Comrade: Almost a Cat-astrophic Love Story-Chapter 137 - So Who Would Be on Top and Who Would Be Underneath?

Chapter 137: So Who Would Be on Top and Who Would Be Underneath?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was freaking crazy.

Recalling the scene at the hospital made Pei Zhen’s cough worse somehow.

“Cough, cough… I-I’m… sorry, I need the bathroom.”

The resentful Daddy Pei seemed eager to get away, and Xiao Nian was a little startled. He had wanted to call out to Pei Zhen but Best Actor Fu was already planning to follow behind him.

“Oh, I need to go too.”

Everyone’s attention was on the curious scene.

The coincidence felt a little odd.

Pei Zhen washed his face.

The man in the mirror was considerably good-looking, and he had long-ish peach blossom eyes. Water droplets were rolling from the tips of his hair onto his cheeks, following the downward slope of his jawline, and then plunging back onto the sink counter.

“What’s wrong?” A pleasant male voice sounded, his reflection could be seen in the mirror, growing as he approached. His lips turned upwards in a smile. “Your face is flushed… shy?”

With a swoosh, Pei Zhen turned his head and found himself looking straight into Fu Sichen’s eyes. Ignoring Fu Sichen’s remark, Pei Zhen asked, “Why are you here?”

“Emptying my bowels in your company.” Fu Sichen laughed.

“You…” Pei Zhen almost choked, and he impatiently rolled his eyes. “Oh. Do you need me to help hold you while you pee?”

Having spent time with Fu Sichen in recent days, Pei Zhen had learned that his Buddy Fu could be quite shameless.

However, no matter how shameless Buddy Fu was, a limit applied. Hence Pei Zhen had no idea what sort of reaction his flirting remark might get.

Indeed, Fu Sichen didn’t respond, but looked deeply into Pei Zhen’s eyes and walked towards the urinal.

Pei Zhen made a disapproving sound. He dried his face and was about to walk out when suddenly, Fu Sichen spoke, “Pei Zhen.”

“What can Daddy do for you.” Pei Zhen shot back immediately.

“Help hold it.”

“What?”

“That’s what you said, that you were going to help hold me while I pee.” Fu Sichen’s eyes bore into Pei Zhen, his voice smoldering and hoarse, making Pei Zhen’s heart go wild.

“You, you…” His eyes followed Fu Sichen’s hand, which was reaching for his trouser zip. Pei Zhen felt a sudden gush of hot blood rushing up his body. “Hey! I was only joking!”

“Oh.” Fu Sichen broke into a natural smile. “I’m only kidding too.”

Pei Zhen turned even redder.

Having said that, Fu Sichen zipped up, the sound sending an electric current through Pei Zhen. His heart skipped another beat as the tips of his ears turned beet red.

“Cough, cough. I… I’m leaving.” Initially, he had wanted to ask about the Persian cat. However, after nearly seeing Fu Sichen’s exposed manhood, for unknown reasons, he couldn’t bring himself to look in that direction.

It wasn’t as if he had never seen Fu Sichen’s nudity. They were both men, and sharing the same toilet, they would run into each other many times.

In the past when Fu Sichen was his sworn enemy, not only did it not matter seeing Fu Sichen fully exposed—even if they had been exposing themselves at the same time, it was nothing to think about.

But at that moment, he’d turn red, and his body temperature would rise as if he was drunk. Seeing the length of Fu Sichen’s manhood from the corner of his eye made him feel oddly panicky.

That was the end of him.

So who would be on top and who would be underneath in the future?

Pei Zhen automatically took a downward glance at himself. At once, he felt like slapping himself.

Crap!

Was he freaking possessed? What was he even thinking?!

“Pei Pei?”

Outside the studio, Xiao Nian saw his Daddy Pei looking guilty like a student who had misbehaved, facing the wall and pondering a painful experience. “Are you using your phantom manhood to empty your bladder?”

Pei Zhen snapped back to reality and gave Xiao Nian a look of disgust. He wiped his face and said, “I’m getting into my role.”

Xiao Nian gave him an ambiguous wink. “Oh? Trying to calm your emotions where Fu Sichen is concerned?”

“Scram.”