For three consecutive days after returning home, Xie Wanxing hadn’t seen Fu Wenshan, even though their houses were just tens of meters apart.

Fu Wenshan seemed to be busy with work these days, coming and going early and late, while Xie Wanxing was resting at home. Although they had each other’s WeChat contacts, they had never contacted each other.

On the first day, Xie Wanxing was a bit restless, always on guard against Fu Wenshan suddenly showing up at his door.

But after three days of vigilance, Fu Wenshan never appeared.

Xie Wanxing sat on the rooftop terrace, enjoying the cool breeze and sipping iced fruit tea, his expression blank. He thought to himself that their casual sexual partner relationship seemed a bit too good to be true.

He even suspected whether Fu Wenshan was intentionally messing with him. Maybe he harbored resentment towards him due to his arrogant attitude, deliberately hooked up with him on a variety show, only to ignore him afterward, suppress him, and make him suffer from uncertainty…

One of Xie Wanxing’s favorite pastimes was reading melodramatic novels, and at this moment, his mind was filled with all sorts of messy melodramatic plots, making his brow furrow tighter the more he thought about it.

He even began to wonder if there was any business competition between his family and Fu’s family.

But before he could finish his speculation, the doorbell rang.

Xie Wanxing went downstairs and glanced at the video monitor on the door, only to see a tall man standing at the gate of his garden, none other than Fu Wenshan, who he had just been cursing a moment ago.

Xie Wanxing: “…”

Speak of the devil.

Xie Wanxing knew exactly why Fu Wenshan had come.

As he pressed the switch to open the garden gate, his mind raced.

Was his pajama sexy enough today?

Was his skin in good condition?

What should he prepare for a casual sexual partner’s first visit to his home?

But while his mind buzzed, his feet remained rooted to the spot, motionless.

It wasn’t until the living room door was pushed open and Fu Wenshan appeared in front of him, tall and slender, with clean-cut features, that Xie Wanxing suddenly felt his heart beating a little too fast.

At the same time, before pressing the doorbell at Xie Wanxing’s house, Fu Wenshan had engaged in a long period of inner struggle.

He felt like a hungry ghost in heat, yet at the same time, with his casual sexual partner just next door, it seemed like the perfect timing. If he didn’t do something now, wouldn’t he be missing out on a golden opportunity?

But as soon as he entered Xie Wanxing’s home and saw Xie Wanxing barefoot, all his internal conflict vanished.

Xie Wanxing was wearing a robe, a black silk fabric with a faint sheen, the robe neckline was very open, revealing fair skin and slender collarbones. His long hair was probably just washed, slightly damp, and his black eyes were also moist, looking at him with a hint of surprise.

Xie Wanxing bit his lip, as if he hadn’t expected Fu Wenshan to come, and hastily flashed a smile.

Fu Wenshan felt a warmth rising in his lower abdomen from Xie Wanxing’s smile.

He had gone to the company to record a song today, and when he drove back and saw the lights on in Xie Wanxing’s house, he decided to ring the doorbell.

His gaze fell on Xie Wanxing’s bare feet, a pair of snow-white feet resting on the marble floor without any hint of cold.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” he asked subconsciously.

As soon as he spoke, he regretted it, feeling like a busybody, meddling in this and that.

Xie Wanxing didn’t mind and replied honestly, “Forgot to put them on.”

Fu Wenshan paused for a second, then walked over and picked Xie Wanxing up.

He swore that when he lifted Xie Wanxing, he only felt the ground was a bit cold and intended to carry him to the sofa and get him some slippers.

But Xie Wanxing seemed to misunderstand his intention.

Xie Wanxing hesitated for a moment, then naturally hooked his neck, tilted his head up, and gently kissed him.

Xie Wanxing’s lips were soft, with a hint of fruit tea flavor, rubbing against his lips as if silently inviting him.

Fu Wenshan quickly dismissed his original intention.

After all, his purpose in coming here wasn’t pure to begin with.

He carried Xie Wanxing to the sofa. The sofa was spacious, and Xie Wanxing lay down perfectly. The two of them nibbled on each other’s lips, their breaths intertwined.

In less than two minutes, Xie Wanxing’s black robe fell to the ground.

After kissing for a while, Fu Wenshan propped himself up and looked at Xie Wanxing. Xie Wanxing felt embarrassed being stared at by him but didn’t want to turn his head out of pride. His cheeks blushed involuntarily.

“Do you have a condom?” Fu Wenshan asked.

Xie Wanxing was stunned, realizing there were none at home, but seeing Fu Wenshan’s confident expression as if he knew he must have some…

Xie Wanxing closed his eyes. He stretched out his leg to hook Fu Wenshan’s waist, turned his head to lightly bite Fu Wenshan’s finger, and mumbled, “Let’s not use them today.”

