Riverbay

Chapter 20

CHANG JINXING FELT like an object. No one understood how it felt to be objectified better than him. His wealthy female clients may have called him a photographer, but in their eyes, he was nothing more than a tripod with an automatic shooting function.

He was relegated to the lowest-class cabin, where he shared a quad room with two other male servants. He slept on an upper bunk, and the lower bunk was piled high with daily necessities. Of course, in essence, he was himself one of those supplies.

They made him work twelve hours a day. There was a quick breakfast at 9:00 a.m., and by 10:00, he was expected to be waiting outside the client’s bedroom. Then he followed the girls and their boyfriends around, snapping photos. The day went on like this, broken up by only occasional breaks, until 10:00 p.m.

“Hey! Snap a pic over here!” That was how most of them addressed him. No one cared what his name was. The nicer ones called him “photographer” or just “bro.” The less polite ones called him “cameraman.” Most of the time, they called him “hey” or “oi.” Honestly, it didn’t make much difference what they called him; to his ears, it all sounded like, “That camera over there! C’mere!”

The Adonis-like face that Chang Jinxing was so proud of provided no advantage. Everyone on the cruise was gorgeous, men and women alike. Their eyelashes glittered with the sparkle of money, and their hearty laughter tinkled like gold coins scattered on the floor.

The people he served fell into two categories: the main clients, and their companions. The clients included men and women; most of the girls were fair-skinned, wealthy, and beautiful, and the guys were all scions of rich families.

The companions were a more diverse group. The men were young talents from securities firms or investment banks trying to curry favor with the girls’ fathers or brothers, university classmates hoping to marry into wealth and skip thirty or forty years of hard toil, or small business owners masquerading as rich men who were actually on the brink of financial ruin.

The women were mostly escorts and pretty Z-list actresses hoping to catch a break.

Every male companion was meticulously groomed. Masculine, handsome, and charming, they swirled their wine glasses in one hand while they held their girlfriends close with the other, whispering sweet nothings into their ears. Most seemed to have had good upbringings, and they came across as refined and cultured in front of those they were trying to ingratiate themselves with. The female companions were impeccably made up, considerate women with high emotional intelligence.

But the moment they turned to the waiters, cleaners, and other “objects,” they showed their true colors. Cries of “hey,” “oi,” and “you there” filled the air, as if the servants were just stray mops or dirty plates that they wanted to kick away into the sea.

Squeezed among these gentlemen in suits, Chang Jinxing was, at best, a piece of equipment that was slightly more pleasing to the eye. His trendy outfit looked out of place against the servants’ uniforms and the clients’ custom-tailored suits, and the force of his presence was practically nil. He’d landed this gig thanks to a recommendation from a wealthy woman who had used his boyfriend-rental service, but the job was clearly beyond his capabilities. His photography still couldn’t hold a candle to the work of real photographers. Most of the time he relied on coaxing and flattering, with a healthy dose of flirtation, to get the job done.

Now, as the group’s photographer, he fielded constant criticism and nitpicking. Each day, he shot a never-ending stream of photos, shadowing clients during the day and editing selected photos in the middle of the night. Then he was woken early the next morning to repeat the process.

The four-day, three-night tour left him drained and exhausted. Every time he felt an urge to swing his camera at the tourists like a meteor hammer, he silently repeated his mantra: ¥20,000, ¥20,000, just think of the ¥20,000.

When he accepted the job, he hoped that a spark might ignite between him and someone else on the romantic cruise, male or female. He imagined that he might even be able to swing a memorable encounter.

Now he was forced to face the facts: He had overestimated himself. The moment he boarded the ship, he’d transformed into a tripod. Nobody on the cruise, no matter how ravenous, would sleep with a tripod.

On the last day, Chang Jinxing was on one side of the deck, deleting photos on his camera, when he suddenly heard voices.

“No way, man!” one male voice said. “I thought you’d already slept with her a few times!”

“Nope,” said a slightly younger male voice. “I can’t do it. When I think about having to…I go soft. Oh well, whatever.”

“Just close your eyes and get it over with. How ’bout I give you a couple pills?”

Chang Jinxing recognized the voices as belonging to two men from the group he was following around and photographing. The one who said he couldn’t get it up seemed to be an actor, and the other was an investor.

Chang Jinxing rarely paid much attention to what the clients talked about;

he was too exhausted to care about gossip, and if he got distracted, he’d be scolded.

