Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 103
Chapter 103 The Old Bed
2024-10-13 07:39 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
Chapter 103 The Old Bed
“Mr. Fan, you can’t unbutton your shirt with one hand? Let me help you?”
Long fingers reached for the collar, but were grabbed! Fan Xiao leaned closer, sniffing the air around You Shulang’s nose and mouth: “You’ve been drinking?”
You Shulang was slightly taken aback.
“You won’t deny it when you sober up, will you?”
With a light click of his tongue, You Shulang lightly brushed the skin of Fan Xiao’s neck with his fingertips: “I’m drunk, so do you want some?”
Fan Xiao slowly frowned, his complex expression indescribable, his face changing several times, his eyes flickering, as if he had undergone a serious and lengthy consideration. When he looked at you again, there was a hint of sadness in his voice: “No.”
“No?” You Shulang felt that he had extinguished the rouge too early. At this moment, a layer of unease settled in his chest, and he desperately needed some comfort.
“I don’t want a one-night stand.” Fan Xiao closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his irises covered in a dark red spiderweb. “You Shulang, I can’t guarantee I can control my feelings. Do you know how hard it was for me to ‘let go’ today? I told myself I couldn’t go crazy, I couldn’t seek revenge, because you don’t like me, you’re afraid of me. Now, I’m almost ready to accept reality, to accept the reality that I can only watch you from afar, to protect you, and you bring me this?”
He picked up the cover from the bed: “You Shulang, you’re drunk today, thinking about the past, thinking about me. When you’re sober tomorrow, you…” “I’ll regret what I’m doing now! What will happen then? Will you hate me even more? Avoid me? Or will you get drunk and want to sleep with me? That’s not what I want!”
The angry echoes lingered in the large warehouse for a while before subsiding. You Shulang was silent for a moment, then met Fan Xiao’s eyes and asked calmly, “Really don’t want it?”
Fan Xiao roughly grabbed the rouge from the bed, pulled out a cigarette and bit it between his teeth, his eyelashes lowered deeply: “No.”
In his narrow vision, he saw You Shulang’s toes tap the ground twice, then he stood up, his steps lightly overlapping, moving a little further away from him.
He was leaving. The cigarette butt was flattened, and Fan Xiao gave a bitter smile.
The next moment, a dark gray coat was thrown onto the bed, the wind it stirred carrying the scent of wild roses.
Looking at You Shulang again, he was now only wearing a black shirt and matching trousers, his back to Fan Xiao, unbuttoning his cuffs.
The man was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, his lines flowing smoothly before tapering to a beautiful curve that hinted at a sharp strength. His legs, encased in slim-fitting trousers, were long and straight. His gaze was fixed upwards, and Fan Xiao couldn’t look away; the full, sensual curves of that area were something he dared not even dream of touching now.
Rolling up his sleeves, You Shulang turned and took only two steps to stand before Fan Xiao. He placed a hand on the man’s stiff shoulder and slowly lowered his body.
His voice was deep, husky, and alluringly detached: “I’m no longer attractive to President Fan, am I?”
Removing the rouge from Fan Xiao’s mouth, You Shulang glanced at the flattened cigarette butt, then disdainfully put it in his mouth, took a drag, and exhaled. He used his long fingers to unbutton the first button of his shirt, then the second, the third…
“Don’t you want a bite? You used to like it.” With the decadence of smoke and alcohol, You Shulang spoke lazily.
A long, slender, fair neck, sharp and beautiful collarbones, pierced his eyes inch by inch. Fan Xiao’s jawline tightened, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, his expression stiff and distorted from the effort to control himself, his teeth clenched, a hoarse voice squeezed out bit by bit from between his teeth: “You Shulang, you’re really crazy.”
“So long-winded.” Warm fingers intertwined in his hair, and suddenly, with a forceful pull, You Shulang pressed Fan Xiao’s entire face against his neck.
Moist, warm, delicate, the scent of wild roses… A moment later, Fan Xiao unfurled his clenched fingers, embraced You Shulang tightly, and opened his mouth!
“Ugh!” You Shulang put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep drag, and cursed under his breath, “Fan Xiao, you’re a wolf!”
You Shulang’s waist was tightly gripped, and there was a hot, wet patch in his collarbone. He lowered his eyes, hiding the red corners of his eyes, and rubbed the soft hair in his arms, whispering, “I’ll go crazy with you.”
An old wooden bed, four loose legs, like a small boat on a wave, swaying in the wind and rain.
You Shulang’s hands were folded and pressed above his head, and Fan Xiao on top of him was as fierce as a beast about to devour him.
“Your hands.” You Shulang was concerned about Fan Xiao’s injured hands, but the next moment his neck was grabbed, and he directly felt the roughness of the gauze.
“Still thinking about other things?” Fan Xiao kissed the corner of his lips, whispering dangerously, “Looks like I still haven’t tried hard enough.”
All the energy he had accumulated in his life seemed to be used up in one go. You Shulang felt like a piece of origami, being folded and turned by Fan Xiao according to his whims—sometimes folded in half, sometimes in thirds, sometimes with the corners curled up, folded into a cylinder, all at his whim.
In the quiet night, the wooden bed shook repeatedly, the sound dense and heavy, lingering on.
This bed…is it even up to it? This was You Shulang’s last question before he lost all thought…
You Shulang was awakened by the noise. He opened his sore eyelids, avoiding the glaring sunlight for a while before truly waking up.
There was no one beside him; Fan Xiao’s voice came from outside through the storeroom door.
“Keep your voice down. Don’t move any goods today. Come back tomorrow.”
Another young voice complained, “Brother Fan, didn’t we agree on a time? You’re not in a hurry, so move them now. It’s cold and the roads are slippery. It’s not easy for me to drive all this way.”
“There’s someone inside, asleep. Moving goods will be noisy, and the cold wind will blow in. No way.”
“Sleeping?” The young voice immediately raised its tone. “Who is it that Brother Fan is protecting like this?”
“My girlfriend.” Even from more than ten meters away, You Shulang could hear the smugness in Fan Xiao’s voice. “My girlfriend.” With
a smile, You Shulang threw off the covers and put on his clothes. It was fine when he was still, but as soon as he moved, the soreness in his body seeped out from every bone, constantly reminding him of the madness of last night.
Suddenly, You Shulang seemed to remember something. His fingers, which were buttoning his clothes, paused, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
He squatted down and saw that only three of the four legs of the wooden bed remained. The other one was propped up by a few red bricks, pitifully maintaining its steadfast posture.
The wooden bed was old, and Fan Xiao had been too vigorous last night. It creaked for half the night, finally collapsing with a corner after Fan Xiao changed the third cover.
Fan Xiao, still in the heat of the moment, only paused for a moment before dragging You Shulang’s pale ankles onto him again, completing a thrilling and unforgettable experience at a dangerously tilted angle.
You Shulang’s face flushed slightly. He filtered out all the memories of last night, got up to find his coat, only to find Fan Xiao already standing behind him.
He was about three meters away: “Are you leaving?”
His voice was deep, unlike before.
You Shulang was silent for a moment, then nodded: “Let’s go.”
Instantly, he saw the sadness and despair in Fan Xiao’s eyes.
You Shulang walked towards Fan Xiao, their shoulders brushing past each other, until they were almost gone, before slowly saying, “I’m hungry, let’s go get breakfast.”
Under his sleeve, You Shulang hooked his arm around Fan Xiao’s, smiling as he asked, “Let’s go together, my love?”
