Regarding the fame, Liang Zhen’s most intuitive feeling was the increase in his Weibo fan numbers, soaring from fifty thousand to one hundred and fifty thousand, and the comments also increased linearly. Many people came in with a tourist mindset, curiously clicking on his new songs and then becoming fans, especially with his good looks. Although the trending of that video went down quickly, discussions about his voice continued afterward.

Where there’s popularity, there’s bound to be gossip and digging into personal matters. Some netizens with outstanding investigative abilities surfaced Liang Zhen’s personal information and previous performance videos from competitions online, with the most popular being the special edition of “Crossing Mountains and Rivers For You.” That song had garnered countless fans for him. Even if he had a partner now, who wouldn’t want to return to Lanzhou with someone like him?

Liang Zhen’s rise to fame, characterized by confrontation but rooted in talent, was the evaluation given by netizens. But fame always comes with controversies, and Liang Zhen’s rise was no exception. A rapper he didn’t know decided to ride the wave of his popularity and released a diss track, claiming Liang Zhen was fake and just seeking attention. This was the first time Liang Zhen had been accused of being “fake” in his many years of career. Of course, he had to retaliate with a song. One of the lines in his response was, “The catalyst doesn’t matter, what matters is that my music is good enough to stay, while you can only hide behind your keyboard and talk, no matter how hard you try to stir things up.”

Liang Zhen wrote the lyrics for his diss track in just twenty minutes and even recorded it within an hour, making it one of the fastest beefs in history to come to light. However, while the rap community quieted down, there were still people outside stirring trouble and finding faults. Although the video footage was not complete, watching just two minutes of it would make it clear that a male salesperson had said something about Liang Zhen’s sexual orientation, which angered him. Moreover, Liang Zhen didn’t curse at him. He could silence the salesperson with his own skills, so there was no problem with his reaction.

Yet, some people stood on a moral high ground, saying it wasn’t right for Liang Zhen to lose his temper and that he should apologize. Liang Zhen wouldn’t mind, but the salesperson shouldn’t have said so much in the first place. However, since the property belonged to Song Zhou’s family, it was best to resolve the matter privately rather than escalate it online. Liang Zhen chose to remain silent, not posting anything specific about the video on Weibo, which led to the spread of other rumors. You never knew who would dislike you at what time. Lily was worried and asked Liang Zhen if they should hire a public relations team to control the situation. There were already rumors spreading that he had a drug history and had been in trouble two years ago. Liang Zhen still didn’t know the person who leaked this information, and the uploaded chat records were vague, only mentioning him being detained by a local police station, and implying he had a good relationship with “K” two years ago, suggesting he might have gotten into trouble associating with the wrong people.

If it were just rudeness or a bad temper being criticized, Liang Zhen would have ignored it, but he couldn’t tolerate being falsely accused of drug use. This wasn’t just questioning his character; it was insulting his love! He promptly posted on Weibo, not making any harsh remarks, just stating that his record was clean and that those spreading rumors should stop. Later, someone commented, asking how he would explain his previous detention, and Liang Zhen replied with a smile, saying it was for the sake of love.

So, those who disliked Liang Zhen continued to dislike him, and those who liked him liked him even more. Lily said their group leaders and administrators’ phones were about to explode because of the sudden influx of people. They couldn’t handle any more members in their fan group. Liang Zhen was also bewildered and could only say, “Thank you for your hard work.” Lily couldn’t possibly be working hard, so she passed on messages from other fans, saying that Liang Zhen’s rise to fame made all the long-time fans happy, and they would support his and his homie’s first music festival tour.

But just like the music festival had to go on, they still had to buy a house. Before Shao Mingyin applied for leave, Chief Baogang had approved his housing fund application. Once the series of incidents involving the videos had settled down, Shao Mingyin’s housing fund was transferred to his bank account. They really liked the layout of that apartment, so they went to the sales office again. The male salesperson was no longer there, but the other staff treated them respectfully. When signing the contract, Liang Zhen noticed that the total amount was several thousand yuan less than last time. He asked Gao Yunge what was going on, and Gao Yunge said he only found out a few days ago that the property belonged to Song Zhou’s family. He felt that since he played a part in that incident, he contacted Song zhou to secure a big discount for Liang Zhen.

