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The old lady brought them over to her wooden house. A dusky oil lamp was erected in the center – it was neither dim nor bright – and cobwebs littered the surroundings. A gentle breath of air was all it took for Xu Lan to be choked by dust.

“Pa…Xu Lan.”

“Here are some clothes. And also, it’s already midnight. I’m a light sleeper, and I can’t stand tossing from side to side.” The old lady took the set of clothes and slapped them onto the table, causing a puff of dust to rise into the air. Bai Wu instinctively turned, then used his hand to cover Xu Lan’s nose and mouth.

“Thank you, old lady.” Xu Lan pushed Bai Wu’s hand away and thanked politely.

“Offending public morals! Offending public morals!” The old lady left in a rage and solemnly went out of the room.

“How long has this house been uninhabited? The dust is so thick.” After the lady left, Bai Wu took the clothes from the table top and put them on.

“Don’t complain! We’re lucky to have a place to sleep!” Xu Lan reproached gingerly as he flipped the bed around. God only knew how long the bed had not been used.

“…”

Bai Wu pouted and walked up to Xu Lan. With his head lowered down, he did not utter a single word. Those actions were reminiscent of his tantrums when he was still a small boy!

“Papa! You haven’t answered me,” he asked while shaking Xu Lan’s arm. He once had a little boy’s voice, but it had become languidly erotic. Bai Wu no longer followed Xu Lan’s backside and begged for hugs or kisses now that he had turned into a grown man.

From then onward, whenever Xu Lan recalled his thoughts of doing such things with Bai Wu, he wanted to give himself a good couple of slaps! Kisses and hugs were not enough for Bai Wu, for Bai Wu wanted…even more! Things became increasingly unrestrained, and those wants had escalated to an intense degree!

“What was I supposed to promise?” Xu Lan replied without turning his head, instead he continued to flip the bed. He genuinely forgot what Bai Wu had asked him prior.

“…I love you, Papa.” A sullen Bai Wu bit his lips and repeated his declaration.

Xu Lan’s hand, which was busy fitting on the bedsheet, froze suddenly. Bai Wu’s words made him feel as though there was a lump in his throat, and he did not know how to react. F*ck! Bai Wu was surrendering himself to Xu Lan!

“Papa…” When Xu Lan did not respond, Bai Wu mustered the courage to hug Xu Lan by the waist. Xu Lan was already frozen, and Bai Wu’s actions rendered Xu Lan unable to move even an inch: the man was as rigid as a corpse!

“Bai…Bai Wu…” Xu Lan called out hoarsely, as though his throat had been subject to the application of sandpaper.

A warm, thick, and broad chest tightly pressed itself on Xu Lan. However, much of the warmth came from below the abdomen: a raging, stiff rod was pressed onto Xu Lan’s waist like an Italian Beretta 92F Pistol!

“You!”

“Be quiet down there! I need some sleep!” The rapping of a walking stick could be heard coming from upstairs. Dust began falling down, covering the whole of Bai Wu’s back.

“Get off me! I want to sleep!” Xu Lan stepped on Bai Wu’s foot and exclaimed softly in anger, all while his breathing was adversely affected.

Both men engaged in a tussle and Xu Lan emerged as the loser. In the end, he simply let Bai Wu hug him – fervently but cautiously – to sleep. Nothing seemed to have changed from when Bai Wu was younger, Xu Lan thought, save for a warm gun that poked at him throughout the night!

The next day, both men were woken up by the old lady. With a look of disdain that suggested she wanted their stay to be kept secret, she looked at the yawning, eye-bagged men and urged them to leave as fast as possible.

“Elder! Xu Lan! Can you hear us!”

“Expert Bai! Expert Xu! Where are you?!”

“Bai Wu! Bai Wu!” The mountains at midpoint echoed with the frantic and worried voices of those who were searching for Xu Lan and Bai Wu.

“Hey! We’re here!” Bai Wu’s broken voice shouted in reply.

“What are you doing!” The old lady shouted angrily all of a sudden! “Keep quiet!”