Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 34
Chapter 34 He Woke Up
2024-10-13 07:17 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
Fan Xiao underestimated You Shulang’s drinking capacity.
As the waves surged and the man slowly opened his eyes, he was enveloped by that slender hand…
Half an hour ago, Fan Xiao used his key to open You Shulang’s door.
The neighborhood was old, and the home decor was outdated; there were no motion-sensor lights. Fan Xiao found the light switch on the wall in the entryway, turned on the light, and went to the bedroom to help the deeply drunk You Shulang to bed.
The man was heavy; when he landed on the bed, the mattress bounced a few times. Trouble with You Shulang wasn’t an easy task, so Fan Xiao took a breath before turning on the bedside lamp.
The lamp’s light was soft, a warm, creamy yellow, like the sweet aroma of pastries. It shone perfectly on You Shulang, as if bathed in a warm glow.
This was the second time Fan Xiao had stood by the bed to examine the sleeping You Shulang. Compared to his pale complexion last time, his skin now had a light blush that ran down his neck and into his collar.
The collar was slightly pulled, revealing one of her collarbones. Fan Xiao had been craving it all night, and almost instinctively wanted to touch it.
His fingertips had already broken through the skin, where a wisp of heat clung, but he stopped just in time. Fan Xiao slowly withdrew his hand, looking down at his palm, which had held a cigarette, shaken hands, patted shoulders, and touched the steering wheel; it was a little dirty.
“Director You, you’re so delicate, let me wash my hands first.” Fan Xiao leaned down and deliberately blew hot air into the man’s ear.
He took off his coat, hurriedly washed his hands, and after leaving the bedroom, he quickly found the bathroom.
Before she could even take a step, her gaze returned along the same path and landed on the photos displayed in the locker.
His lips pressed down, a dark red flame burning in his eyes. The toes of his shoes changed direction, the expensive leather shoes making unhurried sounds on the floor.
It was a group photo, showing a vibrant young boy and a tall, composed man standing amidst lush greenery and drifting clouds. They were positioned one in front of the other, their shoulders half-crossed, not embracing, yet their close relationship was evident.
Fan Xiao’s gaze swept past the boy and landed on the man standing with his hands behind his back. The man’s smile was faint, but it looked even brighter in the sunlight; his gentle eyes were lowered, not looking at the camera, but at the boy in front of him.
The brown photo frame was picked up, and fingertips rubbed the smooth glass, obscuring the man’s smile and his seemingly shallow yet affectionate gaze.
A light, mocking click broke the silence in the room. “I never expected Director You to be such a romantic person. It’s just that he’s unlucky and always meets the wrong person.”
In the end, the picture frame was placed on the shelf, never to see the light of day again.
A photograph successfully eased Fan Xiao’s urgency, and he began to tour You Shulang’s home like a long-awaited visitor.
There are too many traces of life that prove that someone once lived here: couple’s water cups, couple’s slippers, couple’s toothbrushes, clothes that are completely out of Yu Shulang’s style, boxes full of snacks, and a note on the refrigerator with a red heart drawn on it.
“Uncle You, your sweet and sour pork is so delicious! I love you so much, give me a kiss ❤”
“Uncle You?” Fan Xiao chuckled. “So thrill-seeking?”
He took the note off the refrigerator, slowly crumpled it into a ball of trash, and gently tossed it into the trash can.
In a corner of the study, Fan Xiao found a photo album. The bright red lips on the cover had the flair of the 1990s, but the actress’s porcelain-white face was now faded, revealing the earthy yellow of the paper cover.
Flipping through the album at random, the photos are all a bit old, showing men or women dressed in unfashionable clothes standing next to crudely made fake scenes with stiff and awkward smiles.
Fan Xiao had little patience; he quickly flipped through it and lost interest. Just as he was about to close the book, his eyes lit up.
In the unassuming photo in the lower right corner, three people stand side by side. In the middle is a woman with delicate features, flanked by a boy on each side.
The one on the left is younger, probably eleven or twelve years old; the one on the right is older, probably fourteen or fifteen years old.
“You Shulang?” Fan Xiao brought the photo album closer and carefully examined the boy on the right.
Fourteen or fifteen-year-old You Shulang had already grown into a slender and tall man, with a handsome face that already showed distinct features. His expression was also somewhat restrained, with his lips slightly pursed. Perhaps someone had asked him to smile, so the corners of his lips were stiffly curved, forming an awkward arc.