Liang Zhen quickly figured out the situation and could imagine how receiving a call from Gao Yunge would have made Song Zhou cheerful. Anyway, he finally got lucky because of the trouble. Their fingerprints and names were finally stamped on those thick contracts. After returning home, Liang Zhen hugged those documents tightly, feeling like he had accomplished something significant. While everyone else was in bed, he was still touching their signatures, reluctant to let go.

He counted the days until they received the keys and asked, “If we really get the property certificate, will your boss acknowledge me as your partner?”

“You’re still worried about that,” Shao Mingyin chuckled, but then thought of Chief Baogang retiring this year, feeling a bit uneasy. Liang Zhen felt a little down after hearing this. After all, he hadn’t spoken in the family group chat for a long time since he was exposed by Zhao jie and with the video incident, his colleagues at the station also knew about their relationship. Liang Zhen didn’t know how others felt, but he had always known that Zhao jie had never made things difficult for them and always considered Shao Mingyin’s feelings.

Liang Zhen said, “If your boss retires, I will definitely miss him.”

“Then let’s go out for dinner tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Shao Mingyin also got into bed, “There’s a dinner party at the station tomorrow, everyone will be there.”

“Oh, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to go. I’m afraid it’ll be awkward,” Liang Zhen said so, but he really wanted to go.

“Why Is it inappropriate? You have to go. The boss specifically said that all family members should come. Good news should be heard together.”

“Hmm?”

“Liang Zhen,” Shao Mingyin smiled somewhat awkwardly for the first time, “I’ve been promoted.”

Although he had never really sought a promotion, Shao Mingyin had worked for three to five years, and he knew that if he were to be promoted, it would be this year. When the document for his promotion to a higher rank was finally issued a few days ago, Chief Baogang was more excited than he was and had immediately reserved a private room at a hotel. 

So, when Shao Mingyin and Liang Zhen arrived at the private room, the two tables were almost full. Just as Chief Baogang had said, good news should be celebrated by everyone together, and some colleagues had not only brought their partners but also their children. This added a lot of laughter to the room. With the children there, there was never a lack of topics to talk about, and Liang Zhen didn’t feel awkward at all listening to their conversations.

However, the main focus of the meal was still Shao Mingyin and his promotion. Halfway through the meal, people started to toast him. Shao Mingyin didn’t refuse and drank everything he could. When he opened another bottle of beer, Liang Zhen wouldn’t let him touch it, holding the bottle close to him, intending to shield him.

“Don’t,” Shao Mingyin tugged at his sleeve, “You still have to drive later.”

“Then don’t mix red wine and beer,” Liang Zhen whispered, “You’ll get drunk easily that way.”

Shao Mingyin laughed, “I don’t get drunk that easily.”

“I’ve seen your drinking capacity before. Have you forgotten that time at the bar—” Liang Zhen suddenly fell silent, thinking back to two years ago at that gay bar. Two years ago, he could only watch from a distance as Shao Mingyin raised his glass, his Adam’s apple bobbing. But now, Shao Mingyin was sitting right beside him, within reach.

“I really don’t get drunk that easily,” Shao Mingyin said, “I wasn’t drunk at that bar two years ago either.”

I wasn’t drunk, and everything I did wasn’t because of the alcohol; it was simply because I wanted to do it. I’ve never regretted it.

Shao Mingyin continued to smile and, after moving a bit away from Liang Zhen, didn’t touch the beer bottle again. As he had said, he could hold his liquor well. By the end of the meal, his face was only slightly flushed, showing no signs of drunkenness. Their whispered conversations and little actions were all noticed by Zhao Jie, who sat opposite them. She let out an “Oh” in surprise and asked Liang Zhen why he hadn’t been active in the family group chat lately.

Liang Zhen felt quite embarrassed, especially since he had pretended to be a girl in that group for six months. Even though his cover was blown and the video had gone viral online, he still felt shy talking about it face to face.

“Yeah, Liang Zhen doesn’t talk, and the group has been much quieter,” said another family member. “It doesn’t matter if you’re not a girl; what matters is that you’re happy.”

