At five in the afternoon, Ning Zhiyuan walked into the office after finishing his business outside.

Several employees were gathered, chatting and laughing. One of the girls was flipping through a magazine. Even the usually work-focused Liu Lu joined in the fun. Seeing this, Ning Zhiyuan halted and called out to them, “What are you all looking at?”

The girl holding the magazine immediately put it down, attempting to cover it with a file. Ning Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow, and Liu Lu chuckled, “Don’t hide. What’s there to hide?”

Approaching them, Ning Zhiyuan took the magazine in his hand. It contained the promotional photos he had taken for Tang Shiqi, featured in a leading domestic men’s fashion magazine.

Flipping through it casually, the photos turned out quite well. Although he wasn’t a professional model, the photographer was a big name in the industry and knew how to choose angles for the shoot. The final results were unexpectedly good.

A few days ago, Tang Shiqi had specifically reminded him to buy this magazine, but he completely forgot.

“Since when did our boss secretly enter the fashion world without telling us? If it weren’t for your name written on it, we wouldn’t dare to recognize it.”

“Yeah, it feels like the boss won by his looks alone. Staying in our line of work is actually a waste of talent.”

“There are also many people online saying you should enter the entertainment industry.”

With everyone joking, Liu Lu joined in, “Staying with us is indeed a bit of a waste, Mr. Ning you are particularly wasted here.”

After Ning Zhiyuan finished looking through the magazine, he closed it and tossed it back, saying with a smile, “Forget it, I prefer dealing with money.”

He returned to his office, and shortly after, a message from Cen Zhisen came in, “Are you coming over tonight?”

Leaning back in his chair, Ning Zhiyuan replied, “Are you back?”

Cen Zhisen responded, “Just got off the plane.”

They hadn’t seen each other for more than half a month. Both of them were busy, and Cen Zhisen had been on a business trip these past few days, only returning today.

Ning Zhiyuan asked, “Can’t make it tonight, got an engagement. It was arranged beforehand.”

In the car, Cen Zhisen stared at the magazine spread out on his legs. He slowly typed on his phone, “What time does it end, and where? I’ll come pick you up.”

After half a minute, Ning Zhiyuan’s reply came, “Don’t know what time it ends. We’ll see then. It’ll be already late; no need for you to pick me up.”

Cen Zhisen responded, “Okay, I’ll be waiting for you at home. Come over soon.”

It seemed like Cen Zhisen was confident that Ning Zhiyuan would come, or rather, he gave him no chance to refuse.

Ning Zhiyuan only looked at those few words, imagining Cen Zhisen’s expression at the moment. He must be appearing serious on the surface, but in his heart, he had probably planned which position to use for the night.

With a scoff, he didn’t reply anymore and blackened the phone screen.

Cen Zhisen continued to look at the magazine that had been spread open on his legs for a long time. In one of the photos, Ning Zhiyuan sat on a high stool, one leg supporting the ground, and the other leg casually bent, resting on a footstool. His right hand lifted, fingers hooked on the second button of his shirt, and his gaze, lazily staring at the camera, carried a hint of a seductive touch.

Cen Zhisen used to find Ning Zhiyuan’s appearance like this somewhat unpleasant, but if the person Ning Zhiyuan intended to seduce was him, it brought about a completely different feeling.

Staring at it for a while, his fingers moved up, from the face in the picture to the body, gently tracing with his fingertips.

The assistant in the front seat turned around, wanting to report something work-related. Witnessing this scene, her voice stopped on her tongue, forcibly holding it back. She turned back and dared not speak again.

At nine in the evening, Ning Zhiyuan walked into Cen Zhisen’s house.

Cen Zhisen had just taken a shower, and he only had on a bathrobe. He was in the living room, tinkering with a camera. Hearing the movement from the entrance, he put down the camera and walked over to greet Ning Zhiyuan.

As soon as Ning Zhiyuan entered, he was pressed against the wall by Cen Zhisen, who leaned in to sniff near his lips, “How much did you drink tonight? How did you get here?”

The person leaning against the wall lazily replied, “I had Zhou Haocheng bring me here. He even asked me who lives in such a place and if the house prices are high. I told him it’s the darling hidden by my golden house.”

Cen Zhisen asked, “He didn’t suspect anything?”

“Suspect? Of course, he suspected,” Ning Zhiyuan whispered with a smile. “I’m not even part of the Cen family anymore. How could I afford a house in a place like this? He must suspect that I’m the one being kept by someone.”

Cen Zhisen reminded him, “You can just tell him the truth.”

“Do you want me to seek a status from my friends?” Ning Zhiyuan exposed his thoughts, “Let’s talk about it later.”

