Do you like me?

Chu Songzhu didn't know when he fell asleep. Perhaps it was during the third time he was entered while lying on his side, or perhaps it was when he was helped to sit on Lu Zhuo's lap.
In his dream, Chu Songzhu inexplicably dreamt of a memory from his university days: a beautiful girl mustering the courage to confess her feelings to him. But suddenly, the face of a handsome boy from his department, whose name he didn't even know, flashed into his mind.
That handsome, quiet face, as he drew closer, transformed into Lu Zhuo's face—mature and dangerous.
His heart pounded, and he woke up with rapid breathing, finally finding the source of his nightmare: someone's arm was across his heart.
Sunlight streamed in through the curtains that hadn't been drawn.
Reality returned.
Chu Songzhu carefully removed the arm from his body, sat up, and looked at the sleeping face beside him. How handsome that face was, even the bruises couldn't hide it. It was this very face that made him underestimate its danger. He was a leopard in cat's clothing, pouncing on his prey with lightning speed when it approached unprepared.
They were both men, and nothing had actually happened that night. After all, he had given his consent first. It was too late to say anything now, but he didn't know how to face each other after waking up. Perhaps it was time for him to start looking for a place to live.
Chu Songzhu threw back the silk quilt, glanced around, and found his tattered shirt on the floor. He forced it on and walked shakily towards the door.
Turning the doorknob, a low, hoarse voice came from behind:
"Are you planning to run away?"
Chu Songzhu turned back somewhat awkwardly and saw Lu Zhuo leaning leisurely against the bed, a bright smile on his face. He was usually
grumpy when he woke up, but this time he was so refreshed, with the mischievous grin of a cat who had stolen some fish.
"I'm going to take a shower."
Chu Songzhu forcefully opened the door, angrily pulling it shut, leaving that hateful laughter behind.
Standing in the spacious bathroom of the guest room, Chu Songzhu could no longer hide his embarrassment and pressed his head against the wall. That area had been washed clean by warm water, and the lingering scent and saliva from the previous night had flowed down the floor and into the drain.
However, the full-length mirror clearly reflected those marks—the marks of his impulsive actions. Neck, collarbone, chest, abdomen, thighs, back… all more prominent against his fair skin.
“Was that guy starving?” Chu Songzhu looked up at himself in the mirror. It was a clean face, except for some purple at the corners of his mouth and slightly swollen lips.
Chu Songzhu took a half-hour shower for the first time. Only when his fingers were so wrinkled he could no longer feel them did he step out of the bathroom, put on a shirt that could cover the shameful marks on his neck, and carefully checked himself over and over again to make sure there were no flaws.
When he went to the kitchen to start making breakfast, Lu Zhuo hadn’t come down yet. He breathed a sigh of relief and busied himself with the routine. He turned off the stove on the hot milk and was about to turn around when a voice startled him.
"What are we eating today?" This was the first time Chu Songzhu had seen Young Master Lu so cheerful. When she realized the source of his happiness, she wanted to slap him.
Chu Songzhu ignored him, poured hot milk into two cups on the table, placed the freshly made sandwiches on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down to eat.
Lu Zhuo watched her with a smile, reached for some ketchup, poured some into his own portion, and said in a casual tone, "You should take the day off today."
Chu Songzhu took a bite, glared at him, and said, "No need."
Lu Zhuo pulled something from the pocket of his striped shirt, pushed it towards Chu Songzhu, and still had that infuriating smile. "Want me to help you?"
Chu Songzhu looked at the tube of ointment covered in English and immediately knew what it was for. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out two words: "No need."
"We're both men, don't be so dramatic."
"I didn't."
"Oh?"
Chu Songzhu pushed away his plate, looking directly at the man in front of him.
“Okay, I’m just at a loss.”
Lu Zhuo placed his left hand on Chu Songzhuo’s right. “You’ll get used to it.”
Chu Songzhuo pulled his hand away, and the atmosphere immediately became awkward. He pondered what to say, but the words that came out were: “Did you pay yesterday?”
Lu Zhuo was clearly not interested in this topic, so he withdrew his hand and continued with his breakfast.
