” probably having a rough idea.

For adults who had lived for so long, there was nothing they hadn’t seen. With the current abundance of audiovisual materials and numerous artists and models, there was something for everyone.

At this moment, Shi Zhang felt fortunate because Song Fuzhi happened to like his particular type.

Without turning around, Shi Zhang reached back, grabbing Song Fuzhi’s hand and using his thumb to scratch it. “Then don’t look at others in the future.”

“Of course,” Song Fuzhi said.

While saying that, he looked at Shi Zhang’s shoulder and back from bottom to top again.

If Shi Zhang turned around at this moment, he would see the undisguised warmth in Song Fuzhi’s eyes.

In fact, Song Fuzhi rarely looked at Shi Zhang’s body from this angle. Most of the time, it was Shi Zhang who looked at his exposed back, not the other way around.

During their previous bath together, the steam filled the air, making it difficult for Song Fuzhi to clearly see Shi Zhang’s back.

Strong shoulders gradually tapered to a tight waist, and the spine was straight and concave, resembling a dormant valley.

This valley extended to the loose, low-waisted sleeping shorts, revealing the contours of the buttocks.

Song Fuzhi’s gaze followed the waistband, but it was forced to stop, leading to various suggestive thoughts.

However, before Song Fuzhi could be moved, his gaze suddenly froze.

The skin below Shi Zhang’s lower back was different from other places; it was uneven, like a spider web, with uneven skin tones.

The proliferative scars extended under the sleeping shorts.

The room fell silent for a long time, and the person behind it didn’t move either. Shi Zhang turned his head with a bit of confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Seeing Song Fuzhi’s silent gaze, Shi Zhang suddenly understood.

He turned around, facing Song Fuzhi, and hugged his waist with a smile. “Didn’t scare you, did I?”

Song Fuzhi frowned, his voice low. “How did this happen?”

“Many, many years ago, when I was a child,” Shi Zhang said calmly, in a relaxed posture. “I accidentally got burned when playing.”

Song Fuzhi still had a furrowed brow. Suddenly, he sat on the bed with his legs crossed, turned Shi Zhang’s waist, held him in place with one hand on his side, and directly pulled down his pants with the other hand.

Revealing a half-full, sexy thigh gap, Song Fuzhi, however, didn’t have the mood to look. The burn scars looked like an ugly spider crouching on Shi Zhang’s lower back, an area usually covered by pants—something most people wouldn’t see.

Shi Zhang involuntarily shrank, twisted his waist, and playfully tried to break free, saying with a smile, “Stop looking, it’s itchy.”

“Don’t move.” Song Fuzhi’s grip on his side was strong, preventing Shi Zhang from breaking free.

Shi Zhang pleaded with a smile, “Don’t look, Teacher Song.”

Song Fuzhi’s strength didn’t diminish. He just silently watched.

Shi Zhang gradually stopped moving and sighed softly after a while.

“It takes quite a bit of carelessness to get burned here,” Song Fuzhi asked with a frown.

Shi Zhang still smiled. “I was a mischievous child back then.”

“Professor is indeed quite mischievous, a little rascal.” Song Fuzhi used his thumb to rub the uneven skin and lightly traced over the scar.

“You must have sat bare-bottomed in a basin of boiling water, with your waist touching it first.”

“Ah.” Shi Zhang didn’t refute. “It’s about right.”

Song Fuzhi pursed his lips and asked again how it happened and if it hurt.

Shi Zhang just smiled faintly, saying that he was only a few years old at the time, and he couldn’t remember the specifics of how it happened. He didn’t feel pain anymore.

So, Song Fuzhi didn’t ask any further.

That night, Song Fuzhi used the shower outside, went straight to bed after showering, took off his ring, and placed it on the bedside table with his back facing Shi Zhang.

Shi Zhang followed him to sit on the bed and silently lift the blanket, lying down next to Song Fuzhi.

As soon as Shi Zhang got under the covers, he turned to embrace Song Fuzhi, his fingers gently stroking his arm.

Song Fuzhi’s shoulder slumped a bit, silently turning over. His palm reached the back of Shi Zhang’s waist, skillfully picking at the waistband, placing it on that rough skin, and massaging it irregularly.