Chapter 68

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Huang Jixin knew Xia Xingcheng all too well. Over the last few years, he had never prevented Xia Xingcheng from dating, only because he knew that Xia Xingcheng was indecisive. Every time his feelings came fiercely, it would go away just as swiftly.

But this time was different, and what he was most worried about was that once Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming’s affair was exposed, both of their careers would be completely ruined.

He was in an irritable mood and wanted to smoke, but remembered that this was Yang Youming’s room. In the end, he could only stare at Xia Xingcheng and said harshly, “I can’t control you, go back and explain the situation to Chief Cai yourself.” The implication was that he won’t help Xia Xingcheng hide this matter from the company.

Xia Xingcheng wasn’t afraid. He said, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.”

Huang Jixin felt that Xia Xingcheng’s head was probably truly broken. Feeling that he had nowhere to vent all his pent-up grievance, he turned to leave the room.

Xia Xingcheng, however, grabbed him and said, “Change the flight ticket for me.”

Huang Jixin released his hand from Xia Xingcheng’s grip and suppressed his anger, saying, “I not only have to change your ticket for you, but also handle the hotel room for you and deliver your luggage over to you. Does this work for you, young master?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “Yes.”

Huang Jixin pointed to his head and poked his fingers at his temple, “Listen to me, this matter absolutely can’t be known by the media. When you and Yang Youming go outside, promise me to behave yourselves. Don’t even think about holding hands!”

Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming were both men. Originally, it wouldn’t matter if they were photographed spending the night in the same room. They could still explain that they were just friends hanging out and drinking together. However, what was somewhat troublesome was the fact that the two men have starred in a same-sex movie. Naturally, there is so-called CP fan speculation on the internet, and they were quite a lively group, so if they showed the slightest bit of intimacy outside, it would inevitably be embellished.

So Huang Jixin had no other choice but to warn Xia Xingcheng. His relationship with Yang Youming must not leak out to the public. When he returns, he’ll have a chat with Cai Meiting to see whether she has any solutions. It would be best if Cai Meiting could personally step in and talk to Yang Youming herself. Xia Xingcheng was young and ignorant, but there was no reason for Yang Youming to be so hot-headed at his age. Why should this relationship start, let alone develop?

Not long after Huang Jixin left, Yang Youming returned.

Xia Xingcheng was sitting on the living room sofa waiting for him. As soon as he saw him come in, he directly flipped over the back of the sofa and threw himself into Yang Youming’s arms.

Yang Youming had to wrap an arm around his waist. When the eager kiss ended, he patted Xia Xincheng on the head and said, “Let’s eat.”

They ate lunch and dinner in this room. In the afternoon, Li Yun came around to bring Xia Xingcheng’s suitcase over, saying that Huang Jixin didn’t want to be seen running and going from Yang Youming’s room too often.

Xia Xingcheng felt that the way Li Yun looked at him was quite cold, wondering if it was just a figment of his imagination.

Once Li Yun left, Xia Xingcheng asked Yang Youming, “Did you tell Yun jie about us?”

Yang Youming sat on a chair by the window. He had been reading with his head down, but when he heard Xia Xingcheng speak, he raised his head and said, “Even if I don’t say anything, she’ll know.”

Xia Xingcheng walked over to the small table next to Yang Youming and sat down with both legs stretched out, he tilted his head and gazed at Yang Youming, “She doesn’t like me?”

Yang Youming placed the spread book on his lap and looked up at him, “She hasn’t shown me that she doesn’t like you.”

Xia Xingcheng looked into Yang Youming’s eyes. When the man’s eyes were focused on him, it was as if he occupied his entire world, giving one the illusion of being deeply loved. At that moment, he seemed to be bewitched, asking Yang Youming, “Then–do you like me?”

Yang Youming was silent for a moment before he answered him, “I like you.”

