Lawton Hughes was a person who looked aloof and cool, but was a little empty in his heart. After working for seven years, he was promoted to the head of the department and still remained single.

It's not that Lawton was not good-looking. These little intern girls who had just been assigned here always called him "Director Lawton", and was basically fascinated by his gentle and elegant appearance.

But Lawton had a secret. He was incapable in terms of sex

This was a shameful secret that no one knew. He had been taking western medicine and Chinese medicine nonstop, and he even tried aphrodisiac medicine, but there was still no improvement.

So as time went by, he had become synonymous with abstinence in the company. In fact, Lawton didn't want abstinence at all. He wished he could have sex every night.

No one knew that he had mild polyphobia and they didn’t know what he had experienced. He wore a watch on his left waist all the year round, just because there was an ugly scar as if he had died once, and a part of the memory in his mind was also was missing.

"Director Lawton, the general manager is looking for you." Roy said to him, who had just returned from the manager's office.

"OK." Lawton nodded lightly.

He get up from the seat and smoothed the folds of the hem. Even the rim of the rolled shirt must be parallel to the sleeve of the suit. His movement was very serious.

It looked too attractive in the eyes of others.

After Lawton was gone, someone started talking.

"Is Director Lawton married?" A girl who had just joined the company a few days ago asked.

"Married? You think too much. I have been in the company for a long time. I have never seen Director Lawton have a girlfriend."

"He is so handsome, and how can he not even have a girlfriend."

"He is the famous ascetic Mr. Mcdreamy in our company. He is no longer a mortal, do you understand?"

"...Oh." The girl nodded as if she had understood.

When Lawton came out of the manager’s office, a young man walked across from him. He was half a head taller than Lawton. He was dressed in casual clothes. His hair was bleached to gray, and he wore two silver ear studs on his earlobes. He was dressed very trendy. Lawton thought he was someone who went in the wrong place, but the young man didn't dodge and hit his shoulder directly.

The force was so heavy that Lawton took a step back to staedy his body.

Maybe only the relatives of the boss could be so arrogant in the company. He might better not to get involved into trouble. Lawton flicked his shoulder with his hands in disgust before leaving.

This action was seen by the young man, and he stared at Lawton’s back with his dark eyes.

Lawton returned to the department and distributed the tasks assigned by the general manager to the employees below. Today, there were three interns assigned to the department, but only two had come.

There was also a boy named Quent Smith who did not come. Hearing this name, he felt that this boy must be very gentle. He should be very popular among teachers and classmates in school. Lawton's expectations of Quent were higher than others.

Lawton was sitting at his desk reading documents when someone suddenly patted his desk impatiently.

Lawton looked up slightly and saw the young man he met just now.

"Are you the head of this department?"

"Yes."

"I'm Quent, here to report."

"..." Lawton stared at the young man for a few more seconds, trying to confirm why a man with such an appearance would have this name.

"What are you looking at?!" the young man said dissatisfied.

Lawton hid the unpleasant emotions under his eyes and looked away, "You are late today."

The young man walked around the desk to Lawton, leaned into his ear and said, "I don't know why, I think you are asking for fuck at first sight."

If this Quent was as gentle as Lawton imagined, Lawton wouldn't mind being so close to him, but the Quent in front of him was wearing such casual clothes and even said such harassing words to him.

His eyes under the lenses became dark, and Lawton lowered his voice and asked, "This is how you treat your boss?"

"Otherwise, what do you want? Do you want me to kiss you directly in front of so many people?"

"..." Lawton's originally calm face was a little gloomy, and he moved the chair aside to move away from Quent.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"It's work time now. If there is no other thing, please go back to your seat." Lawton said coldly and maintained his basic courtesy.

"You really can't stand a joke." Quent sneered and left Lawton's desk. He the only empty seat by himself in the department.

"..." It turned out to be a joke...

Lawton looked calm as usual on the surface and flipped through the files on the desk, but only he knew what he was thinking in his mind.

There were many people in the company who would call him "Director Lawton" intimately, and occasionally they would have physical contact, but no one could give him such a feeling of throbbing. He didn’t dislike it when he was maliciously harassed by Quent...

Lawton felt that his illness should be completely cured, otherwise a big problem would happen sooner or later. He used to think he was still young, and he might be able to recover someday if he continued to take the medicine. As a result, he was about to be thirty years old. The kids of his peers had gone to elementary school, and the younger ones also went to kindergarten. He had been single for so many years.

After all, it was indeed a bit empty and lonely.

He was always meticulous in the company, but when he returned to his rented apartment, he felt like he had taken off the outer shell. There was a pile of porn videos in the network disk. Lawton had tried all kinds of methods, but there was still no improvement.

Interns who just came to the company would always be assigned a lot of chores. Quent did this to let Lawton know that he was not an ordinary intern who would not complain even if he did too much work.

What Quent hated most was people who liked pretending. He thought Lawton was a person good at hiding himself.

Quent looked handsome, and he was often confessed in college. Among his wooers, there were both men and women, but Quent didn’t have feelings towards men. It was a whim when he said that to Lawton, and he just wanted to see other expressions on Laeton’s calm face. And it really worked as he wished.

