Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story Chapter 192 - Would I Have Been Able to Hook You If I Were Straight?

Chapter 192: Would I Have Been Able to Hook You If I Were Straight?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The more Fu Sichen hurried him, the more nervous Pei Zhen became. Eventually, he was so frustrated that he pulled up his zipper. “I’m not going to do it!”
“How could you not!”
Pei Zhen wanted out, but Fu Sichen didn’t allow it. He stood between Pei Zhen and the doorway, then pushed his young boyfriend back towards the urinal.
“What are you nervous about? We’re both men.”
Pei Zhen was red from his face down to his shoulder. “Bull! You’re not straight!”
Who knew what would happen when a gay man and a straight man were alone together.
“Would I have been able to hook you if I were straight?” Fu Sichen wouldn’t budge an inch no matter what Pei Zhen said. He walked around and held Pei Zhen from behind, unzipping Pei Zhen’s pants. “Here, I’m helping you.”
Pei Zhen almost died.
“Not coming out?” Fu Sichen’s lips brushed against Pei Zhen’s earlobes, causing a tingling and electrifying response. “Do I have to whistle?”
“No, no need.” Covering his eyes with the back of his hand, Pei Zhen relented, thinking it was totally pointless to struggle. He might as well do it. “Hold straight.”
That was the longest trip to the bathroom he’d ever taken, and also the most embarrassing.
Pei Zhen’s legs were almost giving way by the time he came out of the toilet. Fu Sichen even asked him if he’d like the favor returned. “I do feel bad that the help was one way.”
Pei Zhen immediately laughed coldly and raised his middle finger.
After taking his medicine and a nap, Pei Zhen seemed to have recovered somewhat from the cold. Recalling that he’d not finished with checking out Weibo the night before, he took out his mobile and started to browsing.
Most of the comments tended towards the denial of any special relationship between Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen, regarding the four letters ‘XHPZ’, there was even a conspiracy theory, where some wanted to decode each letter.
Pei Zhen snorted, and after some serious deliberation, he thought if he made a statement or posted a ‘Like’, he could still use the excuse of ‘brotherly love’ to get it past his parents. Suddenly he was quite smug again.
He posted a ‘Like’ for every comment that guessed ‘XH means like’. In under a quarter of an hour, expectedly, that surged to the top search again.
“Pei Pei posted a ‘Like’??!!”
“My hands are shaking; my hands are shaking.”
“That’s an exaggeration.”
Seeing the netizens debating about it, Pei Zhen felt quite satisfied. Tossing his mobile phone aside, he did some quick mental calculations before heading into the bathroom to wash up.
As expected, Fu Sichen was done in the bathroom.
Since Pei Zhen started coming over, an extra set of toiletries had appeared on the sink counter. The two men didn’t mind sharing the small space of the bathroom. The lazy Pei Zhen leaned against Fu Sichen as he brushed his teeth, and the next thing he knew, his face was covered with shaving foam as Fu Sichen leaned over to kiss him.
It was unbelievably adorable.
Fu Sichen was happy and content even when snubbed.
It was difficult to call an end to the washing up. Before making breakfast, Fu Sichen had passed a script to Pei Zhen. “Have a look.”
When Pei Zhen looked up, the first thing he saw was the red bean bracelet around Fu Sichen’s wrist. He turned a bright scarlet. “Your Daddy demands quite a high fee for working on films.”
“I’m aware.” Fu Sichen smiled. “When the time comes, I’ll hand over my film earnings to you for safekeeping.”
“B-but why?” Pei Zhen asked.
“Don’t men hand over their pay to their wives? This is the tradition in the Fu family.”
That wasn’t what Pei Zhen expected.
Not too keen to continue the conversation on film earning, Pei Zhen started to read the script. But on flipping the pages open, the familiarity made him want to hit someone.
It was that freaking bunch of cutest guy in class and cutest guy in school again. So it seemed that Fu SIchen had not yet given up the idea of acting in a gay-themed movie.
“I’m not acting in this,” Pei Zhen said indignantly, “Such a feeble role doesn’t suit me.”
“Oh.” Fu Sichen was calm, and like a magician, he whipped out a stack of another four or five scripts. Placing them before Pei Zhen, he said, “Take your pick. We’ll work hard together for the sake of all the gay people in the world.”
Speechless, Pei Zhen was infuriated.
Fu Sichen!
You’re toxic!