Apart from the children, Liang Zhen and Shao Mingyin were the youngest at the table. Everyone else, having been through life, fully agreed with that last sentiment. Chief Baogang was genuinely happy this year and was already a bit tipsy, slurring slightly as he pointed at Liang Zhen.

“I say… Shao Mingyin’s Boyfriend,” Chief Baogang wiggled his finger, “Remember to change your name in the family group chat. That made-up name is too… petty. Change it back!”

“I’ll change it! I’ll  change it!” Liang Zhen nodded repeatedly. As he continued eating, he looked around the table and thought he really wanted to tell Liang Chongwei not to worry so much. There’s always more understanding and kindness in the world.

Later, when they had almost finished eating, the children were restless and wanted to leave the private room to play. Their mothers couldn’t hold them back, so Liang Zhen offered to watch them to keep them from running around and left with the kids.

By then, Chief Baogang was truly drunk, his face bright red. Seeing Liang Zhen leave, his gaze lingered for a long time. Shao Mingyin asked if the chief had something to say to Liang Zhen, but Chief Baogang shook his head, saying he wanted to talk to him instead. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box with the new police rank insignia and a thick red envelope.

The conferral ceremony was scheduled for the following week, but since Shao Mingyin would be accompanying Liang Zhen on a music festival tour, Chief Baogang had brought the insignia for him. Shao Mingyin could accept the insignia, but he definitely couldn’t accept the red envelope. As he was about to return it, Chief Baogang, a bit anxious, insisted that it wasn’t money and that he must accept it.

“I…” Chief Baogang was a bit breathless, perhaps from drinking, “I just wanted to give you two a little something, just a small token. I’m retiring soon, so please accept it.”

When Shao Mingyin felt the envelope, it indeed wasn’t money. It felt like some kind of booklet.

“I retired from the army at thirty-five, then worked twelve years in the municipal criminal police department, transferred to the security team of Mushan Street Police Station for two years, and now I’m the chief. I’m retiring at the end of the year. I’ve truly given everything to the country. My wife is also a public servant, in the civil affairs bureau, and she’s worked for forty years. We… we’ve worked for so many years, and we’ve never embezzled a penny from the state.” Baogang shook his head emphatically, “Not a penny. We just…”

He paused, took a couple of short breaths, and looked at Shao Mingyin again. Despite his drunkenness, there was a certain sincerity in his eyes.

“Take it,” he insisted, placing the “illicit” funds in Shao Mingyin’s hand again, “We can’t do much else, but please accept this small blessing.”

Shao Mingyin accepted it, placing the red envelope and the insignia box in his pocket. On the way home after dinner, he didn’t mention it to Liang Zhen or say much else. Liang Zhen knew he wasn’t drunk, but Shao Mingyin tended to be quiet after drinking, so he wisely didn’t chatter away. When they got home, Shao Mingyin, smelling of alcohol, took a shower first while Liang Zhen packed for their trip the day after tomorrow. As he was deciding whether to pack a pair of thermal pants, Shao Mingyin, now in his pajamas, told him to pack them, saying the weather forecast for Lanzhou predicted a drop in temperature.

They started packing their clothes together, kneeling and folding their clothes into the suitcase. Because they were facing each other, the collar of Shao Mingyin’s pajamas occasionally shifted, revealing his collarbone. Liang Zhen, getting distracted, slowed down his packing and absentmindedly stuffed everything into the suitcase, including Shao Mingyin’s regular police uniform.

“Why are you packing my regular uniform?” Shao Mingyin grabbed it back. As he was about to put it away, he noticed the old police rank on his shoulder and asked Liang Zhen if he wanted to help him change it.

“Can you wear the full uniform?” Liang Zhen pushed his luck.

Seeing his eager expression, Shao Mingyin changed into his full uniform, including the summer shirt, but without socks, slippers, or the police hat. This made the ceremony feel more private, something just between Liang Zhen and him.

Both of them stood up. When Shao Mingyin walked over from the hallway and stood in front of Liang Zhen, he saluted, and Liang Zhen returned the salute before removing the old rank insignia and replacing it with the new one. Afterward, Liang Zhen couldn’t stop smiling, his hands caressing the new insignia, tracing the lines over and over.

“Aren’t you going to change out of your uniform?” Liang Zhen asked. “Is it the lighting? Why does your uniform look different from those with flowers and double stripes?”

