In just a few days, Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan not only sex on the beds and sofas of their homes but also explored the bathroom and study together.

No wonder they said physical relationships enhance emotional connections. At first, there was a bit of awkwardness and subtle discomfort between them, but as the number of times increased, now entering each other’s homes felt as casual as dropping by.

There were even Fu Wenshan’s toiletries in Xie Wanxing’s house.

Before getting intimate with Fu Wenshan, Xie Wanxing only saw him as a sports car. But now, he rubbed his sore waist and thought that this jerk was more like a roller coaster.

Too thrilling, and too reckless.

After calming down, he couldn’t help but think he had no one to blame but himself. He had never led such a debauched life in his first twenty-some years.

Sitting on his sofa, munching on chips, he wondered why, despite being only two years older than Fu Wenshan, he was exhausted like a dog after their encounter every day, only able to lie at home and rest, while Fu Wenshan not only had the energy to go out and work but even to practice new dance routines.

Xie Wanxing touched his smooth and tight face, then his somewhat subtle but still visible abs, his expression complex.

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That night, when Fu Wenshan came to his house again, Xie Wanxing only allowed him to do it once.

Fu Wenshan grumbled discontentedly, pressed against him like a large dog, his voice hoarse, “Why?”

He felt he could go for two more rounds. Before experiencing it, he had no idea his stamina was this good.

Xie Wanxing rolled his eyes. Looking up, he saw the number of condoms on the bedside table, involuntarily feeling even more sore.

Since their first sober hookup, he had kept condoms in the bedside table. Of course, he was embarrassed to ask his assistant, Wang Xiaoming, to buy them, and even more embarrassed to buy them himself at the supermarket.

Fortunately, the people nationwide had a great helper at home called online shopping.

Xie Wanxing, with thin skin, only bought three boxes, each containing ten condoms.

When he placed the order, he even thought he was being extravagant. With this many, they should last at least two months.

But within just a week, one and a half boxes were gone.

Fu Wenshan was still nibbling on his neck, looking eager to go for another round.

Xie Wanxing pushed him off and warned again, “No. I have to shoot a film in a couple of days. Having hickies all over isn’t a good look.”

Fu Wenshan reluctantly lay on the empty bed next to him, quickly realizing the key point in Xie Wanxing’s words. “Shooting? When?”

Xie Wanxing sat up on the bed, leaning against the pillow, casually picking up the script placed on the bedside table. “This one, ‘Rain in the Demon City,’ directed by Lin Shen. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow. I had this arranged before I went on the variety show.”

Fu Wenshan felt like the name of this movie sounded familiar.

As a singer, he didn’t pay much attention to filming, but this name seemed to have been mentioned to him before.

Grabbing Xie Wanxing’s hand, he asked, “How long will you be gone?”

Xie Wanxing smiled and glanced at him. “Why? Will you miss me?”

Fu Wenshan didn’t say anything, but if he had to be honest, he would admit that he would miss him a little.

Who wouldn’t miss such a cooperative and satisfying bed partner?

Moreover, they had only hooked up for a few days and were still in the honeymoon phase.

But Xie Wanxing didn’t really expect an answer from Fu Wenshan. He just casually made a joke and then thought for a moment. “Probably about three months. This movie won’t take too long to film, and there probably won’t be any breaks in between.”

Fu Wenshan felt even more stifled upon hearing this.

But Xie Wanxing had already started reading the script under the lamp, looking diligent and inquisitive, a sharp contrast to Fu Wenshan’s dissatisfied appearance.

Fu Wenshan leaned over to look at the script with him and, after reading a few pages, started to criticize, “What kind of cheesy romance is this? It’s just a love story disguised with historical and fantasy elements, constantly talking about love and affection.”

Xie Wanxing flipped through a few pages of the script. “It’s supposed to be a commercial romance film. The politics and monsters are just background. The focus is on the relationship between the male and female leads. But it’s strange that I got this script.”

“What’s strange about it?”

“There’s a monster and an emperor in this script, and it’s hard to tell who’s good or bad. Both of them have scenes with the male lead,” Xie Wanxing’s face showed a hint of confusion, “but as I read it, I can’t help feeling… like they both have some sort of ambiguous relationship with the male lead, especially the emperor, who keeps touching the male lead’s face, lifting his chin.”

And he was playing the male lead who kept getting his chin lifted.

Upon hearing this, Fu Wenshan furrowed his eyebrows and he flipped through the script, muttering, “Who’s this screenwriter? What a mess…”

Mid-sentence, his voice abruptly stopped.

Above the words “Chief Screenwriter” were two words: Li Siheng.

It was his childhood friend, A, from the abcd group.

