"You don't need to stop talking to spare my feelings. Brother Wu should speak what he wants," Meng Qian said with a shrug. He didn't care much about these things, in his mind, there was only room for his precious classical music.
What did it matter if he wasn't so rich now, as long as he could play the piano to his heart's content, Meng Qian would be happy.
Besides, what was the purpose of hiring a friend if he couldn't talk freely about what he wanted?
After dinner Meng Qian went to Fazioli's beautiful black grand piano, he caressed the piano like it was his most loving lover, he had a heated look and if he could he would kiss the piano, but he still had some qualms in front of strangers.
Wu Liang was sitting on a long royal blue sofa silently watching Meng Qian being lewd with a piano, he wanted so much to laugh, but he could only contain himself. It would be bad to embarrass this neat little shou too much.
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After passing the magnetic card to Meng Qian, young master Wu got up and said goodbye, he said he was going to sleep. "Brother Meng, Uncle Ya will come later, so he won't let you get exhausted training. Good night" Wu Liang's voice was very kind, and he had a beautiful smile, Meng Qian looked at this kind young man with a confused look. He couldn't deny that he was a little scared, would young master Wu come back with his words and force him to have sex. Of course, he had thought too much. A young man as protected and pure as Young Master Wu, he is a rarity in this chaotic, fallen world. "Good night, Brother Wu," Meng Qian said with a little warmth in his voice, but that little warmth was barely perceptible. Wu Liang left for his room and went to clean up for bed. That didn't take long, he was already in his black silk pajamas, adjusting the thermostat to make it a warmer environment since it was winter and the room was a little chilly.
When the man finished playing, Meng Qian felt lonely and wanted the other to play more for him. That's why he had spent part of the night listening to this performance and looking for more about the mysterious pianist in search of more brilliant performances. "This is my older brother," Young Master Wu said calmly, but he looked a little different, but Meng Qian didn't see the young master's change in attitude. He was so enchanted by the pianist that everything around him seemed to have paled. Meng Qian didn't realize that he had become a little too obsessive, but young master Wu noticed the other party's change in attitude and felt miserable. "Is he a professional pianist? Why have I never heard of him? Shouldn't he be famous at that level?" Meng Qian who was still immersed in the interpretation of the play by the younger master's older brother didn't realize how tense the young master Wu was. "He is not a professional pianist. This was a video I ask
Finally, the young master Wu came back to reality and wiped his tears, he looked away and was surprised to see Meng Qian who still had red eyes. Well, at least young master Wu thought Meng Qian hadn't slept well again and was looking irritated from lack of sleep. "Brother Meng, do you have any problems with insomnia?" Wu Liang asked gently, no longer showing his childish temper that he had shown earlier in the morning. The innocent and clear eyes looked at Meng Qian, who didn't understand how his heart became faster and the butterflies in his stomach came out of nowhere, he looked away. Ah, Wu Liang looked too handsome in Meng Qian's eyes at that moment, a mixture of a kind young man and an ancient soul, as he showed by playing the piano with such mastery. "No, I slept well. But I just woke up." Meng Qian said making an excuse to his eyes red with tears. "Good, I thought Brother Meng was feeling bad because I did earlier today," Wu Liang said
The next day was much quieter than Saturday. Young master Wu and Meng Qian went to a mall that could be considered popular. Each tier of the mall and the stores became more elite, but it was still incomparable to the High Society exclusive tailors and stylists that the Wu family is a part of. Of course, for young master Wu he wasn't interested in the clothes for himself, but in the absolutely normal environment full of ordinary people walking inside the North Mall. However, young master Wu was even more excited because he was buying clothes for Meng Qian, which was better than buying for himself, as he would just throw the clothes to his friend and watch him show himself. It was like having a little private fashion show. The shop assistants were thrilled to see a young man full of money coming into each store to buy a piece of clothing or more for his boyfriend. As homosexuality, free sexual and gender choices are something accepted in this society it was not
Young Master Wu was blinking a few times, the beauty really almost made him very stunned. "What happened? Why are you holding your neck? Did you get hurt?" young master Wu asked very innocently. "You..." Meng Qian got a little angry which caused his cheeks to turn pink. However, it was very embarrassing to say it out loud. What would he say? Was it you who bit me and sucked me leaving marks? Is it your fault for leaving marks on me? There was no way Meng Qian could say this out loud, so he just glared at the innocent young master Wu, who was still waiting for an answer from him. "Let me take a look," Wu Liang asked softly. He approached Meng Qian at some moment of the other's distraction, while the latter was silent. Meng Qian only felt the warm, large hand of a martial artist with light calluses on the fingers, that person held his wrist. Heat rushed over his skin and he felt a gentle electrical current run through his
Even in the rush to get home, it was inevitable that rationality would return to the two men once they were in the car. Although young master Wu constantly looked at Meng Qian, he could only stare without daring to come closer, as Rong Xun was in the car with them. High-tech cars allow cars to float in the air, as it is a technology based on the same premise as flying swords. Instead of gasoline or other fuel, spiritual stones are used, which are stones that artificially receive the generation of Qi. Stones after drying can be reused to store more, just as in cultivation novels, stones are divided by quality. Young Master Wu's car has seven seats, two in the front, and the other seats were in the middle, seats facing each other, with an advantageous suitcase at the end. Rong Xun was beside young master Wu, while Meng Qian was facing Wu Liang. Meng Qian might even agree to go to bed or flirt with young master Wu, but his skin was too thin to do that in front o
Warning: Contains light sex scenes. Wu Liang got up and stood behind Meng Qian leaving the young university student tense, what was young master Wu going to do? Would he kiss him again? Meng Qian was suddenly tense, he was looking forward to the kiss and at the same time he felt repelled by the approach that made him nervous, in the end, young master Wu didn't do much. “If you play this part faster it will be better… And this part with stronger touches gives the feeling of despair of the final part of the song…” Wu Liang started to say and played on the piano's white keys, his body was plastered to Meng Qian's back. The young university student felt the strong heartbeat of young master Wu. The warm breath in Meng Qian's ear made the young college student shiver and he felt the tips of his ears heat up, his firm hands shivered a little. "Brother Meng, do you understand?" Wu Liang asked when he didn't see Meng Qian react to his
The next day, Wu Liang got dressed early and was already eating breakfast when Meng Qian left his room ready to go to college. He wore his new clothes, a gray turtleneck shirt, and pale jeans, he took the simplest one so as not to draw the attention of his classmates. “Brother Meng, didn't you tell me how you want to go to university? Do you want the driver to take you there? Or do you want the driver to drop you off? Or do you want money for the taxi? Any other alternative transportation?" Wu Liang asked solicitously, watching as Meng Qian silently sat at the table. Meng Qian's eyes were focused on the food, he was showing a more difficult side to young master Wu. “Young Master Wu can decide,” Meng Qian said indifferently. Here was the young college student drawing a line between their relationship. "Then let's go in the car together," Wu Liang said, smiling happily as if he didn't notice anything different. Meng Qian gripped his cutlery tigh