“You’re always like this, it’s really bothering me.” Chu Songzhuo’s tone was already annoyed, and his words had become harsh, as if someone had repeatedly hit his sore spot.
“What’s bothering me?” Lu Zhuo ate the last bite of bread while sucking on his milk.
“I’ve said it so many times, I have a job, and so do my colleagues. You, a student, paid for all of us. What are we supposed to think?”
“What they think is none of my business!” Lu Zhuo was thoroughly fed up with this pointless conversation. “Is this little bit of money even worth arguing about?”
Chu Songzhu knew they couldn’t communicate on money matters, so she simply gave up. “Anyway, we’ll pay you what we owe you later.”
Lu Zhuo stood up and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair. “Whatever, just put it in the allowance drawer.”
Chu Songzhu was momentarily speechless with anger. After a minute, seeing Lu Zhuo still standing there, she asked, puzzled, “What’s wrong?”
“I was waiting for you. Aren’t you going to work?”
Once they got into the car, Chu Songzhu realized that this guy had a new car again, this time with the very feminine name, “Maserati.”
Lu Zhuo played French music, the soft, murmuring female voice filling the space, and the atmosphere in the car noticeably relaxed.
"We just went to bed last night, how come you're acting all different today?" Lu Zhuo deliberately started the conversation in a playful tone.
Chu Songzhu looked at his childish expression and was momentarily annoyed.
Just then, they stopped at a red light. Lu Zhuo reached out his right hand, lifted Chu Songzhuo's chin, and tempted him with his charming voice: "Do you like me?"
Chu Songzhu slapped his hand away, not with much force, "Focus on driving, don't be so shameless."
"Why are you driving on a red light?" Lu Zhuo teased his mistake, this time turning Chu Songzhuo's face around and giving him another hard slap.
"Don't be silly." Chu Songzhuo pushed him away, his face flushed, and looked around in a panic.
Lu Zhuo chuckled softly, "These windows are specially made."
Seeing that he was about to lean forward again, Chu Songzhuo quickly pointed ahead to remind him: "Red light."
Lu Zhuo glanced at him before starting the car again.

When Chu Songzhuo rushed into the bathroom for the third time, he gritted his teeth and cursed Lu Zhuo's ancestors for the 123rd time.
When he opened his eyes and started rambling to his colleagues about why a high school student had paid for their meals the night before—"His credit card limit for the month wasn't used yet"—I wanted to drag out the Lu family ancestor and give him a good scolding for giving birth to such a scoundrel as Lu Zhuo.
Passing that high school on the bus after work, the scene was still one of youthful exuberance, but my state of mind was completely different. Autumn in the South always feels too short, so short that before you even realize it, it's gone.
To avoid embarrassment, Chu Songzhu prepared dinner early, then went back to her room. After washing up, she turned off the main light and turned on her bedside lamp to read. As she read, her eyes almost touching the screen, she vaguely heard someone standing at her doorway. They paused for two seconds and then left. Chu Songzhu vaguely knew who it was but tried to dismiss it as a dream.
The next day was Saturday. Chu Songzhu got up early, changed into casual clothes, and went downstairs. She put soybeans and water in the soy milk maker, turned it on, and methodically placed several kinds of steamed buns into the steamer amidst the humming of the machine. She also drizzled salad dressing on sliced fruit.
When Lu Zhuo came downstairs, Chu Songzhu had just finished her meal, wiped her mouth, and was about to leave.
"Isn't today a holiday?" Lu Zhuo, dressed in American streetwear, was a refreshing sight.
"Hmm." Chu Songzhu didn't pause at all at his greeting, quickly putting on his coat, his tone indifferent. "I'm going to look at apartments."
Lu Zhuo strode forward, his temper barely contained: "Are you trying to make our relationship this strained?"
"I'll be moving out sooner or later anyway, finding one sooner is better for both of us."
"I'm not kicking you out." Lu Zhuo paused. "Or do you absolutely have to leave?"
Chu Songzhuo took a deep breath. "Let's be clear, why do I want to stay here? What's the reason? Don't tell me it's just because we slept together once."
Lu Zhuo was taken aback, not expecting the seemingly docile Chu Songzhuo to use such vulgar language.
"That's part of the reason."
