Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 29

Chapter 29 Unbuttoning
2024-10-13 07:16 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
As Fan Xiao entered the door lock code, You Shulang politely looked away.

As the last number lit up, the door lock popped open, and Fan Xiao used his last remaining hand to pull open the front door.

“Director You’s presence at my humble abode today is truly an honor.”

As the door opened, the indoor and outdoor air mingled, and wisps of woody fragrance wafted out, gently tickling You Shulang’s nostrils.

This smell seems familiar. Where have I smelled it before? Where could it be?

“What are you thinking about? Come in.” Fan Xiao stood in the foyer waiting for him, his eyes shining brightly even in the drowsy midnight.

You Shulang hesitated for a moment before stepping into the room. Fan Xiao had injured his hand, and quite badly at that—a transverse metacarpal fracture. He had just been immobilized and put in a splint at the hospital, and was currently unable to do many things, so there were some things he couldn’t refuse to help with.

The front door slowly closed, the door panel shut, and when the last gap disappeared, it was as if the light of hope had been cut off.

With his uninjured fingers moving nimbly, he snapped the door shut from the inside.

Fan Xiao’s face showed a hint of excitement, his greedy gaze locked on You Shulang’s back. His handsome eyes narrowed slightly. The prey was in the trap. How should he play this game?

“You can’t move your right hand. If you have any problems, tell me and I’ll help you.”

Fan Xiao injured his right hand, and it seemed that his left hand was also suffering from the same ailment. He said, “There’s nothing I need your help with,” but in reality, he couldn’t even take off his coat properly.

You Shulang walked over and helped him take off his coat and suit. The man had a long arm span, so he wasn’t very close to Fan Xiao.

The two walked from the foyer into the living room, and Fan Xiao turned on the lights, the light that gradually illuminated the room was not very bright.

This apartment was rented by Fan Xiao. It was a newly built upscale apartment, fully furnished with all the necessary furniture and amenities, in a black and gray color scheme, simple and sleek.

The room was very empty, with very few personal belongings. At first glance, it was no different from a deserted showroom, except for a laptop computer on a solid wood table with a dark screen.

Fan Xiao’s gaze sharpened, then relaxed and smiled gently: “Do you know why I rented this place? Because the view from the balcony is beautiful.”

Following the sound of his voice, You Shulang looked out the window. Taking the opportunity, Fan Xiao walked to the table and moved the mouse. The dark screen unlocked, revealing the face of a man with a hopeful expression, exactly the same as the person currently gazing at the dark twilight.

With the mouse hovering over the cross, Fan Xiao turned off the video recorded by the dashcam, then pressed down with his large hand and closed the laptop.

From beginning to end, he remained calm and composed.

“You can see Wanfeng Mountain from here, but unfortunately it’s night now, so only the mountain’s silhouette is visible.”

A scorching heat wave hit behind his ears, the man’s body heat seeping into his skin from behind. They were too close, close enough that Fan Xiao could easily pull You Shulang into his arms.

In the past, Director You would have skillfully resolved this awkward situation, but now, Fan Xiao is considered a close friend in his heart.

You Shulang didn’t have many friends, and Fan Xiao was the most special one among them. She was calm, experienced, and handled things properly, but she also knew how to act cute and cheeky, sticking to people in a clingy way.

I’ve heard that children who are pampered from a young age are more affectionate and clingy, and often express goodwill through physical contact.

Unlike myself, beneath my smooth exterior lies a detached nature forged through hardship.

You Shulang was unwilling to admit that he sometimes spoiled Fan Xiao. Those perfectly timed acts of shamelessness and unconditional protection often left him feeling helpless yet touched, wanting to deal with him coldly but unable to bring himself to be ruthless.

However, not all forms of pampering are the same. You Shulang’s pampering of Lu Zhen was unconditional, while his pampering of Fan Xiao was confined to a certain scope.

He clicked his tongue lightly, raised his hand to push Fan Xiao’s head away, and expelled the scorching heat.

The man’s expression was somewhat indifferent, a warning in itself: “What activities do you usually do before bed? What’s something you can’t easily do with one hand?”

“There really is one.” Fan Xiao laughed awkwardly. “I just tried it, and I couldn’t unbutton my shirt with my left hand.”

“Hmm?” You Shulang lowered his gaze and noticed a few new wrinkles on Fan Xiao’s shirt collar.

“How about I trouble Director You to help me?” Fan Xiao took a step forward and slightly raised his chin.

