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Setting aside the fact that the man is a scumbag, Feng Min really can be considered a proud son of heaven.

He comes from a good family background, has a strong background, and is exceptionally good-looking with a clever mind.

Perhaps because of this, fate has discounted his character.

If only Feng Min had a good character as well, he would truly be perfect.

But perfect people do not exist.

“I didn’t have anyone else while I was abroad,” Feng Min said, with a certain sentiment swirling deep in his eyes.

However, it was hidden too deeply for Chi Yan to perceive.

“Whether you did or not doesn’t matter. If you did, it would be even better to practice your skills,” Chi Yan said with a smile.

He took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, looking over at Feng Min.

“I’ll go take a shower first.” The bathroom was right next to him, and as Chi Yan opened the door, he prepared to step inside, but paused before doing so.

“If you want to join me, I don’t mind.”

Chi Yan’s eyes sparkled seductively, but Feng Min stood still like a statue, not moving.

Chi Yan quickly surveyed Feng Min’s entire body, lingering on a spot for a moment, and when he did, a smile appeared, revealing a small dimple on the left side of his cheek.

Withdrawing his gaze, Chi Yan walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

After a while, the sound of running water could be heard.

Feng Min focused intently on the closed bathroom door, and after a few minutes, he took out another pair of shoes from the shoe cabinet.

Just a moment ago, he had almost turned to leave the room.

To be precise, he had nearly escaped the room.

He couldn’t escape; Feng Min kept telling himself this over and over in his mind.

He had escaped once, but he couldn’t escape again.

“It doesn’t matter; Chi Yan doesn’t like him, just wants to have a fling with him. It’s nothing serious.”

He couldn’t be too greedy.

He should be satisfied that Chi Yan took the initiative to invite him; didn’t that mean his place in Chi Yan’s heart was different from others?

Even if it was out of hatred.

Chi Yan washed quickly, coming out wrapped in a towel without any clothes.

He had even washed his hair, which dried quickly due to his short hairstyle.

Chi Yan tilted his chin toward Feng Min, indicating that it was Feng Min’s turn to wash.

While Feng Min was washing, Chi Yan took out a hair dryer and dried his hair next to the TV.

By the time he finished drying his hair, the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.

Turning off the hair dryer, Chi Yan leaned against the TV stand, narrowing his eyes as he watched the direction of the bathroom.

The door opened, and a half-naked man walked out.

He had strong, powerful muscles and clearly defined lines.

Chi Yan felt an urge to whistle at that moment.

He didn’t whistle but tilted his head slightly, his eyes smiling as he looked at Feng Min.

Feng Min walked over without speaking, but the aura surrounding him rushed toward Chi Yan.

It filled the air with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

However, Chi Yan was completely unfazed by this heavy atmosphere.

He supported himself on the table, pushed off the ground, and the next moment, he was sitting on the TV stand.

“Tonight’s night is so beautiful; let’s not waste it!”

This statement from Chi Yan opened the curtain to a joyful evening.

He draped his arms around Feng Min’s shoulders and pulled him closer.

Tilting his head back slightly, Chi Yan’s lips curved into a small smile.

The dimple on his left cheek seemed to fill with wine, making it look as if just seeing that dimple could get someone drunk.

Feng Min hadn’t gotten drunk at the class reunion.

But after Chi Yan hugged him, he felt himself slowly getting drunk.

Feng Min leaned down and kissed the lips he had longed for.

The taste was the same as he remembered, and even seemed better.

Feng Min tightened his hold on Chi Yan’s back, his grip suddenly becoming stronger, as if he intended to embed Chi Yan into his body.

So that Chi Yan could no longer see anyone else and could only belong to him.

The night was long.

This night was destined to be different from the past three years.

And at this moment, Chi Yan still didn’t know that what he thought was a spur-of-the-moment fling would bring him enormous surprises later on.

That surprise was unprecedentedly huge.

Author’s Note: The original chapters 345 have been condensed into one chapter, as they were too fluffy and unrelated to the plot, so they have been cut down to one chapter.

☆A Slight Pain in the Belly (Revised)

Early in the morning, Chi Yan woke up, still feeling the effects of last night’s excessive drinking, with a headache from the hangover.

Not immediately opening his eyes, Chi Yan turned over.

But upon turning, he found an arm draped over him.

Chi Yan instantly became alert, and for a moment, the thought of being a corpse was in his mind.

Suddenly opening his eyes, he saw the calm and masculine handsome face, and many memories from last night began to flood back.

Now fully awake, Chi Yan couldn’t understand how he had suddenly felt such strong desires yesterday.

Even to the point of inviting this scumbag ex-boyfriend.

Gently moving the man’s arm off him, Chi Yan kept his eyes fixed on Feng Min.

There was both surprise and annoyance.

And a hint of vigilance, as he felt a bit flustered and didn’t want Feng Min to wake up, or he would just feel embarrassed.

It was impossible not to feel embarrassed.

One moment he had been distant with the man, and the next moment they had rolled together.

Fortunately, when Chi Yan got out of bed, it seemed that his ex-boyfriend was still sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.

He picked up his clothes from the floor, which was carpeted, shook them out, and while dressing, Chi Yan surveyed the battlefield around him, which was quite intense, or rather, not just a bit, but extremely intense.

Thinking back to just a few hours ago, Chi Yan shook his head and laughed.

It started at the TV cabinet and ended in the bathroom.

Buttoning up his shirt, he noticed it was still early, just past seven o’clock.

Chi Yan had good living habits; even if he stayed up late until one or two o’clock, he could wake up relatively on time at seven or eight the next day.

His body still felt the weariness from the hangover, but now that he had woken up in this hotel room, he could no longer continue staying here.

He walked to the entrance and changed into his shoes.

Before opening the door to leave, he subconsciously looked back at the room. From a distance, he noticed that Feng Min seemed to have dark circles under his eyes.

As if he often stayed up late, a hint of fatigue was subtly visible between his brows.

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