When Yvon woke up, it was almost noon, but the curtains were so thick that the room was not bright.

His whole body was sore and powerless as if he had overexercised. He opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Zaire supporting his head, peering at him with affectionate eyes, smiling. "You're awake."

Yvon's eyelids had been drooping since he had woken up, but when he saw Zaire's face, he abruptly widened his eyes in shock. The pornographic scenes of last night flashed across his mind. He stiffened and uttered, "You..."

Zaire smiled even more brightly. "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Yvon's heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest. "What have I done? What have I done with Zaire?" he kept asking himself in his heart, for he couldn't believe that he had slept with Zaire, another man and also his student, who was only 17 years old.

Zaire seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He nodded lazily and grinned as he said, "Yes, we made love."

It was even more embarrassing for Yvon to hear Zaire say it out loud. Yvon was now close to an emotional breakdown. His mind was filled with the disgusting scene of himself shamelessly hugging Zaire and saying that he felt itchy. He screamed in unbearable pain, "You, you get out of my bed! Go away!"

Zaire was not frightened by his screams. He slowly got out of bed and said with a reluctant look, "Okay."

Yvon saw that Zaire's entire body was naked, with his erect organ sticking out of his public hair. Yvon's face and neck were burning red as he yelled, "What are you doing? Put your clothes on!" He closed his eyes and hid his face under the sheets, even the back of his neck red.

Zaire tutted, pulled his underwear out from the pile of clothes on the bed, and accidentally dragged down a book buried under the clothes. He picked it up and saw that it was "The Same and Not the Same" by Roald Hoffmann. He asked, "Why are you still reading this book?"

Yvon listened to Zaire talking nonsense for a long time. He thought Zaire was fully dressed when he asked about the book, so he poked his head out, only to see Zaire was only wearing underpants, with his whole upper body naked. Seeing that something was bulging out from inside Zaire's underwear, Yvon covered his head with the blanket again like an ostrich. He shouted like a child, "It's none of your business!"

Yvon's mind was still a mess. He really didn't know how to react for the time being. Zaire didn't say anything and only flipped through the book. The atmosphere in the room was awkward, in dead silence.

When Yvon raised his head, his whole face was flushed. He tentatively uttered, "You..."

Only then did Zaire put down the book as if he had been waiting for Yvon. He tilted his head, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and said calmly, "Yes, go ahead."

Yvon carefully tried to organize his words, but he was incoherent. "I'm sorry. Last night was my fault. I, I was possessed by... I don't know what was wrong with me. I shouldn't have..."

"So?" Zaire interrupted him.

"I'm sorry. Please really don't come here again."

Zaire raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean? Because I'm a man, you're not going to take responsibility?"

"I didn't mean..." He paused and suddenly thought of something. Then, he blurted out, "I was the one who was forced, right?"

"Alright, I'll take responsibility. Let's be together." Zaire was as straightforward as ever.

"Don't resort to sophistry. I don't need you to take responsibility. Just leave. You'll still be a student while I'll still be a teacher. Let's pretend nothing happened last night."

Zaire stared at him, frowning. He licked his lower lips and said, "Look, I'm over six feet tall and still growing. I'm from a rich family. And look at my face. You know I'm good-looking. I'm smart and can get good grades without any effort. Moreover, I can cook. You said that you were asexual, but you were quite high when you were with me last night. Why are you still dissatisfied with me?"

Seeing Zaire shamelessly selling himself, Yvon took a deep breath and said, "You're too young. I don't want to be hurt by a heartless adolescent like you."

"You should change your thoughts. Don't you feel good about twisting an adolescent boy around your fingers? Just take our feelings as a bet. Let's be together. If you lose, I'll give you this period of my adolescence. If you win, I'll be with you for the rest of my life. You'll suffer no loss no matter how you look at it, right?"

"I don't have such bad intentions. I can't afford to gamble on love. Love is not something that can be calculated, and I won't benefit from your so-called betting at all. We should take it seriously that it's not only an immoral relationship between a teacher and a student but also homosexuality. Do you understand? If your family hears about this, I'll be finished." He had never mentioned homosexuality before, and he respected everyone's sexual orientation, but he had to tell Zaire the seriousness of the matter.

But Zaire didn't care at all. "You'll be finished? My dad said I can love whoever I want in my life as long as I can win that person's heart. I never brag. Since I said I would pursue you, I'll definitely win your heart. If I say I'll love you for my entire life, then that'll also be true." He looked straight into Yvon's eyes seriously and continued, "If you don't want to bet, I'll bet on it myself."

