Chapter 11 Only One Room
Fu Jiye looked like a man short of the right bait.
I had a feeling the prey had walked to his door on its own.
His mood seemed to flip from overcast to clear in a second.
A smile caught at the corner of his mouth. "I can take you in. But let us be clear first. I just got back. The rooms at home are not sorted out yet. There is only one room."
I ducked in fast under his arm.
"We can squeeze. No problem."
Last night I had slept on the bed. Fu Jiye had slept on the sofa.
I planned to use the same trick again.
While Fu Jiye went to shower, I took his only bed as if I had every right to it.
I spread myself in the middle of the bed, arms and legs stretched wide.
There was not one extra bit of space left.
Heh. That bed he bought for tens of thousands really was comfortable.
After the shower, Fu Jiye came out naked.
My heart jolted for one second, then I settled fast and whistled at him.
"Out walking it around this late at night."
Fu Jiye shot me a look. "Who wears clothes at home?"
"Besides, we are already together. I am letting you look for free. No charge."
I said it with scorn. "Can you act like a person?"
I was into men, and I had never once actually slept with anyone.
Fu Jiye had a good body. His abs sat in neat rows. A few drops of water rolled down along his v-line.
Put that in front of me. Who could hold back from looking.
I chose to close my eyes and bury my face in the soft quilt.
A faint laugh came through.
The other side of the bed dipped. A body giving off heat lay down beside me.
"Sleep!"
"Fu Jiye, this bed cannot fit us. It is too tight."
"Tighter is warmer."
"Can you go sleep on the sofa? Have some pity. I am a poor thing who just got dumped."
"No. I am the new one. You should be glad I am not already on you."
......
Talking him down got me nowhere.
I tried to kick him off.
Fu Jiye locked me hard in his arms instead.
His strength was huge. Burning muscle pressed tight against mine. Fighting did nothing.
"Liao Xing, if you do not behave, I am going to kiss you."
"Oh."
I had a rare bout of insomnia.
I turned my head and found Fu Jiye sleeping harder than a pig.
I climbed up and pinched his nose and his face hard.
"Get up and sleep again."
"Hey—"
No answer at all.
Anger got me. I pinched his chest hard, twice, and played with his cock while I was at it.
Tch. If Fu Jiye were bent, picking him as a partner would probably be a very sexual kind of lucky.
Before long I wore myself out playing and fell asleep.
In the dark, from the man I had thought was long asleep, a voice came.
"Idiot."
"Liao Xing, Liao Xing, I really could not wait anymore."
"This time, you walked yourself to my door."