Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Luo’s home was located in a luxury apartment complex, its interior decorated with elegant refinement. Shelves, corners, and coffee tables—every nook of the room was filled with curious ornaments they had brought back from travels around the world. The gentle warmth of spring sunlight streamed through the windows, filling the space with brightness and ease.
Standing before the record shelf, Cui Dong Dong carefully selected a vinyl, finally picking out a Mandarin album released the previous year—Unforgettable Teresa Teng. The record player turned slowly, and a soft, sweet voice drifted through the room.
Don’t forget this night,
Don’t forget this night.
…
She carried two cups of coffee to Xia Liu Yi and He Chu San, who were seated on the sofa, then turned to the kitchen to help. “You two sit for a bit, food will be ready soon.”
“Sister Dong Dong, let me help,” He Chu San said, setting down his cup to stand—only to be pulled back by Xia Liu Yi.
“Are you fully recovered?” Xia Liu Yi pinched his still-cool cheek.
“But…” He Chu San felt it improper to let the two of them busy themselves in the kitchen while he and Xia Liu Yi lounged about drinking coffee. He tried to stand again, but Xia Liu Yi pulled him straight into his arms and held him tight.
“Don’t move. Stay with me and listen to the music,” Xia Liu Yi said, even covering his mouth to stop him from speaking. “Listen.”
Don’t forget this night,
Don’t forget this night.
I’ve given you my whole heart,
I’ve given you my whole self.
Without you, this life is too dull,
Without you, this world is too empty.
Other than you—yes, only you—
I want nothing at all.
Xia Liu Yi gazed at He Chu San with shining eyes, brimming with affection. “Did you hear that?”
To his surprise, He Chu San’s lips curled. “Pfft…”
“What are you laughing at?!”
“You’re so cheesy, hahaha!”
“Damn it, and you have the nerve to laugh at me?! What about when you get cheesy?!”
“When have I ever been cheesy?”
“You do it every—… shut up!” Xia Liu Yi gave up arguing and pushed him down onto the sofa, biting at his lips. After only a few bites, He Chu San turned the tables, flipping over to pin him beneath and claiming his lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Xiao Luo came out carrying a pot of soup. Passing by the sofa, she glanced at them, expression unchanged, set the soup on the table, then returned to the kitchen to calmly report to Cui Dong Dong, “Those two are fooling around on our sofa.”
Cui Dong Dong immediately raised her voice and scolded, “Boss Xia! Consultant He! If you want to make love, do it at home!”
Xia Liu Yi, flushed red from the kissing, pushed He Chu San away and shouted back, “Damn it, can’t I even borrow your place for a little kiss?!”
“Oh? Planning to make love with just your mouths here? Quite the heavy taste,” Cui Dong Dong said as she brought out bowls and chopsticks. “So, are you eating now, or eating ‘intestines’?”
“Eating what ‘intestines’?” Xia Liu Yi didn’t catch on. He Chu San, still on top of him, burst into laughter.
Cui Dong Dong looked at the stark difference in their comprehension, then at their current position—and suddenly everything clicked. So that’s how it is! The quiet ones hide the deepest waters! I knew it—how could Xia Liu Yi, so awkward and innocent, possibly be the one on top? No wonder he threw away that little blue bottle I gave him last time!
Meeting her inquisitive gaze, He Chu San blinked shyly, tacitly confirming it. Cui Dong Dong burst into laughter and shot Xiao Luo an exaggerated look. Xiao Luo also caught on, laughing in surprise as she looked at He Chu San. The three of them exchanged knowing glances, thoroughly amused.
Boss Xia sensed something was off and grew embarrassed and angry. “What the hell are you three scheming?!”
…
Even after eating and drinking his fill, and boarding the yacht in the afternoon, Xia Liu Yi was still brooding over it. But no matter how he pressed them, the three refused to speak. Unable to do anything about Cui Dong Dong and Xiao Luo, he pinned He Chu San onto the deck sofa and resumed his “punishment” with fervent kisses.
“Are you going to talk or not? What were you laughing about at lunch, huh?!”
