FSGOR Ch43part1

If he hadn’t closed his eyes, there was no way Jiang Tian could have brought himself to use his hand to help Chu Xuyu with that.

That handsome and mature face—so different from his peers—was now burning red in Chu Xuyu’s large palm. Thanks to the older man’s skilled movements, Jiang Tian’s expression was completely out of control, his face flushed like a ripe tomato.

Both of them were panting, sweat clinging to their skin, and their palms damp with heat and… something else.

No one knew how long it lasted. When Jiang Tian finally opened his eyes, still breathing a little heavily, he found himself staring straight into a pair of calm but intense eyes.

“……”

To be exact—

Chu Xuyu was frighteningly clear-headed, even in that post-climax haze. His deep eyes shimmered with emotion, yet his gaze remained sharp and unwavering—as if neither of them had just been swept away in that intimate tide.

But all the subtle details added up to a possibility Jiang Tian couldn’t ignore.

With messy bangs falling over his forehead, Jiang Tian’s heart skipped a beat. He rasped:
“Ge… you didn’t close your eyes?”

Chu Xuyu said nothing.

He simply stared at him with that post-intimacy tenderness, still panting. Then he leaned forward and kissed the corner of Jiang Tian’s lips.

“Mhm.”

“You’re really cute.”

“……”

Jiang Tian’s face flushed all over again. He reined in his anger and scrambled off the sofa, grabbing a napkin to clean his sticky hands.

His face was cold, jaw tense, though it wasn’t real anger.

It was just that Chu Xuyu always teased him. Just because he was younger didn’t mean he had no pride. Jiang Tian found this deeply unfair.

Even though he’d been seen clearly, he had said he’d only help this once. As long as there was no second time, he figured he could move on from it.

Meanwhile, Chu Xuyu was still basking in the post-climax glow. Even though things hadn’t gone exactly as planned, the fact that he’d shared such an intimate moment with Jiang Tian made him feel like he’d won the ultimate jackpot.

Of course, the “unexpected” part… was that Jiang Tian truly shocked him. His size was beyond the exaggerated memes floating around online about “diamond-class” college boys.

Chu Xuyu swallowed hard and sat cross-legged on the sofa, running a hand through his hair. He couldn’t help wondering what Jiang Tian’s first time would actually be like.

Never mind.

He’d find out when the time came.

Chu Xuyu sighed and leaned in again, pressing his chest against the younger man’s back, resting his chin on Jiang Tian’s shoulder, face turned to nuzzle him.

“All cleaned up?”

“No.”

Jiang Tian kept his cool expression, but as he continued wiping, he even helped Chu Xuyu clean up a bit.

“You can’t do that again.”

Chu Xuyu pretended not to get it.

“Can’t do what?”

“You promised to close your eyes…”

Chu Xuyu smirked.

“Then there’s going to be a next time?”

Jiang Tian—usually the top student—froze. He realized the wording was ambiguous and couldn’t come up with a retort.

“…There won’t be a next time.”

His tone was icy, like a kid trying to act tough. But Chu Xuyu didn’t mind at all—in fact, he found it adorable. He leaned in again to kiss him.

“Why not? Did it feel uncomfortable?”

“……”

Truthfully, it didn’t feel bad at all. But Jiang Tian thought this man was just too shameless. He didn’t move away fast enough—and then beep, Chu Xuyu’s phone lit up with a message.

Eason: Where are you?

Jiang Tian hadn’t meant to look at the screen. The phone happened to be right beside the napkin box. He was just seated at the right angle and noticed it when it lit up.

But the second the message popped up, Chu Xuyu took the phone and moved it away.

The room’s mood instantly cooled.

The shift in atmosphere was sharp—but Chu Xuyu showed no sign of being disturbed. He gave Jiang Tian a quick kiss on the cheek and explained, “A friend from overseas.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Tian nodded, appearing unfazed.

 “Do you need to make a call? I was just about to go shower.”

