Life is full of joys and sorrows.

Fu Wenshan was immersed in the sorrow of losing his friend with benefits one moment, and the next, he was caught off guard by Xie Wanxing’s confession.

But he had already developed a psychological defense due to consecutive blows. He even restrained his happy emotions and cautiously asked, “You like me? Then why did you run away just now?”

Xie Wanxing’s face turned red all of a sudden, belatedly realizing how cowardly he had been just now. He sat awkwardly in his chair, refusing to look at Fu Wenshan, his eyes fixed on a camellia not far away.

“I thought you were going to break up with me,” he muttered, “to dump me, stop being friends with benefits, and pursue someone else.”

Once Fu Wenshan understood, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He held Xie Wanxing’s face, softly saying, “Are you silly? I spend all my spare time with you. Where would I find time to like someone else?”

Xie Wanxing also felt foolish, his face flushing to his ears.

But no matter how Fu Wenshan looked at him, he found him adorable.

Unable to resist, he kissed Xie Wanxing’s lips again, gently pecking at the corners of Xie Wanxing’s mouth, asking, “What now? Shall we go back to eat? You haven’t had the last dessert.”

Xie Wanxing had long forgotten what the last dessert was.

His hand hooked around Fu Wenshan’s neck, his nose still red, his eyes still teary, but with a firm tone, he said, “I don’t want dessert. I want to make love with my boyfriend.”

·……

The last chilled dessert was forgotten on the dining table. The ice in the glass bowl gradually melted in the not-so-hot weather, finally turning into a clear pool of water.

In the lounge upstairs, Xie Wanxing leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, his warm flesh pressed against the cold glass, while in front of him was Fu Wenshan’s fiery body.

They eagerly nibbled at each other’s lips.

Xie Wanxing’s black windbreaker had long been thrown onto the floor, leaving only a thin navy blue silk shirt inside. The buttons on his pants had already been undone, and the trousers hung loosely between his legs. Fu Wenshan’s hand reached into Xie Wanxing’s shirt and freely caressed him. He was familiar with Xie Wanxing’s body, knowing how fair and delicate his skin was, leaving red marks with just a light suck. He also knew every curve of Xie Wanxing’s body, as slender as the branches of a willow in spring, easily encircled by one arm. He even knew how pleasant Xie Wanxing’s voice sounded when he moaned, soft and bone-melting…

But when he hugged Xie Wanxing before, it was only as friends with benefits, with the simplest physical relationship.

But now it was different. He was Xie Wanxing’s boyfriend.

He not only possessed Xie Wanxing’s body but also occupied his heart.

Fu Wenshan removed the last covering from Xie Wanxing’s body, the soft blue silk lightly falling to the floor.

Xie Wanxing resembled a flawless white statue, exquisitely beautiful, with a faint pink blush on his skin due to shyness, making him even more beautiful like peach blossoms. And the two points on his chest were even redder, small and embedded in his fair chest, enticing to pluck.

Xie Wanxing felt a bit at a loss as he bit his lip. He knew this was Fu Wenshan’s private club, and there wouldn’t be anyone within miles, but standing naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window still gave him a sense of excessive shame, yet also a kind of hidden excitement.

Fu Wenshan was still impeccably dressed, except for a few unbuttoned buttons, there was no disorder on him, as if he could walk out of here at any time and go to a meeting.

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Fu Wenshan’s neck, rubbing against him gently, making small cat-like noises, “Faster.”

Fu Wenshan couldn’t resist either. He pressed Xie Wanxing against the floor-to-ceiling window, biting his Adam’s apple, lightly nibbling it, while lifting Xie Wanxing’s legs, slipping two fingers into his tightly closed entrance.

Xie Wanxing couldn’t help but moan again. His legs involuntarily wrapped around Fu Wenshan, his hands embracing Fu Wenshan’s shoulders, afraid of falling, feeling Fu Wenshan’s fingers thrusting inside him, teasing him, Fu Wenshan’s fingers had calluses, and every time they brushed against his sensitive spots, Xie Wanxing almost cried.

Fu Wenshan’s patience was limited that day. After exploring enough, he withdrew his fingers, holding Xie Wanxing, panting heavily as he asked, “There’s no condom here, can I go in directly?” Xie Wanxing nodded, his eyes filled with desire, scratching several red marks on Fu Wenshan’s back with his fingers.

Almost the next second after he nodded, Fu Wenshan penetrated his body. He held Xie Wanxing’s hips, thrusting vigorously, almost fiercely.

