Surprise! My online crush turned out to be... - Chapter 32

Chapter 32

“Chen Yi, keep an eye on this for me. If Boss Shu calls for me, please answer for me.” Shu Yang finally backed down and didn’t put his claws on Francis’s hand in public.

“Me again?” Chen Yi pointed at himself in disbelief. “Others risk their lives for their friends, but Shu Meme, you’re stabbing your friends for yourself! What are you going to say when Boss Shu asks about this?”

Chen Yi genuinely didn’t know what to say. Should he tell Boss Shu, “Excuse me, Boss Shu, your son ran off with that unknown man…”

He probably thought he wasn’t dying fast enough!

“Just tell the truth! I’m leaving now!” Shu Yang waved his hand, turned around, and quickly headed for the balcony.

The lobby was on the first floor of the hotel. From the open balcony, a beautiful garden could be seen. In preparation for tonight’s banquet, the small garden had been lit with a number of lights, so it wasn’t particularly dim.

The summer evening breeze ruffled the balcony curtains. Shu Yang turned back and pounded his shoulders, signaling his confidence in Fatty Chen’s ability. Before he could do anything, the man beside him grabbed him by the waist, and the two of them leaped from the balcony, which was half a man’s height.

Chen Yi, witnessing Francis’s skill for the first time, was surprised. The action had been easy enough for one person, but trying to do it with another grown man in his arms wasn’t as easy as he’d imagined.

Thinking of this, Fatty Chen’s lewd expression returned, and he didn’t seem to mind Shu Yang’s unfaithful behavior.

Shu Yang had no idea what Shen Yi was thinking. He had just been suddenly grabbed by the waist and leaped. Before he could react, they were already in the small garden.

“Turn on the navigation. I don’t know the way,” Francis said. He had come directly from the construction site to the hotel, but Shu Yang had just mentioned going to see the animals, so he had no idea where that place was.

As he spoke, his gaze remained fixed on the back of the pavilion in the small garden. His eyes weren’t on Shu Yang, and Shu Yang naturally sensed it. Following his gaze, he saw only a small fragment of a bright white skirt.

Shu Yang could guess with his tailbone who would be watching them so furtively tonight.

He was standing in a position perfectly backlit, so Francis’s face must have been completely dark. Shu Yang couldn’t suppress a smirk. “The navigation is on, big pigeon. Excuse me.”

He lowered his voice to make sure the people in the pavilion couldn’t hear him. Then he raised his arm, tiptoed slightly, and clung to Francis like a sloth.

A noise came from the pavilion, and Shu Yang raised an eyebrow. More than one person? Who was the other one? “Let’s go.” Francis’ tone remained unchanged, but he was also concerned about the people over there, so he didn’t leave quickly. He simply held Shu Yang’s waist with one hand and strode out of the small garden. Once he was sure the people in the garden could no longer see them, Francis sped off.

“Big Pigeon, I’m saying this is quite convenient. It’s so fast, do you still need a car?” Upon reaching their destination, Shu Yang immediately dismounted from Francis, feeling more at ease with the solid ground beneath his feet.

He quickly found a topic of conversation, allowing the two of them to quickly escape the awkwardness of their earlier “warm embrace.”

“No car,” Francis replied.

“No wonder, the environment really is what makes people evolve.” Shu Yang’s point was that the lack of cars allowed people to exercise, thus improving their physical fitness.

Francis glanced at Shu Yang’s frail frame and nodded, agreeing with his point.

This place was quite secluded, so Shu Yang had directed Francis to go around the back of the adoption center to avoid being seen.

This was an old part of town, still relatively undeveloped, so it was practically deserted, making it a perfect spot for them to park. Otherwise, it would have been too shocking for them to suddenly appear at the main entrance to the adoption center.

When they reached the gate, they realized it was already locked. Shu Yang looked at the hours posted on the door and slapped himself in the face. He was truly stunned. It was so late, how could they still be open?