Lawton got off work ten minutes later than others. He always left after other people in the company had left to avoid unnecessary physical contact when there were too many people, because he had a slight polyphobia, which was considered less serious now. In the past, going out would scare him, but fortunately, he adjusted a lot later.

He was the only one inside when he entered the elevator. Lawton pressed the button to the first floor and waited for the elevator to close automatically.

Suddenly someone walked in.

"Director Lawton, good afternoon." Quent greeted him.

"..." Lawton didn't respond, but moved his body to the side, leaving a distance between Quent, and didn't want to have contact with this person outside of work.

"You dislike me that much?" Quent seemed a little unhappy. He pushed Lawton's shoulders, and pressed Lawton's body against the elevator.

"There is a surveillance camera in the elevator," Lawton whispered.

"You mean, I can do whatever I want at a place where there is no surveillance?"

"..." Maybe there was a generation gap between them, Quent didn't understand what he wanted to express at all.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened automatically when it reached the first floor.

It happened that a female employee left her belongings in the office and was about to go back to the office to pick it up. She saw this scene where the famous ascetic Mr. Mcdreamy in the company was being caught by Quent, a man...

"Sorry, I didn't see anything. You guys go on!" The female employee had already made up for the big show, blushed and left. She was wearing high heels, but she ran faster than anyone else as if she was not afraid of falling down.

Lawton took this chance, frowned and pushed Quent away.

Although it was only a small reaction, it was enough to surprise Lawton.

After so many years of abstinence, he had seen sexy beauties with good figures, and pure and pleasant girl next door, but he had no reaction at all. He even dressed up and went to the famous red light district of H City to find a lady. He spent a lot of money and chose the most expensive. However, the result was embarrassing...

Lawton still remembered the look in the young lady's eyes, as if she was saying, “You are handsome, but is not capable in terms of sex. You can only be admired but can’t be touched. What a pity.”

So he no longer dared to get too close to others, for fear that his physical abnormalities would be discovered .

Lawton hurriedly stepped out of the elevator and speeded up his pace, lest Quent continue to pester him. His illness had been there for many years, and he even forgot when it started.

The company was not far from the apartment rented by Lawton, and it usually took more than ten minutes for him to walk home.

"Lawton!" someone called his name from behind.

"..." It's just a joke. He was really persistent.

Lawton ignored him. There were so many young and beautiful girls in the company, and Quent should focus on others.

Lawton thought he had dumped him. There was a narrow alley next to the apartment. He usually passed by this place, and he didn't care too much today.

The company had a two-day break system. Lawton planned to go to the hospital for a medical examination this weekend. Quent harassed him., and they were in the same department. It was inevitable that they would meet frequently and have physical contact.

Suddenly someone behind him clenched his wrist.

"Have you had enough?" Lawton looked back and finally abandoned his polite manner.

Quent was only in his twenties, and Lawton really didn't want to get serious with him. His life experience also taught him to hide his emotions. He was obviously very angry, but he still pretended to be calm.

"You just pushed me." Quent was a little bit rascal.

"I apologize. Can you let me go now?" Lawton whispered.

Quent was even more unhappy to see that Lawton was so straightforward. He squeezed Lawton's wrist and led Lawton into the alley.

"An apology is not enough."

"..."

"It's off work now, and there is no surveillance here. What reason do I have to let you go?" Quent raised his eyebrows.

"I should have not offend you before." Lawton thought carefully. Today was indeed the first day he and Quent met. Quent bumped into him when he came out of the office and said those harassing remarks to him. .

And he had never deliberately provoked Quent from beginning to end.

Quent took off Lawton's glasses, and Lawton looked more pleasing to the eye. But Lawton’s hairstyle was too rigid, which made Quent dissatisfied.

Because Lawton stayed in the office all the year round, his skin was white. Probably due to myopia, his eyes were a little lost of focus. His eyelashes were thick and long, and his nose was high. He pressed his thin lips tightly at the moment, because he was extremely uneasy without the glasses.

"Give the glasses to me." Lawton exasperated.

Seeing that Lawton's face was a little rosy due to anger, Quent thought Lawton's shy.

It was really boring to work in the company, and Quent didn't expect to have unexpected fun.

Lawton was not short, and he was not thin, but Quent was deliberately teasing him at the moment, raising his arms so that Lawton couldn't get it.

Sometimes it didn't need any reason for you to dislike someone.

"You are short-sighted. I thought you wore the glasses because they were funny."

"Give it back to me." Lawton slowed down his words as if he was suppressing his anger.

Seeing Lawton's opening and closing lips, Quent pursed his mouth, feeling a little tempted inexplicably.

At first, Quent was meant to embarrass Lawton when he said those harassing words, but now he thought Lawton was really good at pretending.

He had no experience in having a relationship with men. It's okay with him if others were homosexual, but he couldn't stand experiencing it personally.

Quent returned the glasses to Lawton, stopped pestering him, and left.

Lawton put on his glasses. He leaned against the wall, and he didn't have time to organize his clothes. He pressed his temples in distress.

In the past, he only felt that he was physically ill, but now he felt that he was also mentally ill.

Why... would he want Quent to have more physical contact with him?