Kang He had never experienced anything like this before. At first, there was some awkwardness and clumsiness, but the rare thing was how quickly he caught on.
The person in his arms was cold on the outside but warm within, which made his heart beat even faster. He responded passionately, gradually shifting from being passive at the start to taking the initiative.
They didn’t know how long they stayed on the sofa before moving to the bedroom.
Parting was difficult once again, as if the old house was on fire.
“Wait.”
Kang He held onto Fan Jing’s waist. Even though the moment was already upon them, he used the last shred of his reason to stop: “Do you… have a condom at home?”
Fan Jing’s cheeks were suspiciously flushed from their previous fervor.
His brow twitched: “You usually keep those things?”
Kang He understood the meaning behind his words and cleared his throat: “If I always kept them, I wouldn’t stop now.”
Fan Jing’s expression finally improved a little.
He thought back to when they had just gotten married — they didn’t need those things then. Besides, it had indeed been a long time since he last had that kind of experience.
Over the years, when alone, he sometimes had needs, but he wasn’t the type to handle them himself; instead, he just thought a lot about Kang He.
Now that the person was finally right in front of him, he wanted to relieve himself properly.
“Let’s just go straight ahead.”
Kang He’s Adam’s apple bobbed once. That offer was too tempting.
Although he hadn’t done this before, he had learned about it. If it didn’t feel good for him, that would be one thing, but he was afraid Fan Jing might feel uncomfortable.
“We need some lubricant…”
Fan Jing looked into Kang He’s eyes, tugged at his clothes, and started to move down from his body.
Seeing this, Kang He hurriedly grabbed his hand: “Don’t get angry, I’m not unwilling to…”
Fan Jing, with a good temper, said: “I’ll go downstairs to buy some.”
“Just order it on the phone and have it delivered. That way, we won’t have to run around, and we can still take a shower…”
Kang He’s ears turned a bit red as he spoke, pulling Fan Jing close again.
One hand wrapped around Fan Jing’s waist, the other opened his phone and tapped on the delivery app.
“Is there a brand you prefer?”
Fan Jing glanced at the various brands and then looked at Kang He: “You’re asking me what I like, but it’s you who has to wear it.”
“I’ve used them before.”
Kang He casually picked a super-thin one: “We can try slowly later and figure out what we like.”
Fan Jing didn’t deny it and watched as Kang He also ordered a bottle of lubricant.
While waiting, Kang He hugged Fan Jing and kissed him a few times. After a while, the two of them slipped into their cramped bathroom…
They spent a wonderful night together.
The next day, Fan Jing woke up a little early. Although he usually woke up around six, it was almost eight when he stirred, which was considered late.
Luckily, he didn’t have any classes that morning.
He felt an arm draped over his waist, and a warm body pressed against his back.
It had been a long time since he’d slept in such a position; it felt both familiar and a little strange.
But the discomfort and soreness in his body felt even more foreign.
Kang He’s technique left much to be desired compared to before.
Youth meant energy and strength — vigorous and fresh, rushing recklessly.
This was Kang He’s first time, and if it hadn’t been for the relatively thorough preparation the night before, it would have been even more painful.
“Awake?”
A slightly hoarse voice came from his back. Fan Jing responded with a soft hum.
Kang He, seeing this, tightened his hold on Fan Jing’s waist: “Don’t turn your back on me.”
Hearing this, Fan Jing finally turned around.
Kang He hadn’t put on a shirt yet, and on his broad shoulders, two rows of uneven bite marks were visible.
Seeing Fan Jing’s eyes, Kang He’s ears couldn’t help but turn red.
He hadn’t expected their relationship to develop so fast, nor to have done this already.
Last night it hadn’t seemed like a big deal, but now, in the daylight, seeing Fan Jing again made him feel a bit embarrassed.
Noticing Fan Jing’s shallow breathing after turning sideways, Kang He couldn’t help but ask: “Does it hurt?”
Fan Jing gave a light hum.
Kang He felt a little guilty.
He had originally thought Fan Jing was very proactive and somewhat experienced in this, making him feel like a rookie despite his own supposed experience.
Thinking about this, his heart turned sour. But when it really came down to it, it wasn’t such a big deal.
After all, using lubricant was still a little tricky.
“Am I that bad?”
Fan Jing didn’t want to lie or hurt Kang He’s feelings, so he simply said: “It’ll be better next time.”
Kang He was quite touched by that.
Though not perfect, there was still hope for improvement. His boyfriend was really handsome and kind.
Kang He leaned in and kissed Fan Jing.
The two of them cuddled on the bed for a while before Kang He got up to make breakfast.
While eating, Kang He handled some work matters. They planned to eat something light at noon before heading to work.
Fan Jing sat in the car, looking out the window, feeling a bit stifled. Time seemed to be passing too quickly.
He glanced out again and said, “It’s so hot and muggy. I see dark clouds in the distance; it might rain later.”
Then he asked, “Can you come pick me up afterwards?”
