Xie Wang glanced at Assistant Jin, raised his wristwatch, and said in a serious voice, "It's eleven o'clock. I'm afraid it'll disturb your rest."
Assistant Kim scoffed in disapproval. "He's so stupid for not seizing the opportunity."
Ling Shuangjiang said, "I have no announcements tomorrow, I'll take a day off."
"Oh." Xie Wang repeated casually, "Take a day off? Then I can go up and sit for a while."
Before Ling Shuangjiang could react, Xie Wang had already opened the door and gotten out of the car, straightening his suit: "Get out, let's go."
Seeing his boss's impatient look, Assistant Kim rubbed his forehead slightly.
Ling Shuangjiang pushed open the door and found a pair of black slippers for Xie Wang from the shoe cabinet. "I bought these for you, they're new."
Xie Wang looked at him awkwardly: "You bought it for me."
Ling Shuangjiang: "Okay, you can use it at my house."
Xie Wang suppressed a laugh, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does Lin Jiayi have one?"
Ling Shuangjiang replied calmly, "Hmm."
"Oh." Xie Wang immediately lowered his voice, put on his slippers, and walked into the living room in a sullen voice, sitting on the sofa.
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
"I don't drink." Xie Wang crossed his legs, his voice deep and muffled: "Does Lin Jiayi often invite you over to play?"
Ling Shuangjiang went to the kitchen, washed some red grapes, and sat down next to Xie Wang with a glass bowl in her hand: "Jia Yi is just my good friend, he doesn't like... Zero."
Xie Wang didn't react and scoffed, "What 0? I prefer 1."
Ling Shuangjiang was quite helpless, so she peeled a red grape and put it in her mouth.
"Wait a minute." Xie Wang suddenly remembered the gay education film he had watched, which explained the difference between 1 and 0 in detail.
Does Lin Jiayi dislike zeros? Does she prefer ones?
This topic is extremely sensitive for the two of them right now. Xie Wang secretly glanced at Ling Shuangjiang, sizing him up.
Ling Shuangjiang should be 0.
0 seems to be... in...
With that thought, Xie Wang's blood suddenly boiled, rushing to every part of his body, burning intensely.
He suddenly stood up, went into the bathroom, stood in front of the sink, and slapped himself across the face.
He is guilty; his thoughts are filthy.
"Xie Wang, what's wrong?" Ling Shuangjiang asked worriedly, standing outside the bathroom. He had just heard something strange coming from inside.
Xie Wang quickly covered it up: "It's nothing, I was just swatting flies."
"Flies?" Ling Shuangjiang was puzzled. How could there be flies in October, especially in his house?
Xie Wang pushed open the door, making a move to leave: "It's so late, I won't bother you any longer, I'll be going now."
"Why don't you sleep here?" Ling Shuangjiang said with a smile. "Didn't we agree that you'd sleep at my place every Wednesday?"
"Oh." Xie Wang gripped the doorknob, his eyes darting around. "Is today Wednesday?"
Ling Shuangjiang: "Yes."
Xie Wang gently began to unbutton his suit jacket. "Do you have a place for me to stay here? If not, I won't sleep here."
After saying that, he loosened his tie.
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and said, "Yes."
The guest room was very clean, with a simple four-piece bedding set on the bed.
Ling Shuangjiang brought Xie Wang a bathrobe: "You can take a shower in your room."
Xie Wang looked at the well-fitting pajamas and became wary, but he didn't have the right to ask directly, so he said indirectly, "Your pajamas fit me quite well."
Ling Shuangjiang saw through his thoughts at a glance: "I prepared this especially for you. I have always kept our promise in mind."
"Really?" Xie Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a hint of satisfaction: "Okay, then I'm going to take a shower."
After Ling Shuangjiang left, Xie Wang called Assistant Jin: "I'm staying overnight tonight, you can leave now."
Assistant Kim was surprised: "Okay, have a nice evening."
In the living room, Ling Shuangjiang was reading a script. The script was called "Half Summer," a youth campus film, and according to Li Man, the role of the male lead was very suitable for him.
More than ten years have passed since she last made a movie. Her experience in making movies when she was a child came more from genuine emotions than from acting skills. Therefore, Ling Shuangjiang suggested to Li Man that she needed to hone her acting skills.
Li Man was very supportive of his idea and immediately enrolled him in a two-week acting training course, inviting renowned teachers to provide him with one-on-one guidance.
At this moment, Xie Wang's bedroom door opened, and he walked out with wet hair, sat down next to Ling Shuangjiang, maintaining what he thought was a cool and handsome pose, with a calm look in his eyes.
"It's twelve o'clock, get some rest," Ling Shuangjiang said to him before preparing to leave.
"Wait." Xie Wang called out to him, raising a hand to gather his short hair, looking directly at him: "You let me stay overnight just so I could take a shower at your place? Isn't there anything you want to do with me?"
Ling Shuangjiang, holding the script, raised an eyebrow slightly: "Do you have other plans?"
