Chapter 200: Your Technique Is Poor as Hell

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The fact was that he was born two years ahead of Pei Zhen.

Hence even if he had no prior experience, Fu Sichen’s awareness in such matters far surpassed Pei Zhen’s.

With a kiss here and a touch there, he was able to arouse Pei Zhen to the point the man could no longer think straight.

Before Pei Zhen even knew it, he had been stripped. Ever since they became an item, Fu Sichen’s kissing technique had improved by leaps and bounds, and there was no way Pei Zhen could ward him off.

In that state of euphoria, Fu Sichen was in the position to do whatever he wanted to his young boyfriend. Pei Zhen’s efforts to suppress his sweet and unctuous moaning was under great strain. His face had turned a bright red, and only a thread of sanity remained that told him not to cry out.

Things were going well, until…

Suddenly Pei Zhen felt something inside of himself…

His rational mind eventually returned. Pei Zhen widened his eyes and gave Fu Sichen, who was on top of him, a startled look.

“Relax.” He was in pain, and so was Fu Sichen. The latter leaned over and kissed his young boyfriend to placate him. “It’ll be done soon.”

Finally realizing that Fu Sichen was topping him, Pei Zhen couldn’t hide his shock and cursed out loud.

That was his first time, and it was over an hour later.

Pei Zhen was despondent for a while before he recovered. Fu Sichen was still on top of him, with a look on contentment on his face.

Pei Zhen was infuriated, and he had almost lost his voice. “Get out.”

“Are you okay?” Compared to the emotional upheaval that his young boyfriend was experiencing, Fu Sichen was quite satisfied and propped himself up slightly with one hand. “How did it feel?”

“Painful.” Pei Zhen had nothing but complaints about the experience. “Lower back is painful. Legs are painful. It’s painful everywhere.”

“Oh?” There wasn’t the slightest tinge of guilt apparent on Fu Sichen’s face. Leaning over to kiss Pei Zhen on the corner of his lips, he laughed. “What about your rear end? Is it painful?”

“You!” Little Brat Pei had turned red in the ears, but still maintained a look of smugness on his face. “None of your business!”

Fu Sichen’s answer was bold and confident. “Of course it’s my business.”

Silence.

Pei Zhen had to admit that his boyfriend was far more thick-skinned and shameless. Muttering to himself and kicking Fu Sichen, he stumbled off the bed, staggering as he planted his feet on the ground.

“Be careful.” Fu Sichen finally had the mindfulness to reflect on his own conscience. “It’s my fault. I wanted it too much. The next time…”

“There’s no next time.” Pei Zhen snorted. “Your technique is poor as hell.”

“I don’t think so. Weren’t you moaning in pleasure just then?”

Freaking hell!

He was defeated in action and in words. He turned red as Fu Sichen pointed out the truth. He gathered his clothes and hurried into the bathroom, shutting the bathroom door with a bang. He added and said, “You’re not allowed to come in!”

Fu Sichen did want to go in. Just as his bare foot touched the ground, his mobile went off frantically.

It was Wang Youquan.

Fu Sichen assumed that the man must have been calling to hurry him over to the filming location. He said on picking up the call, “I just woke up, will be there in an hour.”

“No!” The Wang Youquan at the other end of the line set a new record for the shrillness of his voice. “I have no time to think about your gay-themed film right now! Fu Sichen! Can’t you be a bit more careful?!”

Fu Sichen raised his eyebrow. He suddenly and unexpectedly recalled the flash of red light that he caught from the night before, and he had a bad premonition.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you think is wrong!?” Wang Youquan was driven to the brink of his sanity by Fu Sichen. “The reporters caught you and Pei Zhen kissing—they have the pictures to show for it. You can tell from the pictures; it’s clearly you two!”

Even if the two men put on a disguise, they wouldn’t be able to escape the keen eyes of the paparazzi!

“What do we do now?” Wang Youquan was on the verge of tears. “Or what about this? We say you were going through the script?”

“Going through the script to the extent of kissing in the car?”