"Forget that reason, we're both men. Although I'm unhappy, I won't make a scene over it."
Chu Songzhuo deliberately remained silent, wanting to hear what reason Lu Zhuo could give for him to stay that he could accept. After waiting for a while, the other party only asked one question: "I'm playing basketball with those guys next door later, are you coming?"
Chu Songzhu smiled wryly: "No, it's getting late, the agent is still waiting for me." He deliberately glanced at his watch; actually, leaving at this time meant he still had half an hour before the meeting time. As soon as
he stepped out of the house, the cold air that had blown in from the north the night before immediately showed its power. Chu Songzhu zipped up his coat. On Saturday morning, most people were still in their warm beds, and the sparse crowd made it feel even colder.
He walked in the wind for an hour, briefly looking at the houses recommended by the agent. Actually, for a man like him, the environment wasn't the deciding factor; price was. The price quoted by the agent was much higher than his expectations. Disappointed, he got on the bus, listless because of his first-round failure.
Lu Zhuo's beautiful villa exuded an alluring warmth from afar; it was everyone's ideal choice. But it wasn't his.
He opened the door and saw Lu Zhuo slumped on the large sofa, still dressed in his street style. His wet hair clung to his forehead, pulled back to reveal a smooth, full shape. His youthful energy was palpable; beneath his mature appearance, Lu Zhuo was, after all, a vibrant 18-year-old.
"Hey," Lu Zhuo smiled at him, taking a sip of his canned drink covered in foreign writing. "How was the house?"
The temperature was a constant 24 degrees Celsius; stepping inside, he immediately felt the layers were too thick. Chu Songzhu composed himself, returning his smile. "Pretty good."
Then, he hurried towards his shelter.
He closed the door behind him, frantically stripping off his clothes, as if only in this way could he calm his strange restlessness. His inner shirt was soaked with sweat. He kicked off his shoes, shirtless, and suddenly felt a strong urge to take a cold shower.
When the icy chill that tingled his scalp enveloped him from head to toe, Chu Songzhu's world seemed to be trapped in a watery barrier.
Until someone wrapped their arms around him from behind, piercing through the chilling curtain of water.
Chu Songzhu turned his head; he knew who was behind him. He opened his mouth. Should he scold them, or politely ask them to leave?
Before he could say anything, the other person had already captured his lips.
Chu Songzhu felt the villa's water pipes must be broken. Why was his skin temperature rising even though he had turned on cold water? His scalp, which had been numb with cold, now felt like it had been scorched by the summer sun—his head was spinning.
"Isn't it better to live together?" A low, husky voice, with a captivating charm, whispered in his sensitive ear, each word deliberate, as if trying to pierce his heart.
Chu Songzhu didn't answer, or rather, he couldn't answer.
The apartment recommended by the agent had excellent natural light, faced south, was a ten-minute walk from the company (no need to take the bus), was on the third floor of the complex, a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment with a small balcony. Honestly, for such conditions and price, it was more than fair. But after hesitating for a while, he still chose to give it up.
Why?
He asked himself the same question. 　　Was
it because he had some expectations of him, or some expectations of himself?
"Don't you want to live with me?" A velvety whisper pierced his heart. So gentle, so close to his ear, so deeply felt. How could he answer? How should he answer? 　　As he buried his face in the pillow, his eyes closed were filled with his mother's words, a life principle he held dear. 　　Chu Songzhu felt powerless against his own confusion. Back then, when his mother had just passed away, he hadn't given in to his own desires, so why was he now so disoriented, convincing himself of this? 　　He slightly turned his head, squinting open a crack, but the impact from above caused a blur in his vision, only to see streaks of white light rushing into his eyes. 　　Between men, do you really expect forever? 　　With a surge of strength, he raised his hand and angrily grabbed the arm supporting him. 　　"Hmm?" A slightly hoarse voice, yet still melodious, cast a shadow over him. Seeing that he just stared at him with wet eyes, not speaking, he simply leaned closer. 　　Chu Songzhu didn't know what he wanted to say or ask, he just tightened his grip on the arm. 　　"Together..." 　　Together what? 　　Unfortunately, his lips were still being licked by someone, and he would never get the answer to his question. 　　He had persuaded himself, hypnotized himself, and let himself walk down a dark path, but the process was unexpectedly more pleasant than he had imagined. Chu Songzhu closed the rental website; for the time being, he wouldn't consider renting a place. 　　The two of them would live together, the rhythm unchanged. Outwardly, nothing seemed to have changed. But in his heart, this expensive villa had transformed from a temporary residence into a shared living space, and it seemed he could finally own it—literally. 　　He didn't intend to ask them what this was anymore. 　　What could it be? Just two men living together—cohabitation, nothing more. 　　He still stayed in the guest room, and every day he still got up early to make breakfast before waking someone up, but this task was much more difficult than before. 　　They were more "open" with each other now, and the initial shyness had vanished. So even when he saw Young Master Lu completely naked early in the morning, he didn't feel as awkward as before. 　　What bothered him was that Lu Zhuo always managed to wake him up and end up in bed with him on top of someone.