“Damn it.” You Shulang stepped back, turned around and sat on the sofa, elegantly crossing his legs, and glared coldly, “It’s not like both of your hands are crippled, you can untie it yourself.”

Such an arrogant and domineering You Shulang was a rare sight on ordinary days. Fan Xiao loved him dearly. He smiled and sat casually on the low table in front of the sofa, using his left hand to unbutton his shirt.

Both of them had impossibly long legs. Sitting facing each other, Fan Xiao was restless, and their knees occasionally brushed against each other. Under the incandescent light, their slim-fitting trousers were both abstinent and alluring, the black stripes and silver-gray checks lightly brushing against each other, subtly creating a ticklish sensation.

Suddenly, the black stripes disappeared into the distance. You Shulang rolled his eyes and cursed, “Useless.”

Fan Xiao had trouble unbuttoning the button. His long fingers pressed down, flipped it up, and rotated it, causing the crystal button, which had already slipped halfway out of the buttonhole, to slide back in.

“Come here,” You Shulang said coldly with disdain. “Lower your head.”

The tall figure loomed closer, casting a dim shadow in front of him, gradually covering You Shulang’s body until it was above his head. At this moment, Fan Xiao was only two fists away from him.

As You Shulang’s fingertips unbuttoned the first button, he heard Fan Xiao sigh softly, “Director You still cares about me the most.”

“Shut up.” A blush crept onto the tips of his fair ears, and the observant Fan Xiao noticed that You Shulang’s breathing had become erratic for a moment.

Slowly clenching his teeth, Fan Xiao reacted.

The two were very close, and Fan Xiao’s gaze roamed unabashedly over You Shulang’s face. He looked a little tired, with faint dark circles under his eyes, but his handsomeness was still undeniable.

You Shulang is a handsome man who fits the general public’s aesthetic standards. His appearance is elegant, but his strong personality and aloof temperament not only balance out his elegant features but also make him seem quite unapproachable.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on his lips, where the wound had faded to a barely noticeable red mark. The wound that had once stirred up Fan Xiao’s desolate regret now felt like adding fuel to the fire, causing a dull ache in his lower body.

With just a slight lean, he could kiss those lips. Fan Xiao replayed their deliciousness in his mind again and again—soft, bouncy, easy to tease, allowing himself to be taken advantage of…

Half of his shirt was undone. You Shulang’s eyes were filled with indifference, his movements were calm and composed, but only he knew why he had averted his gaze and held his breath.

It was an extremely attractive body. The skin was healthy, the muscles were firm, the lines were strong and smooth, and the muscular chest looked as if it had been bound by a shirt for a long time, and the buttons had just been popped open, eagerly bursting out.

There was no action, yet it carried a seven-tenths degree of temptation.

You Shulang is gay and mentally and physically normal. Even with a strong will, he is not immune to being bothered by it.

He tried his best to restrain himself, his fingertips moving very lightly, avoiding any opportunity to come into contact with Fan Xiao.

The buttons were undone below the chest, and below that was the waist, where the well-defined abdominal muscles were faintly visible, with clean lines, strong muscles, and an air of power.

Unlike You Shulang’s shirts, which were mostly loose-fitting, Fan Xiao’s shirts were tailor-made, clinging tightly to his skin and narrowing towards his waist. Unbuttoning one button and sliding his fingertips downwards, even with utmost care, You Shulang inevitably touched Fan Xiao’s body; the skin beneath his fingers was supple yet sharp, and shockingly hot.

With a tremor of his eyelashes, You Shulang subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but at that moment Fan Xiao suddenly pressed down on him, spreading his arms as if to pull him into his embrace.

With broad shoulders and a thick spine, he exuded a strong sense of oppression. You Shulang instinctively tried to push him away, but the hand that was resting on the button had no choice but to cover the smooth, firm skin.

The feel of that… You Shulang’s mind exploded.

“What are you doing?” he asked Fan Xiao in a low, menacing tone.

Fan Xiao rubbed his firm waist and abdomen against his palm again before slowly getting up. He held the curtain remote control in his good hand and said excitedly, “I’ve been looking for a long time and couldn’t find it. It turns out it was in the sofa crevice behind you.”

The man’s eyes curved at the corners, and his tone seemed to be coaxing, appearing gentle and kind, but his gaze was actually deep and unfathomable.

“Director You,” he called, “there are still two buttons left to unbutton.”