Childhood Sweethearts: The Man from the Outer City

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Xia Qinghan silently waited by Hong Haigang's side for ten years, this life-idiot, honing his skills—not only a stay-at-home husband and plumber, but also thoroughly "feeding" this beast who only thinks with his lower body. Unexpectedly, his long-awaited Valentine's Day gift turned out to be a bombshell—the bastard had fallen for him! Strangely, Xia Qinghan didn't cry or make a scene, because he channeled his grief and anger into a revenge plan…

When his bedmate was replaced by a ruthless, money-grubbing woman, Hong Haigang realized that old lovers are still the best. But Xia Qinghan had already found a new love, and their relationship progressed rapidly, with them going to "Houde Road" every night... forcing him to resort to the worst possible strategy—faking illness when he wasn't sick, and feigning death when he wasn't dead... But even playing the victim couldn't win back his beloved's heart, so he had no choice but to carefully plan a "one-night trip to rekindle old flames," with the best spot being: his bed...

Chapter 1

Clothes were scattered around the large bed, and the comfortable air conditioning in the room blew against one's

skin, making it hard to believe that it was a scorching July day outside. Although the bed was sturdy, the vigorous movements of the two people on it caused it to creak and groan, which, combined with their rapid, shallow breathing, made the room feel even more romantic.

"Teacher, so good... so good..."

Hong Haigang roared as he enjoyed Xia Qinghan's warm body.

Xia Qinghan, pinned beneath the pillow, had his head pressed tightly against the seemingly luxurious, and indeed very expensive, down pillow. His back arched, his hands gripping the duvet cover tightly, and he breathed heavily, his voice barely audible amidst the overwhelming passion.

Hong Haigang continued to thrust into him, sweat dripping onto his strong, muscular body. With his final thrust, he let out a wild roar before collapsing onto Xia Qinghan's back.

Xia Qinghan breathed softly, the recent surge of passion leaving a blush on his cheeks, which, combined with his fair, flawless skin, made him resemble an adorable little apple, tempting one to bite again and again.

Hong Haigang tightened his grip, contentedly inhaling the scent of Xia Qinghan's neck, uttering the same idiotic phrases Xia Qinghan had heard a thousand times before.

"It smells so good, teacher. Your whole body is so soft and fragrant. I really want to take a bite."

"Take a bite my foot! Get up! You're so heavy!"

Xia Qinghan fiercely raised his left hand and slapped Hong Haigang, who was pressed against his back, hard

. Hong Haigang reluctantly rolled over to the side of the bed, muttering under his breath.

"Teacher is so mean! You only did it twice and now you won't let me touch you anymore..."

Hearing this only made Xia Qinghan so angry he wanted to kill someone. He unleashed a torrent of curses.

"Mean mean my foot! You did it more than twice. If you keep fucking me like this, I won't be able to get out of bed the day after tomorrow."

"But... but..."

Hong Haigang wanted to voice his opinion, but under Xia Qinghan's fierce gaze, he became softer and softer. It was clear that Xia Qinghan's teacherly authority still had a thousand percent impact on him.

"But that's because the teacher couldn't last long and finished first; I only released twice, it's not enough at all... Waaah..."

Xia Qinghan twisted his ear, and Hong Haigang couldn't help but scream, his screams as miserable as a pig being slaughtered.

"Say that again if you dare."

Hong Haigang shut his mouth in grievance. He was obviously very tall and strong, but in front of Xia Qinghan, he was like a mouse meeting a cat, yielding and submitting. After all, a teacher's anger was terrifying.

"No, I have nothing to say."

"Hmph, you know what's good for you."

Xia Qinghan was very satisfied with his attitude. He got off the bed, picked up the clothes that had fallen all over the floor, and then pulled up the sheets and threw them into the latest washing machine that also dries clothes.

"I don't know what sins I committed to be born to clean up your messes. If I had known this would happen, I would never have taken a tutoring job when I was in college. Who knew that once I started tutoring you, I would have been stuck with you for ten years, wasting ten years of my life." Xia Qinghan muttered to himself in complaint.

Hong Haigang hurriedly pleaded sweetly from behind him, "Teacher, you're the best to me."

"Get lost, flattery won't work now."

"Teacher..." he seemed determined to cling to him.

Xia Qinghan pushed hard against his bare chest from behind, a surge of anger rising within him, his curses incessant.

