The next morning, Mu Chengguang woke up with a splitting headache from his hangover. Shuai Chang went downstairs and brought back some porridge, saying, “I added honey; it’s delicious. Come on, just drink a few sips. You can’t skip breakfast.”
“Okay.” Mu Chengguang’s voice was weak as he nestled in Shuai Chang’s arms, mouth open for feeding.
After finishing the porridge, Mu Chengguang closed his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed. Shuai Chang let him lie on his lap and began to massage his head.
“Mm~ Teacher Nan, that feels so good, don’t stop.” The pain eased under those hands, and Mu Chengguang couldn’t help but hum happily in response.
Mu Baichun’s room was next door to Mu Chengguang’s. After getting drunk last night and being forced into a situation, he woke up feeling extremely depressed. Little did he know that when he walked out, passing by Mu Chengguang’s door, he overheard this scene, leaving him choking back a mouthful of old blood—he didn’t know whether to vomit or swallow.
“Public indecency during the day! What kind of decorum is this?” Mu Baichun angrily stormed downstairs, the envy he felt for Mu Chengguang only known to himself.
“Teacher Nan, did I just hear Mu Baichun’s voice?” Mu Chengguang weakly opened his eyes to ask.
“You must be mistaken,” Shuai Chang replied softly.
“Oh.” Mu Chengguang unconditionally trusted him, closing his eyes again to savor the moment.
When his three childhood friends heard that he had returned to the old house, they all came to visit him.
Shuai Chang helped Mu Chengguang downstairs, his steps unsteady, his pale face a stark contrast to his red lips.
Mu Chengguang sat on the sofa, and Shuai Chang placed a cushion behind him. “I’ll go wash some fruits in the kitchen.”
“Mm, Teacher Nan.” Mu Chengguang reluctantly watched Shuai Chang’s departing figure.
Since waking up that morning, he felt like Teacher Nan was treating him even better. If before he had been subconsciously encouraged to develop his independence, now it felt like he was being shielded from everything. Mu Chengguang couldn’t help but reveal a dazed smile.
Liu Zhi plopped down beside Mu Chengguang and joked, “Chengguang, did you two have a fierce battle last night? Look at your little face.”
“Ugh.” Mentioning this made Mu Chengguang feel gloomy. Although Teacher Nan pampered him, he had never crossed any lines. Even though they had been married for over a year, he almost felt that Teacher Nan was raising him like a son instead of a wife.
“What’s wrong? Did he bully you?” Liu Zhi’s keen gaze caught Mu Chengguang’s melancholy.
Mu Chengguang glanced at him, speaking softly and with a hint of grievance, “It’s just that he won’t bully me, and that makes me sad.”
“What do you mean?” Qian Xiang also became interested, sitting next to Mu Chengguang.
Yan Qinghe had nowhere to sit and could only move a stool to sit across from Mu Chengguang, enclosing him tightly.
“Actually,” Mu Chengguang bit his lip, feeling a bit shy to speak.
“With us being friends for over twenty years, you don’t trust us? We can definitely give you some advice.” Yan Qinghe gently encouraged.
“Ah, forget it, I’ll just tell you. Teacher Nan and I, we’ve never done that.” Mu Chengguang said, blushing.
“That’s impossible, right? Didn’t I send you a video and a novel last time? You still don’t know how?”
Mu Chengguang shared the embarrassing experience of watching a video with Teacher Nan and being forced to memorize the Eight Honors and Eight Shames. “That night was just mortifying. I thought it was a gay movie, who knew Qinghe you would send me something like that.” The memories of the two men entangled on the screen made Mu Chengguang blush even more.
Qian Xiang said sternly, “What, is he not capable?”
Their Teacher Nan had such a great figure, and downstairs was quite impressive as well; how could he possibly not be capable?
Sometimes, when Mu Chengguang woke up in the mornings, he would notice a bulge making the thin fabric of his pajamas almost transparent.
“Teacher Nan is definitely capable; that’s beyond doubt.” Mu Chengguang’s mouth was dry, his heart racing, as inappropriate images filled his mind.
“Instead of thinking so much, why not experiment?” Liu Zhi grinned mischievously. “Chengguang, you just need to…”
Mu Chengguang was so embarrassed that his entire body turned red. “I…I’ll give it a try.”
Shuai Chang returned from washing the fruits just as the four were discussing a very serious topic; he sat down without suspicion and held out a large, red strawberry to Mu Chengguang’s lips. “Try it; it’s sweet.”
Mu Chengguang took a bite, the plump juice staining his lips, making them glisten and appear even more enticing than the strawberry.
Shuai Chang’s eyes darkened as he fed the other half of the strawberry into Mu Chengguang’s mouth. Mu Chengguang instinctively licked the juice from his lips and accidentally brushed against Shuai Chang’s fingers.
A thrilling sensation surged through him, and Shuai Chang stood up. “You guys continue, I need to use the restroom.” He feared he wouldn’t be able to resist immediately devouring Mu Chengguang if he stayed any longer.
Knowing that Mu Chengguang was actually Fan Luojia left Shuai Chang feeling restless every night.
That evening, Mu Chengguang brought him a glass of milk before bed. Shuai Chang asked, “What made you think of giving me milk?”
“Teacher Nan, you’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep for several nights. I heard that drinking a cup of milk before bed helps with sleep.”
Mu Chengguang blinked his eyes, and Shuai Chang felt a little guilty. He finished the warm milk in one go, but after drinking, his mouth felt bitter, not realizing it was his own heart that felt bitter as well. “You should go to bed now; I’ll take a shower.”
Although winter had not yet ended, Mu Chengguang had switched to a short-sleeved pajama top, and beneath his shorts were his long, straight, fair thighs, continually attracting Shuai Chang’s gaze. His eyes seemed uncontrollable, often lingering where they shouldn’t.
Feeling a bit hot, Shuai Chang decided to take a cold shower before bed.
He considered himself older, while Mu Chengguang lacked memories, with a mental age only twenty-four. Though he was hungry, he simply could not persuade himself to pursue a young man.
After showering and finally cooling down both physically and mentally, he returned to find Mu Chengguang already asleep, his rosy face peeking out from the covers, softening Shuai Chang’s heart.
The next day, Shuai Chang woke up to find his hands and feet tied to the headboard. He was not surprised at all, with only one thought in his mind: Mu Chengguang truly is Luo Jia, even the way he positioned himself was identical.
Mu Chengguang was crouched under the bed, facing away from him, fiddling with something.
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