In the evening, Wang Yibo said he had something to do, ate a few bites of food and left.
Cui'e and Xiao Zhan were left in the room. Cui'e brought water to Xiao Zhan. Seeing that he was still unhappy, she was a little worried, but she didn't know how to comfort hims.
Xiao Zhan naturally noticed it, and waited for her to sneak around in the room for a while before speaking.
"Cui'e, don't walk around, I feel dizzy."
"Master Xiao, are you in a bad mood?" Cui'e glanced at Xiao Zhan and asked tentatively, "Did the master say something to you?"
"Don't guess blindly." Xiao Zhan waved his hand and didn't want to talk to Cui'e about this. He didn't need to talk about his mood at the moment.
"Then I'll go back first, you have a good rest." Cui'e didn't dare to ask any more questions, and left the room with the snacks that Xiao Zhan hadn't eaten.
After Cui'e left, Xiao Zhan began to fall into deep thought again.
He was not a man with a weak mind. Old Chen would always talk about him in the past, thinking that he was too determined to do everything according to his own way. When he was in Xucheng, he was unwilling to curry favour with the heads of some big families, which led to the incense shop being excluded and closed.
But how could it be the same? In business, both parties are willing, and there will be no eternal enemies. As long as there are interests involved, the opponents who have slapped each other can sit at the dinner table to talk about things.
But how can his relationship with Wang Yibo be compared with these? If he can easily say no, his self-pushing is really a bit of a mediocre person.
Xiao Zhan stood up and walked to the window. The window of this vegetarian room faced the centre of the courtyard. The moonlight was faintly scattered on the ground of the temple, and the shadows of the leaves were projected down, like broken starlight.
He supported his hands, leaned against the window, and looked outside, lost in his mind, and Zengqin's afternoon appearance flashed back and forth in his mind unconsciously, and he felt a burst of loss in his heart.
Xiao Zhan didn't like himself like this. This unreasonable pretentiousness and inexplicable sadness were all because of this broken body and the flesh that couldn't be separated from that person. He frowned in distress, and even felt that the originally beautiful scenery outside the window had become bleak and lonely.
Xiao Zhan lowered his head, supported his forehead with his palm, and sighed softly.
"What are you sighing for?"
A low voice came from the front. He raised his head suddenly and met Wang Yibo's eyes outside the window. He was not prepared and was scared to step back.
A pair of big hands stretched out from the window and pulled him back to the window again. Although the two were separated by half a wall and a window, their faces were very close.
Xiao zhan didn't know why, but there seemed to be a faint smell of alcohol on his body. Obviously, this was a temple, and there was no such thing as wine and meat. Xiao Zhan was pulled by him, raised his eyes, looked over, and felt that the other party seemed to be really a little hazy and not sober.
"You, drank?" Xiao Zhan lowered his voice, as if afraid of being heard.
Wang Yibo nodded.
"You are crazy, this is a temple, how can you drink." Xiao Zhan was frightened by his lawless behaviour, but his voice was still loud, "Where did you get the wine?"
"I went to find Chen Yu; he has a lot of ways." Wang Yibo pulled Xiao Zhan towards him through the window, and Xiao Zhan's lower body in the room was pressed against the wall, "I didn't drink much, just two sips."
"Chen Yu? Why did he pull you here to drink?" Wang Yibo's alcohol tolerance is not bad, he has practiced it because he has a lot of social events on weekdays. If Xiao Zhan hadn't come close, he wouldn't have discovered it.
"He said he was in a bad mood. By the way, he won't go back with us. He said he will stay for a few more days."
"Hmm?" Xiao Zhan thought of Zeng Qin, and suddenly his heart tightened. He blurted out: "What's wrong with him?"
"Why don't you care about him? You don't want to listen when he is mentioned."
"No, just a casual question." Xiao Zhan didn't want to tell Wang Yibo about meeting Zeng Qin in the afternoon, and it was not easy to ask further.
Wang Yibo looked at him for a while, raised his hand, and slowly touched his chin along the side of his face. His fingers gently pinched there, and rubbed back and forth with his rough fingertips.
"It's so nice to touch, so beautiful." Wang Yibo sighed while stroking.
Xiao Zhan frowned slightly, and felt awkward again.
"Why are you unhappy again?" Xiao Zhan's expression could not escape Wang Yibo's eyes. He said in a deep voice, "I said you are good-looking, but you are always unhappy. This is not a derogatory word. I really don't understand."
