After Yibo had told him all the news and Zhan had had time to process it a little, it seemed to Zhan that there was something else Yibo wanted to tell him, but hadn't dared to yet. "Was that all? Or is there something else you want to tell me?" He finally asked him.

Yibo moved closer to Zhan, took his hands and stroked them gently with his thumbs. "Well, yes. There is indeed something else."

"And what?" Zhan wondered what it could be. Because Yibo suddenly looked very nervous.

"It's about Youn."

"Yes? And?"

"Well, yeah. He asked me today when we would finally do something together again. I told him that I didn't want to go out because I wanted to stay with you. And after a bit of back and forth, I got the idea that I could ask you if we can let him come here."

"So him coming here and you guys spending some time together?"

"Not just him and me. But you too. And maybe his boyfriend Wooseok. Which would be good if he came along. Then you can get to know both of them and we could ask Wooseok if he could decrypt the data on the USB stick for us."

"Mhhh. I think it's a good idea if they both come here."

"Yes, really?"

"Yes, Yibo. Mainly because then you'll stay by my side and I won't be alone in the evening hahaha. But also because you're right. That way I can get to know Wooseok and then decide for myself whether I trust him enough to give him the USB stick."

"Exactly." Yibo said, grinning and leaning forward to give Zhan a kiss. At first it was just a little kiss. But then Yibo sighed, grabbed Zhan's cheeks, pulled his face towards him and kissed him with an intensity that he would never have believed himself to be capable of and that made it difficult for both of them to stop. And so at some point they were both lying on the sofa, Yibo on top of Zhan, kissing each other passionately and Yibo slipped his hand under Zhan's shirt, caressing his bare chest and stomach and feeling how much it excited him to touch Zhan like that.

And Yibo also felt that Zhan was turned on too. They rubbed their lower bodies together, moaning and forgetting everything around them for a moment, until they were suddenly interrupted by a ring at the door. "Damn it!" Yibo cursed angrily, unwilling to let go of Zhan. He wanted more. Wanted to keep going. More of Zhan and his sweet-tasting lips. To feel his warm, soft skin. To feel Zhan's erect cock against his own.

Finally, however, Yibo stood up, covered Zhan with a woolen blanket that lay on the back of the sofa, as if he had to protect Zhan from the eyes of others, and walked to the door. He picked up the intercom and asked, "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Agent Fang." Yibo heard and pressed the door opener. Turning to Zhan, he said, "It's Agent Fang. One of the head bosses!"

Zhan sat up, straightened his clothes and hair, folded the woolen blanket back up and put it aside and asked, "What does he want here?"

"No idea." Yibo said, looking through the peephole. When Agent Fang was visible, Yibo opened the door and let him into the apartment.

Agent Fang entered the living room, took a closer look at Zhan and then Yibo, saw their red faces, slightly swollen lips and asked, "Did you guys eat hot pot?"

Yibo and Zhan looked at each other in confusion and then Zhan realized why Agent Fang must have thought that. Because he saw Yibo's face and swollen lips now too. "Yes, but unfortunately there's nothing left." Zhan replied hastily. With a glance at Yibo, he saw that Yibo also understood.

"I wasn't hungry anyway. So I just wanted to interrupt you for a moment. It's about the bodies that were found in the forest. I assume Agent Wang has already informed you about what we know so far?" Agent Fang said after sitting down in an armchair.

"Yes, Yibo told me. What about these bodies? And is it true that Agent Lee and this Pete Kapajewski are also among the dead?" Zhan replied and watched in confusion as Yibo awkwardly poured water from a bottle into three glasses and then placed the glasses on the table in front of them.

"Yes, that corresponds to the facts. So it's about the following. A photo of you was found on one of the bodies whose identity has not yet been clearly clarified. It's a male corpse. He had an ID card in his wallet that identified him as Private Detective Ho Ling. But because the body was already too decomposed, we can't say for sure that this is really the dead private detective. We will probably only find out after the autopsy. However, we assume that it is him. During an initial search of his offices, we found a file containing many more photos of you, as well as a report on your daily activities. The last entry in the file was 7 weeks ago. Did you realize at some point that someone had been following you?"

Zhan was perplexed and had no idea. "No, not at all."

"Do you think he might have been working for Mrs. Isari?"

"It's possible. But you'd have to ask Isko."

"I will. Can you think of a reason why a private detective was following you?"

"Well, as far as I know, Mrs. Isari never let me out of her sight. So she followed everything I did. Or rather, how my whole life went. Maybe she hired him to find out more about my everyday life. But I don't know that for sure."

"Well okay." Agent Fang said, writing everything down in a small black notebook and continuing. "There was also a female corpse whose identity has yet to be found out. The body has similar injuries to Mrs. Isari's. But that's not the point. She also had a photo of you Xiao Zhan in her handbag. Unfortunately, we didn't find any ID."

"Someone else with a photo of me?" Zhan was downright shocked. Yibo moved closer to him and held his hand. Agent Fang didn't miss the closeness of the two, but just smiled and nodded.

"I'm afraid that's how it looks. I thought I'd tell you in person. I would also like to urge you once again to leave the house only if you are accompanied and only if it is absolutely necessary."

"Um, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere without Yibo."

"That's right." Yibo confirmed.

"I don't have to look at the bodies, do I? I mean, to tell if I've seen the people before." Zhan asked cautiously.

"No, don't worry. If we do, we'll show you pictures of them. But not their bodies. No one can identify them just by looking at them anyway." Agent Fang explained.

