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

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

Chen Qiu's obsession was so deep that he placed Meng Qian on an unreachable pedestal for himself and others. No one could desecrate his object of worship, neither himself nor others. Chen Qiu amazed many possible suitors and friends of Meng Qian, as Meng Qian is a bit introverted he didn't realize any of this, he just focused on his studies and on the piano. Meng Qian only realized Chen Qiu's existence because of his fame at the university and he always seemed kind on the surface helping him with his written assignments and presentations. Of course, in Meng Qian's mind, he was just a kind and helpful senior, but he never hinted that he wanted that kind of help or that he needed the other person. Even if he knew Chen Qiu's thoughts he probably wouldn't understand very well or worse wouldn't accept this kind of "help". “How have you been, Junior Meng? Are you still working at that restaurant? Do they treat you well?” Chen Qiu asked like a good senior co

+18 Contains sex scenes/sexual innuendo Saturday was a little colder, young master Wu was already exercising on the balcony, when Meng Qian rolled over in bed sleepy, he had spent a lot of time rehearsing until dawn when one of the security guards switched shifts scaring the guest he had never seen that person. A little scared and realizing the time he went to sleep. Meng Qian lazily woke up from 10 o'clock in the morning and walked out in his warm pajamas to the living room, he looked like a ghost with messy hair and slightly closed eyes. Wu Liang had already finished the exercises and was now taking the weekly medicine, in addition to being in the room being evaluated by the doctor, Uncle Ya was beside the two men with a worried look. Just like that for Meng Qian to come out of his stupor, despite the situation, young master Wu greeted him warmly as if the doctor beside him was no big deal. “It's just a rout

The rest of the morning Wu Liang stayed in his room “studying” while Meng Qian practiced piano in the living room, on Monday he would have a test with one of his Baroque music teachers, in this case he was studying some Bach pieces. It was just a test and not a definitive proof, but it would define how the teacher would treat Meng Qian's talent in the future. At Wu Liang's insistence he drank a glass of milk and ate a cereal bar, his stomach was full of imaginary butterflies, and he didn't have much of an appetite. Meng Qian felt very inspired, perhaps it was because... Cough... Cough... his desires were relieved, when he thought of the earlier moments in the morning his fingers trembled, and he missed a note, which made him Standing rigid for a moment, taking a few breaths to clear his mind, he went back to rehearsing once more. “Are you really going to play lucky roulette?” Xiao Yao asked, sitting next to Yu Liang in the system world. Wu Liang's bod