He silently added buying condoms to his to do list.

Fu Wenshan was also stunned. The first two times were accidents, but now both of them were sober, yet Xie Wanxing still…

But he quickly stopped worrying, abandoning reason altogether, and kissed Xie Wanxing’s lips again.

Afterward,

Xie Wanxing lazily lay on the bed, unwilling to move. He lay on the pillow, the blanket only covering his waist, revealing his snow-white back.

He was covered in hickeys, and the recent activity was too intense, making him feel tired even moving his fingers.

But he was quite satisfied with this encounter. The previous two times were hazy, especially the first time, which was painful, but today, aside from the initial roughness when Fu Wenshan penetrated him, he showed remarkable patience and gentleness afterward.

He liked Fu Wenshan kissing him, tender and affectionate. Fu Wenshan’s physique was sturdy, and holding him made him feel safe, giving him the illusion that he was loved and protected.

This casual sexual partner relationship wasn’t bad.

In his mind, he rated Fu Wenshan an eight, deducting two points to prevent him from getting too proud.

Xie Wanxing lay on the bed for a while, then looked at the empty space next to him.

Fu Wenshan had just put on his pants and left. He thought Fu Wenshan had gone to get water, but it had been more than ten minutes, and he still hadn’t returned.

He waited for another ten minutes, and Fu Wenshan finally came in from the door, holding a tray in his hand.

As he approached, Xie Wanxing noticed that the tray contained warm water, washed fruits, and a clean hot towel.

Fu Wenshan naturally pulled his hand over, wiped it with the hot towel, and handed the plate of fruit to him. “Eat up, it’s not chilled.”

Xie Wanxing stared blankly at the glass bowl in his arms.

After their encounter just now, he indeed lazily asked Fu Wenshan for some fruits, saying he suddenly felt thirsty and wanted fruits but was too lazy to wash them.

He just said it casually, but Fu Wenshan actually washed them for him.

Xie Wanxing popped a grape into his mouth, looking at Fu Wenshan strangely. “How did you think of washing the fruits for me?”

Fu Wenshan was even more puzzled. “Wasn’t it you who wanted to eat them?” He said, still holding Xie Wanxing by the neck, like a kitten being spoiled.

Xie Wanxing, with the grape in his mouth, tasted its sour sweetness, the juice bursting in his mouth.

He felt like laughing. He was already in his twenties, no longer a delicate young man in need of care, yet he was being treated like this.

He lightly nudged Fu Wenshan with his foot and asked, “Are you this patient with every casual partner?”

He wasn’t testing him, just genuinely curious.

Fu Wenshan thought to himself, “How would I know? You’re the only casual partner I’ve had until now.”

He fed Xie Wanxing a cherry and said, “Just with you.”

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t believe Fu Wenshan’s words. Fu Wenshan probably swore the same to every lover.

But sweet words were always pleasant to hear, especially since they weren’t even lovers, just friends with benefits.

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They only ate half a bowl of fruits before they had another round.

With Fu Wenshan’s freshly washed cherry in his mouth, the bright red fruit dissolved between their lips and tongues as they kissed. Red juice trickled down Xie Wanxing’s lips, which Fu Wenshan would kiss away.

That night, Fu Wenshan didn’t go back.

While Xie Wanxing showered, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, his black robe was too dirty to look at. He changed into a pure white one. White always looked ethereal, with a sense of purity, but with his current disheveled appearance, he didn’t look like a decent person.

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but scold himself in the mirror, “Lust clouds the mind.”

But when he left the bathroom and lay in bed with Fu Wenshan holding him, encircling him in his arms, he felt that maybe there was nothing wrong with being swayed by lust.

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The next morning, Fu Wenshan left through the back door of Xie Wanxing’s house, walked a distance, and entered his own garage, driving to the company.

He spent the whole day recording in the studio, surprisingly in a good mood. He wasn’t one to lose his temper usually, but he was never seen as gentle either.

But that day, he seemed inexplicably in a good mood.

Jiang Han glanced at him strangely, then bumped into him. “Young Master Fu, did something good happen to you?”

Fu Wenshan looked puzzled. “What good thing? Are you finally resigning?”

Jiang Han: “Get lost. As long as I can squeeze money out of you for a day, I will never resign.”

Jiang Han shut up, too lazy to ask further. Fu Wenshan was still the same old jerk, nothing had changed.

And after work that day, Fu Wenshan went straight back to Xie Wanxing’s house.

Xie Wanxing seemed to know he would come, showing no surprise, sitting lazily in a high-back chair, lazily reaching out to him.

As Fu Wenshan carried Xie Wanxing upstairs, he couldn’t help but think that this kind of thing really did get easier with repetition. At least today he had no internal struggle.