Night was deep, but Chief Huang still wasn’t asleep.
Sitting upright on the bedside table, holding his tail, tail tip raised, he stared seriously at the bed.
“Mm…” Sun Wenqu frowned with his eyes closed, letting out a low moan.
Fang Chi held his shoulders, panting. Hearing the sound, he grabbed the bottle of lube beside him and threw it toward the wall.
The bottle hit the light switch next to the wardrobe perfectly.
The bedroom lights turned on instantly.
“D*mn,” Sun Wenqu raised an arm to cover his eyes. “You…”
“I want to see,” Fang Chi pulled his arm away, pinned his hand above his head, and thrust hard.
“What you look like right now.”
“…Unfilial brat.” Sun Wenqu’s brows tightened, his waist arching with Fang Chi’s movement.
Fang Chi felt like he had stacked eight layers of shamelessness on his face, but none of it could stop the fire burning through him.
He stared at Sun Wenqu’s face, his vision almost blurred from heat, but he kept looking, wanting to see clearly the frowning, half‑closed eyes, the gasping, moaning expression under his assault. Wanting to see the trembling, the tightening of his body with every thrust.
The final moment, he couldn’t describe it. Like the electric drop of a roller coaster from its highest point, and like a feather brushing the skin, raising waves of shivers.
He lowered his head and kissed Sun Wenqu’s lips, hearing the hoarse moan that slipped into him through their tangled tongues.
The sound rippled through his body, echoing, until it slowly faded in the rush of release.
Chief Huang let out a small meow, jumped off the bedside table, tail raised, and waddled out of the bedroom.
“Ai.” Fang Chi was still lying on top of Sun Wenqu, listening to his own breathing finally calm down.
“I’m going to write an article,” Sun Wenqu pushed him twice but failed, then dropped his arms in defeat. “‘On the Causes of Adolescent Heat.’ Subtitle, ‘The Bottomless Stomach of a Wild Dog.’”
“I’m full.” Fang Chi muffled a laugh.
“Of course. Dinner plus midnight snack,” Sun Wenqu said. “Good thing you only got into an ordinary first‑tier university. If you’d gotten into a 985 or 211, I’d probably run away from home.”
“Old man.” Fang Chi clicked his tongue.
“Get off,” Sun Wenqu clicked his tongue back. “Old man can’t carry you anymore. You’re afraid I’ll get fat, why don’t you weigh yourself and see how heavy you are.”
“Not even 150. I weighed myself at the club today,” Fang Chi rolled off him, grabbed wet wipes, and cleaned him gently. “Shower?”
“No. Three showers in one night and my skin will peel,” Sun Wenqu pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes. “I’m sleeping.”
“I’ll rinse off.” Fang Chi jumped off the bed and tugged at the sheets.
“If you want more, handle it yourself before getting back in bed!” Sun Wenqu yelled into the blanket.
“I said I’m full.” Fang Chi ran into the bathroom.
—
After getting the admission notice, the last bit of pressure in Fang Chi’s heart finally lifted. Every day he felt like he was practically bouncing as he walked.
Xiao Yiming also received his admission notice. Fang Chi even made a special trip to the computer market to check out Xiao Yiming’s “high-end” admission letter.
They were going to the same place, but their schools were ridiculously far apart. Fang Chi studied a map and figured that, factoring in traffic, meeting up once would almost be like him going home once.
“How are you going to cover tuition?” Fang Chi asked.
“Borrowed some from my brother,” Xiao Yiming said. “Plus the last couple months’ wages, and what I saved before, it’s about enough. I’ll just find a part-time job after I get there.”
“If it’s not enough, tell me,” Fang Chi looked at him. “I really do have money here. Even if I give you some, I’ll still have plenty.”
“I know, God of Wealth,” Xiao Yiming smiled.
“Our registration times are about the same. Let’s go together,” Fang Chi said.
“Uncle Sun will drive you there, right?” Xiao Yiming thought for a moment.
“Yeah,” Fang Chi said. “You can just come along with me.”
“No,” Xiao Yiming thought for a second and then smiled. “It wouldn’t be convenient on the way.”
“What do you mean not conven…” Fang Chi started, then suddenly realized. “D*mn, it’s not that serious!”
“I think it is,” Xiao Yiming said with a smile. “I’ll just take the high-speed train myself. It’s not that far, faster than driving anyway.”
Fang Chi clicked his tongue.
After chatting with Xiao Yiming for a while at the computer market, Fang Chi left and took a taxi to Fang Ying’s place.
Fang Ying had moved again, still an old residential complex, the kind without property management. As soon as Fang Chi entered the compound, he saw several mahjong dens.
He frowned.
Following the address Fang Ying gave him, he found the place she rented, but when he knocked, only Little Guo was home. She said Fang Ying had gone out.
