Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 50

Chapter 50 Cohabitation
2024-10-13 07:22 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
By the time You Shulang realized what was happening, he had already climbed another step. He turned back, walked to his front door, and was about to take out his key to open it when he remembered that the door had been replaced with a fingerprint lock. The old lock, along with the key that he and Lu Zhen had returned, had been thrown into the trash can by Fan Xiao.

Fan Xiao was incredibly jealous. Thinking of this, You Shulang revealed a helpless yet indulgent smile, his first smile of the day, breaking through the layers of gloom surrounding him.

After unlocking the door with his fingerprint, You Shulang opened it, only to be greeted not by a silent room, but by the rich aroma of curry.

The kitchen exhaust fan was whirring, and amidst the clatter of spatulas and pots, a Thai phrase occasionally popped out, creating a chaotic scene.

You Shulang changed his shoes, picked up his briefcase, and walked to the corner of the living room, where he could see the entire kitchen.

The tall man wore a black shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing his strong, healthy forearms. He wore a dark brown apron, and his bangs were pulled back with a simple wavy headband. His profile was strong and deep-set, and the muscles in his arms bulged as he wielded the spatula, arousing a strong desire in one’s heart.

You Shulang leaned against the wall and squinted, thinking that such a “beauty” was better placed in the bed than in the kitchen.

Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted from the stove, threatening to spread from the bottom of the pot into it. Fan Xiao quickly took a step back and cursed, his displeasure evident even though it was in Thai.

“I’ll do it.” You Shulang put down his briefcase, strode into the kitchen, and, to Fan Xiao’s surprise, took the wok off the stove and turned off the fire.

“The oil splashed onto the fire.” He turned to look at Fan Xiao behind him. “Were you scared?”

“When did you get back? Didn’t you say you’d be back in half an hour?”

After extinguishing the flames, You Shulang put the pot back on the stove and turned on the gas.

“Come here,” he commanded with a smile.

The two were only a fist’s distance apart, so Fan Xiao naturally interpreted “come over” as an embrace.

He had just wrapped his arms around You Shulang’s waist from behind when he received a kiss from the man. You Shulang kissed the corner of his lips: “I missed you, so I drove a little faster.”

Fan Xiao’s heart felt like it was filled with colorful candies, so sweet it was almost cloying. He pulled You Shulang into his arms tightly, as if he wanted to meld him into his very bones.

You Shulang patted his arm lightly and asked with a smile, “I don’t know how to cook this dish. How do you prepare it?”

Fan Xiao whispered in his ear, “Just reduce the heat.”

The casserole pot simmering nearby was steaming, driving away the chill that You Shulang had brought in from outside.

“I didn’t expect you to actually be a good cook.”

“I’m not very good at it, so I called my family’s chef in Thailand for advice.” Fan Xiao pulled a crumpled menu covered in Thai writing from his pocket. “I’ve been studying it for several days this weekend.”

The broth in the pot bubbled and churned, and the rich aroma of curry filled the air. You Shulang’s heart, weary from a long day, felt a tender, bittersweet warmth.

Relax your back and lean into the firm embrace behind you: “I’m sorry, I spoiled the fun.”

Fan Xiao turned off the stove across him, his hard jawline brushing against You Shulang’s cheek. At the same time, gentle words drifted over him, as fine and subtle as spring rain in March in Jiangnan: “What’s the downside? Isn’t it Sunday night? The weekend isn’t over yet, my Director You.”

The meal consisted of three dishes and a soup, and although the taste was so-so, You Shulang asked for extra rice twice. An old movie was playing on the television, and the handsome men and beautiful women with deep-set eyes and sharp features from Southeast Asia were indeed pleasing to the eye.

The heavy curtains blocked out the starlight, leaving only black and white light and the rich aroma of food in the small room. The relaxation after his exhaustion made You Shulang cherish Fan Xiao’s efforts even more. And if Director You were to try to flatter him, he could melt his heart from the inside out. Fan Xiao, feeling completely smitten, sent several messages to his chef during dinner, finalizing the menu for three consecutive weeks.

