A Blended Family, but Make It Gay at an American School!

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Mom fell for a handsome American, married him, and brought along an unemployed freeloader as part of the package: her own son, Ruan Su.

On his first day, Ruan Su couldn't adjust to the time difference and sneaked into a bar in the middle of the night.

The lights dazzled him, and the music rattled his chest. Someone pressed up behind him, a palm closing around his waist as the person leaned down and murmured something in his ear.

The English came low and fast. Ruan Su couldn't make it out, but caught a crisp, woody fragrance.

Then they ended up in bed together.

When he woke again, he was in a hotel bed. The curtains were drawn, leaving the room dim.

The man, fully dressed, sat on the sofa scrolling through his phone. When he saw Ruan Su open his eyes, he turned his head. His blue eyes seemed especially deep in the half-light.

"Breakfast or lunch? Your choice. I ordered room service."

Ruan Su's throat was too hoarse to speak. His waist ached, and his knees were covered in marks.

He awkwardly waved his hands and pulled the covers around himself. "No, no. I have a family gathering tonight. Thanks."

Luckily, the other man was a gentleman. He handed Ruan Su the underwear he'd washed the night before, then called him a car.

When Ruan Su hurried home, the dining table was already laden with food.

His mother came over and put an arm around him, gesturing toward the inner room. "Go say hello to your big brother Reese. You'll be brothers from now on."

Ruan Su dragged his still-wobbly legs over and knocked on the door.

It opened.

Ruan Su looked up and met a pair of blue eyes he knew all too well.

*

Reese Lusol, an off-road racer in the United States.

His races always draw a full house. Even getting a ticket is difficult, let alone getting close to him.

But after one off-road rally...

The blond man with dark eyes took off his helmet, turned toward the stands, and accepted a bottle of mineral water someone had already drunk from.

The crowd erupted, all asking who the black-haired boy was.

"I'm his younger brother," Ruan Su answered earnestly.

As they left, a teammate glanced suspiciously at the handsome Chinese face in the stands, then turned to Reese.

"Who is that to you?"

Reese raised an eyebrow and drawled, "My wife."

Bonus Scene 1

Everyone knows off-road vehicles have high chassis, but their interiors are cramped and narrow.

Ruan Su circled the car, running his hands over it. He stared at Reese's broad shoulders and sturdy build, wondering how someone so huge could even fit inside.

"You like my car that much?" Reese asked, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Ruan Su hesitated. "Can two people really fit in there?"

Reese didn't answer. He gave him a cool glance.

Later, Ruan Su was pinned inside the cramped car.

The man caught his earlobe between his teeth and said in a low voice, "There's still room. Lift it a little higher."

Ruan Su's eyes reddened, his breath trembling. The man's broad, solid arms clamped around him, squeezing him until he could barely breathe.

I'm going to get crushed to death!

His pecs are so huge, ahhh!!

I can't lift it any higher, hey! (T^T)!!!

Reese: Wife, this car can fit two people, and it can fit two people in different positions too ^v^

[Reading Guide]

• Set at an American university. 192 cm x 176 cm, 23 and 21 years old, both adults when they fall in love! A cool, gentle, calculating hottie x an adorably clueless wooden boy. Racer x photographer. Both are first-timers, with a fake-brother setup. The bottom has a slightly awkward personality early on; the top has had a crush on him for years and pursues him. Please stop reading if that's not for you!

• I welcome constructive feedback, but please don't insult the characters (T^T). This is fundamentally a sweet romance, so don't overthink it!

[I'd trade my life for a request!! (just kidding)]

*Coming*, *Soon*

[My next book is coming soon, please add it to your reading list! Nine-year age gap, a refined scoundrel x a pretty brat]

[A pure-love story about a man who can't feel pain and someone with a pain fetish, two madmen in love]

An Nuo is a born troublemaker who weaponizes his good looks and runs wild at an American art school. His mother sends him to stay with a distant Chinese relative, asking the man to straighten him out.

An Nuo rolls his eyes.

Straighten him out? Who's ever managed to control him?

Yin Zhiyuan is an archaeology professor at an Ivy League university, with a home on Manhattan's Upper East Side.

A private elevator opens directly into his home. The man at the door wears a dark gray sweater, the sleeves rolled to his forearms, and silver-framed glasses perched on his nose.

He looks good: sun-kissed skin and high cheekbones, the picture of a refined, cultured Asian professional.

Unfortunately, An Nuo can't stand people who are so serious.

On his first day, he puts his legs up on the dining table.

Yin Zhiyuan says calmly, "There aren't many rules in this house, but sit properly."

An Nuo gives him a saccharine smile. "Got it, Daddy."

He deliberately draws the word out, making it soft and suggestive, then runs his tongue along his lips, waiting for the gentleman to frown or lose his composure.

Yin Zhiyuan does pause for a moment.

Then he takes hold of An Nuo's ankle, pressing his thumb lightly against the bone, and replies coolly, "Good boy."

*

Yin Zhiyuan's life is cold and dull. He spends more time with the dead than the living. He feels no pain and has no emotions. Outwardly distant and polite, he never falls for anyone.

At least, that's what Yin Zhiyuan believes.

One rainy night...

The man loses his temper with An Nuo. The boy smashes his trophy in a rage and runs out into the pouring rain.

Yin Zhiyuan searches for him, fighting his anger and thinking he'll send the boy back home once and for all.

But then the drunken boy stumbles into his arms, his small, damp face tilted up as he struggles to smile and begs through trembling sobs not to be sent away...

Yin Zhiyuan lowers his gaze, sees the cut on the boy's arm, and furrows his brow.

It takes a long time for the man to realize that he's misunderstood An Nuo terribly.

"An Nuo," Yin Zhiyuan hears his own voice say, soft in a way that doesn't belong to him. He sighs helplessly. "Don't be afraid. I won't abandon you."

The boy stares at him, his eyes red at the corners from the alcohol. "Forever?"

Yin Zhiyuan says, "At least until other people accept you."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, the boy curls his lips into a smile and says flirtatiously, in a soft voice, "Then... Professor Yin, kiss me, and I'll believe you."

What does it feel like to fall in love with someone?

Perhaps it's knowing there's a hidden camera nearby, seeing the red light blinking at the boy's collar as he waits for you to cross the line, so he can pin a crime on you and ruin your reputation.

But Yin Zhiyuan still takes hold of the boy's nape.

And kisses him gently.

^v^ Reading Guide:

* A mature, wicked top who can't feel pain x a vicious kitten bottom with a pain fetish. The top dotes on the bottom / boarding at an American art school / age gap / size difference.

* They start out at odds, both hating each other, then both fall in love.

Theme: Be a good big brother.