T/L: psst. I’ve updated chapter 66.2 to include the uncensored version~ In case you don’t want to read the brief smut, a quick summary: it’s a quick handjob + edging action
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Reciprocity? Bullshit.
After Young Master Song climaxed, all he wanted to do was just to lie down. He had no energy to serve the other youth. Instead, he lightly nudged Xia Zhiye’s crotch with his foot, saying in a hoarse voice, “Turn on the light and go get my backpack.”
Although Xia Zhiye didn’t understand why Song Yan suddenly asked him to get his backpack, he felt that he better do what he was t0ld without asking why.
He held Song Yan’s ankle lightly, moved his leg, helped him lie down, and pulled a pillow to cushion his waist. Then, he got up, turned the lights on, and went to fetch Song Yan’s backpack.
When he came back with his backpack in tow, Song Yan propped himself up, one leg lazily bent as he laid down sideways.
The corners of his eyes were still tinged with red, but his gaze was cold and indifferent, resembling those heartless scumbags who rely on wealth and looks to seduce others in the realm of romance.
The voice was also indifferent and lazy. “Open.”
Xia Zhiye had never seen this side of Song Yan before, nor had he imagined that Song Yan would reveal such a different demeanor after Xia Zhiye “serviced” him. With a flutter in his heart, he followed his words and opened the backpack.
Song Yan said lazily. “Envelope.”
There was indeed a thick envelope in the bag.
It was the envelope of 5,000 yuan that Song Yan had just returned.
Xia Zhiye faintly felt that something was not right. But he was still adhering to Song Yan’s command, so he took out the envelope as if nothing happened.
Then, Young Master Song gave another command: “Open the envelope, take out two bills, and put the rest back for me.”
Soon, Xia Zhiye held two pink bills in his hand.
Song Yan lazily extended his hand toward him, palm up, and lightly curled his fingers twice. “Give me back 20.”
Xia Zhiye: “?”
Seeing that he didn’t understand, Song Yan reluctantly added a few more words. “You said it yourself, Not 998, not even 888, but only 180 yuan for the ultimate experience I can take home. So what’s the problem with giving me back 20?”
“…”
At that moment, Xia Zhiye could not refute.
So Song Yan really treated him as a prostitute?
Spending the night for only 180 yuan1about 25 USD btw, XZY is cheap?
And the client himself seemed to have had a satisfactory experience. With an unusually good-tempered tone, he said, “No cash, WeChat transfer is fine.” Then, he casually turned off the switch by the bedside and lazily retreated back under the covers.
Left alone, Xia Zhiye stood stiffly by the bed with 200 yuan in his hand, resembling a resentful husband who had been played and abandoned by a scumbag before even having a chance to enjoy himself.
Suffocated.
He hated it.
He wanted to pick Song Yan up and “educated” him.
But he didn’t dare to do that.
He could only sit on the bed, while trying to secretly lift the quilt, whispering coquettishly: “Yan-ge, I feel uncomfortable.”
Song Yan remained indifferent, yanking back the covers and shoving him by his foot in hte process. “Can’t you feel uncomfortable on your own?”
“…” Xia Zhiye thought of the soft touch of Song Yan’s foot just now. “Yan-ge, you can’t be so cruel to me.”
Song Yan turned around and glanced at him. “Didn’t you say I can do whatever I want when I’m angry? So you don’t think that this time doesn’t count?”
“…no.”
“This is punishment, what’s your complaint?”
“…nothing.”
“Go sleep then, since you don’t have any complaints. I’m sleepy.”
Song Yan bundled up, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep sweetly after he felt at ease.
Xia Zhiye could only feel his throbbing nether region, raring to go and wanted to have a play, but was forced to accept this horrific punishment instead. He walked to the bathroom.
Water flowed down from the shower, to the top of his head, while his hand supported his body by leaning against the wall. He recalled Song Yan’s lovely appearance just now – swan-like neck, arched back, reddened eyes, tight waistline…
He let out a long groan.
Song Yan must have been sent by God to torture him.
Not only did it test his integrity and character, but it also tested the legal and moral bottom line of a young man full of vigor, yet he found himself powerless in the situation.
How come his love story was not as good as that of the “Overbearing Prince’s Malewife Subordinate”?
As soon as he remembered the overbearing prince’s malewife, Xia Zhiye recalled the dream he had a long time ago. It made him even more aroused.
Xia Zhiye once again determined that Song Yan was a torment sent by God.
So even if it’s just for the sake of his physical and mental well-being, it’s important to make Song Yan realize his position sooner rather than later.
So when Xia Zhiye finally finished his half-hour cold shower and emerged, he walked over to where Song Yan was sleeping soundly. Looking at his harmless face in sleep, he lowered his head fiercely and planted a kiss on his lips.