Xie Wang walked to his side and suddenly lowered his head: "I have playing cards in my bedroom. We can play a game of pulling a horse-drawn carriage."
"Pulling a horse-drawn carriage?" Ling Shuangjiang desperately tried to recall how to play this game, which seemed to be something he often played in elementary school; it was very simple.
"Yeah." Xie Wang nodded. "This is the only game I know how to play."
Ling Shuangjiang smiled indulgently: "Okay, whatever you say."
Thus, Xie Wang gained the right to enter Ling Shuangjiang's room, while Ling Shuangjiang went to take a bath first.
"Where shall I sit?"
"Sit on the bed."
As soon as the bathroom door closed, Xie Wang stared expressionlessly at Ling Shuangjiang's bed, then slowly sat down on it, his palm groping for the sheets, and half-reclined on it.
He took a closer sniff; the bed sheets were filled with the scent of Ling Shuangjiang.
He suddenly stood up, feeling like a freak.
He put on his slippers and walked to the bathroom door: "Frostfall, I'm a little cold, can I use your blanket?"
"What?" The sound of water suddenly stopped. Ling Shuangjiang, wrapped in a bath towel, opened the bathroom door and poked half her body out: "What are you saying? I can't hear you."
My gaze drifted slightly downwards, landing on Ling Shuangjiang's bare collarbone and shoulders. His skin was very white, and his body was covered in a misty haze, like the finest white porcelain glaze, delicate and smooth.
Xie Wang's eyes stiffened: "I'm cold, I want to cover myself with your blanket."
Water droplets from her hair slid down Ling Shuangjiang's cheeks and landed on her delicate collarbones.
Xie Wang wondered if he was willing to help Ling Shuangjiang clean up, would Ling Shuangjiang slap him?
"Build it, treat this place as your home."
Ling Shuangjiang's smile was somewhat alluring, and Xie Wang's eyes couldn't look away as he fiddled with his clothes.
When the bathroom door closed again, Xie Wang walked to the bedside, relaxed, lay down, neatly covered himself with the blanket, and faced the ceiling.
Even the quilts used during the Lesser Frost period smell sweet.
He pressed down on his lips, wondering if anyone other than him had ever covered Ling Shuangjiang with a blanket.
Looking at it this way, he was Ling Shuangjiang's first man.
Xie Wang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Inside the bathroom, Ling Shuangjiang suddenly heard laughter and almost thought she was hallucinating.
After changing his clothes, he came out with body lotion and saw Xie Wang lying stiffly on the bed. He asked with a smile, "Are you comfortable?"
Xie Wang turned to look at him and immediately sat up: "It's alright."
Ling Shuangjiang, carrying body lotion, sat on the edge of the bed: "The bathroom is too hot, I want to apply body lotion here."
Xie Wang was taken aback: "How about I excuse myself?"
Ling Shuangjiang smiled at him: "No need, I'm just wiping my legs and arms, my dear friend, there's no need to avoid me."
Xie Wang said "Oh": "Because we are friends, you can show it to me. No one else can, not even Lin Jiayi."
Ling Shuangjiang raised an eyebrow and bent her right leg.
His bathrobe was made of silk, its texture smooth and soft, shimmering with a silky sheen under the orange light, just like his skin.
Xie Wang avoided looking and quietly gazed at the distant scenery, but he then noticed that, because it was night, Ling Shuangjiang's every move was reflected in the window.
Ling Shuangjiang's legs were straight and slender, with even and beautiful muscle lines, even whiter than his face.
Xie Wang unconsciously focused his gaze, wanting to see if Ling Shuangjiang had any leg hair, but he guessed she probably didn't.
Those legs are like silk; they must feel very comfortable to touch.
After applying body lotion to her legs, Ling Shuangjiang began applying it to her arms, glancing sideways slightly: "Thank you, Wang."
Xie Wang stiffly turned his head: "Hmm?"
Ling Shuangjiang said in surprise, "You... have a nosebleed."
Xie Wang calmly pulled out a few tissues: "It's been dry lately, so it's easy to get a sore throat. Don't worry about me."
Ling Shuangjiang chuckled, took the toilet paper, sat cross-legged in front of him, and gently wiped him.
"If I remember correctly, this is the second time you've had a nosebleed, right?"
His bathrobe was loose and baggy, and looking down his chest, his collarbone and ribcage were faintly visible.
Xie Wang frowned: "I've had nosebleeds since I was a child."
Ling Shuangjiang cleaned his nosebleed and gently cupped his face: "Shall we play in a horse-drawn carriage?"
Xie Wang nodded seriously: "Okay."
Pulling the Cart is a card game that many people learned in their childhood. Simply put, players take turns playing cards, one by one, placing them face down at the end of the previous card. When a player plays a card that matches one of the cards played before them, that player collects all the cards between the two matching cards.
At the end of the game, whoever has the most cards wins.
The two sat cross-legged and began the game.
Although the gameplay was monotonous and boring, Ling Shuangjiang didn't find it boring because Xie Wang was very interested in it.
This differs from his traditional image of a tycoon who frequents Las Vegas.