"Good, because I wouldn't have done that. I'm willing to help. But I don't want to see something like that."

"I understand that very well. And don't worry. If there are any costs because you can't work in your office, we will of course compensate you."

"I work from home. It's working quite well at the moment. But of course I hope that I will soon be able to work normally in my office again."

"We're working on making that possible again soon."

"Um Agent Fang?" Zhan asked, a little flustered.

"Yes?"

"Am I allowed to go away? I mean to my parents. With Yibo, of course. If Yibo agrees."

"We have nothing against that. You're relatively safe with your parents. And if Agent Wang accompanies you, that shouldn't be a problem."

"I'd be happy to." Yibo said and began to stroke Zhan's hand without realizing it himself. But Agent Fang didn't miss that either. Again, he just smiled and then concentrated on making notes in his notebook again.

"Good, I'll go over to Isko Isari now. He's still next door with your neighbor, isn't he?" Agent Fang asked.

"Yes, he still lives there. But I don't know if he's in the apartment at the moment. As far as I know, Wen Rouhan and Isko wanted to make some preparations for his return to the Philippines today."

"I understand. Well, I'll try anyway. If you have any news, please contact me. And I'll get back to you when we know something new."

"Okay. Thanks." Zhan said.

"Good, I'll be going now." Agent Fang shook Zhan's hand in farewell and let Yibo walk him to the door. "Take good care of him." He said quietly to Yibo.

"I will sir." Replied Yibo with a smile.

"I know. But I also mean, take care of his heart."

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean. I can see it on the tip of your noses. Make sure no one else finds out about your relationship. You know they'll pull you off this mission otherwise."

"Yes sir."

"Don't worry. I won't reveal anything. I don't mind that you've become close."

"You really don't?"

"No. Besides, everyone needs someone to lean on and relax with."

"My instructor said something similar at the time."

"And it's true. Well, now I have to go. I'll see if Isko Isari is there, if he is, I'll ask him a few questions and then I'll go back to the agency. And you have a nice time with Xiao Zhan." He said and winked at Yibo. Then he hurried to the apartment next door, knocked and was let in.

Yibo returned to Zhan, sat down next to him and said: "Agent Fang must have noticed what's going on between us."

"I see, and what does he say? Is he against it?" Zhan asked nervously.

"No. He says we should have a good time."

"Oh, good."

"And I already know what we could start with." Yibo said with a grin, pushed Zhan onto the sofa so that he was lying under Yibo again and kissed him. They quickly returned to the point where they had been interrupted earlier. Only this time, Zhan was more confident and slipped both hands under Yibo's shirt. He touched every inch of Yibo's back, then his chest and finally his hard abs.

Yibo moaned loudly as Zhan slid his hand deeper and deeper down his body. Deeper and deeper until his hand landed on the bulge of Yibo's trousers. Greedy and moaning, Yibo pressed his tongue into Zhan's mouth and let it play with Zhan's tongue, while Zhan slowly slid his hand into Yibo's trousers and boxer shorts and slowly masturbated Yibo's cock. And Yibo's hand also made its way into Zhan's shorts.

They kissed each other hard and passionately as they masturbated each other to climax. At the same time, they came in each other's hand and then wiped off the cum with handkerchiefs while they kissed each other with red faces, breathing fast, until their bodies calmed down again.

Yibo felt a pleasant weariness that almost put him to sleep. Zhan felt the same way. But they didn't have time to sleep. It was already almost 6 PM. Yibo still had to call Youn and then they had to go shopping at the nearby supermarket so that they could offer Youn and Wooseok some snacks and drinks when they arrived in the evening.

They got up from the sofa, went to the bathroom together, cleaned themselves and then changed. Then they made their way to the supermarket. Yibo was wearing a black baseball cap, which he had pulled low on his face as usual, as well as a mouth and nose mask. And Zhan did the same this time. This made it almost impossible to tell them apart. Both are almost the same height, have almost the same figure. And wore almost identical clothes.

When they reached the supermarket, they put everything on the shopping list into the cart one by one. Zhan then remembered that he still needed shaving foam. They went to the cosmetics department, where a life-size cardboard cut-out of Yibo was waiting for them. The cardboard Yibo was advertising a particular perfume that was new to the store.

Looking at the cardboard cut-out, Zhan had an idea. As the supermarket was practically empty, he said: "Yibo, stand next to it. I want to take a picture of you two."

Yibo nodded, took off his baseball cap and the mouth and nose mask, stood next to his cardboard stand-up figure, put one arm around it and grinned while Zhan quickly took four or five pictures. Yibo then covered his face again and Zhan bought a bottle of the perfume. But only because Yibo could guarantee that it smelled really good.

Back at the apartment, they started preparing for the evening. Yibo helped Zhan as much as he could. And while he was peeling some green cucumbers, he paused for a moment, looked at Zhan and asked: "We're in a relationship now, aren't we? We're not just making out, are we?" He wanted to make sure that he and Zhan were on the same page and both wanted the same thing.

"Um yeah, I guess so. So yeah. We're in a relationship." Replied Zhan, eating a slice of tomato.

"Good, then I'm reassured and happy." Said Yibo, kissing Zhan on the cheek and turning a little red in the face at the thought of what they did on the sofa this afternoon. He had never had anything with anyone. Could never imagine getting involved with a guy anytime in his life. And yet what he and Zhan were doing, every moment, every kiss, every touch, felt completely natural. His hands and body knew exactly what to do, what he wanted. He desired Zhan in a way that he could hardly put into words. But it was a way that was as natural to Yibo as breathing.