As he mercilessly pounded into Xie Wanxing’s body, he gave him the gentlest and most lingering kisses, kissing his lips, sucking on his tongue, calling his name lovingly. “Wanxing…” Fu Wenshan kissed Xie Wanxing’s earlobe, “I’m ecstatic today, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for today.”

Xie Wanxing was also going crazy. His toes were suspended in the air, his body supported solely by Fu Wenshan’s arms, which also caused Fu Wenshan to penetrate deeper into his body, making him feel like he was going to lose his mind.

His mind went blank, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling like he was walking on clouds, soft and fluffy.

But he was quickly pulled back to reality by Fu Wenshan.

Fu Wenshan, with his organ still inside him, carried him to the bed, the bed was covered with black silk sheets, Xie Wanxing was placed on it, like a delicious delicacy, tempting to be devoured. Fu Wenshan propped up his legs, fiercely thrusting again. Xie Wanxing couldn’t bear it, crying out, his nails digging into Fu Wenshan’s arms.

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling window were not drawn, and Xie Wanxing could see the courtyard from the bed.

Now this “Wen Gui Garden” was quiet, the waiters were all sent to rest by Fu Wenshan, it was like a forgotten silent place by the gods. Through the windows that were not tightly closed on both sides, you could faintly smell the osmanthus fragrance in the air, so faint and gentle, blending with the hot and humid atmosphere in the room, becoming extremely charming. Xie Wanxing reached his climax in this osmanthus fragrance, staining Fu Wenshan’s lower abdomen.

Fu Wenshan reached out and played with his now softened member, mocking him, “So soon?”

Xie Wanxing had no strength to glare at him.

His hair was completely wet with sweat, black as ebony long hair sticking to his snow-white smooth skin, his skin also had a thin layer of sweat.

His eyes became vacant and charming, tears still lingering at the corners of his eyes, his lips as red as if stained with rose juice, slightly parted, as if waiting for someone’s kiss.

Fu Wenshan leaned down to kiss him, speeding up his movements underneath, grabbing Xie Wanxing’s legs, thrusting and pounding, each thrust going deep.

He faintly smelled a fragrance emanating from Xie Wanxing’s body, not the smell of perfume, but a faint scent, as if emanating from the flesh, intoxicating like an aphrodisiac.

It wasn’t known how long it took before Fu Wenshan came inside Xie Wanxing’s body.

A breeze drifted in through the window crack, blowing the white gauze curtains.

…

Fu Wenshan and Xie Wanxing didn’t go back that day, they stayed in Wen Gui Garden for the night.

The two of them, having just made love like wild animals, were now lying together under a quilt, becoming pure and innocent, holding hands under the covers, looking a bit naive, even their kisses were just lightly rubbing their lips.

Xie Wanxing leaned against Fu Wenshan’s chest, recalling everything that happened tonight, feeling a bit dizzy.

He pulled Fu Wenshan’s hand and asked, “When you said you’ve been waiting for today for a long time, when did you start liking me?” Xie Wanxing felt that this question was silly, something only someone deeply in love would think about, but he still wanted to ask.

Fu Wenshan thought for a moment. “That must have been when I visited the film set. I saw you flirting with someone on set, and I felt extremely jealous.”

Xie Wanxing was shocked. That must have been very early, he thought. At that time, he hadn’t even started to have feelings, he only considered Fu Wenshan as a great sex partner.

He coughed nervously but quickly grasped the key point of Fu Wenshan’s words. “When did I flirt with someone?”

Fu Wenshan snorted and listed them off, “You held hands with Zhao Jinghua and went to eat hot pot, you hugged the male actor from your crew. There was also the male actor who touched your chin during filming, and the male and female actors… **When we get back, I’m going to beat Li Siheng. What kind of crappy crew is this? They’re all up to no good.”

Xie Wanxing was dumbfounded because he didn’t remember any of that.

“No, wait a minute, let’s be reasonable. Zhao Jinghua is my senior brother, the male actor is young, the other one was just acting…”

Fu Wenshen wasn’t interested in being reasonable; he just wanted to bring up old grievances.

But now, these people were no longer a threat to him, so he generously let it go.

He leaned over and hugged Xie Wanxing, affectionately asking, “When did you start liking me? Was it also during your filming?”

Xie Wanxing blinked, swallowing hard. He looked at Fu Wenshan, who was eagerly awaiting his answer, and didn’t know how to tell him that he had only just started to realize his feelings less than ten days ago.