Inaction Is Not An Option Chapter 4

"Ah!" Ethan Fang suddenly woke up and subconsciously touched his neck and felt a head.

The man pinched his neck with one hand and pressed his shoulder with the other. He buried his head in the side of his neck, sucking and licking, his teeth scraping across his skin, as if he wanted to eat him.

"Brother you... ugh!"

There was a sharp pain, as if his skin was pierced by teeth. Ethan Fang could clearly feel that the pervert was sucking his blood!

Fcuk Fcuk Fcuk!

"Zhou Chu, are you rabid? Let me go!"

"Fcuk you!"

"You're going to bite me to death!"

Ethan Fang screamed, and seeing that it didn't work, he began to gently stroke the man's head.

"Be good, stop biting, it hurts."

"Quchu, be obedient."

"Please, brother."

...

As he spoke further, he became more and more gnashing his teeth and tears welled up in his eyes.

Ethan Fang performed a monologue for a long time. He didn't know whether Zhou Chu had bitten him enough or his comforting had worked, but his teeth finally loosened. He could clearly feel that his body temperature was rising and his shivering was getting better.

Zhou Chu finally calmed down.

The retro clock downstairs rang with a "ding" sound.

One o'clock.

Ethan Fang struggled, trying to avoid the mad dog, but just as he pulled out one arm, it was hugged back.

The man's long arms and legs wrapped around him again, and he whispered in his ear: "Don't move, go to sleep."

Ethan Fang: ...Sleep for a few times, he's in so much pain!

Five minutes later, Ethan Fang slapped himself hard on the face and fell asleep like a pig.

When he woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning of the next day. Zhou Chu was sitting diagonally opposite Ethan Fang, holding a yellowed thread-bound book.

The pale golden sunlight softened the man's stern face. Hearing the movement on the bed, he only glanced at it briefly and then set his eyes on the book again.

Zhou Ershao did not show any embarrassed expression or explanation for his crazy behavior last night.

Ethan Fang's face turned cold, and just as he was about to get out of bed, he heard a knock on the door.

After Zhou's sudden response, Mrs. Chen walked in with a bowl of seafood porridge, looking straight ahead, "Second Master, breakfast is ready for Mr. Xu."

"Yeah." Zhou suddenly put down the book and took the bowl.

Ethan Fang was still angry and turned his head to look out the window.

Zhou suddenly put the bowl directly to his mouth, "You don't have hands? Hold it yourself."

The porridge is of just the right thickness, the scallops and dried shrimps are fresh, and it is garnished with chopped green onions. Just the smell makes you salivate.

Ethan Fang hesitated for a while, then raised his hand reluctantly, "Thank you."

Zhou Chu didn't even raise his eyelids, as if looking at him would make his eyes dirty. Mrs. Chen stood quietly by the side, her eyes repeatedly moving from Fang's neck, her brows furrowed.

When she looked away, Ethan Fang had finished drinking, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

He tilted his head to look at the mirror. Besides the obvious teeth marks on his neck, there was also a spot of red, ambiguously and ostentatiously exposed to the air.

The position is awkward and can't be covered even with buttoned shirt collar.

The shirt was stained with blood and could not be worn. He came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, his bare feet on the carpet, water rolling down his long calves.

Zhou suddenly raised his head and saw a piece of white flesh. To be fair, the young man's figure was not good. Although his lower abdomen was flat, there was no muscle line, not to mention chest muscles.

He closed the book. "What?"

"Lend me some clothes."

Ethan Fang pulled his hair with his hands, and in revenge, he let the water droplets splash onto Zhou Chu.

Zhou suddenly frowned, stood up and walked into the cloakroom, took out a set and threw it over.

"And underwear." Ethan Fang held the clothes and made other requests, "I want new ones."

Zhou Chu narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing, his patience already exhausted.

Ethan Fang: "If Second Young Master doesn't mind me wearing your pants, then I don't mind."

Zhou Su: ...

Ethan Fang finally put on the new underwear. The size was a bit large, which showed that Zhou Ershao’s penis was not small, and his B*tt should be quite perky.

He went downstairs satisfied.

Mrs. Chen was sitting in the kitchen picking vegetables. Ethan Fang approached her shamelessly and asked, "How often does Mr. Zhou come here?"

He was answered with a cold snort.

Ethan Fang continued, "I don't think the Second Young Master's health is so bad that he can't go out. Is he confined to the villa for some other reason?"

Mrs. Chen threw the frame away and said, "I don't know anything."

Ethan Fang pursed his lips and blinked in grievance, "Mrs. Chen, you spoke to me in a friendly way yesterday, but it's not like that. I was doing something, did I make you angry?"

Mrs. Chen stared at Ethan Fang for a long time, "Don't you know what's going on?"

It's not like Zhou's father had sent young men and women home before, so Chen's wife was used to it. But this time the young man had delicate features and clear eyes, and didn't look like someone who was trying to get close to others. But after what happened yesterday, she felt that she had been slapped in the face. This young man was just another vixen who was sent to seduce the second young master.

Pooh.

