As if growing addicted to the sex, Qing Bo held Shi Chen entering the bathroom and fucked him for another time after finishing the one just in bed. Chen did not have the strength to cry anymore and he felt his whole body no longer belonging to him. He only let out a few short groans when Bo thrust too deep or too hard. Bo didn’t stop fucking Chen until he passed out for being physical exhausted. He then helped clean up Chen’s body carefully before carrying him out of the bathroom.

When Chen woke up from a full seventeen hours of sleep, he felt as if his bones had been torn apart and reorganized. He couldn’t feel more painful all over of his body as if his waist and ass had not been his. He turned over with difficulty and slowly reached out his hand to touch his own ass, only to suffer a shiver with pain as soon as he touched it.

Okay, it was still his own ass.

“Son of bitch! Bo that …” Chen bit on the pillow and gnashed his teeth. “Bastard!”

No sooner had the inner curse faded out in Chen’s mind than the door of the bedroom was heard open. Chen quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be sleeping.

Bo had just made time out of a pile of papers which were needed to be dealt with, and wanted to come in and see if Chen had woken up. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he found Chen lying with his back to him, and he could already tell what Chen was thinking now even if Chen had totally no idea of it.

Bo slowly approached Chen and gently called him, who continued pretending to be asleep and did not respond. Bo bent to sit on the bed and called by using another word, “Baby.”

Chen could not keep pretending anymore so he turned over and glared at Bo, “How many times have I told you to call my name?”

“Little Shi.” Bo changed swiftly. Seeing the way Chen was, he could not help laughing out. “Little cutie.”

Chen sat up and kicked him using his leg under the quilt. “Stop laughing. Pour me water.”

Bo got up to pour the water, brought it back and watched Chen drink it up. Then he said to Chen, “Get up and have a wash. I’ve made millet congee. It’s almost done.”

“No!” Chen lay down and refused to do what he asked. He turned his back to him again and said angrily, “I’m not hungry. I don’t want to eat!”

“All right.” Bo sighed.

Chen waited for a while without hearing any movements behind him, which made him think Bo had left. However, he met with Bo’s smiling eyes right there as soon as he turned over his head.

Chen, “…”

Bo lifted up the quilt, carried Chen up and went to the bathroom.

Seeing Bo still aside after he finished brushing his teeth and washing his face, Chen pushed him, “Leave me alone.”

But Bo kept standing there.

Chen was pissed off, “I have to pee!”

Bo raised his eyebrows, “Kiss me.”

Chen stamped his foot and quickly kissed him on his lips. Only then was Bo satisfied and did he agree to go out. Chen then turned to the toilet and took a comfortable pee. When washing his hands, Chen frowned and rubbed the soap hard between his hands into foam as he cursed, “Son of a bitch.”

However, the moment he got out of the bathroom, he was caught by that bastard and pressed against the wall with kisses. Chen had been very sensitive after last night. The smell of Bo could directly make him flush, let alone the deep kisses now. It didn’t take long before he felt his strength start losing around his waist. And if he had not been supported by Bo, he would have made an awkward scene.

While holding such a soft body in his arms and Chen kept groaning now and then with the pair of his arms around his neck, Bo couldn’t contain himself anymore that he pulled down Chen’s pants in gasps. With his lower body suddenly exposed to the air, Chen shivered and pulled up his pants immediately with one of his hand while he regained his clear minds. He stopped Bo with another hand and shook his head.

Bo gave him a hard kiss on his collarbone, then lifted him off the ground with one hand around his waist and took off his pants with another hand.

Chen was startled in screaming while he was carried towards the bed, “Don’t you dare do anything. I don’t do it. I don’t want!”

Bo pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, took out a condom from the inside and put it on swiftly. Chen backed off on the bed while supporting on his arms but was pulled back by his ankle very soon. Bo grabbed the lubricant, extruded some in his hand, and had a casual appliance of it around Chen’s ass before he went to penetrate.

Although he fucked Chen hard last night, Bo did not cross the line and did not really hurt Chen. But just because he knew Chen could bear it now, he dared to do what he was about to do.

He held control of the force, and thrust all the way in. He ground firstly inside, exhaled a breath, and then said following what Chen had just said, “I want.”

Chen was in so much pain that he felt little strength in his hands. He gave Bo a weak punch, “Bastard.” Not feeling any better, he punched Bo again, “Old bastard.”

Bo reacted with a hard and deep thrust, “You think I’m old?”

Chen shouted out in pain and gave in immediately, “No, no. softer.”

Bo frowned, “You softer too.”

“What have I done to you?”

“You clamped me too tight.”

Chen went to punch him hysterically hearing his words while Bo contained himself form laughing and suddenly pulled his penis out and got off bed after having taken several punches. Chen thought Bo was angry and was about to sit up when Bo bent down again and picked him up directly.

“Ah!” Startled, Chen shouted with fear, with his arms tightly wrapped around Bo’s neck, “What are you gonna do?”

Bo cupped Chen’s ass and held up, “Change a position.”

Chen understood immediately and panicked, “No …” Before he finished his words, Bo suddenly let go of his hands and Chen’s body fell right down according to Bo’s intention.

“Ahh …” Half of Bo’s penis thrust in. And Chen wore a twisted face.

