William was really busy. He had picked up dozens of phone calls in a morning even if he had said he was free and would be at home with Sean.

William hung up the secretary's phone, stretching out to tighten Sean's collar of his thick downy pajamas, and then fed him another spoonful of porridge: "Warm the stomach. I'll sleep with you for a while."

Sean leaned over obediently to eat the porridge, and the phone rang again on the desk before he said anything.

William put down the bowl to take the phone, but his color changed when seeing the Caller Identification. He hung up the phone and turned it off. Then he looked up at the Sean with a smile on his face:" I've said to be with you today. It's not good to let these trivial things in work bother us."

Sean had a good eyesight, but he just pretended not to see the concise and dazzling Caller ID which flashed past just now. "Shen".

William was absolutely not in a good humor either, and actually, he was so angry that he even wanted to kill Elton. What attracted him to Elton at first were his beautiful face and his judiciousness. He had never been petulant because of being ignored and he had always been happy no matter when they met. His smile was a little silly, while looking warm. William really had had a crush on Elton before, so he had a relationship with him for almost three years.

But he had got more and more weary of him this time. That time in France Elton should have called his name even if he knew that he was on the phone with Sean. This time, he should have dailed this number even if he had turned off the phone which was used to contact him specially. Was it inspection? It was crazy. Why not measure himself seriously? Did he intend to become his boyfriend and think he was important to him after accompanying him for several years? William did not care about where he had learned the petty action and habits of Sean, and sometimes he even connived and relished it with interest and nostalgia. But Wiliam absolutely would not allow Elton to do the wayward things which even Sean hadn't done before.

"Do you want to have some?" Sean's sound made William react suddenly. Still the soft tone, and somewhat weak and hoarse.

William shook his head and fed the rest of porridge to Sean: "Where you want to have a vacation? I have six or seven days free after New Year's day."

Sean's delicate brow furrowed, slanting his head to see William, as meek and clever as a kitten which was trying to nuzzle his trouser leg: "Traveling is too tiring."

William's heart soften at once. He threw the spoon to lunge at Sean on the back of the chair and kissed him over and over again, not stopping until his mouth was full of the sweet smell of the porridge: "Sean......Sean......" William murmured a few times, suddenly feeling there was actually nothing really stimulating outside. At last, the man after his heart was only Sean still.

Sean's body softened by his kisses, not knowing what William wanted to do. Probably he really regarded himself as an emperor who had to care about all his numerous concubines, and this time, he started to pay his sttention to Sean after such a long time of ignorance.

"William......" Sean dodged a kiss which should fall on his lips originally, saying somewhat blankly:"Your mother had said to me that our relationship could not weather our thirty."

William paused. He didn't know why Sean mentioned this bitter memory of them suddenly. But he still coaxed him insouciantly: "You're 30, and I'm 31 this year. Haven't we made it through?"

Sean's tears trickled down before he realized it. He grasped William's dress tightly with his thin shoulders trembling severely and said: "Yes, yes, we've made it through." The fact proved your mother wrong, as we were over thirty this time.

Sean rarely cried in front of William. He was meek, and also forbearing. He barely shed tears even in those bitter years, except in bed with William. Sean knew that there was a streak of sadism in William's nature, but he couldn't slake his addiction. William would stop his violent movements when he cried, so then the man had become more and more gentle in bed. And then, he started to release his nature on other people's bed after being gentle for a long time.

William did not know what Sean was crying for this time, and his heart was almost broken by his tears. He did not know Sean was crying for both of them, one of whom would depart this life out of his too deep love and the other of whom was too affectionate but also capricious, and crying for their love which faded after 14 years.

In high school, William slip a note to Sean after school one day and asked:"Do you know how it feels when you like someone so much?"

The young William rarely mentioned the word "love", but he loved him most at that time.

That night Sean held the note in his hand and thought about it all night. Finally, he thought of a sentence of a writer ------ Tolerant and silent, not asking too much, not complaining, and no sadness.

Sean had weighed and considered it a thousand times in his mind, and it had been more than 10 years until this time. But he had never told his answer to William. It seemed that in his mind, love would fade bit by bit if you said out it again and again. The more you shadowed your lover, the sooner you would lose him.

But eventually, he was going to lose him.

Sean cried to be tired and sleepy. He finally fell asleep in William's arms when he seemed to smell the aroma of jasmine 14 years ago.