Chi Yu and Fu Zhi’an had practically grown up together, but in all his memories, Chi Yu couldn’t recall Fu Zhi’an ever saying anything crude. Shocked, Chi Yu stared wide-eyed at the boy in the room who calmly ended the call, ignoring the woman’s continuous chatter on the other end. Fu Zhi’an casually rubbed his head with the towel before draping it around his neck. After tossing the phone, still connected to its charging cable, onto the bathroom counter, Fu Zhi’an turned around and walked to the door.
The narrow doorway was just wide enough for the two of them to stand side by side. Fu Zhi’an looked down at Chi Yu, who hadn’t moved an inch, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Weren’t you going to use the bathroom?”
Chi Yu was standing so close to Fu Zhi’an that he could see the droplets of water still clinging to the boy’s collarbone and the veins running down his muscular arm. The towel wrapped around Fu Zhi’an’s waist seemed to have slipped even lower. Chi Yu quickly turned to the side, hurriedly slipping past Fu Zhi’an into the bathroom, avoiding the sight of his bare chest. His voice was stiff as he spoke. “Get out.”
Fu Zhi’an responded with a low hum and, without a word, turned and left, making sure to close the door behind him.
Chi Yu had felt like his bladder was about to burst just moments ago, but now that he was standing in front of the toilet, the urge to pee had completely vanished. Frustrated, he sat on the toilet lid, staring at the water stains on the floor. His mind flashed back to Fu Zhi’an’s lean waist and well-defined abs. The bathroom was still steamy from the hot shower, and feeling a bit overheated, Chi Yu rubbed the sweat off his neck before deciding to take off his shirt.
Fu Zhi’an lay flat on the bed, hands behind his head, listening to the soft sounds coming from the bathroom as he closed his eyes. Chi Yu emerged from the bathroom, still wearing his sneakers. His damp hair clung to his forehead, partially obstructing his view. He clicked his tongue in annoyance but shut up as soon as he saw Fu Zhi’an lying on the bed. Even when asleep, Fu Zhi’an’s posture was neat and orderly, with his hands resting quietly by his sides.
“He’s quick to strip,” Chi Yu muttered under his breath, hesitating before he took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, reaching out to grab the corner of the blanket. He tugged at it a couple of times but couldn’t budge it. Chi Yu looked down and sighed when he realized the blanket was trapped under his own knee. Propping himself up on one hand, he tried to pull the blanket out from underneath him.
Just as he was about to succeed, a weight suddenly pressed down on his wrist. Chi Yu looked up into Fu Zhi’an’s light brown eyes and quickly glanced away, his heart skipping a beat. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Fu Zhi’an’s grip didn’t loosen. Chi Yu frowned, about to say something, when he noticed the subtle lift of Fu Zhi’an’s eyebrow. For a moment, Chi Yu was distracted, and before he knew it, Fu Zhi’an had pulled him down into a warm embrace. Fu Zhi’an rested his chin on the top of Chi Yu’s damp head, pausing for a moment before speaking in a soft tone, “This shampoo smells pretty good.”
Chi Yu struggled to break free but soon gave up, resigning himself to nestle into Fu Zhi’an’s arms. His voice was muffled. “You use the same shampoo.”
“Doesn’t smell as good on me.”
Fu Zhi’an seemed exhausted. After saying that, he fell silent, the hand on Chi Yu’s waist relaxing its grip. Chi Yu closed his eyes, listening to the hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of a variety show’s commercials from the next room. He shifted slightly, feeling the urge to get some fresh air.
“What are you thinking about?” Fu Zhi’an’s deep, hoarse voice broke the silence, tinged with a hint of fatigue.
“I’m wondering if your abs are real,” Chi Yu replied. In his mind, Fu Zhi’an had always been delicate, with skin so smooth and fair that a strong wind might knock him over.
Before Chi Yu realized what was happening, Fu Zhi’an had already grabbed his hand and placed it on his stomach. Under Chi Yu’s palm, the skin was firm and hot, making him jerk his hand back. Chi Yu glared up at Fu Zhi’an, his dark eyes filled with displeasure. “What’s your problem?”
“You wanted to know if they were real.” Fu Zhi’an’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he raised his brows. His hand slipped under the blanket, lifting the hem of Chi Yu’s shirt to touch his skin. “It’s only fair.”
Chi Yu froze, panic rising as he tried to push Fu Zhi’an’s hand away. Fu Zhi’an hadn’t been using much strength, so with just a light push, his hand slid down easily—coming to rest in a very awkward spot. Chi Yu’s face flushed as he realized something wasn’t quite right.
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