Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

The Chinese Valentine’s evening was a night of romance and ambiguous affairs, yet Fu Sichen was completely exhausted.

To be dreaming of having become Best Actor, Fu Sichen wondered just how much resentment his young boyfriend had harbored over time.

Fu Sichen was emotionally drained and said, “You didn’t get the Best Actor award.” His young boyfriend turned sullen and plonked himself down on the bed, kicking up a tantrum.

“Life is meaningless. What’s the point of living if I don’t become Best Actor? Boo hoo.”

Fu Sichen had never seen that side of Pei Zhen. It was very adorable, no doubt, but it also spoiled his plans for the night, which was terribly annoying.

“Fine, fine. You’re Best Actor.” Fu Sichen’s words were careless and half-hearted as he started to remove Pei Zhen’s shirt. “Best Actor, we have to go to bed now.”

“No!” ‘Best Actor’ Pei resisted Fu Sichen’s attempt aggressively by clutching at his own collar with one hand. “I don’t accept unwritten rules! I earned the award through my own capability!”

Fu Sichen was stumped.

Seriously.

He only wanted to have sex, why was it proving to be so difficult?!

“There are no unwritten rules disadvantaging you.” Fu Sichen tried to comfort Pei Zhen through gritted teeth. “You defeated Fu Sichen through your own capability, and you’re the true Best Actor.”

The little drunk was still not satisfied after Fu Sichen sang his praises, and his expression darkened. “Since when did you have the right to speak of Fu Sichen. My Big Brother Sichen is the best in the world!”

Fine. Only Pei Zhen could criticize Fu Sichen. All others, not even Fu Sichen himself, had the right to speak ill of Fu Sichen.

Fu Sichen was all at once happy and speechless. The emotions were complex. Finally, after considerable efforts to pacify the drunk, the latter fell asleep immediately and even started to snore quietly.

… How infuriating!

After a back-breaking evening, Fu Sichen thought that he might as well take a shower the next morning instead. When he awoke the next day and opened his eyes, he found Pei Zhen gazing back at him.

Little Brat Pei looked rather guilty and even turned quite red when he looked at Fu Sichen. “You’re awake.”

‘Yes.” Fu Sichen grunted without much expression on his face. The fact that he hadn’t been satisfied was causing him some unhappiness. His voice was hoarse, and he said, “Thirsty.”

“Okay, okay.” Little Brat Pei, who normally acted like a prince who never lifted a finger, was suddenly considerate. He turned over and got out of bed to pour a glass of water for Fu Sichen. He even sipped it for temperature before passing the glass to his boyfriend. “It’s warm, good for you.”

Fu Sichen could only assume that his young boyfriend was feeling bad about getting all drunk the night before, and his expression lightened slightly. He took a sip from the glass and asked, “What about you? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” Pei Zhen said after a moment of internal concentration. He was even a little smug. “I can skip and jump—very alive. I’m more concerned about you.”

Fu Sichen frowned. “What?”

“Was it painful for you?”

The scene that greeted Pei Zhen when he opened his eyes was a disheveled Fu Sichen. In addition, their jackets were strewn on the floor, among handfuls of tissue paper all over. It was a very suggestive scene that left much to the imagination.

At first, Pei Zhen wondered if he had been taken advantage of. He was going to throttle Fu Sichen, but a quick self-check showed that nothing of that sort could have happened.

However, it didn’t look the same for Fu Sichen.

He looked tired—even exhausted.

Pei Zhen couldn’t for his life recall anything about the night before but did spin an imaginative earth-shattering account of how he topped Fu Sichen.

“It was my first time, and maybe my technique wasn’t up to standard.” Although those words sounded like what a guilty person would have said, there was no way one could miss the smug undertone. “But don’t worry. I guarantee vast improvement on the second try, and I won’t let you be hurt again.”

Finally, understanding what his young boyfriend was feeling guilty over, Fu Sichen’s expression was suddenly dark like an impending storm. With a crackle he crushed the paper cup he was holding.

“Pei! Zhen!”