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Oatmeal dived into milk with a splosh, agitating the milky liquid.

Strawberry jam was enthusiastically added into the fray; unable to seamlessly blend with the oatmeal and milk, it dyed the milk pink.

The milk that was smeared pink was domineeringly invaded and occupied by oatmeal until it was thoroughly stained with the flavour of oats.

Jiang Chijing sprawled over Zheng Mingyi’s chest, catching his breath. It was some time since their climax, yet both of them were still panting heavily, as if the insane rush just now had exhausted all of their strength.

“Are you tired?” Zheng Mingyi gently stroked Jiang Chijing’s back, where fine beads of sweat had seeped out, hot and sticky to the touch.

Jiang Chijing lazily hummed. He really didn’t have the energy now to speak.

If this were two months ago, Jiang Chijing would never have imagined that the filth in his mind would turn into reality, that the untouchable man he had watched from afar would actually be even crazier than him, viciously plowing every inch of his body.

Perhaps due to having suppressed their desires for too long, the living room was wrecked by the two of them going at it.

The tie had long since lost its shape and turned into a tattered rope. The Fundamentals of Weiqi on the coffee table was messily creased all over, because Teacher Zheng had forced Officer Jiang to read it aloud to him, but Jiang Chijing wasn’t even able to hold on for more than a page before slumping weakly over the coffee table.

The rattling of the air-conditioning gradually covered their breathing. Jiang Chijing eventually recovered enough strength, enduring the soreness of his jaw to say, “Are you hungry?”

He had talked big before, claiming that he would eat him with relish. But it really consumed too much out of him; it was a standard impossible to meet. This was also in the aftermath of forgetting the handcuffs and baton, which caused Teacher Zheng dissatisfaction, and only after making up for it in other ways did Zheng Mingyi grudgingly let him off.

It was almost noon. After tossing around for most of the morning, Jiang Chijing was famished. When he asked Zheng Mingyi whether he was hungry, Zheng Mingyi stopped stroking his back, asking, “Do you have food at home?”

Jiang Chijing got off work early and would usually prepare a home-cooked meal for his dinner. But he really didn’t want to go to the trouble today. He said listlessly, “I’ve frozen steaks in the fridge.”

“I’ll cook for you.” With that, Zheng Mingyi got up from the sofa, walking barefoot towards the kitchen.

Jiang Chijing sat up as well and bowed his head, unwinding the medical bandages wrapped below (hint c27), saying, “The steak is on the upper shelf of the freezer.”

“All right.” Zheng Mingyi opened the freezer. “Where’s the apron?”

“It’s…” Jiang Chijing’s heart stuttered. He whipped his head towards Zheng Mingyi, only to see that this man really didn’t pick up any of his clothes from the ground. He stared unwaveringly at Zheng Mingyi, continuing, “In the drawer next to the refrigerator.”

Zheng Mingyi took out two steaks and left them to defrost in the microwave, then took his apron out of the drawer and put it on, just like that.

He occasionally had his back towards Jiang Chijing, and occasionally flashed his side profile. This alone was already erotic enough, let alone the electronic tracking monitor on his ankle, heightening the visual impact.

When Zheng Mingyi seared steaks at home in the past, he’d still be wearing pants. But now that he was at Jiang Chijing’s, he just let himself go back to his roots, as if inviting Jiang Chijing to peep on him.

“How do you like your steak?” Zheng Mingyi asked with his back facing Jiang Chijing.

“Two points.” As Jiang Chijing’s gaze never wavered from the perky peach, the only number his brain could come up with at this moment was two, because that peach had two petals.

“Two?” Zheng Mingyi looked back in confusion.

> Steak degree of doneness 生, 1分, 3分, 5分, 7分, 全熟 corresponds to raw, rare, medium-rare, medium, medium-well, well-done respectively.

“Seven,” Jiang Chijing changed his wording in the nick of time. “Do you need any help?”

“I’m good.” Zheng Mingyi turned his head back, and the way he looked when focused on searing the steaks was even more enticing than the aroma of the steaks.

There wasn’t much to searing steaks; indeed, there wasn’t much anyone could need help with. Jiang Chijing was only trying to find an excuse to head into the kitchen. Since Zheng Mingyi said that there was no need, then he would just sneak over.

