Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 75
Chapter 75 Silent Love
2024-10-13 07:30 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
Three days later, You Shulang moved into Fan Xiao’s apartment.
*Thump!* A contract was slammed onto the table.
“What’s this?” Fan Xiao asked, taking the paper in his hand. After reading the words on the paper, his gaze darkened. “A sugar daddy/sugar baby contract?”
The four words successfully diminished the joy in Fan Xiao’s eyes caused by You Shulang’s arrival.
What does this mean?
“Literal meaning.” The spring sunshine in April was already bright, and You Shulang changed into a jacket, an old-fashioned style, black fabric, which made his face look even paler.
Fan Xiao slammed the contract face down on the table and pushed it away: “That’s not the kind of relationship we have.”
“What kind of relationship is that?” You Shulang’s eyes were clearly mocking. “What, you want to get your money’s worth for free?”
A dark cloud settled over Fan Xiaoying’s handsome face: “Shulang, I just want to go back to the way things were before.”
You Shulang scoffed, “I’d like to go back to the time before I met you. Is that possible?”
Looking at the indifferent gaze of the person opposite him, Fan Xiao suddenly felt all his strength drain away. He slowly sat down on the sofa, propped his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands: “Shu Lang, you can torture me, but don’t do it in this way that you humiliate yourself.”
“It’s not an insult.” You Shulang’s voice was calm, without any trace of anger, only a rational statement. “I just want to settle things with you clearly and plainly.”
Fan Xiao wiped his face, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the contract back: “Okay, I’ll sign it, but you have to take care of me instead.”
The pen tip touched the paper, and just as a single ink dot appeared, You Shulang stopped him.
“I don’t have any money to give you.”
“No need.” Fan Xiao gripped the pen tightly. “You can just cook for me.”
You Shulang took his hand off the paper, his attitude nonchalant: “If I were to keep you as a sugar daddy,” he rolled his eyes, “I would fuck you.”
The ink dots under the pen tip grew larger and larger, and before forming a dirty mark, Fan Xiao gave a reply.
“good.”
He wrote his name stroke by stroke, just like a student taking his exam seriously.
You Shulang suppressed the unreadable emotions in his eyes, took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, put it in his mouth, and spoke in a muffled voice.
“Then please go take a shower, Mr. Fan.”
When Fan Xiao emerged, still damp from the sweat, there were three cigarette butts stuck in the ashtray.
You Shulang fanned away the swirling smoke in front of him and said coldly, “Come here, Your Excellency.”
Fan Xiao was taken aback, but only for a moment, before walking to You Shulang’s side and kneeling down at his feet.
You Shulang scrutinized Fan Xiao as if he were an object, his gaze sweeping over him before clicking his tongue in displeasure and saying, “Go change into a suit.”
Slim-fit trousers hugged his long, slender thighs, and the top two buttons of his black shirt were undone below his throat, vaguely revealing his full chest muscles. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and subtly bulging muscles gave the man before him an air of both nobility and wildness.
Fan Xiao walked over, like a graceful cheetah approaching slowly.
He stood still, gazing at You Shulang with a morbidly devout look in his eyes. One knee slowly touched the ground, followed by the other. In the dim light, the usually domineering figure, even in his noble bearing, exuded a hint of danger.
You Shulang lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the noble yet still upright man in front of him. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder and slowly massaged it upwards. His fingertips traced across the Adam’s apple, and suddenly he grabbed the man’s chin.
Her voice was extremely flippant: “Everything is fine, except for this face, it’s annoying to look at.”
He was familiar with Fan Xiao’s apartment, so he opened the drawer of the low table next to the sofa and took out a ghost mask.
This is a souvenir that You Shulang bought while on vacation in Thailand, during the Rae Province Ghost Mask Festival. It was also on his way back to China after that vacation that he rear-ended Fan Xiao’s car on a deserted road near the airport.
It seemed as if everything was preordained, and from that time onward, evil spirits from hell followed him like a shadow.
When the two were getting along very well, Fan Xiao asked for this thing to play with, but his interest only lasted for a short while before he threw it into the drawer.
Now, this half-face demon mask is worn on Fan Xiao’s face, making him look sinister and terrifying with his green face and fangs.
You Shulang seemed satisfied, patted Fan Xiao on the back of the neck, and said, “Bite it out for me.”
Fan Xiao had done this before; on the contrary, he was keen on controlling every aspect of You Shulang’s body.
But he wasn’t used to the coldness of You Shulang; he wasn’t used to You Shulang biting him while changing the channel to watch TV.
The TV was showing an animal documentary. It depicted the law of the jungle most vividly.
The beastly genes within his body were suddenly awakened. He forced a deep gasp down, unexpectedly eliciting a gasp from You Shulang.
After several repetitive movements, You Shulang, who was out of sorts, successfully straightened his body.
But this angered someone. You Shulang grabbed Fan Xiao’s hair and pulled it up. The man’s pale face flushed slightly, and his expression was forced to show a disheveled anger.
“Wasn’t the service good enough?” Fan Xiao, wearing a ghost mask, asked slowly. His sexy lips were wet, and his sharp jawline, paired with the sinister ghost mask, somehow revealed a kind of aggressive beauty.