Lu Zhuo was in the prime of his youth, full of vigor, and Chu Songzhuo knew it. Although he was a few years older, he was also in his prime. Men are all hot-blooded creatures; a tiny spark can ignite a whole forest. He could understand accidental passion, but what he couldn't understand was how Chu Songzhuo, who was always so self-controlled and resilient, could always be so easily stripped naked by Lu Zhuo—no, many times before he was even fully stripped.
Like…right now…
“…Um…” Deliberately ignoring the nimble hand that slipped inside his shirt, Chu Songzhuo knew that gaining the upper hand was more important than stopping the hand busy unzipping his pants. “…You…”
Although Lu Zhuo was handsome, he always put on a mature and sophisticated air, making him seem somewhat unapproachable. This was very different from when he first woke up.
His dark eyes, slightly swollen with a hint of peach blossom, weren't fully open, half-closed. His hair was messy from sleeping, casually scattered, and his healthy, smooth skin shimmered alluringly in the dim sunlight. Even the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, a hint of mischief, a touch of roguishness, but undeniably attractive. He was as languid as a purebred Persian cat just waking up.
Lu Zhuo, still wearing that seductive smile, released his lips and moved downwards, kissing his neck and navel along the unbuttoned shirt. Finally, he lightly circled his tongue, leaving a cool, tingling, numbing sensation.
Chu Songzhu could finally breathe deeply, but after only a couple of breaths, he was brazenly slid into his underwear.
"...Ah..."
Just how many people had this guy been with? His technique made even a man like me admit defeat.
"...Stop...If you don't stop...you...ah...you'll be late!" He finished in one breath.
Lu Zhuo stopped as expected, looked up at him, his smile deepening. He leaned close to Chu Songzhu's ear and gently blew a breath, successfully causing Chu Songzhu to tense up and shrug his shoulders. He
always uses this trick!
"Half an hour is enough."
Half an hour my foot! If I let you hold me down for another half hour, I won't go to class either.
Taking advantage of this rare opening, Chu Songzhu gave him a hard push. Lu Zhuo lost his balance and was pushed to the side.
"You don't have class, but I have to go to work." Chu Songzhu frantically rolled off the enormous bed, his neatly ironed and folded clothes now ruined. In the full-length mirror beside him, he could see his upper body was practically bare, his shirt just hanging on his arm; his lower body was mostly intact, except for his pants, which had slipped down because the zipper wasn't working properly, and his underwear, which had been torn so badly it was practically revealing what was underneath.
His fair skin was covered in purple and blue marks.
Chu Songzhu blushed slightly, hurriedly fastening and tucking in what needed to be fastened.
"You should trust my driving speed; I definitely won't let you be late," Lu Zhuo promised the man, who maintained a safe distance from him, without getting out of bed.
"Aren't you afraid of getting a ticket?" Chu Songzhuo said this, knowing full well that the Lu family wouldn't care about a small ticket.
Lu Zhuo's morning enthusiasm had been dampened, so he simply got up, grabbed his robe, and put it on. He gave an elegant yawn and headed to the bathroom; he always had a morning shower, perhaps due to his years living abroad.
"What are we eating today?" A low, husky voice drifted over from the ensuite bathroom, separated by a frosted glass partition, accompanied by the sound of running water.