“She likes your type,” the investor continued. The two of them were out on the deck, smoking. “She’s dated a few guys before, all gay. Some were even bottoms. She really likes your type, so you should seize the opportunity.”

“I’ll try again,” the young man said.

They put out their cigarettes and left the deck. Chang Jinxing turned around and moved to the far side of the ship. Curious, he stole a glance at them as they departed. As he did so, the young guy turned back, and their eyes met. Chang Jinxing quickly averted his gaze, afraid they would realize he’d been eavesdropping. He wondered about the girl they were talking about: Who was she, and what was the relationship between them?

Later, during afternoon tea, he noticed the young man and his girlfriend and roughly put the pieces together. The actor, Kong Yu, had been introduced to the group by the investor. His girlfriend, who had a mature air to her and wore an expensive haute couture gown, was named Xixi. The group had cliques, and they were all chatting away in pairs and trios. Chang Jinxing’s first impression of Xixi was that of an innocent young woman, one with whom he might actually stand a chance. From what he’d overheard, however, she wasn’t someone he could tame. He made the prudent decision to keep his distance from her.

“Hey bro,” Kong Yu called out. “Can you help me take a few photos?”

Chang Jinxing nodded and found a spot with good lighting. Kong Yu sat at the place where they’d had afternoon tea and posed for photos before the floor-to-ceiling window. “No influencer-style pics,” Kong Yu reminded him.

“I know,” Chang Jinxing replied, even as he thought, But you are an influencer. Don’t forget where you came from.

Over the past few days, he had learned to take more photos of his clients and fewer of their companions. The clients were the ones paying him, the companions mere tools they brought along for emotional value.

Chang Jinxing thought of it like this: They were all tools, so why make things hard for each other?

As a tool photographing another tool, Chang Jinxing did his best to make him look good.

When no one else was around, Kong Yu said, “Let’s exchange contact info. Send me the photos later.”

Chang Jinxing added Kong Yu as his contact, but he had absolutely no desire to sleep with him. He was exhausted, for one thing, and for another, Kong Yu wouldn’t be interested in him. He hadn’t realized it before, when he was still deep in the game, but being on the outside looking in gave him a new perspective, and he gradually understood that he’d been a bottom-shelf version of Kong Yu all along: getting by in life by social climbing.

Lots of people survived by leaning on their connections to people above them on the social ladder. There was nothing wrong with it, and being able to achieve success that way was a skill in and of itself. Chang Jinxing didn’t judge anyone who lived that lifestyle, but he had decided not to live it himself anymore. He wouldn’t go back.

The cruise drew to a close, and Chang Jinxing wanted to talk to someone. When he greeted his roommates over text, Zheng Weize was the most responsive, so Chang Jinxing showed him a few photos from the cruise. Zheng Weize’s comments on the photos belied his envy; he felt inferior, like Chang Jinxing lived in an entirely different world from him.

Chang Jinxing, realizing he’d gone too far with his bragging, had to comfort Zheng Weize by making up a story about tagging along with a group of old folks to take seascape photos.

When he showed the photos to Zhang Yuwen, Zhang Yuwen already knew what he’d been up to. He was unmoved, however, having always found cruise parties boring. Engaging escorts’ services on a ship was no different from bringing call girls or rent boys on a joyride. It was all the same old thing: drinking and sunbathing by day, drinking and having sex by night. He preferred to just play video games at home.

Then Chang Jinxing texted the photos to Yan Jun, who was always busy caring for his daughter. Everyone experienced life’s highs and lows differently, and Yan Jun just asked: How much per night? Must be expensive, right?

Dunno, Chang Jinxing replied, probs tens of thousands.

Chang Jinxing sent the photos to Chen Hong next. So many rich ppl in the world. U think they hv a net worth of billions?

Chen Hong had been on a trip like this before. His rich boyfriend once took him on a cruise, where Chen Hong was just one of the many escorts they brought along, so he had a rough idea of how much it would cost. He replied, Nah, not that much. These peeps only booked 2 floors. If they were seriously rich theyd book the entire ship.

That made sense to Chang Jinxing, who followed up by asking Chen Hong what he was doing. The answer: weeding the backyard of his childhood home back in his hometown.

Where u getting off? Chen Hong asked.

