Xiao Cheng was walking down to the dormitory lobby while calling Nian Nian, and just as he was about to find someone to accompany him to the school gate, His phone suddenly rang.
“Brother Cheng?”
The voice on the other end of the line was slightly hoarse, with a hint of a nasal tone.
Xiao Cheng felt a sense of relief in his heart, glad that he could finally contact Nian Nian.
“Nian Nian, didn’t you go to school today?”
The sound of water in the background, accompanied by a few coughs, made it hard to hear clearly.
“Nian Nian?”
After a few seconds, Nian Nian’s voice came through again, “Brother Cheng, I think I might have caught a cold.”
“Did you catch a cold?”
Luo Jingshu wiped the water droplets from his face, his eyes still red from lack of sleep, and replied softly, “Maybe.”
Xiao Cheng thought momentarily, “Can I come visit you?”
Luo Jingshu walked out of the bathroom, answering, “If you’re willing, Brother Cheng, I don’t mind.”
“I’m not at home, though.”
When Xiao Cheng arrived, Luo Jingshu had just finished his bath. His upper body was bare except for a towel wrapped around his waist. His pale skin still had water droplets on it.
As the door opened, Xiao Cheng was taken aback for a moment before quickly looking away and stuttering, “Ah, Nian Nian, are you okay?”
Luo Jingshu was drying his hair with a towel. His messy hair covered his eyes, which were still cold and distant. Xiao Cheng could only see his soft, red lips, which were slightly parted, revealing a hoarse voice.
“My head is spinning a bit.”
Xiao Cheng’s gaze fell on Luo Jingshu’s back, and although they were both boys, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, thinking he had intruded on Nian Nian’s private moment.
“I brought you some porridge.”
Luo Jingshu stepped aside, “Brother Cheng, come in.”
Xiao Cheng was at a loss. He wanted to remind Nian Nian to put on some clothes but felt that saying so would be too blunt, revealing his own thoughts.
“Brother Cheng.”
Luo Jingshu smiled slightly, finding Xiao Cheng’s red ears quite amusing.
He remembered the first time they met, when he changed clothes in front of Xiao Cheng, who had shown no reaction.
Had he become so impatient so quickly?
“Hmm?”
Xiao Cheng’s voice was hoarse, his throat dry, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard, his Adam’s apple moving.
Luo Jingshu’s eyes grew darker, and he dropped the towel. He walked towards Xiao Cheng, stopping in front of him and leaning in close.
Xiao Cheng was forced to tilt his head back, his cheek brushing against a soft, slightly wet spot.
Xiao Cheng couldn’t contain his expression, his eyes revealing his agitation. Uncertain of how to react, he grabbed the armrest of the sofa.
What did Nian Nian mean by this?
Luo Jingshu placed one hand on the back of the sofa, as if he were covering Xiao Cheng with his body. His eyes flashed with interest, and he deliberately hooked his finger around Xiao Cheng’s earlobe.
“Brother Cheng, your ears are so red.”
Not just his ears, but Xiao Cheng’s pale skin made his blush even more noticeable, and even his eyes had a hint of moisture, as if he had been bullied.
Luo Jingshu suddenly remembered a video call when Xiao Cheng had revealed his collarbone and shoulders, and how he had never been on guard around him, unaware of how captivating he looked to others.
His little canary indeed had a beautiful face.
Luo Jingshu’s eyes took on a burning, possessive desire.
Xiao Cheng furrowed his brow, struggling to control his reaction. He did not dare let Nian Nian know and could only try to endure.
But his gaze couldn’t help but linger on Nian Nian.
As a young man with a strong temperament, who had just come of age, and was capable of doing things that adults do.
The person he liked was standing right in front of him, half-naked, and Xiao Cheng couldn’t help but have impure thoughts.
“Hmm.”
He gazed at Nian Nian’s body with a burning intensity, and suddenly discovered that Nian Nian had abs.
Even more defined than his own, the beautiful muscle lines were taut, and there was a small black mole on his pale skin.
Xiao Cheng was taken aback, his fingers unconsciously placed on his own abdomen, gently pressing down.
He had never doubted his gong identity, but the fact that the shou’s muscles were more defined didn’t seem right.
Xiao Cheng didn’t know that there was such a thing as a weak gong, and his way of thinking was more like a straight man’s, insisting that the gong had to be stronger than the shou.
Suddenly discovering that he couldn’t compare to Nian Nian, Xiao Cheng began to worry, wondering if he should start going to the gym to lift weights.
Maybe he was a bit too weak now.
Luo Jingshu glanced at Xiao Cheng, who seemed to be lost in thought, and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Brother Cheng, what are you thinking?”
“I was thinking…” Xiao Cheng looked up at him, speaking softly, “Nian Nian, do you think I should start lifting weights?”
Luo Jingshu’s expression turned strange. His gaze fell on Xiao Cheng’s body, measuring him inch by inch.
Xiao Cheng couldn’t describe the feeling, but it was as if he had been stripped bare.
Xiao Cheng’s eyes grew gloomy, and he licked his lips, staring straight into Nian Nian’s eyes.
“No need, Brother Cheng.” Luo Jingshu’s gaze swept over Xiao Cheng’s slender neck, “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Xiao Cheng unconsciously responded, his face burning red. He belatedly realized that their positions were a bit awkward. “Nian Nian?”
Luo Jingshu picked up the hair dryer from behind Xiao Cheng, “I want to dry my hair.”
Oh, he was getting something.
Xiao Cheng hummed in response, and as Luo Jingshu stood up to leave, Xiao Cheng suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Nian Nian.”
Xiao Cheng spoke hoarsely, “Let me help you dry your hair.”
He seemed to have suddenly become bolder, and Luo Jingshu smiled with interest, “Okay.”
Xiao Cheng wasn’t suddenly enlightened; he wasn’t clueless, but he had been cautious before because he wasn’t sure about Nian Nian’s feelings, afraid of scaring him off.
But just now, Xiao Cheng suddenly felt that maybe it wasn’t just a one-sided crush; Nian Nian’s actions seemed to flirt with him.
Was it necessary to use the hair dryer like that?
Xiao Cheng stood behind Nian Nian, his fingers massaging Nian Nian’s hair, his face filled with a curious expression.
He was thinking back to their previous interactions, trying to find evidence to prove that Nian Nian had feelings for him too.
Unfortunately, Xiao Cheng had never experienced that kind of awareness before, and he couldn’t remember anything Nian Nian had done.
It seemed pretty normal.
The soft hair became fluffy, and Xiao Cheng turned off the hair dryer, “Done.”
Luo Jingshu looked down at his phone, and a message suddenly popped up on the screen.
He expressionlessly turned off the screen and looked up at Xiao Cheng. “Brother Cheng, can you get my clothes for me? They’re in the bathroom.”
After Xiao Cheng went into the bathroom, Luo Jingshu looked down at the message on his phone again.
[Let’s meet again tomorrow, I have something to talk to you about]
The person’s profile picture was a bald tree, and the name on the remark was two characters:
Jiang Ying.