Chu Songzhuo felt it unwise to linger in this dangerous place, so he loudly replied, "Go see for yourself," and went downstairs.
Since he hadn't been taken advantage of today, and had plenty of time, Chu Songzhuo decided to stroll to catch the bus.
The weather was starting to get a little chilly, and the bus's air conditioning had long been turned off, leaving only ventilation. The only window on the roof was also open, and Chu Songzhu stood in his favorite spot by the back door, breathing in the brief
burst of fresh air as the doors opened and closed. Along the way, several students got on and off, and for some reason, Chu Songzhu kept recalling the first time he met Lu Zhuo. He was surrounded by that group of students, like a king. Time moved forward, and memories surfaced bit by bit: the pink umbrella he had slipped into his hand, their accidental weekend encounter… They had so many shared memories; strung together, they could slowly form a knot, becoming a beautiful pearl necklace.
Chu Songzhu's mood suddenly improved.

That evening after work, Chu Songzhu hummed a song and enthusiastically prepared four dishes and a soup, including Lu Zhuo's favorite fish. During his stay, Chu Songzhu discovered that Lu Zhuo really loved fish, and only freshwater fish; his preferred cooking method wasn't surprising—steamed. But he had some very obsessive pursuits. He insisted that the fish be steamed until just cooked through—not a fraction more, not a fraction less. The garlic, scallions, and ginger had to be chopped to the perfect size; if they were even slightly too big or too small, he felt it would affect the flavor. If he was even slightly off, he would angrily throw the fish into the trash.
A good mood led to a good meal, and today's fish, Chu Songzhu thought, was the most precisely prepared ever; even Young Master Lu wouldn't find fault with it.
Just as the fish was perfectly cooked, Lu Zhuo arrived home. From his deep breath from afar, Chu Songzhu knew he would be very satisfied with tonight's dinner.
After a pleasant meal, Chu Songzhu turned on the TV. Lu Zhuo sat on the living room sofa with a pile of ingredients, deep in thought.
Chu Songzhu cleaned the kitchen, dried his hands, and brought over a fresh fruit platter. Just as she was about to sit down opposite him to watch TV, she heard Young Master Lu, without even looking up, leaning back on the sofa, holding documents in one hand and waving the other, "Come sit here." When you're under someone's
roof, you have to bow your head
. Chu Songzhu obediently placed the fruit between them and sat down next to him. She had barely settled in when he pulled her close
, leaving no space between them.
"Would it kill you to sit here?"
Chu Songzhu looked up irritably, rolling her eyes, only to see him give her a faint smile.
A quick glance revealed a familiar title in the document, printed in size four.
"Bus?"
Lu Zhuo seemed tired, tossing the dozen or so sheets of paper on the table, mixing them with the other documents.
"A recent project."
"Related to buses? No wonder you take the bus. Is this the kind of work you mentioned before?"
"Yes..." Lu Zhuo lowered his head, meeting his gaze. "The economy hasn't been great lately, and the high-end market is extremely unstable. So we wanted to lower our target consumer group, and there was some debate about whether to place new ads on buses or subways. I'd never ridden a bus in China before, so I took advantage of the bus being under maintenance to experience it."
Chu Songzhu blinked. "So, what are you selling?"
"Houses." Lu Zhuo gave him a "Didn't I say that?" look.
"People who really want to buy houses don't care whether your ads are on buses or subways." Chu Songzhu scoffed, "You know, this city has no shortage of people buying houses."
Lu Zhuo paused for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled.
"Hey, that's rude."
"Yes." Lu Zhuo raised his hand to his mouth, stopping his laughter, but his lips still held a bright, sunny smile.
Chu Songzhu ignored him, pulled the fruit plate closer, and took a slice of apricot.
“Fruit is for eating, not for display.”
“That makes sense.” Lu Zhuo nodded.
Chu Songzhu put another piece in his mouth, and just as he swallowed it, he saw Lu Zhuo lean over, his tongue immediately invading, licking away the fresh, moist fruit flavor and moisture from his mouth.
After he had licked every inch, Chu Songzhu, with heavy breathing, heard someone's satisfied evaluation: “It tastes good.”

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