A Dog Out of Nowhere Chapter 63

Sun Wenqu’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the light in the room. The dim glow of the floor lamp behind them cast a blurry, swaying shadow.

For no reason, it was exciting.

Fang Chi’s body was burning hot, if someone didn’t know better, they’d think he had a high fever, at least 40 degrees.

Sun Wenqu tried to turn over, but Fang Chi was pressed tightly against his back, holding him down firmly, even his hand gripping his shoulder, his palm just as scorching.

A long-missed sensation began to spread bit by bit.

Fang Chi didn’t speak. By his ear, he could hear his heavy breathing.

Sun Wenqu couldn’t see his expression, but he could feel it, the hand wrapping from his waist to his front, the teeth biting at his neck and behind his shoulder.

When Fang Chi bit down on his shoulder, Sun Wenqu frowned, it hurt a little.

Like a wild dog.

But that slight pain quickly transformed into teasing along his sensitive nerves.

Sun Wenqu’s breathing grew rapid along with his, reaching back to grab Fang Chi’s waist.

Fang Chi paused, then grabbed his hand and lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth.

Sun Wenqu’s profile was beautiful. Even though the lighting was poor, he didn’t need to see clearly, every angle of Sun Wenqu, every inch his lips and hands passed over, was already in his mind.

He breathed hard into the hollow of Sun Wenqu’s shoulder, holding him, rubbing, stroking, wanting their bodies closer, closer.

Those videos weren’t textbooks. When Fang Chi watched them, he already felt dizzy and confused; now he had no idea what else he should be doing.

He only knew that some feelings could no longer be endured.

His hand reached toward the pillow, about the only thing he could still remember was where this stuff was.

“Getting… what?” Sun Wenqu asked in a low voice.

Fang Chi didn’t answer.

Sun Wenqu’s voice was already a little hoarse today, and now, lowered and breathy, it sounded irresistibly sexy.

Fang Chi’s breathing was different from usual.

Sun Wenqu could tell.

In his rapid, heavy breathing was a clear, undisguised desire, reckless, urgent, as if even his thinking was about to stop.

Sun Wenqu liked this feeling. Clumsy movements mixed with raw desire, striking precisely at every sensitive point in his body.

Fang Chi’s arm wrapped around his waist, and when his other hand gripped his leg, Sun Wenqu felt the cool, slick sensation on his hand.

Before he could react, Fang Chi’s finger had already slipped inside.

“I… f*ck…” Sun Wenqu suddenly lifted his head, letting out a low, breathy sound.

“Hm?” Fang Chi paused, his voice unsteady.

“It’s nothing,” Sun Wenqu closed his eyes. Fang Chi’s breathing was chaotic, every inch of his skin pressed against him was burning hot, making him feel slightly dazed. “At this rate… you might as well just go in directly…”

“Okay.” Fang Chi responded by his ear. His already disordered breathing immediately became completely erratic.

As Fang Chi directly pushed in like that, Sun Wenqu’s body tensed instantly, letting out a hoarse groan.

He felt that he had really overestimated the intelligence of a pure, inexperienced virgin at the moment of letting loose.

…

The room was quiet. The air conditioner hummed softly. In the hallway, it seemed like someone upstairs had guests, chaotic footsteps sounded continuously for several minutes before gradually fading away.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Sun Wenqu lay on his side with his eyes closed. “I’m all sweaty.”

“In a minute.” Fang Chi held him from behind and wouldn’t let go.

“Your ‘minute’ has already been half an hour.” Sun Wenqu’s voice sounded a little lazy.

“I still haven’t recovered yet.” Fang Chi mumbled, his lips brushing lightly against Sun Wenqu’s shoulder, occasionally licking him with the tip of his tongue.

“What do you need to recover from?” Sun Wenqu reached back and touched his face. **“Feels like I f*ed you dizzy.”

Fang Chi pressed his nose against the back of Sun Wenqu’s neck and chuckled a few times without answering.