But despite the complaints, Mrs. Chen couldn't help but advise, "Young man, listen to what your aunt says and find a decent job. Even if life is a little tight, it's still stable. It's better than selling..."

It was hard to talk about the rest, so Ethan Fang continued, "Selling meat?"

Mrs. Chen looked embarrassed.

Ethan Fang smiled sincerely, "You think too much. I won't harm the Second Young Master. I really like him."

The original owner had been gay for more than 20 years, and it was impossible for him to change, so Ethan Fang could only continue to be gay. Anyway, he would run away after the plot was over and live his own carefree life.

Seeing that he was still stubborn, Mrs. Chen sneered and shut up.

Some people won't cry until they see the coffin. Those people before would beg to leave here, and this one will be no exception.

Ethan Fang got up and went to the garden to play with the dog. When lunch was ready, he brought it to the dining room for Mrs. Chen, then sat there waiting for Zhou Chu to come down to eat.

Zhou Chu looked better today than yesterday. Ethan Fang smiled like an old lady, putting food into his bowl and said, "Eat more, so you can stay healthy."

Looking at the pair of chopsticks stained with saliva, Zhou suddenly moved the bowl away and said, "Sorry, I think it's dirty."

Fang Zhuore was very upset and started to bring up the past. "Did you forget that you licked and sucked me last night? Oh, and you even bit me. I don't dislike you, so why do you dislike me?"

Zhou suddenly looked at his neck subconsciously, and a red mark appeared on his fair skin.

Ethan Fang then said: "Shouldn't you apologize to me?"

Zhou Su: "Sorry."

Ethan Fang didn't hear any apology. He lowered his head and ate his rice in big mouthfuls, treating each grain of rice as if it were a bowl of rice, chewing it up and swallowing it mouthful by mouthful.

Just as he was about to finish chewing, footsteps were heard in the hall.

The footsteps were getting faster and faster. A figure rushed in, grabbed the edge of the table and lifted it up hard. The food fell to the ground along with the overturned table top.

Ethan Fang dodged quickly, raised his eyebrows, and stood aside to continue chewing rice.

Zhou Cheng walked straight up to Zhou Cu and raised his fist to hit him, but when he met his abnormally dark eyes, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.

In order to save face, he kicked over the stool next to him.

"What the hell did you put on Dad!" The voice was so loud that it seemed to lift the roof off the house.

He just couldn't understand why he was bullied all day long when he played with a man, but this B@st@ard was eager to give the man away when he played with his father! What the hell!

Zhou suddenly stood up, he was half a head taller than Zhou Cheng, strong and tall, he looked extremely oppressive.

Zhou Cheng took a step back when he was stared at. "Why, do you still want to fight me?"

"Are you worthy?" Zhou Chu's eyes swept across Ethan Fang who was standing beside him, and he turned and walked upstairs.

Zhou Cheng got angry and chased after him, starting to spit out Sh!t and curse at him. Ethan Fang, a bystander, followed closely behind him, and just as he reached the second floor, he heard a painful groan.

Zhou Cheng was like a toy being strangled by the neck, with his legs hanging in the air and fixed to the wall. Because of the difficulty in breathing, his face and neck were red, and his eyeballs were about to bulge out.

Ethan Fang took two steps back in fear, then rushed over to grab Zhou Cu's hand, "Calm down, he's your brother."

This sentence became a catalyst. Zhou Chu did not let go but pushed harder. Seeing Zhou Cheng's face turning purple and about to die, Ethan Fang opened his mouth and bit down on the hand. Blood oozed out, fishy and sweet.

Zhou's arms suddenly stiffened and his five fingers loosened.

Zhou Cheng fell along the wall to the ground, gasping for breath.

Ethan Fang ignored him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yelled at Zhou Chu: "Are you crazy? You will go to jail even if you kill someone! You are only in your twenties, don't you want to live anymore?"

He was sure that Zhou Chu really wanted to kill Zhou Cheng just now. He wondered if this man had been locked up and became stupid, and even lost his most basic moral values.

In fact, Zhou Chu really didn't have any. The so-called morality and bottom line had long been ground into powder and blown away.

Zhou suddenly looked down at the bleeding tooth marks on his wrist, "I don't need your concern."

Haha, I only care about the mission.

"I care about you." He pursed his lips and explained, "If he died, I would also become a suspect."

Zhou Cheng got up from the ground, covered his neck and ran downstairs. His heart felt like a bowl of oil had been poured over it, and he was extremely anxious. He vaguely sensed that the beast in the cage seemed to be trying to break free.

If it weren’t for Xu Weilai, he would have been dead by now.

Thinking of Xu Weilai, Zhou Cheng stopped halfway. After all, someone saved his life, so it would be a cruel thing to just leave him alone.

He gritted his teeth, turned around, and grabbed Ethan Fang to escape together.

Ethan Fang wanted to stay but didn't want to leave, so he shook him off in a few steps. Zhou Cheng was anxious and didn't notice his emotions. He collapsed and held his head, "No wonder my father locked him up here, it turns out he has mania!"

Ethan Fang Mu Ran: "I still like him even if he has mania."

"...You have a strong taste." Zhou Cheng urged, "Tsk, are you coming with me or not?"