"Who is Qie Xieling's class president?"

LinLin: Dad, I am fine.

LinLin: Just don't overwork yourself tonight.

DaddyWen: You call me if you need me to pick you up.

DaddyWen: I love you <3

LinLin: I love you too ;-)

This was the first-night Qie Xieling wasn't in the care of his family and this dad wasn't doing so well. He was lying with his belly flat on the bed stuck in his feelings.

He suddenly opened his gallery and scrolled through all his videos before clicking one with a thumbnail of baby Lin Lin's face zoomed in on the camera.

He pressed play and at the beginning of the video baby Lin Lin had deliberately pressed the live button on his father's Weibo and with a drooling mouth, he began to burble nonsense.

The live broadcast was suddenly flooded by viewers and some were even flooding the screen with gifts.

Wen Qinxi couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. His baby was all grown up and could even go camping without him. Time was indeed the enemy.

Wen Qinxi heard his voice in the video calling Qie Xieling and the baby turned his head back showing his two front teeth. When he heard his father's footsteps he stood up and bolted unsteadily running away with the cell phone still recording.

While he ran he was giggling and the barrage of comments on the screen were cheering him on and telling him to run faster.

Qie Xieling ran but with his short legs how far could he go? "Lin Lin give dad back his phone," said Wen Qinxi in the video but the camera view changed as he hid it in his clothes while giggling.

Sounds of rustling followed and Wen Qinxi's face finally appeared with a look of utter shock when he saw that this was a live broadcast. The video ended there and Wen Qinxi was bawling his eyes out. Why did they grow up so fast?

Qie Ranzhe who was standing in the kitchen washing a bowl of strawberries looked at his cell phone and saw that his son had replied.

LinLin: I am having fun don't worry. Just make sure dad doesn't work overtime.

Qie Ranzhe glanced at the strawberries and can of whipped cream with a slight smile. He couldn't promise that at all.

DaddyQie: Who are you sharing a tent with?

Qie Xieling took a very long time to reply but this didn't raise his suspicions. He just thought that his son was busy getting ready for bed or something. After almost five minutes, Qie Xieling replied,

LinLin: The class president.

Qie Ranzhe had no idea who in Qie Xieling's class was the class president. He just typed in,

DaddyQie: Okay, don't stay up late.

DaddyQie: <3

In a great mood, he picked up the bowl and can before walking slowly upstairs. The master bedroom door was open and from beyond the threshold, he could hear soft sniffles.

Qie Ranzhe, "..."

He had only been gone for ten minutes but Wen Qinxi's mood had changed drastically.

"What happened?" he asked and Wen Qinxi wiped the tears from the corner of his eye and showed his cell phone,

"He is growing up too fast. Look look... he was just a tiny baby yesterday."

Qie Ranzhe, "..."

He placed the bowl and can aside and took off his shirt revealing smooth muscle lines and a prominent tattoo on his pectoral muscle. The sight was eye-catching and unforgettable. In other words, it was a thirst trap that could garner so many views.

Wen Qinxi's brain short-circuited for a moment that he stammered, "Wha- what are you doing?"

Qie Ranzhe chuckled softly while making him lie on his back. He straddled Wen Qinxi and said, "Then let's make another one. I won't stop until I make you pregnant this weekend."

Wen Qinxi, "..."

"Fuck, that's not how it fucking works," he replied but Qie Ranzhe had restrained his wrists above his head.

While his hand caressed his lover's waist he said, "I know but what's the point of making another baby without indulging in the pleasure first."

Wen Qinxi gasped for air with his back arched as that hand touched his nipple sending an intense wave of pleasure all over his body.

He bit his lower lip as he wrapped his legs around Qie Ranzhe's waist. "Then make it worth having sleepless nights later," whispered Wen Qinxi and Qie Ranzhe smiled like a big bad wolf about to eat a little piggy.

A sudden thought crossed his mind so he casually asked, "Who is Qie Xieling's class president?"

Wen Qinxi didn't know why he was asking this but he still replied while picking up a strawberry from the bowl. "It's what's his name again... it's Muchen," replied Wen Qinxi before biting the strawberry and pulling Qie Ranzhe down for a strawberry kiss but Qie Ranzhe didn't move.

"Shit," he swore and tried to get off the bed. Wen Qinxi was especially quick to respond. He swept Qie Ranzhe off his knees and onto the bed with so much precision that even his husband was shocked.

Wen Qinxi smiled like a sly fox as he said, "I have been paying attention in class."

Qie Ranzhe didn't know whether to be proud or scared. Wen Qinxi opened the side drawer and took out a pair of fluffy black handcuffs and cuffed Qie Ranzhe's wrist to the bed. Qie Ranzhe's adam's apple rolled trying to moisten his parched throat.

Wen Qinxi bit the strawberry again but before he could lower his body and kiss him, Qie Ranzhe pressed his big palm to the back of Wen Qinxi's neck and pulled him down.

While the two of them were communing in fruits and the art of love making their son was up to no good. Qie Xieling was woken up by the vibration of his cell phone. He quickly declined the call and glanced in Luo Muchen's direction.

His brows creased when he saw the way he was sleeping. Who slept like that ever? He was lying flat on his back with his hands resting on his abdomen like a corpse in a coffin. Qie Xieling tiptoed out of the tent and caught up with the others outside.

"I thought you wouldn't show up," whispered Deming when he saw Qie Xieling walking over while raking his fingers through his hair.

"You wish," said Bo Ailun as they walked down a narrow path in the forest. In total, there were five boys with one missing.

The storyteller wasn't there so Qie Xieling asked, "Where is Fabin?"