“You little rascal, you relied on me not being able to do anything to you in return.”
And Song Yan, who was kissed fiercely by him, was dissatisfied by this disturbance. His sleeping face frowned, his body turned over, letting Xia Zhiye face his back side.
Then, the corner of Song Yan’s lips raised.
‘Yes, you can’t do anything to me.’
‘Big perv.’
When Song Yan woke up the next morning, he felt unusually refreshed. He took an early morning shower.
Xia Zhiye’s lower eyelid actually appeared light blue.
Because his skin was fair, this bit of this bruised blue looked particularly conspicuous. So much so that when Little Fatty saw them enter the classroom, he couldn’t help but ask, “Lord Xia, did you indulge a bit too much?”
“I did.”
It was all thanks to Song Yan who gave him this opportunity.
After casually helping Song Yan get the hot water, Xia Zhiye lazily sat back down. As soon as he sat down, he noticed the two stacks of cards and various small gift boxes inside his and Song Yan’s table locker.
“Is our class a tourist attraction? Why is anyone able to come in?”
Xia Zhiye didn’t pay attention to his own pile of gifts. Instead, he casually picked one from Song Yan’s pile. As soon as he opened it, he saw a card that said: [Song Yan, Merry Christmas. Maybe you don’t know me, but I’ve been silently watching you for a long time.]
Instantly feeling jealous, he vented his frustration on the innocent bystanders around him.
However, the innocent bystanders were not entirely innocent either.
Little Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen were holding piles of melon seeds and chatting. “Not all of them were delivered by themselves. Most of them were handed over via us. Hey, just this one errand can net us a bag of chips.”
Xia Zhiye glanced at the heart-shaped box of chocolates that Song Yan was examining, reached out, grabbed it, and placed it in front of Little Fatty. “Two bags of potato chips, take them back for me.”
“Okay!”
Little Fatty happily agreed.
Zhao Ruiwen is still a little confused. “No, I didn’t get it. Lord Xia, why did you want to give back Yan-ge’s chocolates?”
‘Because Laozi is jealous, why else?’
But Xia Zhiye couldn’t say this, because Song Yan obviously didn’t plan to come out now, so he could only casually say: “Because our Yan-ge has bad teeth and can’t eat sweets.”
“Oh, is that so? Alright then.” Zhao Ruiwen pointed to a box next to him, “Someone sent an electric toothbrush, ah.”
“…?”
Who on earth gave someone an electric toothbrush as a Christmas gift?
Is this a gift someone would give to a boy they like??
Xia Zhiye realized he couldn’t understand the thought process of girls nowadays at all. Annoyed, he picked up the electric toothbrush and threw it back in front of Zhao Ruiwen. “Give it back to her.”
Zhao Ruiwen: “?”
Xia Zhiye: “Our Yan-ge hate this automatic stuff. He prefers manually doing it2this is kinda an innuendo, as handjobs sometimes can be referred as “manual” (gear-shifting) action. XZY said Song Yan prefers the “manual action” .”
Zhao Ruiwen: “??”
There is still such a person in this day of age?
Before he could finish his surprise, another pen was thrown in front of him. “This type of pen is uncomfortable to hold, it will make his hand ache.”
Zhao Ruiwen: “…?”
His curiousity couldn’t be held back. He asked,
I couldn’t hold back, and asked: “Forgive my boldness, but could it be that Yan-ge has some connection to the Princess and the Pea? Why is he so delicate? Or perhaps he is the princess himself?”
‘You are the princess!!’
After being labeled as “squeamish” unjustly, Song Yan glanced at Xia Zhiye angrily, intending to give him a warning.
Not only did Xia Zhiye not humbly repent, but he also arrogantly propped up his head with one hand and continued to pick through the gifts with the other.
When he picked up a crystal ball: “Our Yan-ge hates this kind of unscientific thing the most.”
When he picked up another pair of cashmere gloves: “Black is too tacky, there is no pink to complement his skin color.”
When he picked up a box of love bento: “Our Yan-ge is allergic to lettuce. Is the giver trying to assassinate him for money or something?”
Finally, when he picked up a thick love letter: “Our Yan-ge aspires to be the top scorer in the college entrance examination. How can he let puppy love affect his study progress?”
“In conclusion, all these things need to be returned.” Xia Zhiye pushed everything on the table in front of Little Fatty, then leaned lazily back in his chair. “Delivery fee: one bag of potato chips.”
Little Fatty seemed to anticipate everything. He put down his melon seeds, clapped his hands, and pulled out a large black plastic bag from under the table. As he stuffed things into it, he asked, “And what about yours, Lord Xia?”