Lion Sands, Chang Jinxing replied. Getting off tmrw. Gonna take the train back to Jiangdong City. U?

Wanna come to my house? Just get off at Lanqiu County. We can head back to Jiangdong 2gether.

Chang Jinxing hadn’t expected Chen Hong to invite him to his hometown. He couldn’t be interested in Chang Jinxing, could he? From their usual interactions, it didn’t seem like it. Chen Hong behaved just like any other roommate. He wasn’t even as close to Chang Jinxing as he was to Zhang Yuwen.

It was on the way, though, so Chang Jinxing was fine with paying him a visit.

 The next day, he sent several photos in a zip file to the email listed on Kong Yu’s personal website, then packed up his stuff and disembarked.

The domestic servant handed him an envelope containing his payment, plus a little extra as a tip, but they’d also deducted the cost of the five cups of coffee he had on board, each at precisely ¥60, and the three pieces of clothing he had laundered using room service, ¥160 apiece. It almost drove Chang Jinxing mad with anger. He had made a tidy sum of money, but he could tell from their attitude that they weren’t satisfied with him. Chang Jinxing didn’t like having his self-esteem trampled on, and he swore never to take a cruise job again.

He disembarked with a group of tourists to a dock full of waiting cars, where he sorted out the few pieces of luggage he had and bought a train ticket. The din inside the train and the homely, vibrant winter scenery outside quickly brought him back to reality. He was back in his own world.

When Chang Jinxing arrived at Lanqiu, Chen Hong was waiting on the train platform with two motorcycle helmets. The sight of Chang Jinxing’s exhausted face startled him. “Wow, how long did they spend milking you?”

Laughing, Chang Jinxing gave him a playful punch. He took the helmet and rode pillion on Chen Hong’s motorcycle through the cold wind to his house.

Chen Hong’s family lived in the urban district, where they ran a printing shop that also offered simple advertising design services, helping nearby businesses make flyers. Occasionally, they produced blueprints for a few partner organizations. The shop faced the street, and the back side of the building served as their living quarters. The house was saturated with the smell of ink.

Chen Hong’s parents were delighted to see that Chen Hong had a friend over. They were an older couple, already in their sixties, but they still worked hard in the shop every day. Chen Hong dropped off Chang Jinxing, then went to buy some ready-made food to prepare for the meal.

“I can do the cooking,” Chang Jinxing offered.

“No, no, no.” Chen Hong tied an apron around his waist. “You’re a guest! We can’t let you cook!”

Chang Jinxing was planted in the guest seat. The whole family treated him warmly. Chen Hong had a twenty-six-year-old younger sister who had been helping out in the shop since she graduated. Curious about Chang Jinxing, she peppered him with questions about everything from how he met Chen Hong to what he did for a living and whether he was a member of Chen Hong’s gym. Chen Hong coughed and shot Chang Jinxing a warning glance, reminding him not to out him or get any ideas about his sister.

Chang Jinxing understood him, of course. In truth, he was dead tired, and all he could think of was sleep. When night came, Chen Hong laid out the bedding so Chang Jinxing could sleep in his room. They shared a bed surrounded by stacks of papers of varying sizes, Chen Hong’s dumbbells, yoga mats, and so on.

“Why are there so few people in Lanqiu?” Chang Jinxing asked.

“They all went to work in the big cities. A lot of the young people have left. There are lots of old folks left behind, and the local economy can’t develop.” Chen Hong sighed. He’d once harbored a lofty goal of going to Jiangdong to make a name for himself and returning home in glory, but that plan kept getting pushed back. At this point it felt like a distant dream. Absently, he added, “I was the one who told my sister to stay here. She’s idolized me since she was little. I don’t want her to go out and work.”

The printing shop was currently doing well enough to be self-sufficient. Chen Hong hoped his sister could marry and have children in their hometown instead of leaving to suffer the hardships of big city life.

Here, she could take care of their parents for him, too.

“That’s nice,” said Chang Jinxing.

“What about you?” Then, noticing Chang Jinxing curling up like a worm, he asked, “Are you cold?”

“Not too cold.” Chang Jinxing’s eyelids were heavy with sleep.

“Your room’s a little damp.”

Chen Hong turned up the temperature on the electric heater. “I haven’t been back in a long time. Hey, do me a favor tomorrow. A friend of mine is holding a funeral at his house. Help me take a few photos, will you?”

