Deep Desire

Chapter 12: Homophobia

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When Feng Si's WeChat message came in, Lu Jingshen had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When he saw the new message pop up, he stopped wiping his hair with a towel.

Sitting down beside the bed, Lu Jingshen slowly opened the chat interface, and there were only two words: "Asleep?"

He lowered his eyes and stared blankly for a moment, then saw the video request suddenly pop up and subconsciously clicked to reject it.

The second message came from the other end. Lu Jingshen hesitated for a moment and finally picked it up. Feng Si's frivolous and playboyish smiling face appeared on the screen. He seemed to be drunk, and behind him was the noisy and dim bar environment.

Lu Jingshen couldn't help but frown and wanted to hang up immediately, but Feng Si said "Don't hang up" and turned to the people outside the screen and said in English: "Did you see? I'm not lying to you, this is my boyfriend."

Then came the woman's dissatisfied complaint with a mixture of anger and smile. Feng Si chuckled softly. The screen of his phone shook, and when his face appeared on the screen again, the person had already walked out of the bar.

Lu Jingshen looked at him coldly. Feng Si loosened the collar of his shirt, looking even more unrestrained. His low voice was a little drunken: "Are you angry?"

"It's your brother," he explained lazily as he walked towards the hotel. "I came here to have a midnight snack with them and went to the bar for a drink. In the end, they ran away, leaving me alone to deal with those difficult ladies. I had no choice but to ask you, Mr. Lu, for help. Anyway, they don't know you."

Lu Jingshen was unmoved: "Are you done?"

"Don't hang up so quickly," Feng Si stopped him in a long voice. "Mr. Lu, your brothers are quite interesting. They spent the whole night investigating my family background and past relationships, asking everything. What do they want to do?"

Lu Jingshen said coldly: "You don't have to say it."

"Of course I won't tell them," Feng Si blinked gently, "unless you ask me in person, Mr. Lu."

Lu Jing frowned and didn't respond.

Feng Si didn't care: "Then let me ask you, Mr. Lu, your brother said you are homophobic, is it true?"

The person on the screen looked mischievous, and Lu Jingshen's expression darkened even more.

Feng Si laughed softly: "Homophobia, I see. Fine, let's just take it as that."

His laughter penetrated the radio waves and hit Lu Jingshen's eardrum lightly. This man was probably really drunk. His eyes were a little blurry and he stared at him through the phone screen.

Lu Jingshen felt a little dry in the mouth when he was looked at by him. Feng Si had already returned to the hotel and entered the room. When he closed the door, his low and hoarse voice became more ambiguous: "Alex, did you just take a shower?"

Lu Jingshen was wrapped in a bathrobe, his hair was half dry, and his handsome face had a charming and seductive look after the steaming hot water, although he himself was unaware of it.

He still didn't say anything and never pressed the red hang-up button.

Feng Si walked into the bathroom and began to take off his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt one by one. His large exposed chest could be seen in the camera. Lu Jingshen looked at him, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously, and he heard someone calling his name over there.

"Alex, it's one in the morning here."

At one o'clock in the morning, they watched the stars together in the uninhabited African desert, used the hood of a car as a seat, and cuddled together.