However, nothing can stop the jealous king from going online at any time.

Fan Xiao scooped a spoonful of Tom Yum soup and brought it to You Shulang’s lips, asking casually, “How was your ex-boyfriend’s cooking?”

Faced with the jealous king, You Shulang was always helpless. He was unwilling to slander his ex, and knowing that Fan Xiao was sensitive, he could only avoid the main point: “He is busy with work and doesn’t go into the kitchen much.”

“So you’re the one who cooks for him?” Fan Xiao said sarcastically with a half-smile. “Director You’s job is quite leisurely.”

You Shulang drank the soup from Fan Xiao’s hand, then hooked his long arm around the man’s lips and kissed him. They shared the soup, and as their lips intertwined, You Shulang laughed and said, “Baby, next time when you make soup, put less vinegar in it, I can’t handle it.”

He got up and sat on Fan Xiao’s lap, then lowered his head and kissed those surprised eyes: “I don’t want anyone to bother us tonight, this is our weekend.”

At this moment, Fan Xiao naturally did whatever You Shulang said. He reached into the man’s shirt and ran his hand over the smooth back, his gaze like that of a hunting beast: “Such a beautiful weekend, what should we do next, Director You?”

You Shulang covered Fan Xiao’s hand that was wrapped around his waist, glancing at the drawer containing leather gloves.

Fan Xiao heard the sound of his blood rushing back to his head. He stretched out his arm, opened the drawer, took out black military gloves, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Want more?”

The two were only close enough for each other to breathe. You Shulang took the gloves and slowly put them on Fan Xiao’s hands, almost reverently.

The leather insulated against the heat and reflected a dim light, giving it an ascetic and cold appearance. You Shulang took that hand and slowly placed it on his neck, his gaze clear and cold, mixed with a sense of fragmented despair.

Don’t you want it?

Black and white, strength and fragility, power and humility.

What man could resist such temptation? Fan Xiao concealed all his emotions, like a warlord wielding power, looking at the man before him whom he could take whatever he wanted. A bloodthirsty madness swelled infinitely within him. He suddenly tightened his grip, grabbing You Shulang’s neck, and asked calmly yet coldly, “Can you give me anything I want?”

With the oxygen cut off, You Shulang’s face turned pale. He gently placed his hand on Fan Xiao’s wrist and answered with some difficulty, “What do you want?” You Shulang said a line from the movie, “My most precious love has already been given to you.”

Fan Xiao’s hand trembled, and he suddenly loosened his grip. For some reason, a pang of sadness swept through his heart. Before it could overwhelm him, he suddenly slumped down, hoisted You Shulang onto his shoulder, and strode towards the bedroom, where he collapsed onto the large bed.

Amidst the churning of the covers, the two entered the crevice of longing. Fingers wrapped in soft black leather plunged deep into the mouth, shattering the agonizing moans; cold, merciless leather gripped the ankle, pressing down repeatedly, exploring the body’s ultimate flexibility; a black executioner pressed against the prominent shoulder blades, tearing away with all its might its tenderness, dreams, and the fluttering hope…

“You Shulang,” Fan Xiao called out to him.

With a slight lift of his eyelids, You Shulang’s expression was already somewhat dazed. He softly responded, “Hmm? Fan Xiao?”

His voice was low and hoarse, perhaps due to fatigue, but it had a deep and gentle quality.

Fan Xiao loved hearing him call her name, especially in bed. It was more than just ordinary affection; it was blatant “love.”

A multitude of emotions surged in Fan Xiao’s eyes, hot and cold, wild and slow, a deep-seated excitement and cruel ruthlessness, flickering and tug-of-war.

“คุณไม่คิดว่าคุณใจร้ายเหรอ? ”

The words spoken to You Shulang also seemed to be spoken to himself.

Avoiding those tender eyes, Fan Xiao lowered his eyelids and leaned down to kiss them.

