Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story
Chapter 190: The Sort of Exercise That Propagates the Human RaceTwo days before the Chinese Valentine’s Day, the love-of-the-century romance story between the two men topped the Weibo’s hot search.
The netizen’s comments ranged from “Don’t get along” to “Love-hate relationship” to an exaggerated “great bitterness and deep hatred”.
“Wake up, couple fans, do you know how many films Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen have acted in together? Three, and in all three, they acted as enemies!”
“Even if you want to matchmake men, don’t pick on our Straight Man Pei, thank you [Polite Smile].”
“The first time Best Actor Fu cooked, he made chocolate bites for Number Two Man Pei. Isn’t it obvious enough that he was trying to poison Pei Zhen?!”
“The show host has spoken out; Fu Sichen must be angry at the CP comments that have been circulating. Pei Zhen, please stop taking advantage of my hubby to gain attention.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs the comments increased, the discussions somehow gained momentum. When the phrase ‘taking advantage to gain attention’ was used, the respective fans started to take sides to rage a war of sorts.
“Huh, what do you know? This is beyond stupid.”
Pei Zhen, one of the subjects of the heated discussion, was lying on the bed and surfing Weibo. He let out a loud sneeze as he cursed at how stupid the comments were, causing the man in the living room to come running.
“Why are you sneezing again?” Fu Sichen was carrying a deep frown. “We need to take you to the hospital.”
“No way!” Pei Zhen turned white at the thought of drip bottles and injections. “I was sneezing… sneezing for fun.”
Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes.
“Believe me; I have millions of fans. With so many people thinking of me… Ahhhhchoooo…” Pei Zhen’s body seemed to protest at those words and caused another big sneeze. Pei Zhen flopped back onto the bed. “Arghhhhhh! I don’t want any injections! Please, no!”
God knew how he got sick. It was infuriating!
“Enough. Stop playing the sympathy card.” If the little brat didn’t want to go to the hospital, Fu Sichen didn’t have the heart to force him. He walked over to Pei Zhen, confiscated his mobile phone, and pulled a blanket over him. “If you don’t want to go to the hospital, you have to take medicine at least.”
Pei Zhen sniffed, misty-eyes, and said in a soft voice, “Okay.”
Fu Sichen had prepared honey to go with the finely-crushed tablet. He pinched Pei Zhen’s chin with an ‘Ahhhh’, which Pei Zhen parroted cooperatively.
The moment Pei Zhen opened his mouth, the mixture of medicine and honey slipped smoothly down his throat. That was the most successful attempt by far.
“How was that?” Fu Sichen lightly pinched the corner of his young boyfriend’s lips, and said in a comforting manner, “The medicine isn’t so bitter?”
“Bitter.” The young boyfriend refused to be comforted and looked at Fu Sichen with his teary peach blossom eyes. “Need a kiss to feel better.”
Fu Sichen narrowed his eyes.
However, he couldn’t resist it.
He bent over and kissed Pei Zhen fully on the lips. “Rascal, you do know how to seduce me. Wang Youquan was right; you’re the queen of all vixen.”
Newly-honored with the title of Pei ‘Vixen Queen’ Zhen, he was quite pleased and smugly said, “Your daddy is quite the charmer, others can only envy.”
Kissing his boyfriend was completely addictive.
One wasn’t afraid of infecting; the other wasn’t afraid of being infected. The sweetness they felt when their lips touched was incomparable. The moment Fu Sichen parted his lips, the man beneath him would automatically extend his tongue in an anxious exploration of the other. Then their breathing would become quick and shallow.
Hot. The fire from Fu Sichen’s loin scorched his throat, and he couldn’t stop his hand from wandering into the folds of the blanket seeking out the corner of Pei Zhen’s shirt, gently caressing and stroking.
“Do you know.” The dashing looking man with his deep eyes gazed at his young boyfriend with burning desire. “Exercising will help you get well faster.”
The young boyfriend on the bed was stunned for a moment. “What sort of exercise?”
“In accordance with the Law of Nature—the sort of exercise that propagates the Human race”