The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed. Chief Huang, who had been sleeping in the living room, squeezed in through the crack and jumped onto the bed, pacing in circles beside them.

“Don’t make noise.” Fang Chi nudged it with his foot.

“I’m going to shower.” Sun Wenqu said.

“In a minute.” Fang Chi held him tighter.

“If you don’t let go I’m going to hit you.” Sun Wenqu turned his head to look at him.

Fang Chi smiled, leaned over, and kissed him. “Can I shower with you?”

“Go ahead,” Sun Wenqu pushed him away and sat up. He touched the bedsheet, and his hand came away slick. “Did you squeeze an entire bottle of lube onto me?”

“…Probably not,” Fang Chi picked up the bottle and looked at it, then tossed it aside a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know how much to use… I was afraid it would hurt you.”

“You still cared whether I hurt or not?” Sun Wenqu got out of bed lazily, rubbed Chief Huang’s head, and walked out of the bedroom.

Fang Chi watched his back, dazed for a moment before jumping off the bed and running after him into the bathroom.

“Hey,” Fang Chi tested the water temperature while glancing at Sun Wenqu leaning against the wall. “Did I hurt you?”

“It was fine,” Sun Wenqu said. “I’m already surprised you didn’t take me apart.”

“…If you feel uncomfortable just… tell me,” Fang Chi turned on the hot water and let it run over him, sounding a little shy. “I mean, I don’t have experience, so if you tell me, then I’ll… know.”

Sun Wenqu turned around and braced a hand against the wall.

Fang Chi let the water run down his back. When Sun Wenqu didn’t answer, he leaned in and whispered: “Why aren’t you talking? What… what are you laughing at!”

“I can’t laugh now?” Sun Wenqu turned his face toward him, still smiling.

“I’m being serious,” Fang Chi glared. “If you don’t tell me and I make you uncomfortable…”

“If you make me uncomfortable, then we switch,” Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.
“I’m sure I can make you feel very good.”

“I…” Fang Chi opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything, rubbing Sun Wenqu’s back instead.

“What,” Sun Wenqu said, “you don’t want to?”

“No,” Fang Chi pressed against his back, rubbing lightly. “You can do whatever you want. I’m talking about… my part.”

Fang Chi’s serious tone made Sun Wenqu laugh against the wall again. “We can discuss this academic topic later.”

“…Okay.” Fang Chi answered.

“Hey,” after letting him rinse for a while, Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue. “You’re not bad. I thought you’d be done in five minutes.”

Fang Chi didn’t speak. After a long time he muttered: “I’m not stupid. Before you came back, I jerked off once.”

“Oh wow, son,” Sun Wenqu turned around laughing. “You really planned ahead.”

Fang Chi looked at him, then laughed too. “That’s the one thing I remembered.”

After showering, Fang Chi felt tired and just wanted to sleep, but the pampered young master Sun Wenqu flopped onto the sofa and declared he was hungry.

“What do you want to eat? We only have noodles and chocolate.” Fang Chi asked.

“Noodles,” Sun Wenqu took out the hair dryer. “Sausage and egg noodles.”

“…It’s the middle of the night. You’re really not afraid of getting fat.” Fang Chi sighed and went to the kitchen.

“As long as you’re not afraid of getting tired.” Sun Wenqu started drying his hair, then tossed the dryer aside. “We’re buying a new dryer tomorrow. This piece of junk, farting on my head would be warmer.”

Fang Chi wasn’t hungry at first, just exhausted. But once he smelled the noodles cooking, he suddenly felt like he could eat Sun Wenqu whole.

So he cooked a huge pot and brought it out.

“Are you planning to feed the homeless?” Sun Wenqu raised an eyebrow at the giant pot.

“Eat your bowl,” Fang Chi served him. “I can finish the rest.”

“Young people really are too strong.” Sun Wenqu sat and watched him.

After eating, cleaning the bed, and helping Sun Wenqu dry his hair, it was already 1 a.m. Fang Chi lay in bed holding him, tired but deeply satisfied.