“Went to play mahjong?” Fang Chi asked.
“Probably,” Little Guo tilted her head up. “Uncle, have you eaten?”
“You haven’t, have you?” Fang Chi asked.
“Mm.” Little Guo smiled a little shyly.
“Come on, I’ll take you to eat first,” Fang Chi said, taking her hand and heading out.
Fang Chi took Little Guo out for a meal. She ate quite a lot, and after finishing kept hiccuping. Fang Chi felt a bit upset watching her.
He had planned to take her to buy some snacks afterward, but she had probably eaten too much. Not long after they stepped out, she urgently needed to go home to use the bathroom, so Fang Chi had no choice but to take her back.
“Uncle, my mom is probably playing mahjong over at Building 4, second floor, the room without a sign,” Little Guo shouted to him as she ran into the bathroom.
“Got it.” Fang Chi responded.
Little Guo knew her mom pretty well, Fang Chi saw Fang Ying in the card room she mentioned, eating a boxed meal while watching others play.
Fang Chi dragged her outside. She struggled a bit, dissatisfied: “You could’ve just called, I wasn’t going to run away, so rough!”
“Go withdraw money,” Fang Chi said.
“Go, go, go,” Fang Ying shook her arm as she walked toward the street. “Hey Little Chi, did you get your admission letter?”
“Got it,” Fang Chi answered.
“Ah, which school?” Fang Ying turned to look at him. “I knew my little brother would definitely get in!”
“Sports university,” Fang Chi said.
“Nice! Are you studying climbing? Is there a climbing department?” Fang Ying asked again.
“You’re playing cards now and not even taking care of Little Guo’s meals?” Fang Chi didn’t answer her question.
“…Hey, I thought I’d be back soon,” Fang Ying said awkwardly. “There are still biscuits at home.”
Fang Chi didn’t even feel like talking anymore. When he saw an ATM, he pushed Fang Ying over. “Hurry up and withdraw.”
“Hey…” Fang Ying frowned and reluctantly took out her card and inserted it. “I haven’t had any income for two months… I probably can’t withdraw ten thousand this time, right?”
“Transfer,” Fang Chi said.
Fang Ying sighed and pressed transfer. Fang Chi went over, entered his account number, and filled in the amount too. When transferring, he was a bit worried, afraid there wouldn’t be enough balance.
After the money went through successfully, Fang Chi turned to look at Fang Ying. “Cleared.”
“I’ve got no money left either,” Fang Ying put the card back into her bag and sighed again.
“Go get a job,” Fang Chi looked at her. “You’re not living like a decent person yourself, and you’re dragging Little Guo into it too. At this rate you might as well give her away.”
“What nonsense are you talking, Fang Chi!” Fang Ying frowned.
“I’m talking about you.” Fang Chi glanced at her, turned, hailed a cab, and left.
Originally, Fang Chi thought this summer vacation would be uneventful, no homework, no worrying about school starting, so it would feel long.
But with Sun Wenqu, and knowing they’d have to separate once school started, the summer felt like time on a rocket, slipping by no matter how hard he tried to grab it.
What did he even do this whole vacation… Fang Chi summed it up, he was actually quite busy: eating with classmates, training, taking jobs, watching Sun Wenqu fire kilns, rolling around in bed.
If he had to say what left the deepest impression, it was probably the last one. Thinking about going to school and only being able to lie on a 1.2-meter bed every day handling things himself made him unable to resist bothering Sun Wenqu every night.
On the reason of adolescent heat?
Anyway, his cause was Sun Wenqu. Before this delicate old man, he might not even do it once every few days.
But speaking of delicate, Fang Chi felt that once Sun Wenqu entered work mode, he wasn’t delicate at all.
Ceramics work was tough, especially in summer, dirty, hot, exhausting, but someone like Sun Wenqu, who couldn’t live without 20-degree air conditioning, could work for hours once he got going.
Sometimes when Fang Chi saw the sweat on his face, he felt a bit dazed, like this was another Sun Wenqu.
Of course, no matter what kind of Sun Wenqu he was, Fang Chi liked him so much that just thinking about him made him want to smile. But thinking about going to school soon made him suddenly depressed again.
A few days before leaving for school, he went home for two days to spend time with his grandparents. Just those two days without seeing Sun Wenqu were already hard to bear, he followed his grandfather around all day, constantly talking to distract himself, or took Xiaozi into the mountains, running around for hours.
Otherwise, the moment he stopped, he’d want to call Sun Wenqu.
When heading back to the city, he both desperately wanted to see Sun Wenqu and couldn’t bear to leave his grandparents, that feeling made his whole body uncomfortable.
Only at times like this would he lift his head from his almost crazy feelings for Sun Wenqu and suddenly remember there was still an unavoidable hurdle ahead, one that would make him feel even worse.