The kiss, imbued with a strong sense of aggression, seemed to be a form of catharsis, a declaration that he was dominating You Shulang’s world, dominating the ridiculous emotions of this supposedly benevolent man.

But, Fan Xiao, why are you unhappy?

I stayed up very late, completely exhausted.

After showering, the two of them, unusually, did not sleep together in each other’s arms, but instead each occupied a spot on one side of the bed.

The bedroom curtains had been changed, and there wasn’t a ray of light in the room. Fan Xiao stared into the boundless darkness, feeling the steady breathing of the person beside him.

After a long time, the person next to him suddenly moved. You Shulang carefully got up, moved slowly out of the bedroom, and closed the door again.

Five minutes later, Fan Xiao also went out and found the man’s figure on the narrow balcony.

You Shulang was smoking. He was only wearing a thin nightgown and stood on the unheated enclosed balcony, looking as ethereal and lonely as the smoke curling between his fingers.

Fan Xiao pushed open the balcony door and went inside, draping a coat over You Shulang’s shoulders from behind. The man was clearly surprised, took off his cigarette, and asked, “Did I disturb you when I came out?”

“No.” Fan Xiao hugged You Shulang, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said in a sly tone, “Looks like I still haven’t squeezed Director You dry enough to make you still have the energy to get up and smoke.”

“Damn it,” You Shulang chuckled and cursed under his breath. He patted Fan Xiao’s hand and said, “It’s cold here. Go back. I’ll go to sleep after I finish my cigarette.”

“Something on your mind?” Fan Xiao asked.

You Shulang paused for a moment, then shook his head: “No, I just wanted to have a smoke.”

“I’m your boyfriend, are you going to hide something from me?”

You Shulang glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Come inside, I’ll tell you.”

After putting out their cigarettes, the two went into the room. Fan Xiao was shivering from the cold, so You Shulang led him to the bed and held him in his arms.

“I’m going to sell this house.”

“Why?”

You Shulang’s house is old and, although it is located in the city center, it is not in a good school district, so it is worth a little money, but not much.

You Shulang doesn’t have high material desires. Given his personality, he wouldn’t consider selling the house unless he encountered some insurmountable obstacle.

Fan Xiao turned on the bedside lamp: “Have you encountered some difficulties?”

“I went to see my brother this weekend.” You Shulang put Fan Xiao’s cold hand into his pajamas. “He urgently needs money, and I don’t have enough savings, so I’m planning to sell this house.”

Fan Xiao thought of another young face in the photo he had secretly kept: “How much do you need? I can…”

“Fan Xiao,” You Shulang interrupted Fan Xiao, “This is why I didn’t want to tell you. I don’t want you to get involved in this. But, a real estate agent will be bringing people to see the house tomorrow, so it’s really not appropriate not to tell you.”

A framed photo of the handsome Fan Xiao sat on the bedside table in the bedroom. Such photos were commonplace in this small 80-square-meter apartment. When You Shulang had put it up, he felt a little helpless looking at Fan Xiao’s jealous expression. Now that he had to put it away, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness.

“We are lovers, but on the premise that we are both independent individuals, this matter is still within my ability to handle. If I really can’t handle it, then I will ask Mr. Fan for help.”

Fan Xiao knew You Shulang’s personality best. Since You Shulang had already said so much, Fan Xiao had nothing more to say. His gaze darkened, and he said with some displeasure, “Move to my place tomorrow. We don’t need this shabby little house. We can buy a better one later.”

You Shulang hooked his finger around his palm: “I’ve already applied for dormitory accommodation with the company, so…”

Fan Xiao took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, saying coolly, “Director You, so what?”

You Shulang reached out and took the cigarette, then patted Fan Xiao’s head like he was petting a dog: “You’re tired, stop fooling around. There’s no room for discussion about living together. Go to sleep now.”

With the lights off, Fan Xiao was alone in the darkness… throwing a tantrum.