I knew it, Chang Jinxing thought. Of course you invited me over because you wanted me to help you.

“Are there any superstitions where you come from?” Chen Hong asked. “About attending funerals?”

“Okay… Sure… Nope…” Chang Jinxing was so sleepy he was almost out of it. “We’ll go tomorrow…” Chen Hong’s room was damp and cold, but Chang Jinxing slept much more comfortably than he had on the cruise ship.

It was nearly nine o’clock the next morning when Chang Jinxing yawned and got up, feeling rejuvenated after a dreamless sleep. Chen Hong’s sister was cleaning up in the living room. “Xing, you’re up,” she said when she saw him.

Chang Jinxing was the same age as her. He wasn’t used to being addressed that way, but he just smiled. “Where’s your brother? He asked me to help with taking photos today. I think he said it’s for a funeral at a friend’s house?”

“My brother and parents left early to go help out.” Chen Hong’s sister was very curious about Chang Jinxing. Chen Hong rarely brought his friends from Jiangdong back home. “I’ll get you some breakfast. We’ll go over around eleven. No rush.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine.”

“I haven’t had breakfast yet either, so…” “I’ll cook,” Chang Jinxing said spontaneously. He entered the kitchen. “Noodles okay for you?”

He opened the fridge, took out the eggs, and began beating them with practiced ease. Just then, Chen Hong returned on his electric motorcycle. “Didn’t I tell you to go out and buy something outside?” he said to his sister. “How can you let a guest cook?” Then he turned to Chang Jinxing. “What are you making? Give me a bowl too. I’m hungry.”

“I don’t have black clothes,” Chang Jinxing told him.

Chen Hong put down his chopsticks. “I have an extra set that I used to wear.”

Chang Jinxing changed into one of Chen Hong’s black suits. To his surprise, it fit him well. “This definitely isn’t yours,” Chang Jinxing said, chuckling.

Chen Hong made a hushing gesture, reminding Chang Jinxing that his sister was still outside. Chang Jinxing went back to admiring the dashing figure in the mirror.

Chen Hong looked at him silently for a moment, then tied Chang Jinxing’s tie for him with rough, quick movements, as if he had pent-up frustration to get out and Chang Jinxing was a punching bag.

“Choking… You’re choking me… Hong-ge…” Chang Jinxing nearly suffocated.

“Done,” Chen Hong said. He had such a deep voice. “Very handsome.” Then he patted Chang Jinxing on the face and turned to leave.

But Chang Jinxing touched his shoulder, prompting him to turn around, and when he did, Chang Jinxing cupped his cheek with one hand and moved in to kiss him.

Chen Hong made an indignant noise. “Stop fooling around!” he hissed, grabbing hold of Chang Jinxing’s hand.

Chang Jinxing had done it out of mischief. He figured the suit must have belonged to Chen Hong’s ex and that, through Chang Jinxing, Chen Hong was seeing his former boyfriend. He was more than happy to kiss Chen Hong so that he could relive a love once lost.

After the siblings finished Chang Jinxing’s noodles, Chen Hong drove Chang Jinxing through town to the other family’s home. He made his sister ride her bicycle.

“About that ex of yours,” Chang Jinxing said. “How long were you with him? You’ve got good taste. How did you find such a handsome guy?”

“A month,” Chen Hong replied calmly. “He’s a far cry from you, but he’s rich and dresses well.”

Chang Jinxing wrapped his arms around Chen Hong’s waist. They were both in suits and motorcycle helmets. Chen Hong accelerated and sped along the country road. “No need to be so modest…”

“I’m serious.” Chen Hong turned his head slightly. “He’s not as handsome as you or even Yuwen. No, he’s leagues away from you guys. I don’t know why I liked him.”

Chang Jinxing didn’t ask Chen Hong if he still liked him. His attitude toward the black suit said it all: He couldn’t put his ex behind him.

The towns in Lanqiu County were underdeveloped: There was only one bus, which was now crowded with people coming to pay their respects to the deceased. The streets were full of funeral wreaths, and everyone seemed to know each other, exchanging greetings when they crossed paths and addressing each other by name.

Chang Jinxing was taken to the mourning hall. Chen Hong had already gone to greet people, so Chang Jinxing stepped forward, pulled aside the black drapes to let in some light, and started taking photos. The deceased person was an old man who had lived for exactly one hundred years. A hale and hearty man, he had declined any care or companionship offered to him.

