Fu Wenshan actually found Xie Wanxing quite interesting.

Despite his arrogance in private, once he stepped out of that attic room, he transformed into the charming actor Xie Wanxing, always smiling with a hint of seduction. However, he was easy to get along with, showing no signs of the person who threatened to kill him just over an hour ago in the attic.

Aside from Wu Ran, Zhou Ying was the one who stuck to him the most, and Xiao Jia and Yuan Xier also liked to sit with him.

Although, to Fu Wenshan, it looked more like a girls’ tea party.

While Fu Wenshan served coffee to the guests by the window, he watched Xie Wanxing handle a few girls’ requests for photos with a good attitude. His eyes were affectionate, and he even kissed the backs of their hands, making the girls ecstatic and screaming. Even if they weren’t his fans before, they would become his fans on the spot.

Once you’re his fan… you’re probably a fan for life.

Today, their final filming task was to work in a café.

Their living allowance of 120 yuan from yesterday had already been spent, and they had discussed that they could just manage with plain cabbage for their last day.

However, the production team disagreed and drove them two hours away to the city just so they could work.

But this task wasn’t difficult, especially since Xie Wanxing had previously acted as a café owner in a TV drama, and he promptly showed off his latte art skills.

While others applauded, Fu Wenshan leaned against the bar, admiring his slender waist outlined by the café uniform.

Their costumes were custom-made by the production team, black and white suits, neatly tailored, and perfectly accentuating their figures.

Perhaps the production team finally remembered that they had hired a bunch of artists, each with considerable looks, and it was time to use their beauty to boost ratings.

Fu Wenshan hadn’t found a chance to be alone with Xie Wanxing all day. Xie Wanxing probably avoided him on purpose and always stuck with Zhou Ying.

It wasn’t until they finished work in the evening and had their final celebratory dinner that he cornered Xie Wanxing in the attic.

“What’s up?” Xie Wanxing was packing his things; they could each go home tomorrow. Fu Wenshan didn’t pack his own suitcase but stood in front of him. Xie Wanxing couldn’t pretend not to see him.

Fu Wenshan didn’t know what he was doing either. Strictly speaking, he and Xie Wanxing were only acquaintances, and not pleasant ones at that.

But as he looked at Xie Wanxing and thought about how they had slept together twice already, with their skins touching yesterday, and how Xie Wanxing would leave tomorrow, and they probably wouldn’t have many chances to meet again in the future, he felt uncomfortable all over.

However, no matter what, Xie Wanxing was at a greater disadvantage. It was understandable that he didn’t want to have anything to do with him.

He sighed and pulled Xie Wanxing up, much to Xie Wanxing’s confusion. Under Xie Wanxing’s puzzled gaze, he personally helped him pack.

Xie Wanxing raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what this person was up to.

Fu Wenshan folded clothes while saying, “Aren’t you tired today? You couldn’t even rest.” He glanced at Xie Wanxing’s waist and vaguely asked, “Is your back hurting?”

Xie Wanxing’s face twitched.

How could it not hurt? This little bastard had slept with him all night, changing positions twice, how could he not be in pain?

That day, he had relied solely on his professionalism as an actor to get through.

But he remained nonchalant on the surface. “I’m fine.”

Fu Wenshan worked quickly and soon organized Xie Wanxing’s luggage neatly. Xie Wanxing looked at him in surprise, thinking this guy was quite considerate.

Looks can be deceiving.

But after Fu Wenshan finished helping him pack his luggage, he said to him, “Yesterday, it was mostly my fault. I didn’t know you were a top before, never been the bottom. Sorry about that.”

Xie Wanxing was shocked.

After a moment, he remembered that he had been drunk last night and had blurted out all sorts of things, creating a false image of himself.

…Fu Wenshan actually believed it.

Xie Wanxing coughed and accepted this image.

“So you know how lenient I was not to kill you when I woke up?” Xie Wanxing looked at Fu Wenshan coldly.

Fu Wenshan didn’t know whether to answer “yes” or “no.”