Xiao Zhan wanted to say something, but the rest of the words were swallowed back in his heart by Wang Yibo's kiss. The person outside the window leaned in slightly, his hand still holding his chin, and his lips with a faint smell of alcohol pressed against it.
Xiao Zhan's legs became weak due to the gradually intense kiss. He could only stick to the wall by the window to prevent himself from sliding down. His body, stimulated by Wang Yibo's pheromones, responded one step earlier. His crotch was already wet, his legs couldn't help rubbing against each other, and he also made a light hum of unsatisfied desire.
Wang Yibo kissed Xiao Zhan fiercely for a long time before finally letting him go. The person being kissed already had a red face, a slightly open mouth and a low gasp, and beads of sweat oozing from the forehead, which made this face look so beautiful that people couldn't help but want to ravage it.
Seeing this, Wang Yibo's lower body tightened and his blood boiled.
He couldn't help but move closer and kiss Xiao Zhan, holding his lips in his mouth and licking them repeatedly, smelling the increasingly strong fresh peach scent on his body, and the fingers pinching Xiao Zhan's chin tightened a little.
"Do you want it?" Wang Yibo asked in a low voice. He knew that Xiao Zhan had already started to get horny, but he had to ask this question. He just wanted to see that cold person say such a mean word to be satisfied.
Xiao Zhan naturally didn't speak, but just whimpered, sticking to the wall, rubbing his already wet lower body against the wall, but he couldn't get relief, which only made the desire stronger.
Wang Yibo suddenly let go of his hand, and Xiao Zhan slid to the ground without standing still. His legs began to tremble. His pretty face was controlled by desire, and his large facial features looked particularly gorgeous.
Waves of numbness came from his body, and Xiao Zhan was almost driven crazy by the uncontrolled emptiness. After being marked, his heat was more intense every time than before, like a monster, and it would devour Xiao Zhan if it was not satisfied.
He huddled in the corner, burying his head between his knees. He didn't know where Wang Yibo went. He just walked away from the window, leaving him alone. Desire rushed to his brain, and he couldn't think anymore. The itching from his back made him twist left and right like crazy, and at the same time he whimpered softly.
Suddenly, there was a warm feeling, and Xiao Zhan was held in arms. Wang Yibo squatted in front of him, hugged him who was shaking, and began to kiss him while stroking his back.
When Xiao Zhan saw that it was him who came in, he didn't think twice, raised his hands and put them around Wang Yibo's neck, and kissed him. The two of them sat on the ground like this, not caring about the hard part that made people uncomfortable.
"Well..." Xiao Zhan's clothes were lifted up, and he half hugged Wang Yibo and sat on him. His wet hole just touched the hot penis, and he couldn't help but start to contract, and moaned.
"Call me." Wang Yibo pushed his penis into Xiao Zhan's body, feeling it was sucked tightly, and kissed him in bits and pieces.
"Ah... um..." Xiao Zhan didn't seem to hear his words at all, just shook his head, and shouted out as if he was going crazy because of the overwhelming pleasure.
Wang Yibo's big hand covered his mouth, and his saliva stained his palm. "Be quiet, dear, Cui'e will go crazy if she hears it."
Xiao Zhan actually listened to this. Between Wang Yibo's palms, his lips opened and closed, making a soft cry. His butt was wet from being fucked. The raging man even pulled his hand badly, pulled it to the place where the two of them were connected, and asked him to gently hold it with his fingers.
"It's amazing, it's all swallowed." Wang Yibo shrugged his waist and said in a deep voice while pushing.
Xiao Zhan closed his eyes in shame and dared not open them, but this made other senses more obvious. Whether it was the hole that Wang Yibo was pumping hard, or the fingers that touched the hole, they were incredibly sensitive.
Looking at Xiao Zhan being driven crazy by himself, Wang Yibo's sense of accomplishment far exceeded his physical desire. He hugged Xiao Zhan's soft buttocks, pinched the delicate buttocks with his big palms, and patted it gently, and the person on him made a soft cry.
Snap.
Another sound, the soft flesh that was slapped bounced gently between Wang Yibo's big palms, and the wonderful touch made him unable to help but slap it again.
"Don't, don't slap it." The person who was shaking on his body with his eyes closed finally couldn't bear it anymore, and begged for mercy in a very thin voice.
"Are you comfortable?" Wang Yibo didn't play any more pranks. He stretched his hand up, hugged Xiao Zhan's thin waist, pulled him into his arms, and asked softly.
"Well..."