He walked barefooted up to Zheng Mingyi and hugged his waist from behind, perching his chin on his shoulder. He said, “I’m so hungry.”

Zheng Mingyi angled his face over slightly. He looked at Jiang Chijing and asked, “Didn’t I fill you up?”

While Jiang Chijing’s hands were up to no good, he nibbled on Zheng Mingyi’s earlobe, murmuring, “Still far from enough.”

Zheng Mingyi dropped his gaze, continuing to flip the steaks in the pan. “It’s still early; we’ll continue in the afternoon.”

At present, eating was the more pressing issue. Jiang Chijing withdrew the wayward hand, taking plates and cutlery out from the kitchen cabinets.

The two of them quietly ate their lunch, and after that, Zheng Mingyi again voluntarily took over the dishes. Jiang Chijing sat on the sofa and fiddled with his phone. His face was completely straight, but his hands were searching various sorts of high-difficulty sexual positions.

“I don’t have your number yet.”

After keeping the dishes, Zheng Mingyi picked up his suit from the ground and fished his phone out, coming to sit next to Jiang Chijing.

Jiang Chijing conveniently leaned against Zheng Mingyi’s shoulder, eyes still fixed on his phone screen, reaching an open palm towards Zheng Mingyi. “Pass your phone over.”

Zheng Mingyi’s phone was an old-model smartphone. There were few apps downloaded in it, but the voice recognition app was placed in the most prominent position.

Jiang Chijing added the new contact and pressed the call button, waiting for his phone to ring before hanging up and passing the phone back to Zheng Mingyi.

An unfamiliar string of numbers appeared on his phone. Unexpectedly, of the eleven digits, there were actually five 1s. At this time, he heard Zheng Mingyi, next to him, suddenly say towards his phone, “Wife.”

> Rofl friendly reminder that 1 is gay lingo for top. Considering the first three digits are reserved to designate the mobile phone service provider, let alone the odds of having such a nice number…

Confused, Jiang Chijing sat up and looked at Zheng Mingyi’s phone, asking, “Who are you calling wife?”

“You.” Zheng Mingyi attentively used his phone. Jiang Chijing moved in for a closer look and saw that the name he had originally saved as ‘Jiang Chijing’ was now changed by Zheng Mingyi using voice recognition into ‘Wife’, even with a police car emoji tagged behind.

“Who’s your wife.” Jiang Chijing frowned, trying to snatch Zheng Mingyi’s phone.

But not only did Zheng Mingyi not allow him to get his way, but he’d even hoisted him into his embrace, pointing his chin at his phone, saying, “Change mine to husband.”

“No way,” Jiang Chijing refused. To him, this endearment was honestly too cringe.

“You won’t?” Zheng Mingyi lifted his brows, dissatisfied. “Who was the one who couldn’t take it just now and kept calling me husband?”

It was a special situation just now. Jiang Chijing felt like he was about to die, what could he not call out? What happened in bed, happened in bed. Husband? So what? He could call out even more lewd talk.

“Don’t bring bed talk out of bed,” Jiang Chijing said primly.

“Not changing?” Zheng Mingyi flipped over and pinned Jiang Chijing beneath him. “Someone should teach this scumbag a lesson.”

Their bodies were still sticky with sweat. If this were a regular day, Jiang Chijing would long have gone to take a shower in the bathroom. But he just liked to work a sweat with Zheng Mingyi, and he, even more, enjoyed seeing Zheng Mingyi sweat above him.

The room was clearly cooling enough, yet the places where their skin touched still seared with fire. Zheng Mingyi held Jiang Chijing’s hips and carried him up, gesturing towards the stairs with his eyes. “Shall we head upstairs?”

They had pretty much finished unlocking the game map of the ground floor; it was time to head upstairs to explore a new map. But the bed upstairs was still positioned next to the window. If Zheng Mingyi discovered this, it would potentially expose Jiang Chijing’s voyeurism.

Jiang Chijing hesitated for a brief second, but unwilling to stop at a time like this to move the bed upstairs, he simply said, “Let’s go.”

People wouldn’t normally put a 1.8-metre queen size bed next to the window, but this didn’t mean that everyone had to follow the usual logic to do things.

When Zheng Mingyi pushed open the bedroom door, Jiang Chijing already had an excuse ready. “I like sleeping against the wall.”

