Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 48
Chapter 48 Get bored and dump
2024-10-13 07:21 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
After seeing off the last guest, You Shulang turned around and was immediately wrapped in a coat. In the cold night, a faint scent of sandalwood filled his nostrils—the scent of the person beside him.
Relaxing his body and letting the intoxication wash over him, You Shulang leaned gently against the shoulder of the person next to him and asked with a smile, “Why are you here?”
“I came because I missed you.” Fan Xiao pulled him into his arms, nuzzling and sniffing his ear. He often did this; his territorial instincts, like an animal, had been fully awakened after his relationship with You Shulang.
You Shulang smiled and turned his head away, saying, “After being soaked in smoke and alcohol all night, what’s so pleasant about it?”
“Smells good.” Fan Xiao glanced at his expression. “Have you had too much to drink?”
“Not too drunk, just a little tipsy.”
Fan Xiao hugged him even tighter, his voice low and seductive: “What does Director You want to do when he’s slightly tipsy?”
The parking lot was quiet, with only the sound of the wind on both sides. The withered branches cast long shadows under the streetlights, spreading across the ground and the white cashmere coat.
You Shulang was humble when he laughed, cold when he didn’t, and most alluring when he half-smiled. Now, after a few sips of light wine, his heartbeat slowed. He raised his hand and patted Fan Xiao’s face twice, his voice casual: “Right now, I just want to kiss you.”
He pulled Fan Xiao into the shadows: “Come on, give Director You a kiss.”
Fan Xiao had never been before. He almost immediately went weak in the knees. He was smitten with You Shulang in front of him, and with a quick movement, he offered himself up to be at his mercy.
You Shulang’s kiss was gentle, and Fan Xiao could taste the sweetness of being cherished. Fan Xiao truly understood what it meant to be in a gentle embrace, feeling dizzy as if walking on cotton, his heart being soothed by the warm, sweet honey, each beat sending ripples of tingling pleasure through him.
The aroma of the wine faded, and their lips slowly parted. You Shulang still held the other person close, their bodies intertwined in warmth.
There seemed to be a soft sigh, but it was suppressed by Fan Xiao’s persistent heartbeat. He heard You Shulang say in a low voice, “I’ve always been a very law-abiding person all these years. I never do anything I’m not sure of. But you made me break the rules.” A faint smile slowly appeared in the man’s eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. “Fan Xiao, you’re hard to understand. I haven’t even figured you out yet, and I’ve already started to love you.”
You Shulang leaned closer to Fan Xiao and planted a kiss on his lips: “You are my biggest gamble. Do you think I can win?”
The cold wind howled, and as the heat of their kiss slowly dissipated, Fan Xiao felt the chill. The night was cold, the wind fierce, making him shiver. The shadows of withered branches, twisted and menacing, were still projected onto his white coat, but now, in Fan Xiao’s eyes, they resembled a distorted version of himself.
His muscles stiffened inch by inch, his gaze finding no escape. After a long while, he forced himself to appear calm, avoiding the main point of the conversation, and cleverly said, “When has Director You ever lost?”
The ambiguous reply made You Shulang’s smile fade slightly. After a moment’s thought, he said gently, “I wasn’t putting any pressure on you. Don’t overthink it. I was just joking around after having some drinks.”
He patted Fan Xiao’s waist: “Let’s get in the car, you’re so afraid of the cold.”
Their bodies, which had been pressed together, had just separated when Fan Xiao pulled him back. The man didn’t say anything, but just stubbornly held on to him.
Fan Xiao didn’t know what was wrong with him. He had given the best answer, but he didn’t feel relieved. Instead, he felt a tightness in his chest.
Seeing his stubbornness, You Shulang had no choice but to lean back, his warm palm caressing his cool earlobe, coaxing, “Although I’m getting old, I sometimes want to hear some sweet words. Mr. Fan, please be kind and say a few?”
A glint of light flashed in You Shulang’s eyes: “Am I handsome?”
“Handsome, you are the most handsome and charming man I have ever seen.” This time, Fan Xiao was not lying.
“In that case, let’s go home.” You Shulang suddenly grabbed his belt and pulled. “Didn’t you want to draw me? Let’s go.”
The music in the private room was maddening, and Shi Lihua leaned close to Fan Xiao to speak.
“You’ve really started talking to that You Lang guy? And he’s willing to be with him?”
He poured strong liquor into Fan Xiao’s glass, and the aroma had just filled the air when he saw that Fan Xiao had already taken a bland beer.
“Changed your tastes? Yeah, you’ve started dating men, so it’s not surprising you’re drinking to change things up.” He draped his arm over Fan Xiao’s shoulder, grinning lewdly. “Slept with him? How was it?”
Fan Xiao frowned slightly and broke free from Shi Lihua’s arm: “Don’t fucking be so clingy, or I’ll sleep with you.”
Shi Lihua shuddered, but after the initial shock subsided, he leaned in and started teasing her: “Since you’re good with men, and we grew up together, why didn’t you fancy me?”