Seeing that he had admitted it in his heart but refused to say it out loud, Wang Yibo liked it more and more. He hugged Xiao Zhan's waist tightly, buried his head in his chest and licked and bit it carefully, and pushed his lower body up with more force.
"What will you do without me?" Before he was about to ejaculate, Wang Yibo asked softly. The person on his body was almost unconscious from being manipulated. Hearing this, he trembled and opened his big eyes, as if he was about to shed tears.
The heart that was about to be put into practice as desires settled was sensitively thrown into the air again because of these words.
Wang's House
"Master Xiao, Madam said that she had someone make some southern snacks this afternoon. She was probably afraid that you would miss home. You will have a treat later." Cui'e followed Xiao Zhan, and the two walked to the side hall of Wang's house one on the left and one on the right.
"Is Madam feeling better?" Xiao Zhan had not accompanied Madam Wang for a long time. She was not feeling well a few days ago. Except for Wang Yibo who went to pay respects to her in the morning and evening, no one else was seen.
"Much better, Cuiyu told me that Master found a great doctor for her and prescribed medicine. Her headaches are much better than before. Madam's headaches are an old disease for many years. They will occur when it rains and is cold. Master is very worried. He even went to the southwest to find medicine for Madam."
Wang Yibo usually doesn't seem to take too many things to heart, but he still values family affection in his heart. Xiao Zhan can also see that Madam Wang is more important to him than anything else.
"Master Xiao, our master is very nice. If he cares about someone, he will always treat them well." Cui'e picked up a leaf from somewhere and said while shaking it. When she mentioned Wang Yibo, her tone was full of pride.
"Didn't your wife choose a wife for him?" Xiao Zhan didn't know why, but he couldn't help asking it even though he was just thinking about it.
As soon as he said this, he and Cui'e were stunned.
"She did." Cui'e's eyes dimmed a little, and she stopped shaking the leaves in her hand. "But our master doesn't like any of them. Madam loves him too much, so there's nothing she can do."
Xiao Zhan remembered that Lao Chen had told him more than once that because the Wang family's business was doing well and Wang Yibo, the only son, was so elegant, he attracted many girls waiting to get married in Beijing, and there were quite a few matchmakers who came to the Wang family to propose marriage.
"Master Xiao, what are you thinking about?" Cui'e turned her head, widened her eyes, and looked tentatively at the silent Xiao Zhan.
"Nothing."
"Are you worried about... you and the young master?" Cui'e lowered her voice, her tone a little guilty. She looked around nervously and made sure that no one was around before she asked.
Xiao Zhan paused. He didn't expect that even Cui'e could see through him, even though he was a person who could hide his emotions very well?
He cleared his throat, and before he could think of how to answer Cui'e's words, he heard the voice of another girl in front of him.
"Young Master Xiao, you are here, Madam has been waiting for you for a while."
It turned out that before they knew it, the two had walked to the side hall. The curtain at the door was lifted, and Cuiyu came out from inside, looking at Xiao Zhan with a smile.
"Hello, Miss Cuiyu." Xiao Zhan nodded politely.
"Hello, Young Master Xiao, come in quickly, the sun is rising outside, it's going to be hot."
Cuiyu looked one or two years older than Cui'e, and she had been serving Madam Wang all the time, so she had to be careful and thoughtful in every aspect, and she couldn't be rough, so her gestures naturally had to be much more mature.
Cui'e and she entered Wang's house together. They were considered sisters. When she saw Cuiyu, she immediately came over and nudged her with her elbow. The two smiled at each other.
"Cui'e, follow me to the back to prepare dinner. Let Master Xiao chat with Madam for a while." Cui'e was about to follow Xiao Zhan in when she was stopped by Cuiyu.
"Thank you for your hard work." Xiao Zhan said politely and nodded to Cui'e.
The two little girls walked to the back yard together. Xiao Zhan turned his head and happened to meet Cuiyu's eyes looking back. For some reason, he always felt a little strange.
He didn't have time to think too much. As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw Madam Wang sitting on the soft couch.
Xiao Zhan hadn't seen Madam Wang for about half a month. It seemed that she was in a worse spirit than before. She leaned on the stepping stone and saw him coming in, waving and calling him over.
"Hello, Madam."
Although she was his mother's best friend, Xiao Zhan never went through the motions in terms of etiquette. He tried his best to do everything he should do. He knew very well that he was just a "guest" living under someone else's roof in Wang's house.
