Fang Chi liked Sun Wenqu’s hands.
His fingers were slim and long, the joints clearly defined without being knobby, strong yet gentle.
These hands, whether writing, painting, shaping pottery, or simply resting against Sun Wenqu’s temple, always struck Fang Chi as full of beauty.
And if, like now, they slid across his chest, his lower abdomen, slipping into his waistband… that made Fang Chi completely sink into excitement, his breathing and heartbeat running freely as they pleased.
A small car had its advantages too. Fang Chi had originally thought the Beetle was too cramped to sit comfortably, but now, if he ignored the gear shift pressing against his backside, all he had to do was turn sideways to squeeze tightly together with Sun Wenqu.
“Are we really doing this in the parking lot?” His hand slipped into Sun Wenqu’s clothes, grabbing his waistband and tugging it down as he reached inside.
“What are you trying to do?” Sun Wenqu caught his hand, pressing it down, and whispered in his ear, “You’re not thinking of going all the way, are you?”
“Hm?” Fang Chi looked at him.
“What do you mean ‘hm’?” Sun Wenqu kissed the corner of his lips. “In a place this small, what do you think you can do?”
“I…” Fang Chi froze for a moment, then realized and laughed, burying his face into his shoulder. “D*mn, I got carried away.”
“So now even just jerking off isn’t enough for you?” Sun Wenqu’s hand moved around to his back, rubbing at his waist.
“It’s enough,” Fang Chi bit at his neck, panting indistinctly. “As long as it’s you, anything is enough.”
Sun Wenqu smiled and gently wrapped his hand around him.
“Mmm…” Fang Chi let out a low sound by his ear.
It was an outdoor parking lot. Although their car was parked at the edge, the surrounding spaces were full, and people could pass by at any moment after coming out of the supermarket.
Fang Chi felt a little nervous, afraid of being seen, but there was also a kind of excitement he had never experienced before, broad daylight, out in the open, shamelessly doing something indecent in the car.
It was thrilling.
Every movement of Sun Wenqu’s hand seemed magnified by that tense excitement, each stroke, each motion, each touch carried several times the usual clarity of sensation.
Fang Chi could even hear his own heavy breathing.
…
A car parked across from them suddenly beeped, its lights flashing twice.
“F*ck!” Fang Chi shouted in a low voice, caught between excitement, tension, and thrill, wrapping his arms around Sun Wenqu and biting down on his shoulder.
“Scared you into coming, huh?” Sun Wenqu licked his earlobe and paused his movements.
“…That was too sudden,” Fang Chi panted a few times before turning to look toward that car. It took a while before he spotted someone slowly pushing a shopping cart over. “They pressed the remote from miles away, what’s wrong with them!”
Sun Wenqu pushed him with a laugh. “There are wet wipes in the back seat.”
“Mm.” Fang Chi reached back, grabbed the wet wipes, pulled out a few and handed them to Sun Wenqu. While cleaning up, he let out a small sigh. “Ai…”
“Not satisfied?” Sun Wenqu tilted his head at him.
“Huh? No,” Fang Chi smiled. “I’m sighing because I’m too satisfied.”
Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue. “I remember you used to be pretty shy.”
“Yeah,” Fang Chi finished cleaning, grabbed his wallet. “Depends who I’m with. After being with you this long, of course I’ve learned all the bad things.”
Sun Wenqu yawned with a smile. “Alright, go buy groceries. I’ll nap.”
“Okay.” Fang Chi got out, straightened his pants, then leaned back into the car. “What do you want to eat?”
“Anything.” Sun Wenqu closed his eyes.
“Let me tell you, if anyone else said ‘anything,’ I’d fight them, you believe it?” Fang Chi said.
Sun Wenqu smiled with his eyes closed. After a moment he said: “Eggplant casserole, stuffed green peppers, fish balls.”
“…You think I can make that?” Fang Chi asked.
“Then I guess you’ll have to fight me.” Sun Wenqu said.
“Fine.” Fang Chi clicked his tongue twice and shut the door.
He had spent the whole afternoon sitting around playing on his phone, then driving all the way here. He thought he’d be exhausted from boredom, but now his steps were strangely light.
He felt a little embarrassed. What kind of person gets energized and refreshed from doing *** things…
The supermarket was crowded. It took him a long time to gather everything Sun Wenqu wanted.
Fish balls were easy, just boil them with mushrooms for a fish‑ball mushroom soup. But eggplant casserole and stuffed green peppers were a complete mystery. He had no idea what ingredients to buy, so he asked around and finally figured out what to get. But as for how to cook them, he had zero clue.
The checkout line was long. Fang Chi looked at the aunties in front and behind him, hesitated, then turned to the auntie behind him. “Auntie, do you know how to make eggplant casserole?”
