Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story

Very slim waist.

And a pert butt.

It resembled gelatin dessert, sweet and inviting.

Fu Sichen, who was standing behind Pei Zhen, didn’t verbalize all of that. When he placed his hand on Pei Zhen’s waist, the latter had immediately turned around to glare at him.

It was natural for Fu Sichen to lean forward slightly when he embraced someone. As Pei Zhen turned around, it closed the physical distance between them even further.

Gentle, soft and dry lips were brushing against his face—very lightly, very subtly, barely-there.

But Fu Sichen felt as though his heart was set on fire, burning him and parching his mouth and tongue, arousing and waking him inside.

“Good.” The photographer thought that they were just getting into their poses, and worked quickly. With every press of the shutter button, the ‘click’ froze moments between the two.

The international fashion magazine broke sales record; the latest issue of the magazine completely sold out.

But of course.

When two hot celebrities like Fu Sichen and Pei Zhen collaborated, how would sales not shoot through the roof? More importantly, the two of them, widely-rumored to be loggerheads, not only seemed to have crushed any such rumors, but the ambiguous chemistry between them stirred the imagination of everyone.

“Have you seen the latest copy of the international fashion magazine?!”

“I know! The key thing is the cover! Ahhhhh I’m going to pass out, they’re so dashing!”

“Am I the only one who didn’t manage to buy a copy? I saw the copy my friend bought. My god, I’m so envious!”

“Recall the latest issue of the international fashion magazine at a high price! My hubbies are too handsome, I’m still not able to close my legs…. Cry.”

“Be more civilized, let’s not pleasure ourselves… wanted! Asking for submission of Fu Sichen X Pei Zhen gay novel! Feel like having sweets, and even more like having meat!”

Once the couple fans started, they wouldn’t stop. They remarked that Daddy Pei finally found his match, someone who could manage him. The cover picture was a perfect show of Pei Zhen’s submissive position in the relationship.

“Utter rubbish!” Pei Zhen was infuriated and tossed a copy of the magazine that was in his hand. “Fu Sichen must have bribed the photographer!”

Pei Zhen couldn’t get his head around it. Fu Sichen was obviously behind him, so how did the picture turn out looking like Pei Zhen was the weaker of them?

“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry.” Xiao Nian quickly picked up the magazine sent by the publisher, looking regretful, he said, “Daddy, you know how much money this magazine can fetch in the gay circle at the moment? If you damage the cover, that’s money gone.”

Pei Zhen rolled his eyes.

“Now I know, you only care about money and don’t give a damn about me!” Pei Zhen replied.

Were his grievance and agony not obvious enough that his own manager could so easily accept that he was the weaker party?!

“Not really.” Xiao Nian blinked. “I also care about my wife.”

“Huh!” Pei Zhen couldn’t find the words to express his disgust.

Not able to get through to or confide in his manager, Pei Zhen logged into Weibo. Couple talk was everywhere. Pei Zhen was emotionally exhausted and closed his eyes, once again falling asleep.

They were in the mini-van.

The luxury mini-van was heading towards the most famous hotel in Dong Hai City. A new crew was holding a banquet to mark the start of their filming and, being the male lead, Pei Zhen was obligated to attend the event.

“Daddy, at least show your face. Have a drink or two then you can leave.”

That was what Xiao Nian said initially. Those words were used to educate the naturally lazy Pei Zhen who didn’t fancy social interactions.

The car was traveling smoothly. As Pei Zhen had rushed many assignments in recent days, he was tired and could fall asleep by just sitting down. By the time they arrived at the hotel, Pei Zhen was in a deep sleep, and Xiao Nian didn’t dare wake him up.

He was well aware of how sullen Pei Zhen could get when woken from his sleep.

But the banquet was starting, and it would be unbecoming if they went in late.

Knock knock.

Just as Xiao Nian was feeling stuck not knowing what to do next, someone knocked on the car window. It was Fu Sichen, standing outside, next to the car.

“What’s wrong?” Or more to the point, what was wrong with Pei Zhen?”