Fan Jing’s eyes flickered slightly: “You won’t be home this afternoon?”
“I’ll have to go once, since I’ll be off soon and have to enter the city again. Mainly, I need to put some simple equipment and computers in the car to make things easier.”
Although, actually, he didn’t need to go today.
“It’ll just be two or three hours…”
Kang He was silent for a moment, then said, “Are you annoyed that I’m too clingy?”
He sounded a bit like he was whining but was sincerely asking. Fan Jing had a calm personality and probably liked quiet and solitude. Kang He was very clingy, and if it annoyed him, that wouldn’t be good.
Though Kang He was the type to be clingy once committed, he could hold back a little if it meant they would last longer.
“No.”
Fan Jing said, “I’m just worried about the trouble of picking me up and dropping me off.”
After speaking, he took a key out and handed it to Kang He: “If the timing doesn’t work out, you can just go home first.”
Kang He took the key, pretending to say, “You trust me that much?”
But his hand reached out to take it.
Fan Jing glanced at him silently.
The two stared ahead, their mouths curving upward slightly.
That day, all the club members felt Fan Jing seemed especially good-tempered and patient.
After class, thunder rumbled outside, and it started to rain heavily.
Some students hadn’t brought umbrellas and were waiting for rides.
Fan Jing packed up his equipment and waited for Kang He. Several young girls gathered around him, asking questions unrelated to archery.
He actually answered a few.
Zheng Xuemei came back after packing her bag and saw Fan Jing talking with people, finding it quite unusual.
She wanted to discuss Kang He’s situation but noticed a shy new female student asking Fan Jing, “Fan, how do you usually get home after practice? Does your girlfriend drive to pick you up?”
Fan Jing shook his head.
The girl pressed on, “Are you still single, Fan?”
Fan Jing thought for a moment. He had never really been single, though his previous partner had disappeared somewhere.
Now, at least, he’d found someone. But that partner didn’t seem very responsible and hadn’t given him a clear status.
Still, whether or not the other gave him a title was their business; he recognized his own feelings.
Fan Jing said simply, “I have a partner.”
The girl’s face fell in disappointment.
Zheng Xuemei heard the conversation, eyes wide, and hurried over: “Fan has a partner?!”
Knowing Fan Jing’s personality, she rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually the truth.
It had only been a short while, and she urged Kang He to speed things up — looks like the guy was taken already!
Fan Jing gave a light hum and wanted to tell her about Kang He when his phone vibrated.
Kang He: At the garage. Should I come up to get you?
Fan Jing quickly replied: No need, I’m coming down now.
Fan Jing looked up at Zheng Xuemei: “It’s raining outside. Let me give you a ride, Sister Zheng.”
Zheng Xuemei was a bit hesitant to accept a ride but, shocked about Fan Jing’s relationship status, wanted to learn more, so she agreed.
She thought to herself that Kang He would surely regret it. Fan Jing had strong will before, and even after asking her twice, Kang He had been too busy. Good resources don’t wait.
Just as she was feeling regretful, the three arrived at the garage and heard a cheerful shout: “Here!”
The voice sounded familiar. Before she could look around, she saw the tall and upright Kang He running over with a silly grin.
“Hey, Sister Zheng?”
Kang He noticed Fan Jing and then realized there was someone else behind him.
Fan Jing said, “It’s raining. Let’s drop Sister Zheng off first.”
Kang He agreed cheerfully, “Of course.”
Zheng Xuemei looked at the two of them, eyes wide: “What’s going on with you two?”
Kang He glanced at Fan Jing, feeling a little embarrassed, and told Zheng Xuemei, “Exactly what you saw. Don’t worry, Sister Zheng, we definitely won’t skip out.”
Zheng Xuemei looked them both over: “You really are a couple.”
The two standing together looked more and more like a perfect match. Even if this was a free ride, it was worth it. And she barely had to do anything — it just happened.
The three got into the car, and Zheng Xuemei was delighted.
Sitting in the back, she said, “A new student just asked Fan about his personal life. When she heard he had a partner, she got all worried and thought Kang He didn’t stand a chance.”
Kang He’s heart tightened but hearing Fan Jing admit their relationship made him feel happy.
He turned to look at Fan Jing: “Really?”
“Just saying that.”
Fan Jing looked ahead at the wipers: “He’s not my partner.”
“!”
Kang He panicked: “How come not?!”
He wanted to say that he wouldn’t let him deny it after everything, but with Zheng Xuemei in the car, it wasn’t the place. He just nudged Fan Jing’s arm and whispered, “Didn’t we agree on last night?”
Zheng Xuemei covered her mouth, laughing, her eyes nearly curved into crescent moons.
Seeing Fan Jing silent, Kang He turned to Zheng Xuemei: “Sister Zheng, can you be our witness?”
“Alright, alright, we’ve all seen it. You two are definitely a couple!”
Zheng Xuemei smiled and said, “Our club is the place to get married — we guarantee there’s proof.”
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