“Tomorrow I’m going to Uncle Liangzi’s,” Sun Wenqu said, touching his arm. “If you’re bored at home, come with me.”

“Will we be there all day?” Fang Chi asked.

“Just the morning. The technician just needs to finish the drawings. In a couple days we’ll be busy with soil and stuff,” Sun Wenqu said. “It’ll be annoying. You’ll have to sit quietly and not bother me.”

“Mm,” Fang Chi smiled. “I should go back to the club soon too.”

That night Fang Chi slept incredibly well, deep, peaceful, completely satisfied.

When he woke up and saw Sun Wenqu’s face, that happiness surged to the top.

He had expected to dream several times, replaying last night’s… indescribable, impossible‑to‑recall‑clearly feeling.

But unexpectedly, he slept straight through.

He didn’t move, just lay there staring at Sun Wenqu.

Only now, looking at him again, did the excitement and *** from last night slowly return, like soft fur brushing over his body.

Comfortable and… thrilling.

He leaned in and kissed Sun Wenqu’s face, neck, chest, his hand sliding down his stomach.

“Two choices.” Sun Wenqu suddenly spoke, voice still thick with sleep.

“Huh?” Fang Chi jumped, caught red‑handed trying to feel him up.

“Either you get out of bed,” Sun Wenqu opened his eyes and flicked Fang Chi’s nose, “or you lie down properly.”

Fang Chi scratched his head and smiled. “You’re serious?”

“No,” Sun Wenqu yawned. “It’s early morning, I haven’t slept enough. Where would I get the energy to *** you?”

Fang Chi was left speechless for a long moment, not knowing how to respond, so he just kept looking at him.

“If you’re in such a good mood,” Sun Wenqu’s hand slid behind Fang Chi’s head and gently pressed him downward, smiling, “then how about you…”

“Mm.” Fang Chi flipped the blanket off him and grabbed his underwear, pulling it down.

“Hey hey hey, ” Sun Wenqu bent his legs, “I was teasing you, you’re actually doing it?”

Fang Chi stopped, braced himself on the bed, and looked at him. “You tease me about this? I’m telling you, if you tease me about this, I will always take it seriously.”

“You’re not just a chive spirit, you’re a whole chive demon!” Sun Wenqu sighed, sat up, and yawned while putting on his clothes. “Running around all day with a loaded gun, chasing people to spray *** everywhere.”

“Gun king.” Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu held back a laugh and glanced back at him.

Fang Chi couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing, sitting on the bed laughing for a long while.

After breakfast, Fang Chi went downstairs with Sun Wenqu.

“Should I drive?” Fang Chi held the keys.

“Hm?” Sun Wenqu looked at him.

“I’ll drive, you rest,” Fang Chi rubbed his nose. “I keep thinking I hurt you yesterday. You rest, I’ll drive.”

“Then you drive.” Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Ma Liang’s studio was in the outskirts, but in the opposite direction from Fang Chi’s place, so it was actually pretty far. Fang Chi kept calculating the distance, driving would take over an hour.

Sun Wenqu had said before that he could go back and forth, but Fang Chi suddenly felt reluctant. Work all day and then drive another hour?

“We’re halfway there, right?” Fang Chi checked the GPS.

“More than halfway,” Sun Wenqu said. He was about to turn on some music when his phone rang. He checked the screen. “Your Uncle Liangzi misses me.”

Fang Chi smiled.

Sun Wenqu answered. “Hello?”

“Wenqu?” It was Hu Yuanyuan’s voice.

“Why are you calling me?” Sun Wenqu laughed.

“Hey, are you on your way here?” Hu Yuanyuan’s voice was low and urgent.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?” Sun Wenqu asked.

“Listen, maybe don’t come today,” Hu Yuanyuan said quickly. “Your old man is here. He’s been sitting here for half an hour and doesn’t look like he’s leaving!”

“My dad?” Sun Wenqu froze. His dad was at Ma Liang’s?