Seeing he wasn’t suspicious, Chu Xuyu stood up and led him to the wardrobe, handing him a set of loungewear.

“Stay over tonight.”

It wasn’t even phrased like a question.

And Jiang Tian realized there was no point resisting. He just didn’t argue anymore.

Assuming Chu Xuyu had personal matters to handle, Jiang Tian offered: “Can I stay in the guest room?”

It was already late. After all that action, there was no way they could share a bed without something else happening.

“Sure.”

Chu Xuyu agreed readily.

“I’ve got an early meeting anyway—don’t want to wake you.”

Jiang Tian nodded and politely thanked him. But that made Chu Xuyu nearly laugh out loud. Before Jiang Tian went to shower, Chu Xuyu even asked if there was anything he needed to improve on.

“…………”

Jiang Tian could only give him a mental rating of: 6/10.

He was getting a bit overwhelmed. As much as he enjoyed the intimacy, he was still a cool-tempered teenager. He wasn’t used to such clingy dynamics.

But Chu Xuyu, nearly thirty and in the peak of his… well, appetite, was fully submerged in this romance, completely unaware of Jiang Tian’s inner turmoil.

Especially now, after nearly being caught with that message, Chu Xuyu handled the situation with extra care.

While Jiang Tian was in the shower, he went into the master bedroom, closed the door, and finally responded to his therapist.

Afternoon Tea: Feeling great lately.

Afternoon Tea: Please try not to contact me unless necessary.

But the other party ignored that request, replying as a professional psychiatrist that regular check-ins were part of their responsibility.

Chu Xuyu’s lips curled into a mocking sneer. The calm and mature mask he always wore in front of Jiang Tian completely vanished.

This therapist—who had been his friend for nearly thirty years—was used to him being cold.

Still, even friends didn’t like being stonewalled forever. In under two minutes, the guy sent another message, this time joking and apologizing:

Fu Boxi: Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!

Fu Boxi: Shen Yan just chewed me out—did I really mess up your date with the little boyfriend?

Chu Xuyu let out a low chuckle.
“What do you think?”

Fu Boxi: Okay, fine. But seriously, your emotional state is still unstable. I’m not worried about me—I’m worried you’ll scare the poor kid if something flares up again.

“…By the way.”

Fu Boxi: He really just turned eighteen, huh?

What kind of nonsense was that?

The way that guy texted—like adding wave lines in speech—was infuriating. Chu Xuyu’s cold smirk could probably scare people stiff.

Truth be told, that “illness” of his had nearly cleared up. His friends were just making a fuss, making him check in every few months.

Back when it was at its worst, he couldn’t even sleep more than two hours a night, no matter how many pills he took.

But ever since that trip with Jiang Tian to Jing City, he’d managed to sleep on the high-speed rail for a few hours—something unimaginable for someone who used to be unable to rest without perfect conditions.

Now, thanks to this relationship, things were steadily improving.

It was proof enough: his condition really was healing—because of love.

Fu Boxi was honestly relieved by the improvement, but from a professional medical perspective, he made it clear that Chu Xuyu’s situation wasn’t as “fine” as he liked to think.

-“Anyone who experienced severe childhood trauma, if exposed again to those original triggers, is very likely to relapse.”

-“So I hope you understand—your current condition isn’t completely healed. You’ve just distanced yourself from those people in Los Angeles…”

He didn’t even get to finish.

Chu Xuyu hung up.

His expression darkened as if a thunderstorm was brewing behind his eyes.

With fingers pressed to his throbbing temple, he stood in front of the bedroom balcony. Fragmented memories flickered through his mind—vague, broken images.

Even after years of therapy, the clearest image remained from his middle school years—his father’s affair at home.

That man, unable to control his lower half, had betrayed Chu Xuyu’s mother. The sheer disgust from those memories shaped his adolescence, leaving him physically repulsed by the idea of romantic relationships for years.

“……”

No.

He would never let Jiang Tian find out.