“That’s the rank of police inspector. The fabric is slightly different.”

“When can you be promoted to inspector?”

Shao Mingyin thought for a moment, “Five years? Three years?”

“That’s not long,” Liang Zhen kept touching his shoulder, imagining the scene three to five years from now.

“By the way, I saw you take out a red envelope earlier. Was that from the chief? How much is it?”

“It’s not money.”

“Why use a red envelope if it’s not money?”

“Because…” Shao Mingyin pondered, “because it’s celebratory.”

Liang Zhen was confused, so Shao Mingyin sat on the bed, inviting Liang Zhen over. Liang Zhen leaped onto the bed, lying on his side, propped up by his elbows, watching as Shao Mingyin took out the red envelope again.

But Shao Mingyin didn’t open it himself; he handed it to Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen felt it wasn’t money, so he kept glancing up at Shao Mingyin as he opened it. When he saw the two booklets inside, with red covers and gold letters, he was speechless.

Liang Zhen sat upright, holding the two booklets, unable to open them. Disbelieving, he flipped them over and back again, asking Shao Mingyin, “Are these real marriage certificates?”

“I’ve never been married before,” Shao Mingyin smiled, but he knew they were real, “appropriated” by Baogang and his wife from the civil affairs bureau.

Shao Mingyin hadn’t looked at them either, so he took one from Liang Zhen and opened it. Although not officially registered, the second page had their ID numbers and a civil affairs bureau stamp, just missing the photos. Seeing Liang Zhen’s name in the certificate holder section, Shao Mingyin handed it back to him and opened the other one.

Liang Zhen, overwhelmed with joy, lost the ability to think. “Is this legally binding? Are we registered in the system?”

“In your dreams,” Shao Mingyin laughed, “these are just for us to see. We’re not actually married.”

“But what if,” Liang Zhen continued dreaming, “your file might already say ‘spouse: Liang Zhen’.”

“Wake up,” Shao Mingyin tried to ground him, but the idea appealed to him. If his file said “spouse: Liang Zhen,” Liang Zhen’s would say—

“Spouse: Shao Mingyin,” Liang Zhen held his hand, their foreheads touching, “we’re married.”

“Yes,” Shao Mingyin smiled, “you don’t have to wait anxiously for the property certificate anymore.”

“We’re already tied together.”

“No, no,” Liang Zhen suddenly sprang up, pacing by the window, on the verge of tears from excitement. He felt he should do something to mark this night. Seeing his guitar, he hesitated to pick it up.

“If you want to play, play,” Shao Mingyin said, “I want to hear it too.”

Since Shao Mingyin wanted to hear it, Liang Zhen picked it up. He’d played it recently, so it didn’t need tuning. After adjusting the strap, he strummed a chord but then paused.

“What’s wrong?” Shao Mingyin asked.

“Do you know what I’m going to play?” Liang Zhen asked back.

Without thinking, Shao Mingyin replied, “The song you wrote for me.”

“Yes. I’ve been writing it, but always changing it. No—” Liang Zhen corrected himself, “I haven’t finished it. I plan to write it for a lifetime.”

“Sing what you’ve written so far.”

“But…” Liang Zhen hesitated, “this isn’t the setting I imagined.”

“What settings did you imagine?” Shao Mingyin grew curious.

“Many,” Liang Zhen’s excitement grew with each scenario, “like singing to you at the Lanzhou Music Festival, or after we get the loft, singing with you at the piano.”

“Or when I become the first rapper to have a concert tour, singing to you in a stadium.”

“Or when I win a big award, thanking you in my speech and singing a few lines.”

“Or at our wedding.”

“Or when we’re seventy or eighty…” Liang Zhen, now sitting with the guitar, continued, “telling you I’ve written a poem for you, singing it then.”

I’ll sing it to you now.

Liang Zhen started playing, singing the beginning of the lifelong song. The story’s start, introducing Shao Mingyin’s name: Bright Ming, Music Yin.

This was Liang Zhen’s beginning too, narrating like poetry, repeating Shao Mingyin’s name.

“Shao Mingyin

Bright Ming, Music Yin

Shao Mingyin

The first day we met was at the station

You kicked open my heart’s door

And now, the hands you once cuffed play the guitar for you.”