Why would his dad go there? He sat up straighter. “How did he even get there? He doesn’t know the place.”

Fang Chi’s foot eased off the gas. Sun Wenqu’s dad?

“He doesn’t know, but Li Bowen does,” Hu Yuanyuan sounded completely annoyed. “He brought your dad here! That idiot!”

Sun Wenqu frowned and stayed silent.

“Liangzi is still chatting with him,” Hu Yuanyuan lowered her voice. “Your dad walked around earlier. He probably didn’t notice what you’re making here. Maybe wait until he leaves before you come.”

“No,” Sun Wenqu pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t avoid going forever. If he didn’t hear something, he wouldn’t have shown up.”

“…Alright then,” Hu Yuanyuan hesitated. “Just… keep yourself under control.”

Sun Wenqu hung up and stared out the window.

“What happened?” Fang Chi looked at him nervously.

“My dad’s at Liangzi’s.” Sun Wenqu said.

“Oh.” Fang Chi froze. “Then he… then should I…”

Sun Wenqu didn’t answer, and Fang Chi didn’t know what to say either.

He knew Sun Wenqu didn’t get along with his dad, but he didn’t know how bad it was or what the situation was like. He could only stay quiet.

His heart was full of unease.

It was probably Ma Liang or his wife trying to persuade Sun Wenqu not to come today.

But Sun Wenqu was still going.

So what about him?

Should he go too?

Would he cause trouble for Sun Wenqu?

If his dad asked questions, would it put Sun Wenqu in a difficult spot?

But Sun Wenqu didn’t tell him to go back.

Was it because he didn’t think of it, or because he wanted Fang Chi to come?

Fang Chi suddenly felt his palms sweating. He gripped the steering wheel, nervous like waiting for exam results, completely unsettled.

“It’s fine,” Sun Wenqu finally looked away from the window, put a hand on Fang Chi’s shoulder, and squeezed lightly. He traced a finger along Fang Chi’s cheek. “You’re coming with me.”

“Okay.” Fang Chi quickly leaned his face into Sun Wenqu’s hand. “Then… what should I say?”

“Say what?” Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

“Just… your dad,” Fang Chi swallowed with difficulty. “If he asks who I am, or says something…”

“Say whatever you want,” Sun Wenqu curled his lips. “Anything. Say whatever you feel like. If you don’t want to say anything, then don’t say anything. It’s fine.”

Fang Chi didn’t speak, staring straight ahead.

Ma Liang’s studio was quite pretty, decorated in a very modern style, obviously an artist’s place.

But Fang Chi wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. When he parked, he saw a black SUV outside the studio courtyard.

That had to be Sun Wenqu’s father’s car. Fang Chi was so nervous he didn’t even register what model it was, his vision went blurry as he got out of the car.

Sun Wenqu got out too, patted Fang Chi twice on the lower back, walked ahead of him, and entered the courtyard.

On the courtyard table, normally used by Ma Liang to show off his “post‑modern meets tradition” and “classical fused with contemporary” aesthetic, the kind that would make an old man frown, sat a matching “post‑modern meets tradition” tea set.

Three people were seated around it:

His father, Ma Liang, and Li Bowen.

Hearing footsteps, Li Bowen turned first. When he saw who it was, surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by a bright smile.

“Wenqu! It really is you! Didn’t expect you to actually come!” He stood up and hurried over, then turned back toward the father still seated. “Uncle Sun, look, it really is Wenqu.”

Sun Wenqu lifted an arm to block Li Bowen’s hand that was reaching to pat his shoulder, and walked straight to his father. “Dad, why are you here?”

His father put down his cup and turned to look at him. “Surprised?”

“Yes.” Sun Wenqu said.

“Surprised you didn’t hide well enough?” His father let out a cold laugh.

“No, I wasn’t hiding.” Sun Wenqu smiled faintly.

His father stared at him for a moment, then turned his face toward the person behind him. “Who is this.”