When Xie Wanxing woke up, for a moment, he thought time had reversed, and he was back in the Longhua Hotel a month ago.

He was naked under the blanket, and Fu Wenshan sat at the head of the bed, smoking a cigarette while looking at him.

Seeing him awake, Fu Wenshan didn’t speak this time. He just looked at him with a deep and unreadable gaze, pondering something.

At first, Xie Wanxing was still in a state of amnesia. Though he felt the chill from Fu Wenshan’s gaze, he hadn’t remembered what had happened yet.

Until he turned over—

He found that the inside of his thighs seemed to be grazed, and though his waist and butt didn’t hurt as much as last time, the familiar soreness made his face pale.

Memories of being drunk rushed into his brain like a tsunami.

It seemed that, after getting drunk, he had pressed Fu Wenshan onto the bed, happily straddled him, torn off his clothes, and announced his intention to sleep with him.

And then, Fu Wenshan, that untrustworthy bastard, had actually slept with him.

For the second time.

…

Xie Wanxing drew a sharp breath.

Calmly, in the morning sunlight filling the room, he lifted his blanket and glanced quickly downward, then swiftly covered himself again.

Great, Fu Wenshan was still the same old dog, leaving bite marks all over him.

Fu Wenshan observed Xie Wanxing’s actions the entire time. Feeling uneasy and guilty, he averted his gaze for a moment and nearly choked on the smoke.

Xie Wanxing slowly emerged from the blanket, grabbed a shirt from the bed, regardless of whose it was, draped it over himself, and saw clothes scattered all over the room, a clear indication of their activities from last night.

“Have you decided how you want to die, you little rabbit?” Xie Wanxing asked gently.

He also took a cigarette from Fu Wenshan’s case, lit it up, his voice hoarse. Despite his lazy appearance after the affair, his demeanor was even more captivating.

But his words were far from gentle.

“I’m going to beat you until even your mother won’t recognize you,” Xie Wanxing bit down on the cigarette butt, his voice cold, “You fucking got addicted to sleeping with me, huh? Couldn’t get me to keep you so you turned to drugging me?”

Fu Wenshan finally lost his calmness. He looked at Xie Wanxing, quickly pointed out last night’s crucial details.

“You were the one who initiated it yesterday,” he earnestly analyzed with Xie Wanxing, speaking rapidly, “Just like last time, both times you wrapped your legs around my waist first. You even undressed me, impatient with my slow undressing, and after the first time, you still wanted to go for a second round.”

So they did it twice yesterday.

Xie Wanxing: “…”

He messed up big time.

He carefully recalled and vaguely realized that what Fu Wenshan said seemed to be true.

He indeed seemed like a wanton little demon, asking to do it again after feeling up someone’s abs and pecs.

His face flushed instantly to the roots of his ears, an unprecedented intensity of shame overwhelmed him, infuriating yet helpless against Fu Wenshan.

Seeing Xie Wanxing at a loss, Fu Wenshan didn’t seize the opportunity to press on, instead unusually fell silent.

They say men are creatures of desire, and it seemed true.

When he slept with Xie Wanxing for the first time, he didn’t have a profound impression of him because upon waking up, he was preoccupied with arguing with Xie Wanxing.

But after sleeping with him for the second time last night, he couldn’t stop thinking about the details of last night—Xie Wanxing really seemed like an exquisite beauty in the murmuring rain, his lips were moist, his eyes were moist, and a touch felt like melting into him like spring water.

Thinking about it, he embarrassingly got hard again in the morning.

While Xie Wanxing was still asleep, his face hidden in the covers, fair and delicate, with an innocence unfamiliar to the world. Looking at him, he felt a bit perverted, as he even wanted to kiss the sleeping Xie Wanxing.

So now, instead of the anger from the first time, he felt a bit guilty.

He wasn’t as drunk as Xie Wanxing last night.

He still remembered Xie Wanxing’s drunken confession yesterday, saying that he used to be a top, but meeting him made him a bottom.

This also explained why someone like Xie Wanxing, who treated sex as casually as eating, held a grudge against him.

He empathized with Xie Wanxing’s feelings for a moment. If he as a top was deflowered twice in a row, he’d probably want to kill the other person.

Thinking of this, he took the glass of water he had prepared earlier from the bedside and handed it to Xie Wanxing.

Xie Wanxing raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his gesture.

“Your throat must be sore,” Fu Wenshan said calmly, “Drink some water, or you won’t have the energy to curse at me.”

Xie Wanxing was taken aback. Why was this little scoundrel’s attitude so much better than last time?

He thought Fu Wenshan would quarrel with him like last time.

But his throat was indeed dry as a bone, so he didn’t refuse. He picked up the glass and drank half of it in one gulp.

After drinking, he felt much calmer.

Sleeping together after drinking was becoming a normal thing for them.

Compared to the last time when he wanted to beat Fu Wenshan to the ground, now he was strangely more confused.

He didn’t know if he should blame himself or Fu Wenshan.

If he had to say, it was wrong from the beginning. If he hadn’t participated in this garbage program “Unexpected encounter,” he wouldn’t have met Fu Wenshan again. If he hadn’t met Fu Wenshan, he wouldn’t have shared a room with him, and if he hadn’t shared a room with him… he wouldn’t have had drunken sex with him.