Fan Xiao smiled as well, his anger dissipating considerably. He took the photo out of the album and put it into his wallet.
When he returned to the bedroom, You Shulang was still drunk and unconscious. He changed his position and lay on his back on the bed.
Fan Xiao leaned down and saw the man’s brows furrow slightly, as if he were in pain even in his deepest dream.
“Director You, are you feeling unwell? Shall I help you take off your clothes?”
A perfectly normal sentence, yet uttered with ambiguity and vulgarity. His freshly washed fingers rested on the buttons, and Fan Xiao’s left hand deftly unbuttoned them all.
The slightly rosy flesh color looked like it was covered with a layer of icing sugar under the lamplight. Fan Xiao’s eyes suddenly darkened, and his fingers slowly caressed the smooth skin, lingering with great affection.
“What should I do? I can’t leave a mark on Director You today, but I really… really want to bite him!”
Fan Xiao’s gaze slowly moved upwards, and she pressed her thumb against the man’s lips, gently kneading them: “You have to make it up to me, how about a kiss?”
Before the echo had faded, his lips had already impatiently landed on hers!
The aroma of the wine filled his mouth, and Fan Xiao seemed to be intoxicated. He swallowed those two lips again and again, until they were wet and glistening, before probing deeper with the tip of his tongue.
He knelt on one knee on the bed, using his good hand to hold You Shulang’s chin, and kissed him deeply and intensely.
Suddenly, a soft murmur filled with affection escaped from the lips of the person beneath him. Before Fan Xiao could even hear what it was, he was startled as someone pressed down on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss!
You Shulang was kissing him! He turned the tables and kissed him back!
With his eyelashes fluttering slightly, the man, his consciousness hazy, reacted entirely on instinct. Unlike Fan Xiao’s domineering kiss, You Shulang’s kiss was gentle and tender, captivating the man.
Fan Xiao’s mind and body were both in turmoil! His muddled thoughts were filled with six words.
You Shulang, you’re kissing me!
For Fan Xiao, a one-way kiss was like heaven, and now that he was receiving a response, he was willing to die in this wet and sticky sucking.
“Zhenzhen”.
A faint murmur brushed against his cheek and entered his ear; this time, Fan Xiao heard it clearly.
“Who were you calling?” Fan Xiao abruptly pulled away from those lips, the confusion on his face vanishing completely. He didn’t even care whether You Shulang would wake up; his deep voice was filled with extreme gloom, “Were you just calling Lu Zhen?”
You Shulang let out another low murmur, then turned over and went back to sleep, leaving Fan Xiao alone to go crazy.
“You miss your Zhenzhen, don’t you?” Fan Xiao suddenly smiled. “Alright, I’ll grant your wish.”
He strode out of the bedroom and brought in a picture frame from the living room.
With a snap, a wooden photo frame was placed on the bedside table, featuring Lu Zhen’s smiling face.
An artistic photo; she’s smiling beautifully.
Fan Xiao stood by the bed, looking down at You Shulang, who was half-eaten. Half of his face was illuminated by the light of the bedside lamp, while the other half was buried in the darkness: “You Shulang, last time I asked you to give me your hand at my house, not only did you refuse, but you also punched me.”
He leaned down and slowly unzipped his pants: “You like men, don’t you? Since you’re a pervert, why do you have to pretend to be so high and mighty?!”
He pulled You Shulang’s right hand up and pulled him forward inch by inch. Fan Xiao felt a warmth on his body, and his expression instantly tightened. He said through gritted teeth, “Today I’ll do you a favor and satisfy you, you dead gay.”
“Oh right, didn’t you want to see your Zhenzhen? Then let him watch you get it done for me, okay?”
The night was long, a faint aroma of alcohol lingered in the air, and Fan Xiao’s gaze was fixed on You Shulang’s face, his breathing slowly becoming heavy…
Unbeknownst to him, the sleeping man’s raven feathers fluttered, his long, deep breaths gradually becoming shallower, and light danced into his dark pupils. You Shulang slowly opened his eyes…
“!!!”
Fan Xiao paused, reacting quickly as he bent down, his sweaty body meeting You Shulang’s empty, lifeless eyes.
His shirt slipped down, concealing all the sins. He said, “Shulang, sleep a little longer, you’ll feel better.”
The man gave a soft “hmm,” turned over, and closed his eyes again…