Xia Xingcheng’s heart swelled with a strong sense of satisfaction. Keeping his eyes on Yang Youming, he slowly bent down and kissed his lips, and then his ass slid along the edge of the table and finally settled down on Yang Youming’s lap.

Yang Youming had put his book away before that point, holding Xia Xingcheng’s waist with one hand and placing it on the round table with the other.

Xia Xingcheng took his face in his hands and kissed him, stroking the sides of his face with his fingers. The kiss left Yang Youming’s lips and landed on his sharp jaw, where there was a hint of stubble, not obvious, but it felt rough under his tongue.

Yang Youming let him have his way, even tilting his head up a little.

Xia Xincheng went to kiss his neck again. The skin of his neck was taut. Purple veins could be seen through the skin, and his Adam’s apple was sharp and prominent, enticing Xia Xingcheng to lick and suck on it.

It was as if Xia Xingcheng had nowhere to vent, and it wasn’t just his Adam’s apple–he tried his best to leave traces all over Yang Youming’s neck. He was fully aware that he shouldn’t, but he also wanted the whole world to know that Yang Youming was his. They hugged and kissed each other. They had sex. When he saw Yang Youming naked, he also sensed the strength in his body as he held Xia Xingcheng tightly in his arms.

His heart beat fast and his breathing was rushed, to the point where both his legs straddled Yang Youming’s lap, his hand wrapped tightly around his neck. He did nothing else, merely clinging to Yang Youming’s body, not leaving the smallest gap between them.

Yang Youming hugged him, holding his waist with one hand and patting his back gently with the other, like he was comforting a crying child.

Xia Xingcheng’s chest rose and fell violently, thinking to himself that Huang Jixin was right–he was probably truly ruined. He had never felt this kind of emotion in more than twenty years of living. He was completely and utterly done for.

In the evening, when Xia Xingcheng came out of the bathroom in pajamas after a shower, he found Yang Youming reclining on the bed, watching TV.

Yang Youming looked up at him, patted his side, and said, “Come here.”

Xia Xingcheng promptly walked over, taking off his slippers and sitting down next to Yang Youming. He stared at the TV, and asked, “What are you watching?”

Yang Youming replied, “An old movie.”

After watching the movie for a while, Xia Xingcheng felt little interest turned to look at Yang Youming again, framed by the light of the desk lamp.

Yang Youming said, “I’m going to visit a friend tomorrow, do you want to come with me?”

Xia Xingcheng was stunned, “You want to go out?”

Yang Youming nodded, “If you don’t want to go, you can wait for me at the hotel.”

Xia Xingcheng looked a little hesitant. He stared at the TV and didn’t answer.

Yang Youming held his hand, “I meant that I’ll wait until you want to leave. I won’t drive you away, and I also won’t leave you.”

Xia Xingcheng immediately returned his grip and said, “I’ll go with you.”

Yang Youming nodded.

Xia Xingcheng then bent his waist and moved in front of Yang Youming and sat down cross-legged, smiling as he said, “Don’t watch the movie.”

Yang Youming looked at him with a hint of a smile in his eyes. “Then what should I be watching?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “Watch me.”

Yang Youming leaned back against the headboard, head raised, and said in an indolent, laughing tone, “What are you making me watch?”

Xia Xingcheng thought for a while, then suddenly kneeled up and leaned over to reach for his phone on the nightstand. When it was in his hands at last, he quickly scrolled through the phone and played a song with an erotic beat. He threw the phone away and directly stood up on the bed, saying, “I’ll give you a striptease. It’s my first time dancing, you’ve earned a lot of profit.”

With that, he swayed his body to the rhythm, laughing as he slowly unbuttoned his pajamas. It was a pity that the song was almost over. He still hadn’t yet unfastened half the buttons, but from time to time, he rubbed at Yang Youming’s legs with the arches of his feet.

Naturally, Yang Youming captured his ankle and pulled him over, and Xia Xingcheng almost fell head first onto the bed before he was ruthlessly pressed down once more.

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