“Not bad.” You Shulang’s slightly hoarse voice betrayed his displeasure. “Now go to bed and wait for me!”
Fan Xiao’s master bedroom had a wide and large bed with black satin bedding that shimmered with a deep, dark light, like an endless abyss of desire.
The man was still dressed in a suit, but a few more buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his well-defined muscles, which were particularly striking even in the dim light. He leaned lazily against the bed, a cigarette between his fingers, his other hand loosely hooking his leather belt, the ghost mask lying beside him, still eerily terrifying.
Fan Xiao looked at You Shulang, who had pushed open the bedroom door, and asked loudly, “Are you still wearing the mask?”
His voice was hoarse and deep, clearly indicating that he had used too much force during the process.
You Shulang slowly walked into the bedroom: “No need to wear it anymore, after all, wearing it or not wearing it makes no difference.”
Fan Xiao’s breath hitched, and he subconsciously touched his chest, only to remember once again that his Four-Faced Buddha had already been thrown into the trash can by You Shulang.
His heart felt empty and aching. These two contradictory feelings intertwined, making it hard for Fan Xiao to breathe.
He thought that bringing You Shulang back into his life would free him from this terrible feeling, but now that the person he longed for was standing right in front of him, he felt even more distressed.
“Where are my clothes? Should I take them off myself, or will you do it?” Fan Xiao suppressed his gloom and tried his best to appear alluring.
You Shulang walked to the bedside and glanced at Fan Xiao’s long, broad hands: “Take them off yourself, then lie face down on the bed.”
With a cigarette still dangling from his long fingers, Fan Xiao slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Smoke billowed gently, and ash occasionally landed on his broad chest, exuding an overwhelming aura of masculinity.
The last piece of clothing landed, and a strong, muscular body came into You Shulang’s view.
Fan Xiao turned and lay face down on the bed, his broad shoulders facing the strong, resilient back of the lion.
You Shulang seemed to have never appreciated Fan Xiao from this perspective. Even with such a domineering attitude, Fan Xiao still possessed a muscular physique poised for action.
You Shulang bent down and slapped his firm, round, wheat-colored hand hard.
“Lower your waist.” He commanded coldly.
The two bodies finally pressed together, and You Shulang held down Fan Xiaofeng’s strong waist, which was as sharp as a blade.
Lacking the excitement and anticipation of an impending campaign, You Shulang gazed at Fan Xiao’s tense muscles, filled with sorrow.
The person I once loved without hesitation; the person I treated with all my tenderness; the person I willingly humbled myself before, has now ended up in this situation with me.
Sexual intimacy. He and Fan Xiao used to have a very harmonious relationship.
Nowadays, there is no pleasure in the bedroom, only harm.
The act of hurting and being hurt is mutual. In this incident, You Shulang seemed to be in control, but the double-edged sword also cut a wound in his heart.
The bloody wounds quickly extinguished You Shulang’s hopes, and his body lost its vigor.
Because they were pressed so closely together, Fan Xiao was acutely aware of the change. He turned around and looked behind him, seeing the lingering sorrow in You Shulang’s eyes and the rapidly spreading coldness.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I really have no interest in you; you’re disgusting.”
You Shulang withdrew from his body, lowered his eyes to adjust his pants, and missed the increasingly sinister look in Fan Xiao’s eyes.
“That’s enough for today.” You Shulang walked towards the door. But before he could finish speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
“A sugar daddy should act like a sugar daddy.” Fan Xiao, handsome as a god in a Western mural, spoke with a haunting voice that clung to You Shulang. “How can I, a kept man, let my sugar daddy leave with regrets?”
With a sudden pull, Fan Xiao threw You Shulang onto the bed, then quickly pounced on him, pressing down on the person he had been longing for.
I will make you happy.
After saying that, Fan Xiao pinched You Shulang’s chin with his long fingers and leaned down to kiss him heavily!
No kiss had ever been so brutal and bloody. Fan Xiao was practically risking having his tongue bitten off as he kissed You Shulang.
Fan Xiao’s hands roamed freely over the smooth skin, and it took all his strength to subdue the equally strong You Shulang beneath him.
The clothes were stripped off piece by piece and thrown haphazardly on the floor. When Fan Xiao finally penetrated Wen Nuan, all the struggle ceased…
You Shulang looked up into Fan Xiao’s eyes, watching the madness in those pupils gradually fade and be replaced by panic.
He was held tightly in the arms of the trembling man, listening to his helpless apologies and receiving his haphazard kisses.
“Hurry up and do it, I’m tired.”
You Shulang’s cold voice successfully stopped Fan Xiao’s incoherent rambling.
They stared at each other for a long time before Fan Xiao sighed and began to move.
This was a silent and protracted affair. There was no wicked teasing from Fan Xiao, nor any seductive whispers from You Shulang.
You Shulang was like a puppet, completely soulless and passively obeying. Fan Xiao, unwilling to accept this, became ruthless. He knew this body best and knew how to make it happy.
So many joyful moments, the sweat and passion in those moments, even though reason keeps telling me to forget, my body always remembers.
You Shulang finally reacted; he could clench his teeth, but he couldn’t stop a tear from slowly trickling down his temple…