Cen Zhisen’s palm touched him, caressing the neck emitting continuous warmth, “Zhiyuan.”

Feeling a bit ticklish, Ning Zhiyuan turned his head and surrendered, “Alright, it was a joke. I said this is your home. But he became even more suspicious. Coming to your brother’s house in the middle of the night to stay over, it’s something this American can’t understand – it’s a Chinese-style brotherhood.”

Ning Zhiyuan intentionally emphasized the last two words, with a teasing look in his eyes. Cen Zhisen didn’t mind at all, “That’s just him being surprised by something unusual.”

Ning Zhiyuan nodded with a suppressed smile, “Mm.”

“So why could he drive and you couldn’t? Weren’t you both attending the same dinner? Didn’t he drink too?” Cen Zhisen asked.

“No,” Ning Zhiyuan explained, “He happened to be nearby, so I asked him to pick me up from the hotel, and he gave me a ride.”

Cen Zhisen: “Why didn’t you call me? I said I could pick you up.”

“Don’t want you to pick me up,” Ning Zhiyuan looked into his eyes, lowering his voice, “Cen Zhisen, we haven’t seen each other for half a month. If you came to pick me up, could you resist not doing anything? It’s better to meet at home.”

After saying this, his smile didn’t fade.

Sometimes Cen Zhisen had to admit that Ning Zhiyuan was just too skilled at seduction. A casual remark could easily hook him.

Lips pressed against lips, feeling the familiar touch, Ning Zhiyuan responded warmly. The one who couldn’t resist wasn’t only Cen Zhisen.

Ning Zhiyuan had taken off his coat when entering the door and tossed it aside. Cen Zhisen pulled the hem of his shirt from inside the suit pants. With each button, Cen Zhisen’s hands roamed freely over his body.

From the chest to the back, Cen Zhisen forcefully pressed him against himself, their bodies rubbing against each other through the fabric, exchanging heat.

The kisses slid down from the lips, bypassed the chin, and moved to the neck. Ning Zhiyuan groaned muffledly, and after the familiar slight pain, a more stimulating sensation followed. Without looking, he knew there must be marks left on his neck again.

The next step might be the bathroom, or perhaps the bed, or it could be elsewhere.

But contrary to Ning Zhiyuan’s expectations, Cen Zhisen let go of him. Although his breathing was still heavy, he stepped back, “Zhiyuan, how about being a model for me too?”

The hoarse voice lingered by his ear, and Ning Zhiyuan was puzzled, “Be a model for you?”

“Yeah, take some photos. Recently, Cen An is organizing an internal photography competition. I took the lead and signed up. Just practicing a bit.” Cen Zhisen explained.

“Do you still need practice?”

“Haven’t seriously taken photos in a long time. It feels a bit rusty.”

Ning Zhiyuan understood; his brother was quite good at finding excuses.

“How do we do this?”

“Go take a shower first,” Cen Zhisen lightly patted his butt, “I’ll wait for you.”

“Okay.”

Ning Zhiyuan went to the bathroom alone and walked into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, when he came out, he casually picked up a bathrobe and draped it over his wet body. The belt was only loosely tied, and he stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the reflection.

His whole body was filled with the steam and warmth from the bath. He slowly raised his hand, gently touching the marks Cen Zhisen had just bitten.

Then he picked up the perfume on the sink counter— the one Cen Zhisen usually used. He sprayed himself a few times, closed his eyes for a moment, and gradually, the hot and steamy air began to be infused with the cool fragrance of the perfume, sticking to his body.

Indeed, it smelled good.

When he returned to the living room, Cen Zhisen was still fiddling with the camera. Hearing footsteps, he looked up, and Ning Zhiyuan stood in front of him with half-wet hair, a half-wet body, and the bathrobe loosely clinging to his body.

Cen Zhisen raised the camera, Ning Zhiyuan squinted his eyes, staring at the lens, and also at the person behind the camera. He allowed Cen Zhisen to capture this moment.

After looking at the photo he had just taken, Cen Zhisen was somewhat satisfied but not entirely.

“Something’s missing,” he said.

Ning Zhiyuan approached and took a look, commenting, “Pretty ordinary.”

Cen Zhisen chuckled softly, and, catching a whiff of the scent of the perfume on him, he said, “Zhiyuan.”

“Yeah?” Ning Zhiyuan continued to gaze at the camera in his hands.

“Take off the bathrobe,” Cen Zhisen said, his tone suppressing a hint of temptation.

Ning Zhiyuan raised his eyes, observed the fluctuations in his gaze, and warned him, “Cen Zhisen, your tone sounds a lot like you’re trying to coax an underage boy.”

“Just shooting the back.”