He scratched the back of his head, feeling rather embarrassed. “We’ve come all the way here for nothing, pigeon.”

“Yeah.” Francis had noticed, too, but it didn’t matter.

“Well, maybe we can come back another day,” Shu Yang said sheepishly. If he’d been ordered to carry someone all that way, only to have his trip go in vain, he’d probably have been furious. Now, before Francis got angry, he had to apologize.

As he thought this, he saw Francis’s brow furrow, and he felt anxious. “It’s okay, Big Pigeon. We can just pretend there’s a cat. Meow!”

After the first call, the shame he felt faded considerably. Shu Yang felt he was becoming more proficient. So, with a straight face, he called a few more times, automatically changing his pitch to make it higher and lower, mimicking a real cat’s meow.

Francis looked at the man before him. From the moment he’d been in the garden, he’d clearly seen the changes in the boy’s face: every smirk, the sly glint in his eye, the sudden bout of unexplained nervousness, and now, his unknowing cuteness—all these different aspects made up a real person.

He could roughly guess how the boy had learned about his love for cats, just as he’d learned about the boy before.

However, Shu Yang might have misunderstood him. He didn’t really want a cat; that was a desire he’d had as a teenager. As he grew older, his love for felines hadn’t diminished, but he simply didn’t have the heart to keep one.

Moreover, he didn’t want to leave any ties with the boy here.

He grabbed the boy’s head and pressed it against his chest, his thumb unconsciously rubbing the soft hair to hide the light in his eyes.

“That’s good,” Francis heard himself say, his voice a little hoarse. “Let’s go, back.”

—

After washing up, Shu Yang lay on his bed, once again marveling at the difference of the aliens. Ever since he got his Francis brand mobility device, he could truly go wherever he wanted, without worry or rush.

Shu Yang touched his hair and found it wet. Even though he immediately got out of bed, the sheets were still soaked by the water droplets on his hair.

Male beauty has misled me!

Shu Yang shuddered as he pulled out a hair dryer to dry the sheets.

How should one pursue someone they like?

As a man, one must take the initiative.

How can one take the initiative when there’s no other way?

Create opportunities for yourself to take the initiative.

Shu Yang glanced at his bed and made up his mind.

…

Francis had just finished reading the documents Joyce had sent him when he heard Shu Yang’s voice outside the door.

“Big Pigeon? Are you asleep?”

It was a question, but the voice was loud enough to wake him even if he were asleep.

“What’s wrong?” Francis opened the door and saw the barefoot boy in a bathrobe, looking at him with a smile.

“Stay here for one night, stay here for one night,” he said, hunched over as he walked inside.

Francis grabbed him, “What’s wrong?”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want the boy to stay, but that he didn’t trust himself.

The Empire was technologically advanced and civilized, and same-s3x relationships had long been accepted. Even for two same-s3x couples to have a child, it was no longer a problem.

His parents had already ordered him to find a partner as soon as possible. But he himself was deeply resistant to this idea. Firstly, he didn’t have time for such tedious tasks, and secondly, he had a natural aversion to anyone who approached him.

So, even in combat, he emphasized swift, ruthless, and accurate strikes, practically delivering a lethal blow.

Since arriving on Blue Star, the man in front of his best friend had frequently made him make exceptions.

In the past twenty years of his life, Francis had never considered himself derailed by trivial matters.

But now, he was genuinely terrified, thinking he might be stopped by a fragile Earthling.

The boy, gripped by the collar of his bathrobe, paused, looking up innocently. “My bed is unusable. I accidentally spilled water.”

“Next door,” Francis said, his mind suddenly reminiscing about Chen Yi, who once lived next door. Before he could utter a word of regret, he heard his subordinate speak with conviction.

“That room is even more uninhabitable. It’s even more damp than mine.” Shu Yang slowly pulled his collar from the man’s grasp and walked nonchalantly into the room. “That’s the problem with this shabby house. It hasn’t been occupied for a long time, so the humidity is really bad. Sleeping there will give you arthritis.”

