Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story Chapter 141 - Two Men, Isn’t It Provocative?

Chapter 141: Two Men, Isn’t It Provocative?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When it came to Pei Zhen, Fu Sichen had no shame.
There was no limit to his shamelessness.
Pei Zhen walked towards the restroom with Fu Sichen following close behind. The latter’s insistence made Pei Zhen roll his eyes.
“You find it meaningful following me like this?”
“Yes.” Fu Sichen blinked, turning his lips up into a slight smile. “No matter what Pei Pei does I’d find it adorable.”
Pei Zhen, who needed to empty his bladder, was speechless. Was there something wrong with Fu Sichen?!
Not able to ignore Fu Sichen any further, Pei Zhen pivoted around to change his direction. However, Fu Sichen blocked him and pushed him into the restroom.
“Controlling your bladder is not good for your health, or are you waiting for me to help hold you as you pee?”
It appeared that Fu Sichen had a special interest in the topic. Before Pei Zhen could say anything more, Best Actor Fu’s gaze on Pei Zhen was easing downwards.
Trouble was brewing.
“Hey!” Even the normally haughty and arrogant Pei Zhen was embarrassed. He felt his face heating up. “Perverse,” he muttered as he turned around and stretched out his hands.
“We’re both men. I have whatever you have.” Fu Sichen reminded Pei Zhen of the recent past. “When you were in a coma, I was the one who bathed you.”
Indeed.
That, Pei Zhen—the cat with the human soul—saw it clearly with his own eyes.
Having it brought up, Pei Zhen couldn’t decide if he should be aggrieved or ashamed. He stammered and stomped into the toilet helplessly.
“Fine! Look if you want!”
Fu Sichen was right. Since they were both men, if he were to make a fuss, it would seem as if something was wrong.
Pei Zhen felt that he had nothing to hide.
Just as he reached down for his zipper, he heard footsteps coming from outside. At the same time, there was an ambiguous exchange of words.
“No, let’s not do it here.”
“Don’t worry, they’re all in the banquet hall, no one’s here.”
Before Pei Zhen realized what the two men were talking about, Fu Sichen shoved him into the corner stall.
Fu Sichen moved incredibly quickly—a push, shutting of the door, securing of the lock, all in under a breath.
Pei Zhen didn’t know how he did it—how he moved so quickly and silently.
Fu Sichen cupped his hand over Pei Zhen’s mouth, and the latter tried to retaliate and twisted his body. However, the grip on him from behind tightened.
“Shhhh…”
The throbbing heat spread—Pei Zhen’s back was pressed up against Fu Sichen’s chest. There was a burning sensation where their bodies were in contact, causing a numbing sensation.
That was too close.
If it were someone else, whether Xiao Nian or whoever, they would never cause Pei Zhen to react that way—it was only when it came to Fu Sichen that his heart would move as though it was a life force brought on by the tenderness of the Spring breeze.
The couple approaching the restroom entered.
There was some shuffling and fumbling before the two made their way into the next stall. The sound of them kissing grew louder and more ambiguous, then came the heaving and soft low moaning.
Pei Zhen was at a loss for words.
A notion surfaced in his mind, and Pei Zhen turned around to look at Fu Sichen, his eyes questioning what he suspected.
“Yes, it’s what you’re thinking.”
Fu Sichen was barely audible, his whisper was hoarse, and there was a certain sexual appeal about it. The good looking man turned his lips slightly upwards into a dazzling smile. “Two men, isn’t it provocative?”
Pei Zhen wanted to protest the idea, but before he could even speak, Fu Sichen lowered his head, his cheek brushing against Pei Zhen’s. “Pei Pei, you’re blushing.”
By that point, all words had escaped Pei Zhen.