Fu Wenshan’s mouth twitched, cursing inwardly at this bastard. Day by day, he only knew how to write about love and hate. Clearly, he was a straight guy who liked cute girls, but he inexplicably liked to pair up same-sex couples.

“What’s wrong?” Xie Wanxing asked, puzzled.

“Nothing.” Fu Wenshan temporarily severed his emotional connection with this childhood friend, not wanting to admit it.

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Fu Wenshan hadn’t planned to stay overnight that night, but upon hearing that Xie Wanxing would be leaving in two days, he changed his mind.

When he came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth, he found Xie Wanxing on the phone in bed. Seeing him come out, Xie Wanxing made a “shh” gesture, indicating for him to stay quiet.

Fu Wenshan felt a subtle sense of unease, but he still cooperated and didn’t speak, making the room unusually quiet.

Then he clearly heard a sentence from the phone, “Sweetheart, when are you coming to the set? I’m so bored, come over quickly.”

Fu Wenshan raised his eyebrows.

Xie Wanxing, however, didn’t notice and continued to talk happily on the phone, looking very cheerful, “I’ll be there in the afternoon, let’s have supper together at night. It’s been so long since we worked on the same set.”

There was something else said on the phone, which Fu Wenshan didn’t hear this time, but Xie Wanxing looked even happier, “Really? You’re too well-informed with gossip.”

Fu Wenshan lifted the blanket and lay down next to Xie Wanxing, plugging in his own iPad earphones to indicate he wasn’t eavesdropping, randomly playing a video.

But he wasn’t really paying attention to what was on the screen. He suspiciously wondered who Xie Wanxing was talking to on the phone and why he was so happy.

Could it be an ex-hookup?

No, it might not even be an ex, but one of the current ones.

Fu Wenshan began to recall the last night of filming the variety show. Did he and Xie Wanxing agree that their relationship was exclusive during their time together as casual partners? Xie Wanxing couldn’t see other people while he was with him.

Xie Wanxing talked for more than ten minutes before hanging up the phone.

But when he turned his head, he found Fu Wenshan looking at him with a deep and mysterious expression.

Xie Wanxing didn’t understand, but heard Fu Wenshan hesitate for two seconds before asking him softly, “I just remembered something I forgot to tell you.”

“What is it?”

Fu Wenshan organized his words, trying to make himself appear indifferent, “I forgot to mention that I don’t like complicated relationships, so I only have one-on-one relationships with my hookup buddies. I don’t know about you?”

Fu Wenshan thought he was being subtle and sounded very indifferent, but Xie Wanxing raised an eyebrow and then realized what Fu Wenshan was thinking.

Most likely, he thought Xie Wanxing was talking to one of his little lovers just now.

Feeling a bit speechless, Xie Wanxing stuffed his phone back under the pillow. “I just talked to my senior brother on the phone. Don’t worry, I don’t like complicated relationships either, and I won’t see anyone else while I’m with you.”

Fu Wenshan’s expression softened slightly.

“You have a senior brother?” he asked again, “Who?”

Xie Wanxing looked at him strangely. “Zhao Jinghua. He’s my direct senior brother, a few years older than me in college, and then joined the same company.”

Zhao Jinghua debuted several years before him. While Xie Wanxing was still diligently attending classes, Zhao Jinghua had already won an Emmy. When Xie Wanxing debuted, Zhao Jinghua had already won an Oscar. A talented actor, no one could deny it.

Because of their good relationship and both being famous, many people in the entertainment industry knew about their senior-junior brother relationship.

Yeah, after they collaborated on a variety show, they had a lot of CP fans, and a group of girls would always call them the cutest senior-junior brother duo.

But Xie Wanxing wisely didn’t mention this.

Fu Wenshan didn’t know who Zhao Jinghua was, but he really didn’t know that Zhao Jinghua and Xie Wanxing were senior and junior brothers. He didn’t dwell on it too much, he didn’t want to appear like he was unreasonably jealous.

He just hummed in response.

He was about to continue watching the video, but accidentally bumped the headphone cord off the iPad, causing the sound to suddenly play out loud.

Xie Wanxing, upon hearing this familiar sound, couldn’t help but glance over.

Sure enough, the iPad was playing one of his early pure love campus dramas, where he played the male second lead, a cold senior liked by the female lead, but due to various misunderstandings, they couldn’t end up together.

At that time, Xie Wanxing still had short hair, just 22 years old, playing an eighteen-year-old handsome youth, which wasn’t too far-fetched given his good looks.

In the series, he wore a white school uniform shirt and walking past the window, he charmed a bunch of schoolgirls.

“Why are you watching this?” Xie Wanxing asked casually.

Fu Wenshan: “…”

Should he tell Xie Wanxing that he had been watching all of his works since his debut whenever he had free time recently?

He couldn’t.