"What? You think you're so fit, you want everyone to see? We're on the balcony, at least put on some underwear! Tch, so clueless, who would believe you're the most profitable game software developer right now?"

"Teacher, don't be so mean to me..."

Hong Haigang, though large, feigned a tearful expression, acting more like a kindergarten child than an adult.

Xia Qinghan and Hong Haigang's ill-fated relationship began in university. Back then, Xia Qinghan, a poor student, applied for a tutoring job at a high school known for its difficult students, all for the sake of making ends meet.

In fact, Hong Haigang was very intelligent, but he refused to spend time on his studies, spending all his time studying on the computer. Under Xia Qinghan's constant pressure, his good brain naturally improved quickly, and his parents gave him a large red envelope as a token of their gratitude.

Because Hong Haigang was Xia Qinghan's first student, he always took extra care of him. Little did Xia Qinghan know that this care would lead to something like this in bed, something even Xia Qinghan himself found disgusting.

Hong Haigang, with a mournful face, stammered, "Teacher..."

Xia Qinghan deliberately turned his head away, pretending not to see his increasingly swollen genitals.

"Teacher..."

Hong Haigang pleaded in a soft, coquettish tone.

Perhaps because Xia Qinghan was the eldest child in his family, despite his parents' hard work, their financial situation had never improved, leaving his younger siblings in his care. Therefore, he always spared no effort in caring for his siblings, and whenever he heard this pitiful, submissive voice, his hardened heart would soften.

"What exactly do you want?" Xia Qinghan's angry tone rose at the end.

Under his furious tone, Hong Haigang could already sense a softening in his heart.

He pitifully grabbed Xia Qinghan's hand, "Teacher, please, I really want to do it again..."

Xia Qinghan still ignored him, "You...you either squat in front of the computer pretending I don't exist, or you just want to do it, what do you take me for? Ugh, go do it in the toilet yourself."

"But teacher, you're so soft, so fragrant, it's irresistible."

"You idiotic pervert..."

Xia Qinghan no longer had the strength to curse him. This guy would suddenly turn into a perverted demon king as soon as the computer case was finished, and he wouldn't stop until he had done it at least five times.

Seeing that Xia Qinghan seemed to have agreed, Hong Haigang quickly hugged him, not letting the opportunity slip away, licking and smelling his neck, making Xia Qinghan's whole body go weak.

"So fragrant, so soft, teacher, you smell so good."

It was those same words he'd said a thousand times before. Xia Qinghan was clearly tired of them, but every time he heard those deep, somewhat idiotic words, his body would go limp.

"Mmm...uh..." Xia Qinghan let out a soft, intoxicated sound.

Seeing his chance, Hong Haigang quickly picked him up and carried him back to the bed. The two resumed their lovemaking, and it wasn't until several hours later that he was satisfied.

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"You damn pervert..."

Xia Qinghan wasn't satisfied with cursing, so he reached out and slapped the soundly sleeping Hong Haigang. Unfortunately, Hong Haigang was sleeping like a log and there was no way he would wake up.

Xia Qinghan endured the pain in his back, legs, and waist as he got up. The worst part was the excruciating pain in his buttocks from Hong Haigang's constant attacks.

Whether it was because the case was too difficult and he needed to vent, or because they hadn't done it in a long time and had been holding back for too long, Hong Haigang forced him to do it six times before finally falling asleep.

He was full and could sleep soundly, while Xia Qinghan, with aching eyes and body, mopped the floor and washed the clothes before going home.

Why did he have to go through all this trouble?

The reason was that Hong Haigang was practically a complete idiot when it came to daily life, except for being incredibly skilled with computers—in short, a life-skills-challenged person.

Xia Qinghan suspected that if she wasn't there to take care of him, sooner or later he would burn the whole house down while boiling water, burning himself to death inside, or cause a devastating flood while mopping the floor.

To avoid such a tragedy, Xia Qinghan had to come and check on him every now and then, and do the housework for him, lest God shorten his lifespan.

Why did she say that?

Because God would think that he saw someone by the well about to fall in and drown, yet didn't reach out to save him—too heartless! So he forced himself to clean up after this fool.

After all the cleanup work was done, Hong Haigang didn't seem to show any gratitude. If Hong Haigang was working, he would be engrossed in his computer, seemingly unaware that he had even been there.

If he had finished working, he would, like today, relentlessly pursue him on the bed, engaging in several rounds of passionate lovemaking until Hong Haigang was satisfied before letting him go home.

"I'm going home now..."

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