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

[Updates daily at 9 p.m. | Long-distance romance / size difference / pseudo-incest | Please add it to your collection! ^v^! Currently in the secret-love stage!] When his mother fell for an American hunk and married him, she brought along one unemployed tagalong: her own son, Ruan Su. On his first day, unable to adjust to the time difference, Ruan Su sneaked into a bar in the middle of the night. The lights were dazzling, and the music throbbed in his chest. Someone pressed up against him from behind, a palm gripping his waist as the person leaned down to say something in his ear. The English came quickly, in a deep voice, and Ruan Su couldn’t make out the words. All he caught was a crisp, woody fragrance. Then the two of them ended up in bed together. When he woke again, he was in a huge hotel bed. The curtains were drawn, and the room was dim. The man was fully dressed, sitting on the sofa and looking at his phone. When he saw Ruan Su open his eyes, he turned to look at him. His blue eyes seemed especially deep in the dim light. “Breakfast or lunch? You can choose. I ordered room service.” Ruan Su’s throat was too sore for him to speak, and his waist ached. His knees were covered in marks. Awkwardly, he waved a hand and pulled the covers tight around himself. “No, no, I’m fine. 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. By the time Ruan Su hurried home, the dining table was already loaded with food. His mother came over and put an arm around him, then glanced toward the inner room. “Go say hi to your big brother Reese. You’re going to be real brothers from now on.” Ruan Su dragged his still-wobbly legs over and knocked on the door. It opened. Ruan Su looked up, only to meet a pair of blue eyes he knew all too well. * Reese Russell, an off-road racer in the United States. His races were always packed, and even getting a ticket was 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 that someone had already drunk from. The crowd erupted, everyone asking who the black-haired boy was. “I’m his little brother,” Ruan Su answered earnestly. As they left, one of Reese’s teammates gave the handsome Chinese boy in the stands a suspicious look, then turned to ask him: “Who’s that to you?” Reese raised an eyebrow and drawled, “My wife.” Little scene 1 Everyone knows off-road vehicles have high chassis, but their interiors are cramped and narrow. Ruan Su circled the car, feeling along its body. Looking at Reese’s broad shoulders and solid back, he couldn’t help wondering how someone so big managed to fit inside. “Like my car?” Reese asked, raising an eyebrow and folding his arms. Ruan Su hesitated. “Can two people really fit in there?” Reese didn’t answer. He just glanced at him calmly. Later, Ruan Su was pinned inside the narrow, cramped car. The man held his earlobe between his lips and spoke in a low voice. “Baby, there’s still room. Lift your hips a little higher.” Ruan Su’s eyes were red and his breathing trembled. The man’s broad, firm arms clamped around him, leaving him almost unable to breathe. I’m going to get crushed to death! His pecs are way too cramped, ahhh!! I can’t lift them any higher, you know! (T^T)!!! Reese: Baby, this car doesn’t just fit two people. It can fit two people in two different positions, too. ^v^ [Reader’s guide] • Set at an American university. 192 × 176. A cunning, gentle, cool hunk × an oblivious, easy-to-tease blockhead. Racer × Chinese medicine practitioner/photographer. Both are virgins and each other’s first love; pseudo-incest. The top gets the early spotlight, and the bottom grows over the course of the story. The top has a secret crush and pursues him. If this isn’t for you, please drop it! • Kind suggestions are welcome, but please don’t insult the characters. (T^T) [If you want it, take my life instead!! Just kidding. • Please add my next story to your collection: 《The Trouble-Making Boy at an American University Is Raised by a Chinese Daddy》. Stern professor × mixed-race troublemaker. The leads from this story will make a guest appearance. • Please add 《Becoming the Earl’s Only Husband》 to your collection. Cunning, violent earl × beautiful, proud young master. A nineteenth-century story about size difference and being kept. *Upcoming* 《The Trouble-Making Boy at an American University Is Raised by a Chinese Daddy》 An Nuo was born to be a handful. At his American university, he used his good looks to get away with everything and ran wild, making regular visits to the police station. His mother had had enough and packed him off to a distant Chinese relative, asking the man to straighten him out. An Nuo rolled his eyes. Straighten him out? Who’d ever managed to control him? Yin Zhiyuan was an archaeology professor at an Ivy League school, with a home on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The elevator opened directly into the apartment. The man who answered wore a dark gray house shirt, his sleeves rolled to his forearms, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He was pretty good-looking: tan skin, prominent brow, and the unmistakable look of an Asian Ivy League academic everyone called “Professor.” Too bad An Nuo couldn’t stand serious, uptight people. On the first day, An Nuo put his legs up on the dining table. Yin Zhiyuan said calmly, “We don’t have many rules in this house, but you should sit properly at the table.” An Nuo gave him an overly sweet smile. “Got it, Daddy.” He deliberately drew the word out, making it soft and suggestive, and ran his tongue over his lips, waiting to see the gentleman lose his composure. Yin Zhiyuan did pause for a moment. Then he took hold of An Nuo’s ankle, pressing his thumb lightly against the bone, and replied in an even tone, “Good boy.” * The wind and rain howled outside, while the fire warmed the room. Barefoot on the Persian rug, An Nuo curled his fingers around the man’s tie and leaned close to whisper in his ear: “Professor Yin, are you attracted to me or not?” Yin Zhiyuan looked down at him. After a long pause, he laid a hand on the back of An Nuo’s neck, rubbing it slowly, and asked in a hoarse voice: “Are you sure you want to know?” An Nuo smiled seductively and secretly pressed the record button on his recorder. “Come on, tell me.” The man’s voice was low, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Of course… I am.” A mischievous gleam appeared in An Nuo’s eyes. He seemed like a completely different person. “Hahaha! You’re finished, you old pervert! Get ready to have your reputation ruined!” But when he sprang off the bed and tried to leave, the door wouldn’t budge when he turned the handle. The next second, a warm hand pressed down on his shoulder. An Nuo stiffly turned around. A tall figure loomed over him. Yin Zhiyuan’s gaze was dark and ominous, not a hint of drunkenness in his eyes. A cool smile curved his lips as he held up the recorder. Yin Zhiyuan’s voice was gentle, but a chill ran down An Nuo’s back. “Honey, were you looking for this?” [Please add this preview to your collection! The leads from this story will make a guest appearance!] Theme: Be a good big brother.