Shao Mingyin laughed, a genuine, gentle laugh, his emotions fully visible.

“Shao Mingyin

Did you know how jealous I was when you smiled before?

I used to panic at your smiles for others.”

What makes me any different?

But after I saw you angry and crying,

After seeing your truest emotions, your smile never diminished.

I realized that I am indeed different.

Your trust in me makes me proud,

And it also makes me no longer worry that you’ll leave or push me away.”

“Silly,” Shao Mingyin said softly, still smiling, something glimmering in his eyes. He heard Liang Zhen say he loved him, those three words spoken so directly, so sincerely, without a hint of hesitation.

“I love you.

Shao Mingyin, I love you.

Adding your name before those three words is so wonderful,

It makes me, a tiny being in this vast world, no longer feel small.

Even now, I want to sing to the world,

Tell everyone that you are my support.

But even if these promises are only known to you and me,

They will be valid for a lifetime.”

Liang Zhen’s guitar stopped, his hands no longer on the strings.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s time to start liking you,

But I find that at the root of it all,

Everything comes back to you.”

He put down the guitar, setting it behind him, and with nothing between them, he interlocked his fingers with Shao Mingyin’s.

“And there’s only one thing I lied to you about.

It’s not for the rhyme, the treasure is you.”

He stroked Shao Mingyin’s face with his other hand, his treasure, his lifelong love, Shao Mingyin.

“Shao Mingyin,

You are unique, the best Shao Mingyin.”

In the bar River, which holds that utopia,

Is rock hometown,

The mist of Chongqing and the waves of the Yangtze River.”

His kiss landed on Shao Mingyin’s lips, and after their lips parted, they were so close that they could hear each other’s breathing. Liang Zhen finally said—

“Just as Liang Zhen is your second hometown,

Is home,

Is where the heart rests.”

“Shao Mingyin,” Liang Zhen kissed him, the emotions in those three words were so real.

“Shao Mingyin, I love you.”

“What’s wrong?” Liang Zhen smiled, somewhat awkwardly touching his eyelashes, relieved that Shao Mingyin’s eyes were just wet, the tears never falling.

“Aren’t you going to say you love me too?” Like a child asking for a reward, Liang Zhen looked at Shao Mingyin expectantly. But Shao Mingyin didn’t say a word, just held Liang Zhen’s hand to touch his own face, then his chin, neck, and down to his collarbone. Liang Zhen licked his lips and swallowed, feeling a bit uneasy.

But Shao Mingyin didn’t stop him, instead letting Liang Zhen’s hand slide under his clothes to touch his rounded shoulders, Liang Zhen’s palm feeling his unique warmth. And Shao Mingyin, he allowed and welcomed Liang Zhen closer, gently hugging the boy before him. Those instinctive hugs, kisses, touches, and trusts spoke the three words without a doubt—he loved Liang Zhen too.

So he invited Liang Zhen,

They started kissing again, and while kissing, Liang Zhen took off his own clothes, but Shao Mingyin still wore his regular clothes. Liang Zhen’s kisses moved downwards, nibbling on Shao Mingyin’s collarbone, then grabbing his waist and laying him down.

The regular clothes weren’t tight-fitting and didn’t outline much, but when Liang Zhen unbuckled Shao Mingyin’s belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs, he could feel the faint muscles on Shao Mingyin’s abdomen. When he took Shao Mingyin’s organ into his mouth, his hand reached up and touched the already hard nipple on his chest.

“Officer,” Liang Zhen said, releasing him briefly, one hand teasing his nipple, the other stroking his lower part, “Officer Shao, you’re hard both up and down.”

Shao Mingyin stared at the ceiling, the warmth below reminding him of what Liang Zhen was doing. He opened his mouth, but the increasing pleasure only let him make a few nasal sounds. He reached for the lubricant in the bedside table and handed it to Liang Zhen, then covered his eyes with his arm.

This was something he’d never done in their previous sexual encounters, like he was giving himself entirely to Liang Zhen, which he found a bit hard to accept. Soon he felt fingers probing into his rear, gently pressing and slowly moving.