Yvon found it ridiculous. In his eyes, teenagers were so naive that they could consider tomorrow as being the rest of their lives. Even if they forgot about their promises, they could still brag without shame and guilt.

"It's none of my business, but I don't want to waste time with you. You should understand how boring it is to pester me. Are you so eager for someone to love you?"

"But I love you."

"What do you love about me?"

"I love..." Zaire paused and frowned for a while before raising his head to look at Yvon. "Well, I heard that if one can say what one loves about the other person, it's not real love. So is this a trap?" He raised his brows and nodded calmly as he said, "I love all of you."

Yvon felt like his head was about to explode with rage. He roared, "Get out! Go back to your own place! We're not good for each other. Don't hurt me, okay?!"

Zaire leaned against the door and shook his head indifferently. There was a calm look on his handsome face as he said, "No, I'm not leaving."

Yvon was extremely angry. He had no choice but to struggle out of bed and get dressed as he spoke. "Alright, you stay here then. If you won't leave, then I will!" His body was in such pain that he could barely raise his arms to put on his clothes.

Zaire hurriedly stopped him and grabbed his wrist. "Where are you going? This is your home!"

He pushed Zaire away as he flushed red with anger. "It's none of your business where I'm going. Get out of my way!" After that, he stormed out.

"Hey!" Zaire cursed in a low voice. He quickly put on his clothes and managed to stop Yvon at the stairs. He was also a little displeased, so he held Yvon's waist and was about to drag him back inside.

"What are you doing? Zaire, I'll call the police. Let go of me!" Though Yvon's body was sore, he was struggling violently with great strength. Zaire had no choice but to use both hands to stop him from struggling. Yvon swung a punch at Zaire's face, but Zaire dodged it and said, "Go on and call the police. I'll allow you to do so once you're back in the house."

Before Zaire could carry Yvon in, he saw a man coming up the stairs. The man glanced at Yvon and then at Zaire, and his eyes immediately widened. "Yvon! Hey, what are you doing to Yvon? Let go of him!" As the man shouted, he ran up to Zaire.

Zaire silently cursed. He turned his eyes and loosened his grip on Yvon, who took the opportunity to break free from him and elbow him in the waist.

Zaire lost his balance and fell downstairs with a dull thud before Yvon could turn around and react. Zaire was curled up on the floor below, holding his arm. It seemed that he had just taken quite a bad fall.

Charles didn't see what had happened clearly. As soon as he had come up, Zaire had fallen downstairs. For a moment, he didn't know how to react but could only stammer, "What... what happened?"

Yvon stood at the door and hadn't come to his senses yet. He didn't know how Zaire had fallen. He hadn't even exerted much force, but Zaire had already rolled down.

Zaire lay there for a while before he raised his head and coldly glared in Yvon's direction with a ruthless gaze. He then staggered to his feet and left without saying a word.

Yvon couldn't help but wince when he saw Zaire's eyes. He suddenly found his position strange when standing up above with Charles and looking down at the injured Zaire. It was as if they were two vicious adults bullying a teenager.

"Forget it. Just consider me to be a bad man. Don't come see me again," thought Yvon.

"Yvon, are you okay? Do you need to call the police?" Charles asked as he looked at him with concern.

"I'm okay. Thank you. Why didn't you go to work today?" Yvon quickly changed the topic.

"Oh, I just came back from a business trip. Here." Charles chuckled and lifted the bag in his hand. "The cakes there are very delicious. I thought you would like some sweet food, so I brought you a few boxes."

Yvon could tell from the exquisite packaging of the cakes that Charles had carefully chosen them. Yvon could only see the word "cake" clearly. The typeface of the bakery's name was so fancy that he couldn't make it out.

Charles smiled and lowered his head. He was stunned when he noticed the two hickeys on Yvon's neck. "Yvon, your neck..."

Yvon's pupils contracted with fear, and he walked straight inside his home. He didn't even take the cakes Charles had brought him. "It's nothing. Thank you," he said and closed the door expressionlessly.

Today was Friday, and Yvon had no classes all day. Every week, he would take three days off. After he had gone back inside, he felt the pain in his anus becoming sharper and sharper. When he looked at his mobile phone, he was surprised to find it was already past noon. The chemistry teacher of Class Four had sent him a message asking him to fill in for her.

She was pregnant with her second baby and had severe morning sickness. Therefore, she often had to ask other teachers to fill in for her. However, it was inconvenient for Yvon to do so today. His lower body was hurting so much that he wanted to walk with his legs crossed.