“Go to bed early tonight,” Sun Wenqu opened Fang Chi’s packed suitcase and looked inside. “Tomorrow will probably be busy at school.”
“Did you tell Uncle Liangzi how long you’ll stay?” Fang Chi asked.
“No,” Sun Wenqu looked at him. “Why?”
“Why don’t you stay a few more days,” Fang Chi hesitated. “Stay until our military training is over?”
Sun Wenqu laughed. “Why don’t you just have Liangzi set up a kiln near your school and I’ll just make pottery there?”
“That’d be best,” Fang Chi clicked his tongue.
“I’ll stay two days,” Sun Wenqu walked over and hugged him. “You’ll be busy with training and adjusting to school. Once you’re there, you won’t feel this reluctant… and it’s only half a month until National Day anyway.”
“That’s still half a month,” Fang Chi sighed.
That night, Fang Chi didn’t sleep well. He didn’t do anything, just held Sun Wenqu tightly, pressed against him.
“I can’t breathe,” Sun Wenqu said in the middle of the night.
“Don’t care.” Fang Chi didn’t loosen his grip.
“You’re so annoying,” Sun Wenqu said sleepily with a laugh.
“Annoying then annoying, so what,” Fang Chi said in a muffled voice. “I think you don’t like me.”
“Do you want to fight?” Sun Wenqu said.
“Then I think you don’t like me enough.” Fang Chi tightened his arms.
Sun Wenqu’s voice carried a nasal tone: “Why would you say that?”
“Don’t know,” Fang Chi lightly tapped his shoulder with his teeth. “You’re not as reluctant as I am.”
“Fang Chi,” Sun Wenqu pulled his arm away, struggled, and turned to face him, tracing from his nose to his lips and flicking lightly. “I am a so-called 30-year-old old man, according to you.”
“Old man,” Fang Chi said.
“I don’t put everything on my face. When I miss you, want to have you, or want you to have me,” Sun Wenqu curved his lips, “I don’t necessarily say it.”
“If you want me, you can say it,” Fang Chi said. “I don’t mind.”
“I’m too lazy to move right now,” Sun Wenqu kissed the tip of his nose. “Let me tell you, with you going at it no matter whether I’m tired, eighty times a day…”
“Even combined it’s not eighty times, okay!” Fang Chi opened his half-closed eyes.
“…Do you understand exaggeration? If you were a liberal arts student, you’d probably fail this year,” Sun Wenqu sighed. “With someone like you, if I didn’t like you, I’d have kicked you out long ago, told you to get as far away as possible.”
“You don’t want it?” Fang Chi immediately got nervous. “Am I too desperate?”
Sun Wenqu looked at him. After a moment, he burst out laughing. “D*mn, you’ve laughed my sleepiness away.”
“Then what is it?” Fang Chi still asked uneasily.
“If it’s you, I don’t mind,” Sun Wenqu said softly. “Clingy and desperate, I don’t mind, because I like you. The way you’re like a wild dog that can’t be fed enough, I actually find it pretty… exciting.”
“…Oh,” Fang Chi let out a breath of relief. After a moment of silence, he leaned closer again. “Then say it.”
“Say what?” Sun Wenqu asked.
“Say you really like Fang Chi, like him a lot. Besides Fang Chi, you don’t even want to look at anyone else.”
Sun Wenqu smiled and sighed. “I really like Fang Chi, like him a lot. Besides Fang Chi, I can’t even be bothered to look at anyone else.”
“Mm,” Fang Chi smiled. “Got it.”
When they set off for school, they didn’t drive the Beetle, they drove a Cayenne that Ma Liang had somehow borrowed.
“Why are we driving this?” Fang Chi got into the car.
“For style, stability, face,” Sun Wenqu imitated Ma Liang’s tone. “If you drive the Beetle, your classmates won’t even notice. That car’s too small.”
Fang Chi laughed. “You’re crazy, it’s just to show off, isn’t it.”
“Exactly,” Sun Wenqu nodded. “Your Uncle Liangzi is especially good at helping others show off, working hard to make you annoying on your very first day.”
Fang Chi laughed for a long time.
Driving on the highway took two more hours than taking the high-speed train, but Fang Chi didn’t mind, he would’ve preferred ten or eight more hours on the road.
Every time they passed a rest stop, Fang Chi would point and say, “Rest stop, go in, I need to pee.”
The fourth time, Sun Wenqu didn’t pull in. “You’ve got frequent urination. Probably kidney deficiency.”
“I just want to go slower,” Fang Chi clicked his tongue and patted his crotch. “Strong as ever, no way there’s a problem.”
“Little Jiji are higher up,” Sun Wenqu said. “That’s your little thing.”
Fang Chi opened his mouth but didn’t speak. After a moment, he laughed and shouted, “Hey!”