After a moment of silence, he felt that he and Xie Wanxing should put an end to this matter. If it were someone else, he could offer some compensation, but unfortunately, Xie Wanxing came from a prestigious background just like him. Both of their family backgrounds were similar, so there was no need for either of them to beg the other.

In the end, he could only say, “If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know.”

Xie Wanxing rolled his eyes. “No need. As long as you stay away from me, that’s already helping me out.”

After this day, he had calmed down. He wasn’t as impulsive and irritable as he was in the morning. Besides, once they were done with the production team, he and Fu Wenshan would go their separate ways. They had already slept together, so could he really demand anything from him?

He calmly thought about it and decided to let bygones be bygones. He put an end to their grievances, then picked up his pajamas from the bedside and went to take a shower.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom as Fu Wenshan sat in the room’s only chair, smoking by the window.

That sound always made him feel a little restless because he knew under the showerhead, under the falling water droplets, was a flawless body like white jade.

Fu Wenshan smoked with a frown.

Although he had entered the entertainment industry, he had never thought about dating someone from within the industry, let alone engaging in a relationship like this. If he hadn’t met Xie Wanxing by chance that night at the Longhua Hotel, but encountered someone like Xie Wanxing elsewhere, someone with a promiscuous lifestyle, he would have kept his distance.

But the problem was, they had accidentally slept together.

That act had already crossed the threshold of his moral standards, and now he found himself thinking that it wouldn’t be bad if the person he was with was Xie Wanxing.

Once a virgin’s purity was lost, their thoughts immediately became filthy, like a waterfall cascading with unstoppable momentum, never to return.

Fu Wenshan exhaled a puff of smoke.

Actually, if Xie Wanxing was willing, he wouldn’t mind being friends with benefits… maintaining a pure physical relationship, considering neither of them cared about the other’s money. It was truly as pure as it could get.

But in the current situation, Xie Wanxing didn’t seem very willing to have this kind of relationship.

·

After Fu Wenshan also took a shower, the lights in the attic went out.

Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan lay side by side on the bed. Despite the narrow space, they managed to create a clear boundary, as if they were completely unrelated.

Xie Wanxing closed his eyes, only wanting to fall asleep quickly, so he could wake up to a fresh new day. He could completely turn the page on this matter, on Fu Wenshan, and on this crappy program.

He thought to himself that he needed to tell Lian Dan when he got back. He never wanted to participate in this kind of outdoor variety show again.

But in the middle of the night, he still couldn’t fall asleep. Not only could he not sleep, but he also awkwardly noticed a subtle change in his body.

Somewhere, subtly, there was a bit of a rise, forming a tent in his pajama pants

At first, he couldn’t figure out what was going on. He felt a little shocked, wondering if he had become so uncontrollable after just two experiences?

But then he remembered. Damn the program team, at the celebration banquet tonight, the dishes were unusually abundant, as if they were trying to compensate for the hardships they had endured these past few days, practically presenting a feast fit for a king.

Not only did he eat a lot of grilled oysters, but he also had ginseng chicken soup…

Xie Wanxing’s face immediately darkened.

He glanced discreetly to the side. Good, Fu Wenshan was still asleep. Xie Wanxing quietly slipped out of bed and into the bathroom.

…..

But just as he stepped out of bed, Fu Wenshan woke up.

Fu Wenshan had indeed fallen asleep just now. Upon waking up, the room was pitch black. He glanced to the side and saw that the blanket was arched, so he subjectively assumed that Xie Wanxing was still in bed.

So he confidently opened the bathroom door, ready to run some water.

Then…

He was met with Xie Wanxing, leaning against the bathroom wall, bathrobe half-open, staring wide-eyed.

Fu Wenshan even turned on the light in the bathroom, illuminating Xie Wanxing’s snowy white skin, crimson lips, and the hands resting on his abdomen.

Fu Wenshan: “……………”

Calmly, he realized that his guess was correct. Xie Wanxing couldn’t hold back anymore.

Otherwise, why would he be hiding in the bathroom to pleasure himself?

He looked at Xie Wanxing with a suddenly unpredictable gaze, a mixture of sympathy and a little bit of tenderness.

