Hua Long followed Gu Lang discreetly, not daring to be too conspicuous, for fear of provoking Gu Lang's displeasure.

Seeing that Gu Lang turned around the corner, Hua Long, being cautious, waited for a moment at the corner. He didn't move until Gu Lang's footsteps gradually faded, and then he followed.

Little did he know that before he could turn the corner, a hand forcefully grabbed him and then roughly pushed him against the wall.

"What are you following me for?"

Gu Lang's expression was cold, as he asked in a chilly tone about the person he had caught.

When Hualong's gaze focused on Gu Lang's face, he opened his mouth in surprise. He couldn't believe that he could have a face-to-face conversation with Gu Lang, so close that he only needed to lean forward slightly to kiss the lips of this male god.

The male god was so close, and at this moment, Hua Long felt as if his good fortune was about to soar. He didn't feel indignant at all for being roughly pushed down; instead, he was flushed all over by Gu Lang's rough actions.

He enjoyed being treated like this by Gu Lang, feeling extremely happy both physically and mentally.

Gu Lang furrowed his brows. He hadn't expected his question to be met with silence, as if his words had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Hua Long did not answer him.

Because at this moment, Hua Long was only focused on staring at Gu Lang's mouth intently. The breaths he took carried a faint, cold fragrance, which was exhaled by the male god himself, making Hua Long intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, with no care for anything else.

"What are you following me for?"

Gu Lang, having rare patience, asked again while exerting a little pressure with his hand on Hua Long's shoulder.

Hua Long felt himself almost being squeezed soft by Gu Lang's hand, his heart pounding as if it was about to jump out. He raised his head slightly and looked at Gu Lang, who was gazing at him with a calm expression in his eyes. There was even a hint of fear in Hua Long's gaze, unable to meet the clear and cold eyes of the other. Who knows what was going on in his mind at this moment?

"I... I came... to thank you." Hua Long stuttered and made up a reason.

"Thank me?"

Gu Lang raised an eyebrow. What kind of nonsense is this pervert up to again?

"Thank you for helping out last time..."

Hua Long's face blushed slightly as he shyly lowered his head. He was sincerely grateful to Gu Lang for being willing to help him back then. If it weren't for Gu Lang delaying the time, he probably wouldn't have been able to wait for Lin Lan to come and save him.

"No need," he said.

Gu Lang let go of his hand that was holding onto Hua Long's shoulder, no longer intending to continue entangling with him.

When Huolong saw Gu Lang let go of himself, he felt a sense of regret in his heart. Why didn't he touch him more? Actually, he could do whatever he wanted!

"Mr. Gu...Mr. Gu, hello, my name is Hua Long. The single rose I gave you today, I hope it makes you happy, I hope you like it..."

Hua Long took an excited step forward. He wanted to seize the opportunity to introduce himself to Gu Lang. He hoped to make Gu Lang get to know him sooner, at least not leaving a nameless "someone" in Gu Lang's heart.

"Do you need something?"

Gu Lang coldly and distantly took a step back, as he disliked getting too close to strangers.

"I would like to invite you..." to have a meal.

Hua Long summoned up his courage and gazed at Gu Lang, who was shining brightly under the lamplight. His eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of admiration.

The expression of obsession on Hua Long's face was not unfamiliar to Gu Lang. He had seen it before on the faces of those women who admired him.

He gave the black-clad Hualong in front of him a strange look. So, it turns out that the reason this pervert always follows him is because he likes him?

Huh? Like?

"I refuse."

Gu Lang was also not interested in wasting time with Hua Long. He straightforwardly rejected the words that Hua Long hadn't even said yet, and then he planned to turn around and leave.

"Mr. Gu..."

Huā lóng kě lián xī xī de kàn zhe yǐ jīng jù jué tā de Gù Láng, hái xiǎng chū shēng wǎn liú yī xià nán shén, Gù Láng biàn yǒu xiē bù nài fán de duǒ le duǒ jiǎo.