Even though Fang Chi kept trying to stall, after noon the car still arrived at the school.
“Pretty lively,” Sun Wenqu said as he drove into campus.
“Yeah,” Fang Chi looked out the window. Banners welcoming freshmen could be seen from far away. “Campus seems pretty big.”
“Didn’t you even check bus routes? Didn’t you look up the school?” Sun Wenqu smiled.
“If you were in the same school as me, I’d memorize the real map,” Fang Chi said. “I only checked to calculate how long it’d take to come back to see you.”
Sun Wenqu smiled and patted his leg.
After parking, as soon as Fang Chi got out, an upperclassman came over and pointed them toward the registration area.
“Hey, perfect,” a girl looked around and called out to someone passing by on a bike, “Cheng Mo!”
The boy on the bike stopped and turned to look.
“This is a freshman from your department, take him over,” the girl said.
“Okay,” Cheng Mo glanced at Fang Chi and tilted his head. “This way.”
The registration area wasn’t far. Fang Chi and Sun Wenqu followed behind him.
“You brought everything, right?” Cheng Mo straddled the bike, pushing himself forward with one leg. “ID, admission letter, exam permit, you’ll need them.”
“Brought everything,” Fang Chi said.
“What’s your name?” Cheng Mo turned to look at him.
“Fang Chi,” he answered.
Cheng Mo’s gaze shifted to Sun Wenqu. “Your brother?”
“…Mm.” Fang Chi nodded, distractedly looking around, he had almost blurted out “this is my boyfriend.”
“Hello, big brother,” Cheng Mo said to Sun Wenqu.
“Hello,” Sun Wenqu smiled.
Cheng Mo turned back and kept pushing the bike forward with his leg. After a while, he turned again. “Fang Chi?”
“Mm.” Fang Chi nodded again, feeling this guy was a bit strange.
“Do you do climbing?” Cheng Mo asked. “Did Chen Xiang take you to competitions?”
Hearing Chen Xiang’s name, Fang Chi paused. “Yeah, he’s my coach. You know him?”
“Not really, just heard of him,” Cheng Mo said. “I watched the competition where you got first in the youth group, pretty impressive.”
“…Oh,” Fang Chi responded.
Cheng Mo brought them to the registration area. Just as Fang Chi was about to thank him, he had already disappeared somewhere.
There were quite a lot of freshmen registering. After confirming his information and getting his registration slip and dorm number, Fang Chi was sweating all over.
“Let’s go to the dorm,” Fang Chi shook the paper in his hand. “This thing really feels different.”
Sun Wenqu smiled. “How does it feel?”
“Pretty great,” Fang Chi chuckled. “Just don’t know what my roommates will be like.”
“How many people?” Sun Wenqu asked.
“Six. Big dorm,” Fang Chi said.
Sun Wenqu frowned. “That many? Why don’t you just rent a place outside?”
“More people, more lively, isn’t that good?” Fang Chi said with a smile. “Not everyone’s as delicate as you.”
The two got back into the car and drove toward the dorms. Along the way they could see plenty of freshmen and parents carrying luggage, no need for signs, just follow the crowd.
As the car turned, Fang Chi saw Cheng Mo ahead, still straddling his bike, pushing himself forward slowly with his legs.
“Did his chain fall off or something?” Fang Chi couldn’t help saying.
“If it fell off, would he still be riding around campus like that?” Sun Wenqu lowered the window. “Weren’t you about to thank him just now?”
“Yeah.” Fang Chi stuck his head out. “Cheng Mo.”
Cheng Mo turned his head.
Fang Chi smiled. “Thanks just now.”
“No problem,” Cheng Mo said.
“You…” Fang Chi hesitated. “Is your bike broken? Where are you going, want to get in the car…”
“No need,” Cheng Mo said. “I’m exercising.”
“Exer…cising?” Fang Chi paused. “Oh.”
“Is something wrong with him?” Fang Chi said after pulling his head back in.
“Don’t know,” Sun Wenqu glanced at the rearview mirror. “Stay away from him.”
“Huh?” Fang Chi looked at him.
“Huh what.” Sun Wenqu parked by the dorm building.
“Why’d you say that specifically?” Fang Chi asked.
Sun Wenqu turned off the engine and looked back again. “His legs are pretty long.”
“D*mn,” Fang Chi’s eyes widened. “What do you mean! He’s just some random guy and you’re checking out his legs?”
“Feel it?” Sun Wenqu patted his face.
“Feel what!” Fang Chi said.
“Just a random guy, you thank him, that’s fine, but you also invite him into the car and wonder if something’s wrong with him.” Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes.
“…You’re jealous?” Fang Chi finally got it and immediately laughed. “Wow, your way of being jealous is pretty unique.”
“Get out of the car,” Sun Wenqu smiled. “Your new life starts now, son.”