“Ooh, it hurts … Ahhh!”

Bo turned to walk towards the wall, and Chen was made into tears within this distance of just a few steps. Without any word, Bo started fucking with full strength and thrust him against upon the wall. Chen yelled, and his legs started shaking so hard that he could not clamp Bo’s waist. Bo groped into their connected part and got his hand covered with slippery liquid. He gasped and smiled but still did not speak. He adjusted his position a little, and went on thrusting.

He didn’t stop until Chen could not stand it anymore and ejaculated in cry. He then hugged him, making their two sweaty bodies clung to each other.

“What about now? Does it still hurt?” Bo asked in gasps beside Chen’s ear.

Chen gasped so badly that he could not speak, and he just shook his head.

They went to the bathroom for a brief shower and went downstairs. Chen lay on the sofa in the living room watching TV while Bo entered the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Chen was lazy to move, so he took out his phone and sent a voice message to Bo, “Why do you have to do it yourself. We can order takeout online.”

Bo replied, “I want to cook for you in person.”

Chen flushed at his words and the root of his ears turned red. This smooth-tongued old man!

The old man stayed at home most of the time the next five days in a row, except going out twice for the business meeting. And he kept looking for excuses to coax Chen into having sex with him. He actually struck Chen with two personality, the wild one on bed and the gentle one while not. He would kiss and touch Chen gently every time he finished having sex. After that he would give Chen a bath and even cook for him. He couldn’t be more courteous.

Chen felt that he had been fucked out of shape. And he was not happy about it at all.

He shared this mood with Yunsheng Liang, with, of course, the sex left out. He just told him he was boring and hoped he could come back to play with him on the weekend. Liang agreed, and without asking what was going on between him and his uncle, he hung up the phone after some casual talks.

Chen threw away his phone, and picked up one throw pillow sulkily, thinking to himself that Liang Zi was no longer who he used to be.

Liang Zi was truly not the same person as before. He promised to come alone that day on the phone. But when it came to Saturday, he came with another person.

“Hi ~” Cheng Yu stood outside the door, and greeted Chen smilingly.

Liang touched his own nose. Chen slid him a sideways glance and then stood in Yu’s way.

“Come on, baby.” Yu pulled Amber out of his collar. “Call aunt.”

Chen took a sharp step back, then turned and ran away.

Amber, “Hiss …”

Liang frowned and grabbed Amber from Yu’s hand and stuffed it into his sports pants pocket, saying unapprovingly, “Don’t scare him.”

Bo had gone out early in the morning, saying there was something to do while having not told him what he was exactly going to deal with. And just after Liang and Yu entered the door, Feng Ma also came. She greeted the three of them and then hurried straight to the tea room.

Chen followed her. And a moment later, he came out with two cups of orange juice and put them on the tea table. Then he went to the tea room again to have a glass of watermelon juice and directly drank it up. Only then did he feel much more relief. So, he pulled Liang aside.

Liang noticed Chen’s mysterious way, so he asked in a low voice cooperatively, “What are you doing?”

“There’s something I wanna talk with you.” They were standing beside the window. Chen looked back and saw that Yu did not regard herself as an outsider at all and was lying on the sofa playing with his pet snake, which made Chen curl the corner of his mouth in a sulk. Then he turned back, “I haven’t mention it to your uncle. I’d like to ask your opinion first.”

“What is it?”

“Do you think whether I should …”

Seeing Chen was showing embarrassment, Liang said after a little thought, “Are you thinking to have another wedding with my uncle?”

“What are you thinking?” Chen’s cheeks were burning. “How could I think of such thing? You … what the hell are you thinking in your head…”

Liang interrupted him, “Why not just say what you’re thinking in your head?”

“I’m thinking what you thought! I’m just hesitating about whether I should go to school again?”

Liang, “…”

Chen, “What is this look?”

“I don’t know either.” Liang rubbed his face and asked, “Do you like studying?”

“Of course not.” The last thing Chen liked would be studying. “But I can’t stay having nothing to do all the time. What else can I do at my age?”

“At your age.” Liang reminded him, “You are already 24 years old. That should no longer be a problem to trouble you.”

Chen gave Liang a tug and said, “That’s right. That person’s been 24 years old. But I’m only 17. I don’t know how fit it is for me to stay beside your uncle like this.”

“You don’t need to know much. Just learn what you like. Don’t you like playing basketball?” Liang looked up and down at Chen, paused for a moment, and then continued, “You can ask my uncle to turn the back garden into a basketball court and play by himself.”

Chen was angry, “Are you laughing at my short legs?”

Liang, “No.”

Chen, “Yes, you’re!”

Liang changed the subject, “My grandparents are super rich.”

Chen, “What does that to do with me?”

“But they had only one son, so all their property will belong to my uncle. And my uncle has already been very rich.” Liang tossed a meaningful eye at Chen. “Just think about it.”

Before Chen could figure out a way to think about it, the doorbell rang. Chen thought it was Bo. But when he opened the door, he found it was a stranger in his early twenties. He was about his height, dressed in black, wearing a red cap and carrying a guitar. He looked very cool.

Chen froze for a while and asked, “Who are you looking for?”

The man raised his chin while chewing gum, and said with a provocative look on his face. “I’m looking for you.”