Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Chapter 182 - Boyfriend, Do You Want to Come Out?



Chapter 182: Boyfriend, Do You Want to Come Out?

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The forbidden.

The boldness.

Only a thin wall separated the two men and Pei Zhen’s parents.

Pei Zhen didn’t dare to imagine what would happen if his parents found out.

“You… you…” His breathing had become shallow and quick, and he stifled the moaning that was trying to find its way out of his throat. Pei Zhen sank his teeth into Fu Sichen’s shoulder. “You rascal!”

When Mummy Pei called out that it was mealtime, her son and god-son were both late.

Looking at their wet hair, she asked quizzically, “You took a shower?”

Pei Zhen half-grunted an affirmative, his face still carrying a hint of blush.

Although, his mother didn’t notice it.

Pei Zhen’s mother couldn’t help but nag, saying, “I know you young people like cleanliness, but you shouldn’t be showering every day. Look at your father; he doesn’t even shower after his morning exercise.”

Apparently, Pei Zhen’s father had just returned from doing the latest national mass exercise. He said nothing.

“Okay,” came Pei Zhen’s perfunctory reply as he busied himself eating. In his head, however, he couldn’t help but replay the scene from the morning. His heart raced, and he thought he was going to explode.

It was a real disgrace!

How could he succumb just like that?

After Fu Sichen had given him the first handjob, when they were in the bathroom, it happened for a second time.

He wouldn’t have thought of himself as someone with a high sex drive, but whenever he was anywhere near Fu Sichen, his desire charged up immediately.

Pei Zhen avoided Fu Sichen’s eyes throughout breakfast, but even then, the latter’s attractive voice still got to him.

“I slept well, thank you, Aunty… Pei Pei takes good care of me. Yes, I’ll eat more.”

Fu Sichen offered a regretful but unapologetic smile when Pei Zhen’s parents asked after his family. “My mum and dad? How unfortunate, they’ll be back in another two days.”

“It’s okay.” Pei Zhen’s father laughed heartily. “We’ll be home a little longer this time around. Oh…”

His son’s work came to mind. “Pei Pei, don’t you have any assignments these few days?”

With a mouthful of food, Pei Zhen mumbled, “No… only in a few days’ time.”

Coincidentally, the Chinese Valentine’s Day was around the corner. He’d taken on mostly magazine shoots and appearance at an event, but there wasn’t much shooting.

Work, for celebrities, was continuous. It was the nature of the job, unfortunately.

“If I put in a little effort, I can still get home in the evening.” Pei Zhen smiled. He was hoping to spend as much time as possible with his parents. “I’ll bring you tasty supper then.”

Pei Zhen’s parents looked at each other and smiled. It was heartwarming to hear him say that. However, they didn’t tell their son of the news that they had applied to be back in Dong Hai City for their work.

“Pei Pei,” Picking up a bun and putting it in Pei Zhen’s bowl, his mother remarked, “Have you found a girlfriend? Why do I only read about the scandal between you and Sichen.”

The question caught Pei Zhen unprepared.

He choked and spluttered instantly, spraying the milk in his mouth all over his father’s face. Then he started to cough violently and uncontrollably.

“Dad, cough cough, sorry… cough cough…”

He had a boyfriend, unfortunately, and that wasn’t a scandal in the least. It was a factual report!

He took a sidelong glance at the implicated party next to him, who was patting him on the back. Fu Sichen had guts of metal or something?

“What’s wrong?” Seeing his young boyfriend glaring at him, Fu Sichen held Pei Zhen’s hand under the table, and whispered when Pei Zhen’s parents weren’t looking, “Boyfriend, do you want to come out?”

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