And Liang Zhen continued to give him oral. Several times, Shao Mingyin couldn’t help but arch his legs, the muscles in his thighs tensing and then relaxing. Liang Zhen only inserted two fingers, not to stretch, but more like to massage, wanting Shao Mingyin to climax comfortably. Shao Mingyin was indeed very aroused, feeling like he was wrapped in thick silk, everything he did felt a bit weak.

But he still raised a leg, hooking it around Liang Zhen’s back, his heel brushing against his spine. Liang Zhen looked up to see Shao Mingyin, his head tilted, looking dazed.

“Liang Zhen…” Shao Mingyin muttered, rubbing his hair, “Put it in.”

Liang Zhen, having received permission, withdrew his fingers, adding another one before pushing back in. Shao Mingyin groaned, turning slightly as if to escape, so Liang Zhen flipped him over, propping a pillow under him, exposing his pale butt.

Shao Mingyin was thin everywhere except his butt, which had some flesh. Liang Zhen squeezed those white cheeks and impulsively slapped one. It didn’t hurt, but the sound made Shao Mingyin’s body tremble, his butt lifting higher. Liang Zhen held his hips up, not letting his waist sag, while his other hand fetched a condom, whispering in Shao Mingyin’s ear, “Officer, your butt is so perky.”

“Then don’t wear a condom,” Shao Mingyin grabbed Liang Zhen’s hand, putting his fingers in his mouth, wetting them.

“Don’t wear it, and don’t cum outside.”

Liang Zhen’s face flushed, afraid Shao Mingyin would see his shyness and mock him for being inexperienced, so he dominantly pressed his neck, not letting him turn back. He quickly removed his remaining clothes, guiding his member inch by inch into Shao Mingyin. Shao Mingyin was still tight, gripping him tightly, making Liang Zhen want to thrust all the way in, but he restrained himself, moving slowly, hoping Shao Mingyin would feel some pain.

He continued to play with the nipples on Shao Mingyin’s chest, pinching and pressing them, keeping most of Shao Mingyin’s attention on the pleasure in his chest. When Liang Zhen’s hips finally met his butt, he didn’t feel much pain.

Liang Zhen pulled out, then pushed back in, reminding Shao Mingyin, “Officer, it’s all in.”

“Don’t call… me that…” Shao Mingyin said, breathlessly.

“But officer, you feel so good,” Liang Zhen pretended to be innocent, “Your insides are so warm, already fucked open, and here…” He pinched Shao Mingyin’s nipples, “This place has been played with so much too.”

“Liang Zhen… Liang!” Shao Mingyin suddenly fell silent, his breathing becoming short as Liang Zhen hit the right spot.

“Officer, what should…” Liang Zhen purposely hit that spot each time, grinding against it, “You call me?”

“Liang Zhen… Liang…” Shao Mingyin bit his hand, moaning and calling Liang Zhen “ge,” but this only made Liang Zhen intensify the pleasure. Shao Mingyin knew what he wanted to hear, but felt too embarrassed to say it.

As their bodies collided more intensely, something fell out of Shao Mingyin’s regular clothes pocket. Their position had been doggy-style the whole time, so Shao Mingyin didn’t see what it was until something cold touched his wrist, making him realize.

“Liang Zhen!” Shao Mingyin was really nervous, but too weak to struggle. Both wrists were grabbed and pinned behind him, and he heard Liang Zhen ask him to call him “daddy.”

“Be good, call me once,” Liang Zhen coaxed, “If you’re not good, daddy will handcuff you.”

“Liang Zhen…!”

“You’re not being very good, officer,” Liang Zhen said as he cuffed Shao Mingyin’s right hand first. He noticed Shao Mingyin’s shoulders trembling slightly, indicating his fear.

“I was just teasing you,” Liang Zhen couldn’t bear to see him like this and was about to unlock the handcuffs when Shao Mingyin placed his left hand into the other cuff.

“Do it… don’t always consider me. Stop making me teach you all the time.”

Shao Mingyin buried his head in the pillow, hiding his expression from Liang Zhen. The silence that followed made the sound of the cuffs locking even more pronounced. The shame and helplessness of surrendering control of his body made Shao Mingyin more sensitive than ever. He passively accepted Liang Zhen’s control over his body, each wave of movement pushing him closer to the edge—

But then Liang Zhen suddenly stopped.