But thinking of this, his face suddenly turned even paler. He sat up abruptly and looked at Fu Wenshan. “Is the soundproofing of this damn villa good?”

Drunken sex wasn’t scary, but being heard by the entire production team… Xie Wanxing looked pale as he glanced at the only window in the attic…

He might just jump off the windowsill.

“Don’t worry, the only good thing about this damn villa is that the soundproofing is good,” Fu Wenshan explained calmly, “Wu Ran and Zhou Ying even practice dancing in the room, and you can’t hear anything from outside. And even if they did hear something, I’ll say you were having a drunken tantrum.”

Xie Wanxing immediately glared at him. “Why is it me with the drunken tantrum? Why not you?”

Fu Wenshan thought to himself, because you really did cause a tantrum last night, and I, I was the victim of it.

But he chose to go along with Xie Wanxing.

He nodded, “If you say it was my drunken tantrum, that’s fine too.”

Once Xie Wanxing knew that the crew couldn’t hear them, he relaxed a bit.

He leaned back on the bed again, flicking the cigarette ash into the empty box on the bedside table. He seriously began to ponder, wondering if he owed Fu Wenshan a lot of money in his past life, hence repeatedly falling into his hands in this life.

As a young master of the Xie family, he had never suffered a loss since birth, only making others miserable.

But now, the tables had turned.

It was his turn to be taken advantage of.

Damn, it’s exhausting.

Fu Wenshan dared not speak beside him.

After last night, his mentality underwent a qualitative change.

He had already begun to forgive Xie Wanxing for his various lousy attitudes towards him before.

Because everything now made sense.

He actually forced a playboy to be a bottom for him, not once but twice. Anyone would be infuriated.

Deep in thought, he thought, It was entirely Xie Wanxing’s fault. Who asked him to be so good-looking? Xie Wanxing cuddled up to him for a second round last night, which was incredibly seductive and charming, completely lacking any dominant demeanor.

It might be impossible for Xie Wanxing to reclaim his dominance in the future.

It was truly a human tragedy.

But if Xie Wanxing really couldn’t reclaim his dominance… Fu Wenshan calmly took a puff of his cigarette, feeling that he could and should take responsibility for it.

But before he could figure out how to take responsibility, there was a knock on the attic door.

Zhou Ying’s lively voice came from outside.

“Xie Ge, Fu Ge, wake up! It’s nine o’clock already, if you don’t come down now, breakfast will be gone!”

The room fell silent for a moment.

They almost forgot they had to record the program today.

Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan exchanged a quick glance.

Xie Wanxing’s throat was hoarse, making it impossible for him to speak loudly, so it was Fu Wenshan who responded, “Got it, we’ll be down soon. You go ahead and eat first.”

“Oh, okay! Then hurry up, or the production team will come to open the door.” Zhou Ying finished speaking and went downstairs.

Fu Wenshan and Xie Wanxing felt a chill down their spines when they heard the crew would come to open the door.

Once again, Xie Wanxing snatched the only blanket, wrapped it around himself, and got off the bed to fetch his clothes from the wardrobe.

He had initially planned to change in the bathroom, but then he decided to just go for it. After all, he and Fu Wenshan had seen each other naked anyway.

Once he came to terms with it, he tossed the blanket onto the nearby chair and started getting dressed stark naked.

Fu Wenshan exercised the strongest self-control of his life, forcing himself not to look at Xie Wanxing.

But as Xie Wanxing buttoned up his shirt, he asked him, “Did you clean me up yesterday?”

His inner thighs were clean this time, although they had some marks, there wasn’t anything messy stuck between them.

Fu Wenshan looked slightly uncomfortable, “I carried you in the morning while you were still asleep. I just gave you a quick wash.”

Credit to him for having a bit of conscience.

Xie Wanxing didn’t say anything more, with a straight face, he continued to dress.

That day, he wore a semi-turtleneck shirt, but he buttoned the top button and still revealed half of a hickey.

Since it was summer, he didn’t bring any high-necked clothes. After some thought, he had to dig out his makeup bag from his bag, thanking his considerate assistant Wang Xiaoming, who had prepared everything for him.

He took out some concealer, looked at the small mirror, and carefully covered the hickey on his neck. He also applied foundation on his face, covering some red marks around his mouth.

After covering up his flaws, he waved towards Fu Wenshan, “Come here.”

He hadn’t held back yesterday, not only scratching Fu Wenshan’s abdomen, but also biting his ear.

If this was seen, anyone could guess what they had been up to.

Fu Wenshan, puzzled, still obediently walked over.

He was much taller than Xie Wanxing, who had to tiptoe to reach his ear.

At first glance, it looked like they were about to kiss.

Fu Wenshan looked at Xie Wanxing calmly.

In the softly lit room, Xie Wanxing’s skin was flawless, like a piece of fine white porcelain. His eyelashes gently drooped, and he bit his lip lightly, giving off a gentle vibe.

Xie Wanxing quickly fixed up Fu Wenshan’s ear.

“Alright, let’s go,” he packed up his things back into his makeup bag, “During the filming of the show, I’ll treat you as a fellow ordinary guest, and I hope you do the same.”

He, Xie Wanxing, might live life recklessly, but when it came to work, he was always serious.

Fu Wenshan looked at him for a moment before calmly saying, “Okay.”