"Zhan Zhan, I see you look much better than before." Madam Wang smiled and looked at Xiao Zhan. The little girl next to her poured the tea, brought the snacks over, and then left. "These are the snacks made by a chef from the south a few days ago. It was originally the cousin of my housekeeper. He came to play for a few days and stayed here. I remembered that you are also from the south, so I troubled him to make some authentic snacks."
The exquisite snacks were placed on exquisite plates. Both the style and the ingredients were the southern characteristics that Xiao Zhan had been familiar with since he was a child. He couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"I know you like to eat these. Our chef is from the north on weekdays, and he is definitely not as good as the locals. You should try it."
Madam Wang was a kind person. After saying these words, Xiao Zhan couldn't help but think of his mother. He paused for a moment while holding the pastry.
"It tastes really good." Xiao Zhan took a small bite and put it on the plate, smiling and looking at Madam Wang, and replied.
Usually when Xiao Zhan comes to accompany Madam Wang, there is always Cui'e next to her. She has a childlike personality. There are no bullies in Wang's house. There are not many rules. In addition, Madam Wang's life is boring. When she meets such a person, she will never let her go and make it livelier.
But today, there are only Madam Wang and Xiao Zhan in the room. In addition to his private relationship with Wang Yibo, it is inevitable that there is some embarrassment. Xiao Zhan took a sip of tea and blinked.
"Zhan Zhan, are you still in touch with the girl I introduced to you last time?" Madam Wang spoke first.
Xiao Zhan paused with his hand holding the teacup, then slowly put it back and shook his head gently.
"You are a calm person, so you don't take this matter too seriously. I understand. But Zhan Zhan, you can't be alone in your life. If you have someone to accompany you, you won't have to endure anything." Mrs. Wang didn't blame him, but just sighed and persuaded him.
"I know."
"Don't think too much. I'm not blaming you for not being on good terms with that lady. If your heart is not there, you can't force it." Obviously, the atmosphere was indeed a little more subtle. Mrs. Wang drank the tea in her cup, and Xiao Zhan immediately added some more to her and put a piece of dessert in her hand.
"What do you think of Yibo?" When Mrs. Wang asked this, Xiao Zhan's hands hanging under the table were unconsciously clenched into a ball. He raised his head and looked at Mrs. Wang, trying to make himself look calmer. The person opposite him looked natural and didn't show any other expressions.
"He, he's very good. The Wang family's business is so good because of him. He is also very filial to you and a good person." When Xiao Zhan said this, he blinked his big eyes, paused, and blinked again, but he never dared to look directly at Mrs. Wang.
"My son has never liked to study since he was a child. Everything else is good. His father has been doing business all his life. He knows it's difficult, so he wants him to pass the exam and become an official, so that he can have no worries about food and clothing in the future. But he is a member of the Wang family and was born to do business." Mrs. Wang talked about her most beloved son, and it was not difficult to talk more.
"Yeah."
Xiao Zhan's nerves jumped tightly. He was really unsure of what Mrs. Wang meant by this. Although she lived in seclusion and didn't care much about the big and small things in the mansion, he was close to Wang Yibo on weekdays, so it was not impossible for her to hear about it.
If Cui'e found out, it wouldn't be a big deal, but if Madam Wang also knew, it would not only be his face that would be lost, but also the face of his mother and the entire Xiao family...
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan took a deep breath in his heart, and his ears became hot.
"A few days ago, many old friends came to me and said that they wanted to matchmake Yibo." Madam Wang glanced at Xiao Zhan and continued.
"Well, I heard Lao Chen mention it." Lao Chen is now working in the Wang family's shop and learning knowledge. Naturally, he knows more about the Wang family's affairs. Occasionally, when he goes to Xiao Zhan, he will talk to him.
"Feng Wangfu actually asked someone to matchmake. Our family has no official position, so naturally we can't match the royal family. But Feng Wang has a concubine, and the little princess she gave birth to likes our Yibo very much. I don't know where she saw him."
"Well, Yibo is likable." Xiao Zhan continued to speak along with Madam Wang's words, but he was very nervous.
Mrs. Wang just smiled and looked at Xiao Zhan, saying nothing more. Xiao Zhan was a little frightened by her look, and his eyes dodged to the side, but he didn't dare to ask.
The cicadas outside the window were particularly harsh, and a few rays of sunlight came in through the half-open window, shining on Xiao Zhan's side face, making him warm.
"Yi Bo told me that he has someone in his heart." After a long while, Mrs. Wang spoke slowly.