“Of course.” She looked at him.
“…Could you tell me the basic steps?” Fang Chi asked.
“Oh, you’re cooking?” The auntie laughed. “It’s not hard…”
Maybe because they were bored waiting, or maybe because it was amusing to see someone like Fang Chi trying to cook, the aunties in front and behind all joined in, talking over each other, explaining, debating how to make it.
Fang Chi quickly took the chance to ask about stuffed green peppers too. But everyone’s methods were different. He listened until he was dizzy and wasn’t sure he could remember any of it.
When he walked out of the supermarket with the groceries, one auntie even chased after him to add: “Young man, don’t add water to the eggplant casserole! If you must add liquid, use beer! I guarantee your cooking will win your wife over!”
“Thank you, Auntie.” Fang Chi laughed.
He jogged back to the car. Sun Wenqu was still asleep. Fang Chi opened the door and yelled: “Wife!”
“Ai, ” Sun Wenqu opened his eyes. “Scared me to death. Got the groceries?”
“Got them.” Fang Chi got in and tossed the bag into the back seat. “Wife!”
Sun Wenqu didn’t speak, just looked at him.
“What?” Fang Chi started the car.
“Nothing.” Sun Wenqu smiled.
Fang Chi didn’t speak either. After they left the parking lot, he suddenly laughed. “I asked a bunch of aunties how to cook, and they all thought I was cooking for my wife.”
“And that makes you this happy?” Sun Wenqu glanced at him.
“Yeah,” Fang Chi grinned. “You’re my wife.”
Sun Wenqu tilted his head, staring at him silently.
“Do you not like me calling you that?” Fang Chi suddenly got nervous. “If you mind, I won’t say it.”
“No. It’s just a title. You’re my son anyway,” Sun Wenqu curled his lips. “If one day your wife ends up on top of you, would you mind?”
“I wouldn’t,” Fang Chi glanced at him. The smile on Sun Wenqu’s lips made him feel hot. “Hey, don’t tease me.”
Sun Wenqu paused, then turned to look out the window with a helpless laugh. “Fang Chi, I really can’t with you.”
“You never had this phase?” Fang Chi shot him a look. “Getting hard from your pants brushing you, getting hard while walking… Mostly I just think of you and then… I’m not doing it on purpose.”
Sun Wenqu didn’t speak, just laughed.
Fang Chi kept driving. He liked seeing Sun Wenqu like this, happy, and because of him.
It felt wonderful. He tapped the steering wheel and sang: “You are my drug, leading me to taste a rogue’s aphrodisiac…”
“My god.” Sun Wenqu bumped his forehead against the window.
After two seconds of silence, they both burst out laughing.
“Aiyo,” Sun Wenqu laughed for a while, reclined his seat, and sighed. “What are you going to do when you go to school? Won’t you end up hooking up with someone because you can’t hold it in?”
“No.” Fang Chi answered immediately.
“You go eight times a day, more than you eat,” Sun Wenqu looked at him. “You think you can hold it?”
“Don’t underestimate me,” Fang Chi said seriously. “I even calculated the travel time today. If I go to the sports university, the high‑speed train is under two hours. Including getting to the station, four hours max. If I really can’t hold it, I’ll come back to see you.”
“You even checked the schedule?” Sun Wenqu asked.
“Mm, I did,” Fang Chi smiled. “I also checked the bus from campus to the station, 17 stops. If I miss you, I’ll come back.”
“I can go see you too,” Sun Wenqu reached over and touched his face. “I’ll miss you too.”
Fang Chi didn’t speak. His foot eased off the gas as he grinned at the road ahead, smiling all the way home.
He smiled so much he felt like his brain emptied out. By the time he carried the groceries into the kitchen, his memory of the aunties’ recipes was already in pieces, mixed together and impossible to separate.
Sun Wenqu trusted him completely. After showering, he curled up on the sofa with Chief Huang to watch TV, not worried at all about the upcoming dinner.
Ever since he started studying, Fang Chi hadn’t cooked properly, just instant noodles and simple stuff. Not only were these dishes unfamiliar, even the ones he used to know felt rusty.
After nearly two hours of chaos in the kitchen, he finally brought the dishes to the table.
“You know,” Sun Wenqu washed his hands and sat down, looking at the dishes, “your cooking has one very strong point.”
“What?” Fang Chi handed him a bowl of soup, the only thing he was confident about.
“It all looks edible.” Sun Wenqu picked up a piece of eggplant, tasted it, swallowed. “Not bad.”
Fang Chi let out a breath, picked up a stuffed pepper, and took a bite. “This one seems okay too?”
“Let me try.” Sun Wenqu picked up another.
After tasting everything, Sun Wenqu gave him a score of sixty.
