EOD Chapter30

[Goodnight]

A message popped up at the bottom of Zhou Zefeng’s phone screen. He deleted the words he was currently typing and sent a new message instead: [Are you in bed now?]

[En]

[Are you free tomorrow?]

[Why, are you going to start making an effort now?]

Having his thoughts read so easily, Zhou Zefeng sent over the screenshot he had taken earlier and said: [Do you want to go watch a movie? With me]

Lying in bed and looking at this message, Lu Zhao felt his heart race for some inexplicable reason.

Lu Zhao loved watching movies and frequently went to the cinema alone. Finishing the film, staying through the end credits, tossing the popcorn and cola can into the trash by himself, and drifting out of the theater with the crowd while quietly digesting the plot; this was the baseline and ultimate form of Lu Zhao’s idea of entertainment. Yet, he never felt lonely; instead, he thoroughly enjoyed his solitude.

Lu Zhao couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch a movie with someone else.

Ever since meeting Zhou Zefeng, too many unexpected things have been forced to happen, and too many rigid habits have been forced to break. Lu Zhao was used to living in a comfortable world constructed by himself, but Zhou Zefeng had barged in recklessly, carrying him into a brand-new world.

In truth, the world was still the same world; there was just an extra person by his side.

[Sure, what time?[

After settling the time and location with Zhou Zefeng and exchanging goodnights, Lu Zhao pulled up his blanket, only to suffer a rare bout of insomnia.

He even began to look forward to tomorrow’s arrival.

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang at Lu Zhao’s apartment.

Lu Zhao hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before, and being woken up by the doorbell early in the morning left him full of morning grumpiness. Seeing a sun-drenched Zhou Zefeng standing at the door only made him more irritated.

“Isn’t the movie in the afternoon? What the hell are you doing here so early instead of sleeping? Are you sick?” Lu Zhao rubbed his bleary eyes while glaring at Zhou Zefeng with absolutely zero lethality.

“Nine o’clock isn’t early, my brother,” Zhou Zefeng lifted the breakfast items in both hands to show Lu Zhao, placing them on the table before explaining, “I brought you breakfast. The breakfast at this place is delicious, and if you don’t go early, it sells out.”

Looking at Zhou Zefeng, Lu Zhao was temporarily at a loss for words.

Lu Zhao recalled his student days when his desk mate was pursuing a girl for a period of time; he would bring her breakfast every single day.

Lu Zhao’s morning grumpiness dissipated a bit. After washing up and coming out, he saw Zhou Zefeng standing in front of the washing machine.

Lu Zhao suddenly remembered that he had tossed the stockings inside last night, intending to wash them this morning. He rushed forward, grabbed Zhou Zefeng, and demanded, “What are you doing?”

“Are you doing laundry? By the time we finish eating, it might be done right on time.” Zhou Zefeng pressed the button, and the washing machine started running.

Seeing no change in Zhou Zefeng’s expression, Lu Zhao eased his mind and sat down at the dining table to start eating his breakfast.

Zhou Zefeng sat opposite him. For once, he had already eaten and wasn’t sharing a meal with Lu Zhao, so he began to observe Lu Zhao’s eating habits with great interest. He noticed that although Lu Zhao ate very elegantly without smacking his lips, his mouth would subconsciously pout and press back together while chewing, making whatever he ate look incredibly delicious. Zhou Zefeng couldn’t help but smack his own lips too while watching him.

Lu Zhao endured it silently for a while, but halfway through, he found it a bit hard to keep swallowing.

“What’s wrong? Is it not good?”

“No,” Lu Zhao pressed his hand to his forehead with a headache, trying to reason with Zhou Zefeng, “Why do you keep staring at me? It’s creeping me out.”

Zhou Zefeng pursed his lips and spoke the honest, sincere truth, “I want to kiss you.”

Lu Zhao nearly choked on his food hearing this. He quickly picked up his milk, took a sip, and said, “Then keep wanting.”

Zhou Zefeng didn’t push the matter, but he stood up and shifted over to Lu Zhao’s side. The moment he sat down, Lu Zhao instantly felt a sense of pressure.

“Why are you sitting over here?”