His member was still inside, but he ceased all motion.

“Liang Zhen?” Shao Mingyin called out his name painfully, unable to bear being left idle at such a moment.

Liang Zhen was indeed there, holding Shao Mingyin’s shoulder with one hand and his thigh with the other, lifting him to the wall. If Shao Mingyin’s hands weren’t cuffed behind him, he could at least support himself against the wall, but now he could only press his shoulder against it. Liang Zhen was taller than him, causing his heels to lift off the ground with each thrust upward.

Wearing a uniform, he resembled a prisoner, unable to resist and only able to be violated from behind, ending up being filled with cum.

“Liang Zhen…” Shao Mingyin could barely stand, his entire body weak from the vigorous pounding. But his unfocused eyes suddenly tightened, and his moans mixed with pleas.

“No more… no more…” he begged Liang Zhen, who was still grinding inside him, “I’ll die if you keep going.”

His post-orgasmic body was overly sensitive, making him acutely feel the pulsations of Liang Zhen’s member. Liang Zhen indeed pulled out, but before Shao Mingyin could relax, the head of his member pushed back in, aided by cum and lubricant.

“No, please…” Shao Mingyin felt his heart was about to stop, “Daddy… Daddy, please no more…”

Liang Zhen finally heard what he wanted but only withdrew halfway, making Shao Mingyin grasp the part still exposed outside.

“Then, Officer Shao, teach Daddy,” Liang Zhen’s voice was flat, sounding particularly indifferent, “Officer Shao, move on your own.”

Shao Mingyin gripped it with both hands, pulling it out entirely at first, thinking it would provide some relief, but his organ reacted again in front. He couldn’t rub against the wall and had to grip Liang Zhen’s member, guiding it back into himself. Ashamed, he leaned his forehead against the wall while exploring with his hand behind. Liang Zhen grabbed his hair, lifting his head to expose his long neck in a sacrificial curve.

Liang Zhen remained composed, standing still, letting Shao Mingyin move his butt back and forth. After a few minutes, when Shao Mingyin showed signs of climaxing again, Liang Zhen carried him back to the bed, entering him face-to-face this time, and unlocked his left handcuff to avoid discomfort. He held Shao Mingyin’s hands, pinning them above his head, kissing him fiercely. Shao Mingyin kept begging him to slow down, but calling him “Daddy” repeatedly had no effect this time. When he finally came on Liang Zhen’s abdomen, Liang Zhen stroked his member, prolonging the orgasm, making Shao Mingyin tremble with pleasure. Amidst near-instinctive moans, he continuously called Liang Zhen’s name. They kissed, and as they embraced, Shao Mingyin felt every pulse of cum released inside him.

Afterward, Liang Zhen took him to clean up. While adjusting the water temperature, he let Shao Mingyin sit on the sink. When he lifted him down, some residue was left on the sink. Liang Zhen looked at the mark, covered Shao Mingyin’s stomach with his hand, and suddenly mentioned that the house they bought was in a good school district.

Shao Mingyin, his mind foggy from exhaustion and the bathroom’s steam, responded with a vague “Mm.” Seeing him like this, Liang Zhen’s thoughts wandered. He asked, “Will you have a baby for me?”

“…Mm.” Shao Mingyin blinked, too tired to understand the question, responding automatically.

“How could you agree to that,” Liang Zhen had never seen Shao Mingyin so adorably dazed before. Feeling tender-hearted, he dismissed the idea of having a child. Once back in bed, Shao Mingyin fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Liang Zhen kissed him gently, whispering, “Having you is enough for me.”

After a night of indulgent passion, they slept until the afternoon, nearly missing their train to Hangzhou. Fortunately, the music festival’s schedule wasn’t as tight as a livehouse tour, so they weren’t too rushed. However, Shao Mingyin’s vacation wouldn’t cover Liang Zhen’s entire tour. Chief Baogang extended his leave for a few more days, at least until the music festival in Lanzhou.

Thus, after two years, Liang Zhen brought his beloved Sasha back to Lanzhou, his hometown. It was Shao Mingyin’s first visit to this northwestern city. As they descended through the clouds, the endless slopes and the Mother River came into view—they had arrived in Lanzhou.

They had finally arrived in Lanzhou.