“At least it’s edible, right?” Fang Chi smiled.
“Mm. Though none of it is good,” Sun Wenqu nodded with a smile. After eating a bit, he put down his chopsticks. “When you go to school, no one will cook for me.”
“You’ll live at the studio, right?” Fang Chi said. “Eat with them?”
“Might as well order takeout. Hu Yuanyuan’s cooking is also noodle‑level.” Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue.
“Don’t eat too much takeout. No nutrition, and you’ll get fat.” Fang Chi frowned.
“I’ve eaten takeout for years. Am I fat?” Sun Wenqu said.
“What kind of takeout did you eat before? Now it’s different,” Fang Chi hesitated. “You don’t make money, and no one’s giving you money anymore. You still want to order takeout that costs over a hundred?”
Sun Wenqu laughed at him. “So now I can only eat 20‑yuan takeout?”
“Twenty? Fifteen yuan already gets you meat,” Fang Chi put some food in his bowl. “Big fatty pork, chicken cubes full of bones, gutter oil…”
“Enough already,” Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue. “Can we still talk like normal people?”
“Just eat with Uncle Liangzi,” Fang Chi said. “Their staff cooks together. You just pay a meal fee. Cheaper and cleaner than takeout. You don’t smoke, so besides food and rent, you don’t spend much.”
“You really think a lot,” Sun Wenqu smiled at him. “You don’t seem to live cheaply yourself.”
“Thinking a lot is how you have money to spend. Don’t you ever think?” Fang Chi said while eating. “When I’m alone, I plan every month, how much I spend, where it goes. Otherwise I’d have to ask my family for money.”
Sun Wenqu didn’t speak, just smiled at him.
“What?” Fang Chi rubbed his nose, embarrassed.
“Why don’t you manage my money? Give me an allowance every month?” Sun Wenqu took out his wallet, pulled out a card, and put it in front of him. “How about it?”
“Huh?” Fang Chi froze. “Why?”
“No reason,” Sun Wenqu said. “Just sounds fun.”
Fang Chi picked up the card, looked at it, and after a long silence asked: “How much is in it?”
“A lot,” Sun Wenqu leaned on his hand. “Enough to buy into Liangzi’s business.”
Fang Chi hesitated, then carefully put the card into his own wallet. “You’re going to partner with Uncle Liangzi?”
“Haven’t decided. Depends how I feel after this set of work is done,” Sun Wenqu said, sipping soup. “If we partner, there’s a lot to deal with.”
“Your dad…” Fang Chi paused. “Does he want you to go back and help him?”
“He doesn’t need my help. He has my older sister,” Sun Wenqu looked at the soup. “He just wants me to live the way he wants.”
“Do you like… making pottery?” Fang Chi asked.
Sun Wenqu stared at the soup without answering.
“Want another bowl of rice? You didn’t eat much.” Fang Chi changed the subject.
“Never thought about it.” Sun Wenqu said.
“Huh?” Fang Chi froze.
“Whether I like pottery,” Sun Wenqu said. “I never thought about it. I only thought about whether I dislike it.”
“Do you dislike it?” Fang Chi asked.
“…Pretty much,” Sun Wenqu finished his soup and put the bowl next to Fang Chi. “Rice.”
“I… I really like watching you make pottery,” Fang Chi said while scooping rice. “When you do it, you’re… I don’t know how to say it. Just very… sensual.”
Sun Wenqu looked at him.
Fang Chi thought for a moment, then laughed. “Not that kind. Not the kind I want to do.”
“Fang Chi, you’re hopeless.” Sun Wenqu said.
“I didn’t mean it like that!” Fang Chi panicked.
“If you hadn’t said you didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have thought of it at all.” Sun Wenqu said.
“…Eat,” Fang Chi put the bowl in front of him. “Hurry up. Stop talking.”
Because cooking took so long, after they ate and chatted a bit, it was already past ten. Sun Wenqu was probably tired today, he went straight to the bedroom to sleep.
When Fang Chi finished showering and came into the room, Sun Wenqu was wrapped in the blanket, brushing Chief Huang’s fur.
“Move over.” Fang Chi got onto the bed, picked up Chief Huang, who was curled between them, and placed him on Sun Wenqu’s pillow.
Chief Huang struggled unhappily, trying to return to his original spot, but Fang Chi very quickly claimed the territory and wrapped his arms tightly around Sun Wenqu.
Chief Huang stepped on his head twice, circled around, and finally curled up above their heads.
“Sleep.” Fang Chi felt a victorious joy, rubbing his leg against Sun Wenqu’s.
“Are you going to the club tomorrow?” Sun Wenqu touched his leg.
“Mm, going once,” Fang Chi nodded. “I want to ask the club about training after I start school. They have a branch there, maybe I can go directly.”