“You said it yourself—if I ask, your answer is definitely going to be no.”

Zhou Zefeng suddenly grabbed Lu Zhao’s hand, leaned his body forward, and gave Lu Zhao’s flushed lips a gentle peck, licking away the milk at the corner of his mouth. Before Lu Zhao’s irritation and censure could voice themselves, Zhou Zefeng continued, “So from now on, I’m never going to ask you again. I’ll just do whatever I want directly. Do you think that’s okay?”

“N—”

“Oh right, I can’t ask you,” Zhou Zefeng interrupted with a smile before planting another kiss on his cheek. “Then I’ll answer for you: yes.”

Lu Zhao was left thoroughly speechless. After all, when he said those words yesterday, his meaning had been exactly how Zhou Zefeng interpreted it; without a single deviation at all.

He just hadn’t expected Zhou Zefeng’s execution to be so spot-on, practically professional grade.

Lu Zhao cleared his throat, pretending nothing had happened just now, and asked, “What’s the plan for later?”

Zhou Zefeng gave a mysterious smile and said, “Let’s go shopping at the mall first. There’s something I want to buy.”

At this moment, Lu Zhao still had no idea what Zhou Zefeng wanted to buy. He went back to his room to change and then headed out with Zhou Zefeng. They arrived at the commercial complex where the cinema was located, planning to grab a bite here after buying the item, and then catch the movie along the way.

“What on earth do you want to buy?” Lu Zhao followed Zhou Zefeng all the way to a secluded corner of the mall. The storefront here was dimly lit and obscure, featuring only an ambiguous sign, and upon entering, they had to walk up a flight of stairs. Lu Zhao felt thoroughly perplexed, wondering what kind of trick Zhou Zefeng was playing up his sleeve.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Lu Zhao pushed the door open to look. Once the initial shock passed, his face darkened completely.

The room was filled with sexy lingerie; some hanging on racks, others displayed on mannequins. Surprisingly, however, the interior decor didn’t deliberately try to create a shady or suggestive atmosphere; it was brightly lit, perfectly upfront, and magnanimous, looking just like any ordinary women’s lingerie shop.

Yet, the brighter and more upfront it was, the more self-conscious Lu Zhao felt.

The online adult boutique that Zhou Zefeng had accidentally stumbled into last night actually had a physical brick-and-mortar store inside this very mall, just tucked away in a low-profile, secluded location. The moment he saw it last night; he had planned to coax Lu Zhao into coming over to check it out. But turning his head, he noticed that Lu Zhao already had every intention of turning right around and leaving.

Zhou Zefeng grabbed Lu Zhao just in time, asking, “What’s wrong? Let’s go in.”

There was no one inside the shop. It was only when Zhou Zefeng spotted the sign on the wall that he realized it was an unmanned self-service store. Dragging Lu Zhao inside by force, he leaned close to him and said, “Didn’t you tell me to buy stockings? I brought you here to try some.”

Lu Zhao suppressed his anger and shame, “I was talking about regular stockings. Who told you to bring me to a place like this?” Raising his eyes, he caught sight of an incredibly revealing maid outfit, causing him to drop his gaze instantly as if startled.

Zhou Zefeng found it amusing, “There’s nobody here. What are you getting shy for?”

Of course, it was impossible for Lu Zhao to voice the fact that he had masturbated while wearing stockings last night. After finishing last night, he had thrown the stockings straight into the washing machine as if locking away a decadent, explicit little corner of his heart.

Seeing all of this now, Lu Zhao felt nothing but shame along with a vague, subtle throb of excitement.

If it were the Lu Zhao of the past, seeing these items would only make him visualize what they would look like on a bed partner or a companion. But now, the object of that imagination had transformed into himself.

The moment Lu Zhao became aware of his own thoughts, he felt utterly lost and mortified.

Right at that moment, Zhou Zefeng suddenly leaned in close to Lu Zhao, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper.

“I saw it,” Zhou Zefeng said, his eyes curving into a smile. He looked completely innocent on the surface, yet a hidden trace of mischief and desire was swirling deep within his gaze. “Gege was masturbating while wearing stockings last night. Am I guessing right?”

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