What am I supposed to do now? Wang Zhi Shui contemplated.
Xuan Da Yu looks like he was falling back into a deep, soothing sleep, but it was probably because of his drunken state. Tomorrow morning when he sobers up, there would be no way to predict how he would take revenge on Wang Zhu Shui.
Wang Zhi Shui must come up with a fine strategy to handle the situation by dawn.
Concealing the situation sounds impossible. Xuan Da Yu would not let anything slide. The only way to cover up a sin is to commit another sin.
With that in mind, Wang Zhi Shui puts on his student uniform that he uses during film shoots. In Xuan Da Yu's favorite set of uniforms, he looked no different from a high schooler. He even set up an atmosphere of those days at school by placing a pile of books on the bedside table.
Once this excellent scene has been set up, Wang Zhi Shui gave Xuan Da Yu a pat on the shoulder.
"Da Yu, Da Yu!"
Xuan Da Yu cracked his lids open into a thin line, catching an alluring face within his vague sight staring back at him. Suddenly he recognized someone, humming from deep within.
"Xiao Yao zi?"
He was cut off by Wang Zhi Shui's lips. Wang Zhi Shui affectionately made his way into Da Yu's mouth. Despite his lack of kissing techniques he didn't stop sending shivers across the other man's body. Xuan Da Yu opened his eyes a little wider, focusing on the person in front of him. Sweet scent between lip-on-lip contact and a pile of books cluttered around assured him that he has indeed returned to the old days.
As soon as Xuan Da Yu shifted his arms to embrace the man on top of him, Wang Zhi Shui got bolder. He rinsed off the innocent mask in no second, taking off Xuan Da Yu's clothes in his own thudding gasp.