He Chu San, breathless from the onslaught, laughed as he resisted. “Hahaha… not telling…”
“Looking for death!”
The two of them rolled about in a tangled heap on the sofa, behaving in ways unfit for broad daylight. Nearby, Cui Dong Dong sat by the railing with a sunhat, tending a fishing rod. She glanced back, clicked her tongue, and nudged Xiao Luo beside her.
Xiao Luo, wearing sunglasses and a soft yellow bikini with a light shawl and short skirt, lay basking in the sun, her figure full and her legs long and fair. She turned over, lifted her sunglasses for a look, then lay back again.
“Hah. Men,” she said disdainfully.
On the sofa, the two men continued their unabashed intimacy. He Chu San lay on his back, face smeared with kisses, laughing as he wiped it off. Xia Liu Yi moved down to his neck, making him squirm with ticklish heat. As He Chu San turned his head aside, his nose brushed the sofa cushion. Suddenly, he paused and sniffed carefully.
“Why does it smell like perfume?” He Chu San frowned.
He raised his voice. “Sister Dong Dong, Xiao Luo—did you wear perfume today?”
“No! Neither of us!” Cui Dong Dong shouted back without turning around. “If you smell perfume, it must be from some other woman! Oh right, there’s also a custom electric bed from Brazil down in the cabin—why don’t you go check that too?”
He Chu San shoved Xia Liu Yi aside and darted off like a startled rabbit toward the cabin. Xia Liu Yi grabbed his slipper and hurled it at Cui Dong Dong, who ducked effortlessly, laughing gleefully.
Barefoot, Xia Liu Yi chased after He Chu San into the lower cabin, just in time to see him sniffing around the large round bed, lifting blankets and pillows in search of any suspicious trace. Xia Liu Yi shut and locked the cabin door, then pounced like a tiger, tackling him onto the soft mattress.
Laughing, he rolled them over until they lay face to face. “Found anything, Detective He?”
“I found that you changed the sheets.”
“Hahaha—I changed the whole bed!” Xia Liu Yi said proudly, pinching his cheek. “Idiot, I used to use this yacht for business—entertaining clients. There used to be an electric bed for those old perverts who couldn’t perform. Knowing you were coming, I had them clean everything thoroughly and replace it with a new bed.”
He Chu San’s brows relaxed. “You bought this bed just for me?”
“Of course.”
“Did it come with bedding?”
Xia Liu Yi puffed up proudly. “Naturally! Whatever bedding you need, it’s all here!” He pulled open the bedside drawer—inside were rows of small blue bottles, green bottles, and condoms of every variety.
“The most important ‘bedding’—you didn’t include that?” He Chu San was still not satisfied.
“What?”
“You.” With that, He Chu San flipped him over and began tugging at his trousers.
Xia Liu Yi half resisted, half yielded, grinning shamelessly. “You brat—what are you trying to do in broad daylight?”
“Eat ‘intestines,’ Boss.”
…
Xia Liuyi indulged in broad daylight, thoroughly at ease as he was devoured bite after bite. He Chu San “ate sausage” with audible relish, his technique practiced and deft. While letting out soft, satisfied sighs, Xia Liu Yi still had the mind to question him, “Of course I know what ‘eating sausage’ means—I’m asking what the three of you were snickering about so sneakily back then?”
He Chu San released the slick, swollen “sausage” from his mouth, grinning mischievously as he leaned in close. “You really want to know?”
“Cut the crap.”
“Take a bite of the ‘hot dog sausage,’ and I’ll tell you.”
“Fuck, and what’s that supposed to be?”
He Chu San yanked up Xia Liu Yi’s fitted undershirt in one swift motion, exposing two firm, full pectorals and the pair of proud, sensitive peaks atop them. He shoved aside the jade Buddha pendant hanging at the center, then, with a wicked smile, grabbed those well-shaped muscles and kneaded them hard before squeezing them together.
“Bread with ‘sausage’ inside, Boss.”
…
“Got one!” Cui Dong Dong shouted, jerking up her fishing rod and holding it steady. “Baby! Come help!”
