During the time Feng Tang worked as Song Yang's personal assistant, he worked diligently every day, which greatly satisfied Song Yang.

Occasionally, he would unintentionally tease Song Yang, making sure he noticed him.

However, Song Yang was a straight man and could only proceed gradually.

Feng Tang would deliberately make mistakes from time to time, asking Song Yang for help to clean up the mess and then teaching him one-on-one, giving them plenty of opportunities to spend time alone.

Now, there were still a few missing sparks between the two.

"Xiao Feng, there's a gathering tonight, will you accompany me?"

"Mr. Song, I'm a bit nervous. I've never seen so many important people before. I'm afraid of embarrassing you."

Feng Tang's nervous and surprised expression was just right, successfully provoking Song Yang's protective instincts.

"Don't worry, I'm here. Don't be afraid!"

Song Yang gently patted Feng Tang's shoulder, with a somewhat smug expression.

That evening, Song Yang took the initiative to pick up Feng Tang to go home and change clothes.

The house where Feng Tang currently lived was arranged specifically for him, in a cheap single room in the city outskirts.

As expected, after turning here and there, Song Yang finally found the address Feng Tang had given him and frowned as he looked at this "shabby old place" that he would never look at twice.

"Mr. Song, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Feng Tang's different appearance from his usual commute attire caught Song Yang's attention.

"Just bought it, two months' salary! Hey, from now on, I will eat dirt!”

"I won't embarrass you, Mr. Song!"

"It looks really, really nice..."

Song Yang rarely felt embarrassed and restrained his gaze.

Beautiful things are always irresistible, regardless of one's orientation.

On a cool evening in late autumn, a cool breeze blew in through the car window, causing Song Yang to instinctively touch his temples.

"Mr. Song, are you having a headache again?"

"Hmm, it's an old problem."

Feng Tang's eyes darkened, he was well aware of this old problem, it was hereditary in his family.

"I've learned massage, I can help alleviate the pain for you. Would you like to give it a try?"

The pain prevented Song Yang from thinking too much, so Feng Tang adjusted his seat and knelt on the edge of the seat.

With his slender and fair fingers gently pressing on the acupoints, it didn't take long for Song Yang to comfortably close his eyes.

Touching his face, Feng Tang looked at the familiar features with some infatuation, unknowingly falling into a daze.