A Walk-on Actor Who Wants to Be A Baker

Chapter 20: What are you driving at?

Translator: Flying Lines

When Fang walked out of the elevator and saw Lu Yanzhou, his first reaction was that thankfully he had put away the magazine on bed. Lu came here again unexpectedly.

Lu got bored with waiting for Fang. He was squatting beside a wall, playing on the phone. In the darkness, a slice of light shone upon his face. He looked aggrieved.

Fang went up, and poked at Lu’s chest with his finger, asking carefully, “Mr. Lu, are you drunk?”

Lu didn’t drink much that night; what’s more, he got quite a clear mind after ‘enjoying’ the cold wind all the way here. However, without knowing his own mentality, the moment Lu looked up to see Fang, he couldn’t help boasting, “Ah, it is certainly because I had to deal with the director Xu for you.”
Fang thought, “It sounds as if I have required to play the role.” Curling his lips, Fang planned to support him to come in for a sit.

Lu stood up, moving closer to Fang, and said indecently, “I have offended Ye Ran because of you. You have to repay me well tonight. You hear me?”

Being a soft-touch, Fang didn’t think of the logic in it, and asked, “Aren’t we going to a hotel?”

Making use of his own ability of telling lies, Lu replied, “I have to save money. You also know I don’t get along well with my family. So I might be driven away one day.”

While opening the door, Fang kept nagging, “There are many stars of our company living in this apartment building. It’s bad for your fame if you are seen by someone else.”

Lu didn’t care about it. He followed in as soon as the door was opened and pressed Fang against the door directly.

Lu had an advantage. He was considerate in sex matter, and didn’t only care about his own desire.

Fang leaned face against the door. With the front and the back of his body both ‘taken good care of’ by Lu, he felt comfortable and kept groaning with his ass uplifted on and on.

Lu was amused. He slowed down with his penis stuck at one point.

Not feeling contented, Fang felt blank. He turned his head, and rubbed his lips against Lu’s chin. But he moved back immediately as he was pricked by Lu’s beard.

Having found out his intention, Lu smiled and pressed Fang’s nose tip with his own, “You want to kiss me?”

Lu’s laughter was husky, and when his breath brushed across Fang’s face, Fang was melted. He nodded without any hesitation, and the next second, his lips were covered by Lu’s.

Closing his eyes, Fang felt comfortable at every pore of his body. It was actually so wonderful to make love, and kiss at the same time.

After sucking Fang’s lips for quite a while, Lu stopped and asked Fang breathlessly, “Why are your lips so soft?”

Having got confused by the kiss, Fang said without thinking, “Mr. Lu, yours are not hard either.”

Lu got angry immediately, “What are you driving at?!”

“…I…I didn’t mean it…Uh…”

Fang realized he seemed to have said something wrong. But it was too late. Lu pressed forward with his penis, and Fang couldn’t help screaming.

“Hard or not? Uh?” While asking, Lu sped up his moving. Fang couldn’t resist the stimulation, and even his voice sounded like crying. He had to beg for forgiveness on and on, “It’s hard. Yours is the hardest one…slow down…uh…”

From the living room to the bed, Fang was forced to shout many times of “You’re hard” before he was forgiven. Now, being so tired, Fang even couldn’t open his eyes. He felt in a daze Lu was still lying beside him.

Fang managed to ask with the last bit of strength, “Mr. Lu, have you called your diver to pick you up?”

Lu also got exhausted after drinking and strenuous love-making all night, so he turned his back to Fang, and said, “It’s too late. I will sleep here till morning.”

Fang opened his eyes in shock. Lu had never stayed for the night. He must have drunk too much.

Soon Lu let out even breathing sound, while Fang can’t fall asleep. Fang felt it strange to sleep in the same bed with his sugar daddy for the first time.

“Ye Ran…” Lu who was sleeping deeply murmured softly in dream.

So disgusting! Lu met with his old love in dream. Fang detested. Then he heard Lu murmur, “Ye Ran, don’t try to seduce me.”

… Fang thought, “Don’t overrate yourself. What a shame!”

The next day when Fang got up, Lu had left. Fang’s stomach was growling out of hunger. Rushing into the kitchen, he intended to eat the egg tarts brought back from his cake shop last night only to find an empty box.

Fang got annoyed. Looking at the pastry chippings in the box, Fang complained with hatred, “You made love with me and ate my egg tarts as well. Evil capitalist!”

Putting on his clothes, Fang was about to go out for eating when the door-bell rang. It was the assistant of Lu with a bag of steamed buns in hand, saying, “Lu sent me to bring you these.”

Fang took the steamed buns and sat at the table. The soup spilt with just one bite. He couldn’t help sighing in the heart, “Capitalist has his own advantages.”