Xiao Zhan's heart beat violently, as if it was pulled to a high place by a thread, swinging back and forth, and even his breathing began to become disordered.
"In the morning, he came to see me and told me that Chen Yu was still living in that temple and would be back a few days later. As we chatted, we talked about this." Mrs. Wang didn't seem to care about Xiao Zhan's reaction. She always kept a smile on her face and mentioned her son in a soft voice.
"I don't see him often, so I don't know much about him. Zhanzhan, you live in his yard, do you know who he likes?"
"Didn't he tell you?" Xiao Zhan was stunned for a while, and hesitantly spoke.
"No, he just said there was such a person, but he refused to tell me who it was." Mrs. Wang leaned back, picked up the teacup, and looked at Xiao Zhan.
At this point, she couldn't continue. Xiao Zhan looked out the window, and on the corridor at the other end, there was a familiar figure standing - Wang Yibo.
He had his hands behind his back, and seemed to be passing by. There was a little girl beside him, who also looked at Xiao Zhan. Looking from a distance, the man's elegant appearance made Xiao Zhan a little dazed.
Mrs. Wang couldn't see the corridor at the other end of the window from where she was sitting. She just felt that Xiao Zhan was in a trance.
"Madam, I don't know what you mean by telling me this." Xiao Zhan retracted his gaze and answered.
"I want to hear your opinion. The invitation from the Feng Mansion has been sent for several days. I see Yibo has not responded to it, and he is unwilling to tell me who his sweetheart is, so that I can arrange to propose marriage. Do you have any good suggestions Zhan zhan?" Mrs. Wang spoke softly all the time.
"I think Yibo is so outstanding, it is suitable for the princess. After all, the Feng family has such a big business, it is always good to have a backer." After a long while, Xiao Zhan answered.
"You are right, but he said he has a sweetheart, how can this be forced?"
"Sweetheart or not, in the end, it is just a naive thought, maybe just a momentary emotion."
"Zhanzhan..." Mrs. Wang probably didn't expect that Xiao Zhan, who was usually as gentle as water, would suddenly say such words, and looked at him in surprise.
Xiao Zhan stopped talking, and Mrs. Wang stopped asking questions. The topic came to an abrupt end and changed to other topics.
By the time Xiao Zhan left Mrs. Wang's side hall, it was almost evening. Wang Yibo hadn't come back yet. He said that there was a piece of land in the suburbs that needed to be renovated. He went to take a look and would be back the next morning.
At night, Xiao Zhan lay on the bed and didn't sleep well.
His pillow was full of the scent left by Wang Yibo, and in the quilt, even on his body, he pulled open his clothes, and all the red and purple marks were left by that person.
However, a few months seemed to have passed for a long time, so long that he thought that such days would last forever.
He turned over and faced the outside. From this angle, he could see the moonlight outside the window.
Mrs. Wang's words today, as meticulous as Xiao Zhan, how could he not understand? The so-called "sweetheart" in Wang Yibo's mouth, no matter how much Xiao Zhan tried to avoid it, he knew that it was about himself.
But what does it matter? As a man with such a physique, how could he really stay with Wang Yibo forever? Whenever he thought of Madam Wang and his mother, the guilt in his heart made him want to run as far away as possible.
His mother was such a decent person, but her only son could not revive his career and could only be suppressed by another man. What was this called? Being someone's wife? Ridiculous.
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan turned over again, and the smell of Wang Yibo's pheromones in the quilt surged up again because of this action.
His body had long been accustomed to Wang Yibo. Even if he smelled this smell, he would not be able to control his reaction. He clamped the quilt with his legs and wrapped himself tightly.
If he had not come here from Xucheng with Lao Chen, perhaps everything would not be the same. He would still have to rely on those unpalatable medicines to survive this life and live forever in his secrets that could not be seen by others. He walked on alone, but Wang Yibo appeared, and he just opened up the secret in his heart carelessly, and forced himself not to dodge.
Xiao Zhan remembered Madam Wang's words, that a person's life must always have a companion, so that no matter what he encounters, it will not be so difficult.
He didn't understand this originally, nor did he need to understand it, but now, it's like a person who was once blind suddenly gave light, but Xiao Zhan always felt that this light also had a time limit and was not in his hands.
If Wang Yibo really disobeyed Mrs. Wang's expectations for himself, then he would really lose face for the Xiao family.
Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan frowned and buried his face in the quilt, which was full of Wang Yibo's breath, surrounding him.
He thought about those things and kept his eyes open until dawn, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.