She reeled in the line, and soon a hefty grouper—over ten catties—broke the surface of the sea! Nearly the size of half a washbasin, it thrashed wildly even after being hauled onto the deck. She scrambled to pin it down while Xiao Luo brought over a bucket to help toss it inside.
“Done! Dinner’s settled!” Cui Dong Dong said cheerfully, hands on her hips. Then she glanced toward the cabin. “Why aren’t those two up yet? How long does it take to ‘search a bed’?”
“Probably eating ‘sausage,’” Xiao Luo replied calmly.
Cui Dong Dong smacked her lips exaggeratedly. “In broad daylight? No way.”
“Heh. Men.” The lesbian once again expressed her disdain.
“Exactly! Stinky men!” Cui Dong Dong chimed in, wrapping an arm around Xiao Luo’s waist and taking the opportunity to get handsy. “Still, my baby smells so good…”
“Go wash your hands. You just touched fish—you stink.”
Cui Dong Dong’s face fell, and she slunk off to wash up, only to return just as sheepishly a moment later. Xiao Luo sat at the edge of the deck with her back to her, enjoying the sea breeze. Cui Dong Dong came up behind her and hugged her, clinging as she spoke in a sticky-sweet tone,
“Baby, you’ve been so cold to me today. I didn’t go out fooling around, and I didn’t come home late last night either. What did I do to upset you?”
Xiao Luo kept a straight face and said nothing. Cui Dong Dong shamelessly tried to coax her—pouting, making faces, acting cute—but when Xiao Luo still didn’t respond, she simply buried her head into her cleavage.
“Dear little Ball Ball twins, please tell me—why is your beautiful, adorable owner unhappy today? If you don’t say anything, I’ll squeeze you both till you burst.”
“I’ll burst your head!” Xiao Luo smacked the back of her skull. “Get up!”
“If you don’t tell me, I’m not getting up,” Cui Dong Dong declared shamelessly, still buried in softness.
“Not getting up, huh? Fine. I’ll count to three. Three!”
Cui Dong Dong sprang up instantly. “I’m up!”
Seeing Xiao Luo’s expression darken further, she didn’t dare keep playing dumb and quickly admitted fault. “Alright, I know I messed up… Are you upset because I brought them along?”
Xiao Luo puffed up like an angry little pufferfish before finally speaking. “Ever since you became Deputy Hall Master, you’re busy every single day. We used to go out once a month—now it’s once or twice every six months. Even in Hong Kong, you’re never home. Always with this brother or that boss, even weekends.”
“It’s not that I dislike them—Boss and Mr. He are both great. But today we agreed you’d only work the morning, then the two of us would go out to sea, fish, and have time alone. And yet you just had to invite them…”
As she spoke, tears began streaming down her face. She wiped them pitifully with the back of her soft hand.
“I even went out and bought a new bikini and a thong a few days ago… I wanted to take them off for you on the deck. But now there are two extra stinky men—how am I supposed to do that? Boohoo… And they’re down there in the cabin ‘making waves’—are we supposed to do it on the deck now? Boohoo…”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I just thought more people would be livelier—I didn’t think it through…” Cui Dong Dong hugged her and coaxed.
“Of course it’s your fault!” Xiao Luo burst into loud sobs. “Your brothers are more important than me! Your boss is more important than me! Even your ‘Sammy boy’ is more important than me! I’m just someone you keep at home for fun! Waaah—!”
“Shh, keep it down—they’ll hear,” Cui Dong Dong panicked, soothing her hurriedly. “You’re the most important, the most important of all! Let them all get lost, okay? You’re my most precious baby! It’s all my fault—if you’re still mad, hit me, beat me to death if you want…”
“Easy for you to say! Tomorrow you’ll still make me cook breakfast like I’m your maid…!”
“I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, I will! You’re my little princess—what do you want to eat? I’ll even pluck stars from the sky for you.”
“I want egg tarts and fruit oatmeal porridge. You make them yourself,” Xiao Luo said tearfully.
“Alright, alright. Anything else?”
“Take me shopping tomorrow.”
“Okay, okay, we’ll go.”
“Then you’re not working tomorrow?” she asked, sniffling.
“No work! Let work go to hell!”
