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Fei Du paused; then some mood caused him to add, “Shixiong.”
Luo Wenzhou: “…”
How could he use such an ordinary tone of voice to speak such an ordinary form of address and yet make it sound so sexual? It was really incomprehensible.


Luo Wenzhou stopped the falling jacket and looked over from behind his computer—Fei Du really was very pleasing to the eye. Anyone who had eyes had to admit it.




Fei Du rested a hand on his desk, looking loftily down on Luo Wenzhou. He leaned down and lowered his voice. “If you want to look, Captain Luo, go ahead and look all you want. I don’t charge.”
Fei Du’s momentary fragile expression softly vanished in thin air like steam. The ends of his peach blossom eyes turned up, and he quickly bent his head and kissed the back of Luo Wenzhou’s hand, fingers lightly brushing the most sensitive place on his palm. When Luo Wenzhou immediately pulled his hand away, Fei Du blinked innocently at him. “Goodness, I’m sorry. Captain Luo’s charms are truly too powerful. I accidentally advanced a little too far.”
Luo Wenzhou: “…”
This joker really had seduction down to a military strategy.
Luo Wenzhou put out his cigarette, pressed his thumb to his forehead, and for no reason at all very much wanted to see Fei Du.

Luo Wenzhou wasn’t any kind of man of honor to sit there calmly and be kissed. A whole day of emotional vicissitudes had critically depleted his willpower, and moreover it had been a long time since he’d encountered an expert kisser like Fei Du. With his intellect’s spirit struck dumb, his impetuous body was drawn on by the trace of warmth already existing in his heart; it answered involuntarily, acting first and asking permission later, ordering him to raise his hand and press it to the back of Fei Du’s neck, ready to draw him into his arms.
He put the sugar water in front of Fei Du, wanting him to drink it himself, but he found that Fei Du’s hands were shaking so hard he could hardly hold the glass. He could only bow to his fate, snatch the glass away, and hold it up for Fei Du to drink.
Fei Du sighed gently. “Shixiong, I’m going to love you until you can’t escape.”


Because Luo Wenzhou had suddenly bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
Fei Du: “…”
Luo Wenzhou not very gently stroked his rumpled hair, clearly seeing panic flash across Fei Du’s face.—It really was strange that a playboy who could flirt a person into a fantasy, who was equal to anything, would panic like a child someone had confessed their feelings to for the first time because a person kissed his forehead.

It was as if he’d never known warmth in his life.
First, Fei Du stared. Then his pupils contracted, and he immediately threw himself forward, grabbing Luo Wenzhou by the waist and pushing him back.

“Fei Du…”
Luo Wenzhou’s suspended heart was instantly electrified. First it trembled. Then it began to beat wildly as if in revolt, nearly overloading, about to burst out at any moment.
“Fei Du!”


Suddenly, something blocked his eyes.
Then warm lips lightly touched his forehead. A sense of familiarity about the sensation made Fei Du calm down.
“I’m here,” this person said into his ear. “Everything is all right. Rest now, we’ll talk when you wake up.”

“What’s the matter?”
In a somewhat strange voice, Fei Du said, “Nothing. I love you, shixiong.”
Luo Wenzhou knew perfectly well that the words “I love you” coming out of Fei Du’s mouth were about the same as “Have you eaten?” but he still accidentally bumped into a drinking fountain in the hall.
Then warm lips lightly touched his forehead. A sense of familiarity about the sensation made Fei Du calm down. "I'm here," this person said into his ear.
"Everything is all right. Rest now, we'll talk when you wake up."
Luo Wenzhou gently shook his head. "When other people get brought in there, they have someone waiting outside. If he doesn't have anyone, I'm afraid he'll be broken-hearted and won't be willing to come back"
"Why has so much been going on lately? It's all because Mercury's in retrograde!"
Only in front of Luo Wenzhou, who'd thought so highly of himself when he was young and had always wanted to pry people's painted faces off, had he given up the act, simply letting the human skin he wore hang loosely, letting him see the vicious fangs.