“Send it back together, I’ll give you another bag of chips.”
“Aye-aye!” Little Fatty was very skilled in business and took the initiative to provide additional services. “Do we need to publicize that both of you are already taken so they will stop trying to sow discord?”
Xia Zhiye didn’t even think about it. “Mn. Do it.”
When he said that, he realized that something was wrong.
Zhao Ruiwen next to them swallowed a melon seed in surprise. “Wait? I know Lord Xia has an online dating partner, but since when Yan-ge is taken? Is she from our school? Do I know her? Is she cute? Does she have single female friends?”
He let out a series of innocent and sincere inquiries.
Little Fatty: “…”
Xia Zhiye: “…”
Song Yan: “…”
After a brief silence, Song Yan responded coldly yet naturally, “Not from our school, but Beijing instead. Yes, very cute.”
Zhao Ruiwen wanted confirmation. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Can you show me just how cute a girl needs to be to win over our Yan-ge? I’m really, really curious.” Zhao Ruiwen blinked. His eyes, filled with curiosity, looked expectantly at Song Yan.
Song Yan: “…”
Reason told him that he could kick Zhao Ruiwen away at this moment.
However, his overwhelming sense of guilt caused him to lose his rationality. He took out his phone and opened Shen Jiayan’s Moments. “Take a look.”
The Sweetest Little Milk Strawberry in the World.
Cutesy, pastel-pink avatar.
Filled with game screenshots and various [Gege is the best ↖(^ω^)↗] records, saccharine sweet, full of girlish charm.
“Wow, she looks like a very cute girl.”
Zhao Ruiwen sighed with sincere envy, “Yan-ge, you are really lucky.”
Song Yan calmly retracted his phone. “Mm, yeah.”
Beside him, Xia Zhiye reached his fingers out in front of Song Yan, tapping gently, and asked nonsensically, “Who’s cuter, him3XZY (and SY) uses “他” which is masculine/gender-neutral or me?”
Zhao Ruiwen, who had completely believed Song Yan’s nonsense, slowly put a question mark: “?”
What’s wrong with the atmosphere?
Who ate lemons in winter?
Why did he feel the air tinged with a hint of sourness?
Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, gritted his teeth, and aggressively whispered, “Why do you want to be compared to him?”
Xia Zhiye certainly wouldn’t stoop to the level of being jealous of Shen Jiayan like a single-celled microbe. He just wanted to seize the opportunity to evoke Song Yan’s guilt and sympathy. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow. “He’s already your girlfriend, and as your best male friend, undoubtedly, how can’t I compare? Or are you implying that I’m inferior to him?”
He knew Xia Zhiye did it on purpose.
But Song Yan still felt that he was wrong.
After all, it was his own choice to engage in an underground romance, leaving Xia Zhiye without even a proper status. So, restraining the impulse to kick Xia Zhiye away, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out: “You’re cute.”
His answer might be ambiguous, but it was enough. Xia Zhiye tilted his head, eyes curved up into a smile. “Who is cute? I don’t seem to hear it clearly, can you say it again?”
Song Yan held back his anger. “You *&%”
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly. “Huh?”
Song Yan held back his anger again. “＊&% -ute.”
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly again. “Huh?”
Song Yan couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. “Are you deaf or something?!”
He picked up the brick-like Oxford English-Chinese dictionary from his table and smashed it at Xia Zhiye.
The thickness of the book and the ferocity in the atmosphere frightened Zhao Ruiwen, who quickly dropped the melon seeds in his hands and hugged Song Yan. “Yan-ge, don’t be impulsive. It’s not worth it. Lord Xia is just joking, don’t take it seriously. I believe he can get along well with your girlfriend. Coincidentally, Little Fatty and I are planning a camping trip for New Year’s. Why don’t we invite your girlfriend to join us so everyone can get to know each other?”
Song Yan’s fingers holding the brick-like book froze on the spot.
Zhao Ruiwen looked at Xia Zhiye in a rational manner. “Lord Xia, you can also bring your online dating partner. We can help check her, in case she was stringing you along. Since there will be many people, it will be very lively, isn’t that great?”
Song Yan’s fingers holding the brick-like book were about to break.
Zhao Ruiwen, still unaware, continued to play the role of the kind-hearted mediator. “Oh, by the way, I heard that Zhou Ziqiu has recently started an online relationship and is planning to meet up. Why don’t we invite them too and organize a couples camping trip?”
At that moment, Song Yan wondered if Xia Zhiye would help him dispose of the body if he used the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary in his hand to smash Zhao Ruiwen to death.
Xia Zhiye would.
So Song Yan swung the lethal weapon in his hand without hesitation.
Zhao Ruiwen can die, but this kind of camping cannot be held.
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