Only then did Xiao Luo sniff and nod in satisfaction. “Fine… I guess I won’t be mad anymore.”
“Good, good, don’t be mad,” Cui Dong Dong said, hugging her tightly, then secretly turned her head to take a few deep breaths—coaxing someone was more exhausting than killing people.
When she looked up again, she spotted the boss and “Sammy boy” lurking by the cabin entrance, eavesdropping—who knew how long they’d been there. The boss wore a gleeful, schadenfreude-filled grin, mouthing silently: karma.
Cui Dong Dong shot him a vicious glare: Screw you!
…
The Boss and the Lady Boss continued their verbal sparring all the way until dinner, still trading jabs even as the steamed grouper was served.
“Why aren’t you wearing that tight undershirt from earlier?” Cui Dong Dong tugged at Xia Liu Yi’s coat.
“It’s cold at night. Can’t I wear a jacket?”
“Oh? I thought it was because the two ‘cherries’ underneath got chewed tender, and the fabric hurts.”
“Cherries? You mean the ones you were playing with all night at karaoke last week, hugging that pretty girl on the couch?”
“Boss, you must be mistaken. I don’t remember anything like that. What I do remember is a certain beauty sitting on your lap all night, grinding…”
He Chu San and Xiao Luo stood up at the same time—one ladled soup for Xia Liu Yi, the other scooped rice for Cui Dong Dong—and both slammed the bowls down in front of them with a bang!
“Shut up and eat!” they said in unison. “Childish!”
…
After dinner, Xia Liu Yi brought He Chu San home early. The latter had caught some sea breeze earlier and sneezed a few times, which made Xia Liu Yi uneasy, worried about a relapse.
They shut the doors and windows, drew the curtains, turned on the warm lights, and sat together on the sofa, each hugging a cushion while watching a horror movie. Before long, it turned into He Chu San hugging Xia Liu Yi, resting his head on his shoulder and using him as a pillow.
“You’re scared of this?” Xia Liu Yi chuckled.
No reply came. He Chu San’s eyes were closed, his breathing already slow and steady.
Xia Liu Yi quietly reached for the remote and lowered the volume to the minimum, then leaned back gently, letting He Chu San naturally settle into his arms.
He lost interest in the movie, instead lowering his gaze to study He Chu San’s peaceful sleeping face, tracing his gentle features with his eyes.
“The brat’s really good-looking… That nose, that mouth… Strange, though—he doesn’t look like his father at all. Who’s his mother? Must’ve been a stunning beauty.”
Thinking of He Chu San’s mother led him to think of his father—the moment their relationship was exposed, that furious outburst… Xia Liu Yi’s teeth began to ache again.
That seemingly ordinary, mild, frail old man had always been his one weakness. This so-called “Blood Asura” from hell would feel his teeth ache just thinking about him, his head throb upon seeing him—fangs, claws, and tail all tucked away in nervous retreat, wishing he could hide his horns and flee.
And now? Now the man had discovered he’d run off with his precious son.
The consequences made a shrill dentist-drill whine ring in his ears. Xia Liu Yi shuddered, swallowed, and decided—like a turtle pulling into its shell—to delay things one day at a time, praying the old man wouldn’t come knocking.
As his thoughts spiraled, the brick phone on the coffee table suddenly rang. He Chu San stirred in his arms with a soft murmur. Xia Liu Yi quickly reached over and cut the call.
“Was that my phone? Who is it?” He Chu San mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.
“Mine. Probably something from the company,” Xia Liu Yi said softly, carefully laying him flat on the sofa before getting up. “Go back to sleep. I’ll take it in the bedroom.”
He Chu San gave a faint hum and drifted off again. Xia Liu Yi stepped into the bedroom, closed the door quietly, and redialed.
“Hello? Master Qiao?”
On the sofa in the living room, He Chu San’s eyes snapped open. His expression was calm—fully awake.
On the television, the protagonists ran through a moonlit forest, pursued relentlessly by malevolent spirits, shadows flickering all around. The shifting light cast over He Chu San’s face, painting his deep eyes with a play of light and darkness—glimmering, fading, unreadable.
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