“I’ll fill out your college application tomorrow,” Sun Wenqu said. “Do you have any preferences?”
“No.” Fang Chi answered cleanly.
“…All up to me?” Sun Wenqu turned to look at him.
“Mm.” Fang Chi smiled.
“You trust me that much.” Sun Wenqu said.
“I do. And you trust me too, you even gave me your card,” Fang Chi thought for a moment. “And today when I followed Li Bowen out, you didn’t stop me.”
“That counts as trust?” Sun Wenqu laughed.
“Yes. You weren’t afraid I’d beat him half‑dead?” Fang Chi said.
“You do things with a sense of measure. That I do trust,” Sun Wenqu said. “Did he fight back?”
“Fight back? He didn’t even get the chance,” Fang Chi said disdainfully. “I thought he did all that outdoor stuff and had some skills. I bet he couldn’t even beat you.”
“What do you mean ‘even beat me’?” Sun Wenqu laughed.
“Poor wording. Your stamina… is pretty good. When we…” Fang Chi trailed off, suddenly getting excited again. Pressed against a certain part of Sun Wenqu, he felt himself stir. He sighed. “Ai, d*mn it, I think my life is over.”
Sun Wenqu didn’t speak, he was laughing so hard his whole body shook.
Fang Chi clicked his tongue, covered Sun Wenqu’s mouth, and held him for a long time without moving. After a while, he changed the subject: “Hey, was it really okay what I did today? I feel like your dad probably put me in the street‑thug category.”
“If he puts you in the ‘just released from prison’ category, that’s fine too,” Sun Wenqu yawned. “Doesn’t concern us.”
“Sun Wenqu.” Fang Chi whispered in his ear.
“Mm.” Sun Wenqu responded.
“I really, really, extremely, extremely like you,” Fang Chi said. “Can you feel it?”
“I can,” Sun Wenqu turned and kissed him on the lips. “Feels like you’re one step away from stuffing me in a sack and carrying me around every day.”
Fang Chi closed his eyes and smiled.
Originally, Fang Chi planned to cook more for Sun Wenqu during summer break, even though his cooking wasn’t great.
But that plan didn’t really happen, he didn’t expect Sun Wenqu to be so busy.
After helping Fang Chi fill out his college application, Sun Wenqu started working on his pottery set.
Once he started, he became so busy he was barely home, leaving early, returning late, exhausted every day.
Fang Chi was busy too, training and doing guide work. He didn’t take overnight jobs unless they were in the village; he only accepted same‑day ones.
He picked up Sun Wenqu every day. Sun Wenqu wasn’t too tired to drive, but Fang Chi still insisted on picking him up.
Not just because he cared, but because he enjoyed it.
Yes, enjoyed it a lot.
Driving him there, picking him up.
It was fun. It was… happiness.
It was addictive.
Fang Chi had never been in a relationship and never imagined what it felt like. But this, this was dating.
Thinking of that person whenever he had a moment. Wanting to call whenever he had more than two minutes free.
It filled a person completely.
When Xiao Yiming came to the club to hang out, he couldn’t help saying: “You’re glowing. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you got whitening injections…”
***
“How is it?” Ma Liang looked at the freshly fired bottles.
“The color’s wrong,” Sun Wenqu stared at them. “Temperature’s off.”
“Too low?” Ma Liang asked.
“Mm.” Sun Wenqu checked the time on his phone. “We’ll fire again tomorrow.”
“Strange, he hasn’t called yet,” Ma Liang laughed. “No phone today?”
“He said he was going out with classmates this morning.” Sun Wenqu said.
“That one who lik–likes him?” Ma Liang immediately asked.
“Yeah,” Sun Wenqu laughed. “Why are you so fixated on that?”
“I’m telling you, Fang Chi is very likable, handsome, sunny, athletic,” Ma Liang said. “Don’t be too careless.”
“I’m not careless,” Sun Wenqu patted the dirt off his pants. “He’s in the stage where everyone except me is invisible. When that phase passes, then I’ll worry.”
Just as he was about to call Fang Chi to ask when he’d come, his phone rang, Fang Chi calling.
He answered. “You…”
Before he could finish, Fang Chi shouted on the other end: “Dad!”
“What happened?” Sun Wenqu almost laughed.
“I just came out of school!” Fang Chi yelled. “Guess what I did at school!”
“Got your admission letter?” Sun Wenqu raised an eyebrow.
“YES!” Fang Chi burst out laughing. “YES! I GOT IT! I GOT IT! Wait for me! I’m coming to pick you up!”
“Okay.” Sun Wenqu answered with a smile.
“And one more thing,” Fang Chi suddenly lowered his voice, speaking softly. “Tonight I don’t care if you’re tired or not.”
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