If Xie Wanxing were a cat, he would have puffed up his fur by now. His face was flushed, and his snow-white skin had a hint of pink, the most embarrassing moment of his life.

Xie Wanxing tried to explain futilely, but felt that he would never be able to wash away his shame, even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

But before he could despair, he realized that Fu Wenshan had somehow squeezed next to him.

Fu Wenshan was tall and easily enveloped Xie Wanxing in his arms.

With a sense of responsibility, Fu Wenshan gently took over and, under Xie Wanxing’s frightened gaze, helped him.

Xie Wanxing’s waist went weak, almost sitting on the ground.

But Fu Wenshan caught him with one hand, holding him firmly in his arms.

He kissed Xie Wanxing’s forehead without waiting for his consent, then kissed the corner of his lips.

His lips were hot, and Xie Wanxing’s lips were also hot. Their breaths mingled together.

The small bathroom seemed to heat up.

“Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you tonight…” Fu Wenshan lightly pecked at the corner of Xie Wanxing’s lips, his nose rubbing against Xie Wanxing’s, “You probably can’t be the top anymore, right?”

Xie Wanxing bit his lip. This question was too difficult; he couldn’t answer it.

But Fu Wenshan felt he had gotten his answer. He lowered his head, looked into Xie Wanxing’s eyes, and asked the question he had been wanting to ask all night, “Since I haven’t had anyone by my side recently, if you don’t mind, why don’t we keep each other company?”

Xie Wanxing was left hanging, on the verge of tears. It took him half a minute to analyze what Fu Wenshan meant.

Oh, he wanted to be friends with benefits with him.

“I know you’re not short of company,” Fu Wenshan continued, “but to find someone with this level of looks and physique, even in the entertainment industry, is probably difficult.” he was not being self centered; it was the truth. “And besides, we’re evenly matched. You don’t have to spend money or resources like you would with a kept lover, and there’s no need to worry about blackmail when we part ways.”

After saying this, Xie Wanxing reached peak pleasure and surrendered.

He slumped against the cold wall of the bathroom, supported only by Fu Wenshan’s arm.

He had originally wanted to give Fu Wenshan a kick to stop his daydreaming at this late hour.

But upon hearing Fu Wenshan’s second sentence, although it was somewhat irritating, he considered it carefully and found some truth in it.

In the entire entertainment industry, finding someone like Fu Wenshan, at his level and absolutely safe, without any entanglements, wasn’t easy.

Once a virgin loses their innocence, their thoughts become extremely impure, and they can never return to their pure past.

This statement applies not only to tops but also to bottoms.

Although Xie Wanxing had created a tough-guy persona for himself, he admitted to himself that, based on his limited experience, he was probably more of a bottom.

His gaze wandered over Fu Wenshan’s abdominal muscles, then to his handsome yet slightly wild-looking face.

He didn’t know where Fu Wenshan ranked in terms of looks in the entertainment industry.

But according to his aesthetic taste, being in the top three should be achievable.

What’s more, Fu Wenshan unexpectedly kissed him again, asking in a husky voice, “What do you say?”

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Players will be players, and the game is played with high stakes. Even asking someone to be a casual partner was done with such ambiguous affection.

Xie Wanxing adjusted his bathrobe, brushed his fingers against his temple, his face illuminated by the light, his lips red, and his eyes charming.

He chuckled lightly, looking more captivating than the stars of old movies.

“What you said seems to make some sense,” Xie Wanxing lightly bit his lip, his fingers brushing against Fu Wenshan’s Adam’s apple. “I’ve also grown tired of being a top, so a change of taste might be nice. But let me be clear, if you disappoint me, you’ll be out of my bed in no time.”

Xie Wanxing finished speaking, then reached out and pushed Fu Wenshan away, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

He returned to the bed, replayed his recent performance in his mind, considered himself satisfied, and felt like he had won back some ground.

Meanwhile, Fu Wenshan remained alone in the bathroom, still immersed in Xie Wanxing’s stunning gaze.

The sensation of Xie Wanxing’s fingertips brushing against his Adam’s apple seemed to linger on his skin.

He deeply realized the gap between himself and Xie Wanxing, a true playboy.