Hearing the sound of Gu Lang's leather shoes hitting the floor, Hua Long immediately fell silent, no longer daring to speak.

In the eyes of Hua Longyan, Gu Lang's stomping action undoubtedly carried a warning. He couldn't resist Gu Lang and could only obediently comply.

Gu Lang saw Hua Long suddenly become well-behaved, no longer saying anything. He just lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake and kept staring at his own toes, not daring to speak thoughtlessly.

"Very well."

Gu Lang was very satisfied with Hua Long's performance. He actually found the obedient look of a man quite pleasing to the eye, and then he turned and walked towards the direction of the restroom.

Hua Long glanced shyly at Gu Lang's hand resting by his side, while keeping his head lowered. He secretly lifted his hand and touched his own shoulder, which had just been firmly pressed by Gu Lang.

Through the clothing, Gu Lang could feel the heat emanating from his skin, as if a deep mark had been branded on his shoulder. This mark was imprinted in his bones, unable to be erased. It only strengthened Hua Long's determination to have Gu Lang.

As Gu Lang did not give any orders to Hua Long, naturally, Hua Long did not stop there. He immediately followed Gu Lang's footsteps.

Gu Lang entered the restroom and walked over to a clean urinal. He unzipped his pants, preparing to take care of his physiological needs.

Hua Long had just walked in when he saw Gu Lang pulling out his big bird. He paused for a moment, feeling a sense of familiarity with this scene, as if it was the same situation when they first met.

Gu Lang heard footsteps, but he didn't pay much attention. After all, it was the restroom, where many people came and went.

After Gu Lang resolved the personal issue, he instinctively reached out to grab a tissue for wiping, only to realize that this place was not his private space, so naturally there were no spare supplies.

Flower Dragon could tell from Gu Lang's actions what the male god wanted to do. He took out two pieces of tissue paper from the tissue box on the sink and walked over to Gu Lang, handing them over.

Gu Lang saw someone reaching out a helping hand beside him. He quickly took the tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, then straightened his clothes. After finishing, he lifted his head and wanted to say thank you to the person who came.

However, when he looked up and saw Hualong's face, Gu Lang was slightly taken aback. He didn't expect Hualong to follow him even after he rejected him. Moreover, just now...

He suddenly thought of that day, the provocative gesture Flower Long made to himself in the mirror. No matter how hard he tried, Gu Lang couldn't bring himself to say those words of thanks.

The man before her harbored peculiar fantasies about her. Gu Lang believed that it would be better to end things sooner rather than later. Since she had already rejected him, there was no need to give him another chance.

Gu Lang glanced past Hua Long without saying a word, and indifferently walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Even though Hua Long was being ignored by Gu Lang Mo, he could only focus on every single movement that Gu Lang made, unwilling to let go of any opportunity to watch his idol.

Gu Lang coldly glared at Hua Long through the mirror, while the latter stared back at him silently. After washing his hands, Gu Lang took out two tissues and bowed his head to continue wiping his hands.

The soft warm light on the washbasin shone on Gu Lang, illuminating his slender and flawless fingers. He carefully washed his fingers, and the motion of him taking out a tissue to wipe his fingers was observed by Hua Long. Every single action seemed like a lover's teasing, causing an immediate response from Hua Long.

For someone like Hualong, who has late-stage cancer in his hands, just watching those graceful hands move in front of his own eyes is like setting himself on fire. In an instant, he can be ignited by them. Hualong's whole body is thrilled and trembling because of Gou Lang, and the places where Gou Lang touched him are now faintly heated.

Hua Long was feeling extremely uncomfortable, trembling all over, desperately longing for Gu Lang's mercy. He no longer cared about anything else.

"Um..."

Hua Long stumbled and walked unsteadily towards the direction where Gu Lang was standing near the washbasin. One hand tightly clutched their chest, their face flushed abnormally, with slightly parted red lips.

"Mr. Gu... My chest... feels tight and painful, please save me..."