Su Lanqiao's hand hovered over the door handle, then pulled back, quickly returning, "Add me, do it now." He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and as he was about to scan the QR code, the phone blinked twice and turned off.
Chu Cheng stared at the black screen, "..."
It was all because he had just played too much of that Linkup game, it really drains the battery.
Licking his lips, Su Lanqiao felt utterly embarrassed, “Do you have a charger? Let me borrow it for a few minutes."
"What's wrong with you? How can you be so scatterbrained and still survive?" Chu Cheng massaged his forehead, then tossed a charger over from the other side. "If I hadn't called you, were you planning to walk back?"
"Call a taxi with my phone..." Su Lanqiao realized halfway that Chu Cheng was teasing him. His face reddened. "I didn't pay attention to the battery..."
Before he turned fourteen, he was indeed a young master. Although the atmosphere at home was always tense, there were always plenty of household servants. He didn’t need to worry about these trivial matters.
When he later attended college and became friends with Yue Xi, who was someone meticulously attentive, there was no need for him to worry about anything either.
So, he had lived his life in a daze until now.
Charging the phone required some time, and the two of them sat in the living room, silently staring at one another, creating an awkward atmosphere.
"President Chu, have you had your meal? Are you hungry?" Su Lanqiao's eyes were fixed on the red charging indicator on the phone, struggling to find a topic.
Chu Cheng glanced at him with a hint of a smile, "Are you going to cook for me if I say I’m hungry?"
"... I can't cook, but I can order takeout for you." Su Lanqiao wanted to punch himself. Why did he bring up this embarrassing topic and reveal that he had zero life skills?
Chu Cheng chuckled and opened the cigarette case, leisurely lighting another cigarette. "I was just teasing, I have already eaten."
"Oh..."
The atmosphere once again fell into silence. Su Lanqiao scratched his head, not knowing what to chat about with Chu Cheng.
He knew very little about his life; he only had an understanding from their time at school.
At that time, Su Lanqiao was not as straightforward and bold as he is now. He would silently watch, and the two rarely spoke to each other. Even if they happened to run into each other, he would avoid Chu Cheng.
He could recite the books Chu Cheng had read and the awards he had received by memory, but nothing else.
Before that was their first encounter, a topic he didn't know when would be appropriate to bring up.
The phone finally rang, breaking the awkward atmosphere. Su Lanqiao hurriedly picked up the phone and opened WeChat. Sitting on the sofa, he shifted closer to Chu Cheng, "Scan mine."
With one hand holding the phone, Chu Cheng opened the scanning code, and the verification request appeared on the screen.
Su Lanqiao and Chu Cheng were shoulder to shoulder, and he took a deep breath, still able to smell the faint trace of the cigarette that Chu Cheng had just smoked, a brand he often smoked, which gave off a scent resembling some kind of tea leaves.
He didn't want to leave.
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"Or you could be a little more shameless, Su Lanqiao pinched the palm of his hand, looked down at his phone, and a new chat box popped up.
"You have added Chu, you can start chatting now."
Su Lanqiao's throat went dry as he stared blankly at the empty chat box.
Chu Chengxian leaned lazily against the sofa, watching the pensive little model, and asked, "Alright, you can go now."
"Uh, okay." Su Lanqiao unplugged the charging cable, slowly stood up and walked towards the door. His fingertips were still on the phone's keyboard, getting closer and closer to the door, his heart pounding.
He gritted his teeth and typed into the chat box, "Mr. Chu, can I stay tonight?"
With a tremble of his hand, the message was sent. Despite the few meters of distance between them, turning around to face each other, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Su Lanqiao dared not look back at Chu Cheng, wondering what kind of gaze he was being subjected to—mockery or scorn?
He had done another stupid thing.
His hand on the doorknob, he silently pressed down, and the phone vibrated.
Su Lanqiao took a deep breath and glanced down at the phone's screen reminder.
Chu: [You can.]
You can? You can what?
Su Lanqiao suddenly turned around, and with a click, the crystal chandelier in the living room was turned off, casting the room into dimness, with only the light from the street lamps outside creeping in through the large French window.
In the darkness, he fell into an embrace, carrying the warmth of a person's skin.
"Chu, Mr. Chu..." Su Lanqiao struggled to lift his head from the neck, meeting Chu Cheng's eyes in the darkness, with a profound meaning in his gaze.
Chu Cheng casually held his waist, pinched it, his voice hoarse, "What do you want to stay for?"
He was a normal man, especially after becoming addicted, having physiological needs was normal.
Night itself was suitable for indulgence, and it was the little model who provoked him.
"Do whatever you want to do..." Su Lanqiao felt like his face was about to explode when he got to this point.
How did their relationship become even more bizarre, progressing towards being friends with benefits?
The atmosphere of this conversation felt like the first time they met, with a thousand subtle heartbeats.
Just ten minutes ago, he was solemnly fastening his buttons, preparing to leave.
How did things turn out like this?
Chu Cheng chuckled, changed his address, and kicked the ball back, "Kitten, what do you think I want to do?"
The words "kitten" were simple, but coming from his voice made it seem a bit suggestive.
Su Lanqiao's mind seemed to be in a slightly tipsy state, and he couldn't be bothered to think too much. Since it was delivered to his door, he might as well take advantage of it.
So, he tiptoed slightly and put his lips on Chu Cheng's ear, lightly biting.
The implications were clear.
"Don't bite, it's ticklish." Chu Cheng reached over and turned his chin, brushing his lower lip with his thumb, the thin callus grazing the edge of his lip, his voice lowering, "Upstairs."
Su Lanqiao felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his body. The room was quiet, with the almost imperceptible breathing of two people, very light.
For the first time, he felt that the three floors of stairs were so long, and even thought about running up three steps at a time and lying on the bed, waiting for Chu Cheng to come up.
With the word "erotic" on his mind, feeling no shame, Su Lanqiao despised himself ten thousand times over.
This time, it was truly familiar, and Boss Chu had made rapid progress. Self-taught and successful, Su Lanqiao was left breathless.
After a round of tossing, he was completely exhausted.
He touched Chu Cheng, who was puffing on a post-coital cigarette, and said somewhat embarrassed, "Please be gentle, don't leave any marks on my body. I have a half-naked outfit for the fashion show tomorrow."
Chu Cheng relaxed with one hand behind his head and chuckled deeply. His voice still carried the lingering desire, "Are you inviting me again?"
"You didn't already..."
He had come three times.
Su Lanqiao covered his face with his hand, blocking his eyes tightly shut, unable to continue with this topic.
Something touched his lips, and the person's murmurs were unexpectedly gentle, "Alright, I'll be gentle later."