These words came somewhat out of the blue. Even Jiang Chijing himself felt that it was as though he had stuck an ‘I’m Didn’t Bury Any Treasure Here’ sign above a hidden trove, because Zheng Mingyi might not have even noticed that there was anything wrong with the placement of his bed.

“Against the wall?” Zheng Mingyi swept a glance over the layout of the room, and an understanding glint appeared in his eyes. He threw Jiang Chijing onto the bed, then climbed to the window, observing his house with considerable interest.

The small and beautiful house had been charred into blackened waste. When peering over from Jiang Chijing’s bedroom, one could still vaguely make out the burnt wardrobe and sandbag.

Jiang Chijing was inevitably a little nervous. Afraid that Zheng Mingyi, with his high IQ, would make head or tail of it, he clambered to Zheng Mingyi and yanked his face towards, hoping to distract him with a kiss. But Zheng Mingyi didn’t let Jiang Chijing get his way. He swiftly looked back across the street, asking Jiang Chijing, “That night, did you also throw the cologne into my room from here?”

Though this was already a fact tacitly established between them, Jiang Chijing reflexively wanted to conceal it and didn’t answer straight-out, answering with a question, “How can you be sure that it wasn’t a passerby who was kind enough to warn you?”

“Because the cologne hit my wardrobe,” Zheng Mingyi said, gazing at Jiang Chijing. “If someone flung something into my bedroom from downstairs, it wouldn’t be able to hit my wardrobe.”

Jiang Chijing knew the layout of Zheng Mingyi’s bedroom. His wardrobe was placed against the wall next to the door, facing the window. It was only possible for the cologne to fly in a straight line to smash into Zheng Mingyi’s wardrobe from this spot in his bedroom.

Unable to conceal it anymore, Jiang Chijing feigned nonchalance, like he was idly chatting with Zheng Mingyi. “I just happened to see someone furtively pacing in front of your house that night.”

“Just happened to?” Zheng Mingyi said. “If I’m not mistaken, it was one-thirty in the morning.”

Jiang Chijing had a habit of peeping over at Zheng Mingyi’s house before he slept, but this was obviously something that he couldn’t say. He immediately thought back to the events that night and secretly sighed in relief, saying, “My watch broke that day. I was up to one-thirty fixing it, and just happened to hear a strange disturbance from across the street.”

Actually, the man in black hadn’t made any noises at all, and it was also fortunate that Jiang Chijing’s watch had broken that night. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to warn Zheng Mingyi in time.

“Is that so.” Zheng Mingyi pensively nodded. At least, he finally moved from the window, turning his attention to Jiang Chijing.

Seems like I managed to muddle my way through.

Jiang Chijing completely relaxed, pressing Zheng Mingyi onto the bed. But at this moment, Zheng Mingyi suddenly flipped over, pinning Jiang Chijing under him. He looked at him mischievously, saying, “Officer Jiang, did you touch yourself when you spied on me?”

Caught completely off guard, Jiang Chijing froze, and then he heard Zheng Mingyi speak again. “Did you lie here next to your window with one hand holding your monocular, and your other hand being naughty, hm?”

“Wh-what are you saying?” Jiang Chijing flustered. “I’ve never spied on you.”

“Do you really think that I didn’t know?” Zheng Mingyi smiled. “Is the little pervert trying to act like a respectable man?”

Jiang Chijing’s brain instantly turned into a glob of paste. He felt as though the countless pornographic trash buried under the ground had been dug out by a large excavator, placed in front of Zheng Mingyi for his viewing pleasure.

“I’ve never…” Jiang Chijing’s cheeks were ruddy red as he obstinately denied.

“You’ve never spied on me boxing?” Zheng Mingyi asked.

Jiang Chijing clenched his teeth together, not daring to look Zheng Mingyi in the eye.

“Or were you going to say that you’ve never spied on me wearing an apron?” Zheng Mingyi followed up.

Jiang Chijing swallowed his saliva, and any strength to retort completely lost.

“Do you really think that I’m an exhibitionist?” Zheng Mingyi bit Jiang Chijing’s lips with a smile. “It’s all for you to see, Officer Jiang.”

Jiang Chijing’s head was reeling. He couldn’t figure out where exactly he had exposed himself. But it was only now that he truly realised that Zheng Mingyi had, in every sense of it, stripped him clean of his underwear.