There was heavy snowfall on Christmas day, though. When the old man went out for his usual stroll with his cane, he slipped and fell into the snow. No one noticed his absence, and he lay freezing in the snow for two hours before someone found him and brought him back. By then, it was too late. A few days later, he passed away quietly in bed during the winter night.

The guests wept, and the children of the deceased bowed in thanks.

The eldest grandson held the old man’s portrait in both hands, his face expressionless. Once in a while, he looked around. Chang Jinxing, who was snapping pictures, thought the grandson looked very handsome with the black clothes accentuating his fair complexion and solemn demeanor, so he took a few extra shots of him.

Chen Hong was popular. Everyone sought him out for a conversation. The older mourners also noticed his fair, slim, and stunning photographer friend, and they were curious about who he was. When Chen Hong glanced over at Chang Jinxing, he found him comforting the teary-eyed grandson, doing his utmost to play the gentle older brother.

Concerned that Chang Jinxing would bang the grandson at the back of the mourning hall later, Chen Hong glared daggers at him and forcibly dragged him away.

After they paid their final respects to the deceased, Chen Hong said, “Let’s eat. Thanks for your hard work.”

“It’s nothing.” Chang Jinxing was used to doing things like this.

A feast had been laid out outside the mourning hall. After helping the host all morning, Chen Hong finally had his chance to come over and have a meal and a drink with Chang Jinxing.

The host came by to offer a toast. Chang Jinxing rushed through his meal and took his laptop off to the side of the table to export the photos, batch edit them, and email them to the host. “I don’t think I’ll live to a hundred,” Chang Jinxing said suddenly.

“What’s the point in living that long anyway?” Chen Hong asked.

“What matters is a fulfilling life.”

“I wonder how I’ll evaluate myself when I’m old and looking back on my life.”

They both fell silent and drank their tea. When evening came, all those who came to offer condolences left, one after another. A person could live for a full hundred years, yet it took only a few days to go from death to burial. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Friends and family joined together for a meal and dispersed, and just like that, it was over.

When they returned, Chen Hong handed Chang Jinxing an envelope. “Here, your payment from the host family.”

Chang Jinxing refused it. “No. I’m not taking it.”

“Just take it!” Chen Hong insisted.

Chang Jinxing refused it again, and Chen Hong tried to shove it at him. They began to push and shove each other. “You’re my friend. I won’t take the money.”

“Are you going to accept it or not?!”

“Oh my god! Help! Ahhh!” Chang Jinxing cried as Chen Hong pinned him down on the bed and tickled his weak spot. “Gege! No!

Daddy!”

Chen Hong might not have been able to overpower Yan Jun, but Chang Jinxing was much easier to subdue. Chang Jinxing’s face turned red and tears welled up in his eyes as he frantically pleaded with Chen Hong.

Chen Hong had only intended to mess with him, but when he felt his little friend start to show interest in the proceedings, he stopped. He didn’t want this to end with them rolling around under the sheets. Chang Jinxing was flushed and panting hard; he’d never been restrained so violently before.

“Take the money,” Chen Hong said. “Don’t force me to do something I’ll regret. This is a warning.”

Chang Jinxing took the envelope and collapsed back onto the bed, laughing hard. “Then I’ll treat everyone to a meal when I get back,” he said, figuring there was about ¥1,000 inside.

The exchange left them both feeling awkward. Accidentally awakening their lust had flipped a switch, but neither of them wanted to have sex with the other.

“Do you have porn?” Chang Jinxing asked. “Damn! You’re so big!”

Chen Hong, who had just taken a shower, stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear. He knew his figure was alluring, and he never shied away from flaunting it. “Sure I do. You wanna watch?”

“We jerking each other off?” Chang Jinxing asked.

Chen Hong couldn’t say he wasn’t tempted. That wouldn’t count as a hookup with his roommate, would it? Then again, it was kind of awkward… “Let me see the videos on your laptop,” Chang Jinxing said.

“Keep your voice down. I watch them all online.”

Chen Hong went to check the door and locked it, then used his laptop to access a website for Chang Jinxing. Chang Jinxing had been holding back for a long time, and now the urge was overwhelming him; he started to browse through the videos the second the website loaded.