Just as he was about to reply to her that it was inconvenient, he received a call from the head of the chemistry department, saying that staff members from the Bureau of Education were coming to attend the lesson of Class Four, so Yvon had to fill in.

Yvon didn't even have time for lunch. He put on a scarf, went downstairs with difficulty, and took a cab directly to the school.

Later when he arrived, he found that the Bureau of Education's staff had not come at all. At noon, the school leaders had treated them to a meal, and they had been still drinking alcohol until now.

But since he had shown up, he had no choice but to continue to give the lesson. He entered Class Four and saw Zaire's seat empty. He felt less uneasy.

The lesson went very smoothly, except that he felt uncomfortable as a student named John Dent kept staring at him with a strange look, and thus he hurried out after class.

His private parts felt very painful, as if a knife was cutting him down there slowly. He sat down carefully, but when he contacted the chair, his keen pain still made his butt stiffen. "Hiss."

Mr. Pond had just finished his class and was coming in with a pot of coffee. Yvon looked feeble, and Mr. Pond thought Yvon was listless. "Oh, Mr. Fonda, are you tired? Come on, have some coffee to wake you up." He believed that Yvon would feel better after having some coffee. As he spoke, he poured him a cup of coffee.

Yvon looked at the coffee in the cup and couldn't help but twitch his face.

"Tired? No, I'm in pain!" he screamed in his mind.

No one knew what Yvon was thinking when he suddenly felt a chill run through him.

After returning home in a daze, he went straight to bed feeling dizzy. Though he hadn't eaten anything for a whole day, he didn't feel hungry. He soon fell asleep.

He was woken up by the doorbell. He was so dizzy that he didn't know whether it was the evening or the next morning even after he had stared at the ceiling for a long time. The doorbell was still ringing out. He stood up and staggered to the door. He held the door handle and hesitated for a moment before asking loudly, "Who is it?"

No one answered, so he asked again, "Who is it?"

Still, the person outside the door remained silent. He had a bad feeling and looked through the peephole, only to see a huge, twisted eyeball. He was frightened and took a step back with a scream.

He was still in shock. In the boy's muffled laughter, he finally realized that it was just a scary prank by the person outside.

"Open up." Zaire laughed and gave a few more knocks on the door. "Hurry up, or I'll scream." Unexpectedly, when Yvon was still thinking, Zaire coughed and shouted, "Help! Mr. Yvon Fonda in Samuel High School is harass..."

Halfway through his sentence, Yvon hurriedly pulled the door open and stuttered in rage, "You! You..."

Outside the door, Zaire's left arm was in a cast. There was a band-aid on his forehead and a bruise on his cheek. He looked like a hooligan, but his eyes were bright on his handsome face. He pursed his lips and chuckled, teasing casually, "Oh, you finally dare to open the door."

Yvon was too weary to speak clearly. "What are you doing here again?"

Zaire lifted his arm in the cast and swayed it around in front of his face. "My arm's broken. I can't stay at home all alone."

"Where's your family?"

"I don't have a family at home."

"What?" He had never heard that Zaire had a special family background.

Zaire seemed to be able to read Yvon's mind easily. "They're out."

"Why didn't they come back to help you? Your arm is broken."

Zaire stared at him and seemed to be very annoyed by his words. "Why should they come back? Didn't you push me? Shouldn't you be the one responsible for it?"

Yvon felt suffocated, and his blood boiled with anger. "Should I hire a caregiver for you? I can't take good care of you."

Zaire immediately agreed, "Sure. I want the best caregiver. It will cost 4,000 dollars a month. It'll take about a hundred days for my arm to recover from the injury, so you should pay for the caregiver for at least three months."

Yvon had never heard anyone ask for a top-notch caregiver for such a minor injury. "Don't go too far!"

"What's wrong? Shouldn't you take responsibility for injuring me?" Zaire took a step forward, and his expression suddenly changed. He curled his lips up into an evil smile and his eyes darkened, looking fierce.

It was the first time Yvon had such an impulse to hit someone. He really wanted to beat up this arrogant boy approaching him.

Zaire looked down at Yvon from above. He felt that Yvon was extremely beautiful when he was cornered and flushed. He didn't know what was glistening in Yvon's eyes, but he had a surge of excitement when he saw him like this.

His heart fluttered as Yvon glared at him with his charming eyes through the glasses. Suddenly, his whole body burned, and he got an inappropriate erection. He swallowed and was about to say something.

However, Yvon just closed his eyes forcefully, moved aside, and said softly, "Come in."