Fan Xiao almost choked on his drink, and he looked at Shi Lihua as if he were an idiot.
Shi Lihua laughed heartily: “If you really like me, my old man will definitely wash me clean inside and out, and then gratefully send me to your bed.”
After receiving a glare from Fan Xiao, Shi Lihua chuckled to himself for a while, then frowned as he finished laughing: “Honestly, I really don’t understand what you’re trying to do to that guy surnamed You. There are plenty of ways to deal with him if you don’t like him, why bother… You didn’t always do things this way.”
Fan Xiao took a sip of wine and found it bland, but he didn’t change his drink. He hadn’t finished his painting last night for some reason, and now his hands were itching to continue. He wanted to continue tonight, so he couldn’t get too drunk.
As for why he didn’t finish the painting, Fan Xiao still feels a tightness in his lower body and a burning desire, making his mouth dry and his throat parched.
A plain white shirt, black trousers, gold-rimmed glasses casually perched on a shelf, slightly disheveled hair and pale ankles…
You Shulang leaned back in the recliner by the window, propping one leg up, his wrist casually resting on his knee, a cigarette loosely held between his fingers, long plumes of smoke rising, but he barely inhaled; his other hand was flipping through documents, probably not important matters, so he didn’t seem particularly serious, his gaze was relaxed and lazy, and he would occasionally glance at Fan Xiao.
“I had no idea you could draw.”
Fan Xiao withdrew his gaze from the beautiful ankle and then focused on You Shulang’s open collar, glancing at the deep collarbone as he said, “You haven’t had any formal training, but you do have some talent.”
You Shulang chuckled, his voice slightly muffled as he exhaled a cigarette: “Well, let me see my boyfriend’s talent today.”
“I may have inherited my mother’s genes. She loved painting all her life and was talented, but she didn’t achieve much. When she was young, she could only work as a tutor, teaching children to paint.”
Fan Xiao sharpened the charcoal pencil and made the first stroke on the sketch paper: “My older brother was her student when he was young, and the person he hated the most was me.”
You Shulang’s gaze darkened, and he slowly lost his relaxed expression.
“Because he always felt that the art teacher he chose had ruined his family, causing his father and mother to divorce.” With just a few strokes, the outline of a man’s face appeared on the sketch paper. “He was burdened with shackles and hated me and my mother to the core. After my mother died, he hated me even more. When he was a child, he would smash my drawing board, and when he grew up, he would steal my business.”
A corner of the document bore a fingerprint, but You Shulang deliberately spoke with a light tone: “So, you hid here?”
Fan Xiao laughed and quickly wrote on the paper: “It’s not that bad. The domestic market and resources are incomparable to that tiny place. I brought a lot of money here, and my two brothers are green with envy.”
Fan Xiao leaned back, glanced at the outline on the paper from a distance, then adjusted it with his brush, saying as he drew, “It seems I still have the upper hand for now, but…”
“But what?”
“Relax your back, Director You, I need you to maintain that initial sense of relaxation.” With You Shulang’s reluctant cooperation, Fan Xiao smiled and started writing again. “However, I could be brought down and killed by them at any time. My family is a cannibalistic machine.”
You Shulang lowered his raven feathers and asked in a soft voice, “What will happen in the end if you are brought down and killed?”
Fan Xiao shrugged: “I have nothing.”
You Shulang tilted his head back and took a drag of his cigarette. His stretched neck made his prominent Adam’s apple appear even sharper. He slowly slid his head back and exhaled a long plume of white smoke into the air above. “Don’t be afraid of having nothing.” He turned his head to look at Fan Xiao, his eyes filled with warmth. “Even if you really have nothing, you still have me. I’ll take care of you.”
With a pause, the lines veered off course. It was the first time Fan Xiao had held a paintbrush, yet he had no desire to paint.
It took him a lot of effort to find his voice: “Director You has been drinking today, can his drunken words be taken seriously?”
“It counts.” The man touched his lips. “Or you can stamp it.”
Flames burned inside him. Fan Xiao gripped the charcoal pencil tightly. Their eyes met for a long while before he said coldly, “Lie back down, unbutton two more buttons, pull up your trousers, and show your ankles.”
He put down his pen, stood up, and walked over.
“I need to experience it first before I can paint well.” With his arms supporting him on either side of the man’s body, he tempted, “Director You, do you want a good painting? Open your legs and beg me to come in.”
The white shirt was crumpled, and the red mark on the ankle was visible in the picture…
“What are you thinking about? I’m asking you a question!” Shi Lihua nudged Fan Xiao, who was lost in thought. “What exactly are you trying to do by getting entangled with that guy surnamed You?”
The man lowered his gaze, his knuckles white as he gripped the wine glass, and his voice was low and sarcastic: “What for? Just boredom, using him to kill time. Once you’re done playing with him and tired of him, you’ll dump him.”