After a silent stare for two seconds, Ning Zhiyuan untied the belt of his bathrobe.

In half a minute, Ning Zhiyuan, completely naked, sat on the pure white carpet in the living room. He was half-lying and half-sitting, with only one arm resting on the sofa. A stretch of his waist from the upper back to the butt was completely suspended, supported by one thigh pressed against the carpet, and the other side of the waist naturally swung outward. This pose highlighted the distinct curves of his waist—broad shoulders narrowing down to a tight waist and then expanding again towards the sides of the hips, creating a smooth and sensual arc.

His back was exceptionally beautiful, and water and steam were still rolling down his back. The curvature of the butterfly bones was just right, and the back groove extended down, disappearing between the two plump and perky butt cheeks.

Moving down, his two long legs were crossed and folded together. The leg underneath was bent and pressed against the woolen carpet, while the other leg casually rested on top, with the taut thigh displaying a powerful and impactful fleshiness, very enticing.

The other hand, placed on his hip, was wrapped with the tie, naturally hanging down his body, partially covering and partially revealing, the only piece of clothing on his entire body.

The occasional light coming in from the glass wall outside passed over his body.

In that instant, Cen Zhisen held his breath and pressed the shutter.

Ning Zhiyuan still sat on the floor, and he took the camera handed over by Cen Zhisen after the shot.

After admiring for a moment, he nodded, “This one is not bad.”

Cen Zhisen was satisfied and said, “Yeah, not worse than the one taken in Hawaii.”

Ning Zhiyuan smiled.

He almost immediately understood. Cen Zhisen was referring to the one taken in the car on that rainy night, the first time they were together. It was a picture taken of him when he climaxed.

“I thought you might prefer that one.”

“Each has its own merits,” Cen Zhisen said.

The one in Hawaii was passionate and unrestrained, while the one just taken was secretive and provocative. He liked both.

“Are you planning to participate in Cen An’s photography contest with these kinds of photos?” Ning Zhiyuan’s laughter had a hint of teasing, as if he didn’t care at all that the person in the photo was himself.

“No,” Cen Zhisen shook his head, “Not suitable.”

“Okay, then forget it,” Ning Zhiyuan said.

Hearing the tone that sounded somewhat regretful, Cen Zhisen asked, “Do you really want me to participate with such photos?”

“It’s up to you,” Ning Zhiyuan said.

He genuinely didn’t mind. Perhaps the word ‘crazy’ was engraved in his genes. If Cen Zhisen really participated with these photos, and even if someone recognized him in the pictures, he wouldn’t feel embarrassed. On the contrary, there was a sense of secretive excitement because Cen Zhisen was the one taking these photos.

But of course, Cen Zhisen wouldn’t do that. However, since Ning Zhiyuan didn’t mind, he could indulge himself in the future, taking more similar photos, and even some more explicit ideas he planned to try one by one.

His gaze wandered over Ning Zhiyuan’s body again.

Ning Zhiyuan was still naked, the bathrobe casually draped over him. He was still looking at the photo, and Cen Zhisen’s voice came close, “Wanna drink?”

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at him, “Sure.”

Cen Zhisen went to get the drinks. When he came back, Ning Zhiyuan was holding the camera, taking a few shots of the night scene outside the glass wall.

As the glass was handed to him, he tilted his head, allowing the liquid to slide into his mouth.

However, Cen Zhisen didn’t drink. He held the glass in his hand, staring at Ning Zhiyuan’s actions.

“Aren’t you drinking?” Ning Zhiyuan put down the glass and asked.

Cen Zhisen said, “Let’s try a different approach.”

Their gaze intertwined, and Ning Zhiyuan poured another mouthful of wine into his mouth, put the glass on the coffee table, and embraced Cen Zhisen’s head with both hands, pressing close to kiss his lips.

The sweet and spicy taste of the wine entered his mouth. The lips and tongues intermingled, and they swallowed it down separately.

When their breaths became unsteady, they separated slightly. Lips pressed against lips, Cen Zhisen chuckled hoarsely, “Zhiyuan, that’s not what I meant.”

Ning Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

With his back pressed into the carpet, a cold stream of wine poured onto his back. Before he could sense more, the man behind him leaned down, and his tongue licked up his back, moving down to the coccyx. He licked away the wine that had absorbed his body temperature.

Overwhelmed by the excessive stimulation, something he had never tried before, Ning Zhiyuan got excited, even his feet tensed up. He gasped heavily, “Cen Zhisen, where did you learn these vulgar tricks, and how many people have you used them on?”

Cen Zhisen finally propped himself up, leaned over, and kissed him again. Before their lips and tongues entwined, he whispered, “Only you.”