(VIII)

Under Shang Ke's insistence, the two ended up sleeping in separate rooms. After starting high school, they had moved out from their home and rented an apartment near the school. Every day they would go to school, go to work, train, shop… they were almost inseparable. Shang Ke felt it was rather incredible. They lived together for ten years and still weren't tired of it. It was really true love!

However, true love is just true love, and the bottom line must still be adhered to!

"Keke, my room smells weird," Feng Juan complained, his tone like he had been wronged.

Shang Ke sprayed air freshener.

"Keke, my bed is too hard."

Shang Ke helped him make the mattress thicker.

"Keke, I can't sleep without you."

Shang Ke arranged a photo of himself beside his bed.

"Keke, my room's soundproofing isn't good. What would I do if you hear me while I'm consoling myself?"

Shang Ke handed him a banana.

Feng Juan held the banana, his expression stiff. "..."

"What are you looking at? Eat it." Shang Ke continued as he peeled open his own, "Bananas can quench thirst, and can help constipation. Eating one occasionally will help your health."

Feng Juan stared at Shang Ke as he sucked his banana, and scenes not suitable for children flashed through his mind one by one, his body heating up. Who said bananas could help quench thirst?! He felt even more thirsty, alright?

Just as Feng Juan was thinking about what kind of position he should use to pounce, Shang Ke had already finished his banana and was turning to walk back to his room.

Feng Juan immediately followed him like a fluffy-tailed wolf, his tail wagging from side to side while scheming.

When he reached his room's entrance, Shang Ke glanced at the wolf with one hand on his door frame. "Go back to your own room and sleep."

Feng Juan played around with the banana in his hand and dawdled by the door, refusing to leave.

For such a tall, cool, and tyrant type of person to assume such a miserable appearance, was he trying to act cute in order to seduce him? Hmph, he would not compromise. Otherwise, this guy would want a mile after getting an inch.

"Keke, you don't love me anymore," Feng Juan's said with his eyes full of sadness.

"If you continue to disturb me, then I will only be able to say 'I once loved you.'"

Feng Juan felt as if an arrow had pierced his chest. It hurt so much.

Shang Ke's heart softened a bit as he watched Feng Juan's dispirited figure leaving, but he immediately berated himself. He could not yield no matter what!

The next day, Shang Ke saw that Feng Juan had developed dark eye circles, as if he had a kidney deficiency… no, a haggard appearance. It appeared that he hadn't slept well.

Shang Ke pretended to not notice and silently told himself that it would be fine after he gets used to it.

The two people tidied up and left together. In front of others, Feng Juan returned to his mature and coldly arrogant appearance, acting swiftly and decisively. He pressured a group of simple youths into submission, completely different from his proud and pampered unruliness at home.

Feng Juan liked hot-blooded sports, while Shang Ke enjoyed peace. Every time that Feng Juan had an event, he would always ask Shang Ke to watch. So long as Shang Ke was present, he would act as though he had been injected with chicken blood, his vigorous energy causing countless female students to scream. However, there was only one person that he wanted to attract.

Feng Juan casually wiped away his sweat on the basketball court, and his muscles flexed with his movements, bursting with astonishing power.

Shang Ke had no choice but to admit that this kind of Feng Juan was very eye-catching, capable of making his heart skip a beat.

Feng Juan returned to Shang Ke's side after the match ended, and although his face was rather expressionless, his eyes were bright like a pair of blazing fires.

Shang Ke couldn't help but avert his eyes, handing a towel and water bottle to him.

"Let's go back home. We have a Masquerade tonight that we can't miss." Feng Juan nonchalantly wiped his sweat and swung his bag over his shoulder, pulling Shang Ke away to leave.

"Hm."

The Masquerade was organized by the school to celebrate the students' upcoming summer vacation. Every grade had a theme, with the theme for Shang Ke's grade being black and white. In other words, everyone could only wear black and white.

Shang Ke and Feng Juan had already prepared their costumes, but besides knowing the other's color, they kept their designs from each other. They planned to look for each other at the dance.

Shang Ke arrived at the dance a bit earlier than Feng Juan. His costume was an entirely white suit. A silver mask covered his face, while his black hair was hidden by a long, golden wig. His entire person looked like a nobleman from medieval times.

He leaned against a pillar while his gaze roamed the venue. Many people tried to strike up a conversation, but he tactfully refused them all.

Right at this moment, the lights dimmed as the music played. Everyone screamed excitedly.

Shang Ke was suddenly grabbed by his waist and taken into someone's embrace. Then, his lips heated up and a passionate tongue entered.

He was just about to struggle, but the other had long since been prepared, and sealed off all his methods of attack.

It was Feng Juan! Although the lights were dimmed, Shang Ke easily recognized him by his scent. This guy didn't dare to show his love openly, and instead took advantage of the event to make mischief in the dark. No wonder this guy, who usually dislikes parties, was so hyped for the masquerade.

The darkness hid their shyness, apprehension, and the rules.

Their bodies were tightly bound together, and they kissed passionately amid all the noise with no intentions of releasing each other.

Feng Juan's intense and vigorous desire almost burned Shang Ke until nothing was left. He was like a beast that had tasted a delicacy after being starved for a long time, and had lost all control. If their location was different, Shang Ke knew that he would have been swallowed whole without hesitation.