“…”

Hearing the door close behind him, Shu Yang laughed and dove into the large bed.

Snap.

Shu Yang clutched his chest with one hand and rubbed his chin with the other, feeling the pain unbearable. Then he looked up and saw the mattress standing by the window.

He pushed himself up and sat on the bed, rubbing his chin. “Why would you pull out the mattress?”

“It’s too soft.” Francis’ eye twitched as he looked at the person sitting there with a pout. A little obedient, a little tempting to rub it.

“So, Big Pigeon, you like it hard.” Shu Yang chuckled, his natural charm vanishing. However, he still had some thoughts in mind, so he didn’t drive onto the highway and quickly changed the subject. “Is that job you found today tiring?”

“Not bad.” Francis walked to the window and easily moved the mattress to the side of the bed. He gestured for Shu Yang to stand up. Then, with one hand, he lifted the sheets and quilt, and with the other, he grabbed the mattress and slammed it down on the bed.

“…” Shu Yang was once again surprised by the difference between himself and the alien.

“Sleep here.” Francis made the bed, picked up a pillow, and turned to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t leave yet. Why are you leaving this double bed?” Shu Yang was anxious at this. If he didn’t get his “beauty” today, what was all his trouble for tonight?

His call made Francis pause and turn to look at him. The meaning in his deep blue eyes made Shu Yang hesitate to continue.

But… as a human being, how could he be so cowardly at this moment!

“Don’t worry, Big Pigeon! I won’t do anything to you. Don’t be afraid.” Shu Yang patted his weak chest. “I guarantee it with my life, the reputation of all the people on Earth.”

With that, he saw Francis’s mouth curl up, and then he walked back to the bed.

His eyes lit up, and he patted his side. “Big Pigeon, if you don’t like the cushions, we can just take this one out.”

“No need.” Francis tossed the pillow back to its original place. As he sat on the bed, the mattress sank under his weight, forcing Shu Yang to slide a little closer to Francis.

“You asked for it.” Francis lowered his head to unbutton his shirt, tilted his head, and raised his eyes again. His earlier restrained expression was gone. Instead, his eyes were filled with aggression, like a beast unleashed. Shu Yang couldn’t help but pull his legs together, settling into a rather well-behaved sitting position. Sorry, he regretted it. He’d flirted, but he couldn’t take responsibility. Was it too late for him to go back now?

But in this situation, Shu Yang somehow felt a hidden excitement well up in his heart. He watched Francis slowly unbutton his shirt, his gaze flickering across that prominent Adam’s apple, then landing on Francis’s hand.

The hand paused, and then Shu Yang felt his vision darken as he heard the man say, “I’m going to shower.”

Shower?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, under the covers, Shu Yang secretly wondered: Which is more important, the reputation of all people on Earth or Da Ge’s young body?

In less than a second, he had already formed his mind’s answer. My compatriots, I’m sorry.

The covers were swished away, and Francis was no longer in the room, only the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom. The mental fortitude he’d built up collapsed, and Shu Yang stared at the bathroom doorknob, so close at hand, lost in thought once more.

This time, before he could make a decision, the doorknob was unscrewed from the inside.

Francis didn’t seem to have the habit of blow-drying his hair, allowing water droplets to drip down from the small part of his hair. His bathrobe didn’t fit him well, so the water droplets rolled down over the small amount of his exposed chest.

Although it was his second time seeing this scene, Shu Yang couldn’t help but admit the shock of this perfect figure. Even the strands of hair were to his liking; how could someone be so lovable?

The howling in his heart was already breaking through the clouds, yet Shu Yang maintained a docile expression. He sat in the middle of the large bed, pointing to his side, “Big Pigeon, which side do you prefer?”

The gray bedding surrounded Shu Yang, making his skin look even paler. He still looked at the grown man with an air of innocence.

Francis’s throat churned. “Anything is fine.”