Chen Hong sat down on the other side of the bed. Chang Jinxing picked a video, and Chen Hong began rubbing himself through his underwear. Chang Jinxing, who was less shy, had already taken off his pants, revealing his long legs. He wrapped his dick in the T-shirt he was wearing and stroked himself.

“Fuck,” Chen Hong blurted. “The way you’re sitting…is obscene.”

Chang Jinxing spread his legs apart, stroking himself, and glanced at Chen Hong. “You want me to clamp my legs shut? Talk about obscene.”

Chen Hong didn’t know what to say to that. “Can we not watch this one? Watching this muscular guy being fucked makes me feel like I’m the one being fucked.” This made Chang Jinxing, who was still pleasuring himself, laugh so hard he almost died. Chen Hong looked at him. “You like this kind of video?”

Chang Jinxing hadn’t had sex while he was on the cruise, so he really wasn’t picky as long as he got the relief he wanted. He pushed the laptop at Chen Hong and let him choose. Chen Hong picked a video of a beefcake pounding a long-legged hottie, and this time, Chang Jinxing felt like he was the one getting fucked. He wanted to protest, but the longer he watched, the more the video awakened a familiar, guilty thrill in him.

They watched for a while, their movements quickening and their breathing growing heavier as a sexual charge filled the room. When Chang Jinxing freed a hand to pinch and rub at Chen Hong’s nipple, Chen Hong almost moaned aloud. He made a brief show of resistance but let Chang Jinxing do it. Eyes still fixed on the screen, Chang Jinxing let his hand wander southward. He pulled down Chen Hong’s underwear, grabbed him, and jerked them both off.

Chen Hong was nervous at first, but that faded quickly enough, and before long, he shed his underwear altogether. Naked, he leaned back to watch the video, his hands free to play with his own nipples and occasionally tease Chang Jinxing’s.

Chang Jinxing took off his shirt too, leaving them both fully naked.

“Got any lube?” They were both on the verge of climax, and grasping Chen Hong’s huge, scalding hot cock made him even more aroused. With his higher-order thinking temporarily AWOL, he really didn’t mind the idea of getting fucked by Chen Hong.

“Nope,” Chen Hong said, thinking Chang Jinxing just wanted to use lube to masturbate. “You think I keep lube at my parents’ house? Focus, stop getting distracted…” “Then forget it.” Chang Jinxing’s prostate was making some demands, but his brain would never consider letting a guy Chen Hong’s size enter him without lubrication.

They stopped talking, and Chang Jinxing quickened his pace, rewarding himself at the same time he was servicing Chen Hong. A moment later, Chen Hong knocked Chang Jinxing’s hand away and began to do it himself, jerking and braking, his breathing growing ever heavier.

Chang Jinxing glimpsed Chen Hong’s cock, which was already at its limit. He’s going to come… He reached over and gripped the base with one hand, pinching Chen Hong’s nipple hard with the other. At the rush of pleasure from the two-pronged attack, Chen Hong ejaculated.

With his hand still slick with Chen Hong’s cum, Chang Jinxing resumed beating himself off. With the warm cum as a lubricant, it felt better than ever. Chen Hong reached over to caress his chest, and before long, Chang Jinxing moaned, his face flushed, and came.

After ejaculation, rationality returned. It was time for post-nut clarity.

“Fuck,” Chen Hong said. “That’s sick.”

Chen Hong wiped himself with some tissues, while Chang Jinxing held his own cock, worried that the cum would drip onto the bed. “Hand me the tissues, quick.”

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” Chen Hong said, putting on his shorts.

“Duh.” Chang Jinxing wiped himself clean, sat cross-legged on the bed, and turned off Chen Hong’s laptop.

They were both sated, having found long overdue pleasure in getting each other off. This brief encounter hadn’t turned their friendship awkward yet. Finally, everyone would be able to get a good night’s sleep.

Chang Jinxing stretched out on the bed, playing with his phone.

“What time is the train tomorrow?”

“A little after eight.” Chen Hong yawned. “Let’s sleep.”

“You came a lot.”

Sometimes Chen Hong found Chang Jinxing sexy, but at other times he felt disdain for him. Moments ago, when he used Chen Hong’s cum as lube, Chen Hong had found it exciting and stimulating, but now, with post-nut clarity, he just found it a little gross.

Ignoring Chang Jinxing, he turned off the light and went to sleep.