He didn't know how much time passed before the light once again returned. Shang Ke blinked his eyes, and once he opened them, Feng Juan had disappeared without a trace.

The moment the lights came back on, Feng Juan had immediately released Shang Ke and rushed into a dark corner. He leaned against the wall, panting for air as his heart nearly beat out of his chest. He felt like his body was about to explode.

"Keke…" he covered his mouth as he softly spoke his name. He felt as though he was close to reaching his limit.

Half an hour later, after returning to normal Feng Juan pretended to have just arrived and "unexpectedly" found Shang Ke. Afterwards, he tried to sneakily sized him up, but unfortunately for him, he simply couldn't see Shang Ke's expression behind his mask. All he could see were his rosy lips below the mask.

Feng Juan's gaze darkened, and the fire in his body that had just settled was rekindled.

After the dance ended, the two silently returned home. The atmosphere was stifling and tense.

When they had just entered the room, Shang Ke was heavily pressed against the door. Following that, he experienced a violent onslaught.

Feng Juan kissed him passionately and plundered his breath.

"You knew it was me, right?" Feng Juan bit his lip, his voice hoarse as he asked.

Shang Ke softly gasped for breath. After a period of silence, he made a soft sound of confirmation.

After hearing the affirmative response, Feng Juan picked up Shang Ke and threw him on the bed without any hesitation.

"Wait…" Shang Ke tried to struggle and save his principles from the approaching crisis.

"I can't wait anymore." Perhaps Shang Ke's feelings for him were still familial, and weren't quite those of lovers, but so long as he softened in the slightest, Feng Juan would not let him go.

In the face of Feng Juan's fierce attacks, Shang Ke did not have the power to resist and finally gave up, letting them sink into oblivion.

Their clothes fell to the ground messily as the two passionate bodies tangled together. Their night passed sleeplessly…

Shang Ke woke up feeling muddled and went to check his cell phone out of habit, but a large hand stopped him.

Shang Ke wanted to turn around, but he was suddenly entered from behind, followed by a rhythmic rocking. Shang Ke was exhausted, and only instinctively resisted a bit before letting him do as he pleased.

Feng Juan's energy was overflowing after tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, and he bothered Shang Ke endlessly.

If it wasn't for both of their bodies being pretty fit, they likely wouldn't have been able to get out of bed the next day.

By the time Shang Ke was fully awake, Feng Juan had already left the room.

He looked down at all of the traces on his body and thought back to the previous night's intense battle, and felt his face heating up.

Shang Ke absentmindedly rubbed his hair and got out of bed to wash up. What he didn't expect was that just as his feet touched the ground, he felt something flowing out from his body.

He silently cursed, and used weak legs to quickly enter the bathroom.

When Feng Juan returned to the room, Shang Ke had already finished washing up and was dressed in home clothing, tidying up the room.

He quietly walked over to him and held his waist, intimately calling out once, "Keke."

Shang Ke pushed him away, saying, "Go away, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Why?" Feng Juan asked shamelessly, "Didn't I perform well yesterday?"

"Where do you think you were good?"

Feng Juan seriously thought about it and replied, "Endurance, stamina."

Shang Ke glared at him, a faint charm he wasn't aware of flowing from him and causing Feng Juan's heart to skip a beat.

"Keke, I will go and move everything from that room over." He impatiently walked out.

"Wait." Shang Ke quickly stopped him, asking "Why are you moving it here?"

"So that I can sleep in the same room as you," Feng Juan answered as if it was completely justified.

"You can't," Shang Ke did not want to overindulge in debauchery and spoke, "We have to sleep separately."

"Why?" Feng Juan thought that after the previous night, their relationship had been made clear.

" I said you can't so you can't."

Feng Juan felt silent for a moment, then asked, "Keke, do you hate making love with me? Or can you not accept men having sex?"

"That's not it." Shang Ke was just about to correct his misunderstanding when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked up his phone and said a few words before hanging up. He told Feng Juan, "Juan Juan, something came up so I need to go out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

"A friend asked me for help," Shang Ke said as he hurriedly changed his clothes.

"Isn't your friend my friend? I'll go with you."

"There's no need," Shang Ke refused and put on his shoes. He then bid farewell to Feng Juan and left.

Feng Juan's heart felt stuffy after being left at home. His happiness from finally realizing his desires was completely destroyed.

Did last night happen because of Keke's usual indulgence? If that was so, then he would have Keke "indulge" him for a lifetime!

By the time Shang Ke returned, it was already very late.

When he walked in his room, he discovered that bastard Feng Juan had actually moved everything of his over.

"I'm back." Feng Juan was wearing a single towel as he strided past Shang Ke and lifted the blanket, before lying on the bed.

Shang Ke's gaze stopped on his sturdy muscles for a moment before saying, "I want to talk to you about something."

"We don't need to talk if it's about sleeping in separate rooms." Feng Juan assumed a stubborn 'I've decided to stay here no matter what' expression.

Shang Ke's lips twitched a bit, but he then sat on the bed and said to him, "Juan Juan, have you ever thought about your family?"

A trace of confusion flashed through Feng Juan's eyes, and he asked, "Why would you suddenly mention that?"

"Because," Shang Ke's expression was very serious as he said, "I may have news on your family."