Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

To multiply for the sake of the human race?

In other words, bedroom activities!

Pei Zhen came out of his daze immediately. Pushing Fu Sichen away and pulling up his blanket, he wrapped himself up tightly. “Don’t come near me, or you’ll be infected!”

Fu Sichen tried not to roll his eyes.

Fu Sichen was annoyed as hell. Great, why didn’t Pei Zhen worry about infecting him when he was fooling around and teasing him earlier on? But the moment matters hinted at the topic of sex he came up with a hundred and one reasons.

“Pei Zhen.” Fu Sichen’s eyes were dark and mysterious. His voice was hoarse, and it was hard to suppress the growing desire and tension. “You…”

He had barely issued the threat when the man on the bed made an annoyed sound and asked, “What?”

At that point, a thin film of mucus came trickling down his nostril. It completely destroyed his image.

It was getting even more ridiculous.

“Darn!” Pei Zhen felt as though that was the end of his lifetime achievements; his good-looking face turned a bright red as he stammered in self-defense, “T-this… is an accident. I… I…”

Eventually, he couldn’t bear it. Completely embarrassed, he pulled the blanket over his head. “What are you looking at? No matter how you look, Daddy is still beautiful!”

Yes, that was true; he was a beautiful man.

With Pei Zhen’s stuffy nose, it was hard to maintain any sort of highly-charged atmosphere. The young boyfriend was still sick, and between being a beast and an aching heart, the aching heart won hands-down.

“Go to sleep.” Fu Sichen’s gentle voice was like the sound of nature. He pulled down the blanket. “I’m not going to top you.”

Pei Zhen’s face heated up again. “Okay.”

His nose was stuffed, and his head was heavy with the cold. Pei Zhen was physically weak and not feeling his best. Naturally, he knew he wasn’t in any condition to tease Fu Sichen.

If he made a joke and it turned Fu Sichen on, he wouldn’t have the energy to struggle with the man.

Pei Zhen closed his eyes, and sleep came upon him like a thick fog. He vaguely felt Fu Sichen kiss him on his ear, whispering an ‘I like you’ that echoed in his head a thousand times. How sweet it sounded.

Pei Zhen’s heart skipped a beat again when he abruptly recalled the scene of the live broadcast.

“So, what does XHPZ mean?”

Only a telephone receiver separated them, but it suddenly felt like they were millions of miles apart. The wind carried his voice and blew it gently into his ears.

“Like Pei Zhen, of course… Pei Pei, I really like you.”

Pei Zhen had no recollection of falling asleep. In any case, it was the first time that falling sick didn’t feel like too much of a bother. Only, when he woke up the next morning, he found himself—once again—locked in Fu Sichen’s embrace. It stirred subtle feelings in him.

“You’re awake?” Fu Sichen’s eyes snapped open the moment he felt the man stir in his embrace. The first thing he did was to check Pei Zhen’s body temperature.

Forehead to forehead, feelings were beside the point. Just that, when they were so close and their breaths hot upon each other, Fu Sichen’s expression intensified.

“How are you feeling now?”

“I’m fine now,” Pei Zhen assured him.

After a short pause, Pei Zhen couldn’t help but extend his arm to push Fu Sichen away. “Stay away. As long as you’re not going to top me, I’ll be comfortable!”

Was it really gentlemanly being so sexual first thing in the morning!

Pei Zhen didn’t really care about how Fu Sichen would feel after he pushed him away like that. He turned over and got off his bed, heading into the bathroom alone.

After a night’s sleep, his bladder was protesting. But as he headed to relieve himself, Fu Sichen followed behind.

Having someone staring, even if that someone had a casual look about him, Pei Zhen still couldn’t help feeling embarrassed. “What?!”

“Waiting for you to finish emptying your bladder.” Fu Sichen raised his eyebrow and smiled. “Hurry up. I need to relieve myself too.”