An Wuyang stupidly got into the car, and all he could think about in his mind was the somewhat weary appearance of Mr. Huo, which was quite shocking.
He thought that occasional absent-mindedness due to thinking about the other was already quite serious.
Little did he know that Mr. Huo was the legendary type with a love-struck brain.
An Wuyang was somewhat surprised, but his heart felt warm and a bit tender.
“Well, I promise you. Before the baby is born, I won’t leave you,” An Wuyang touched his slightly bulging belly and whispered the assurance.
The mature man driving in front snorted lightly, “I’ll remember that. Hope you can keep your promise.”
“I will,” An Wuyang quickly replied.
The sweet words of the little angel, the president couldn’t resist, nor did he want to resist.
After bringing the little angel back, the desolate atmosphere in the house was instantly swept away.
Aunt Zhang was cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard their voices, she came out and saw An Wuyang happily saying, “Yunchuan, you finally came back? Aunt Zhang missed you.”
An Wuyang, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched his head and replied, “Aunt Zhang, I missed you too.”
The man standing beside him smiled faintly.
“I’ll take a shower.” Huo Yunchuan walked past An Wuyang, creating a light breeze.
Aunt Zhang smiled at the somewhat stunned young man and said, “Mr. Huo has been busy with work these past few days, probably hasn’t slept well for several days. Aunt Zhang finds it tough for him.”
Before, she thought Huo Yunchuan was a bit fierce.
After spending a long time with him, she realized that no matter how stern Huo Yunchuan appeared, he was always very careful when dealing with An Wuyang.
It’s really like holding a precious treasure, afraid it might fly away, and holding it so gently as if afraid it might melt.
An Wuyang nodded, first packed up his backpack, and changed into home clothes.
“Ah.” He sighed, and a faint sorrow appeared between his handsome and delicate eyebrows.
He really didn’t know that Mr. Huo was the type who couldn’t be separated from others so much.
Advertisement
If the other had said earlier, he wouldn’t have left for so long, causing unnecessary guilt.
After finishing his busy work, An Wuyang sat down and took out his phone to check on his buddy Xiaopang, who was in a ‘tricky situation.’
—How are you today? Handsome.
Being called handsome might have been the most anticipated thing in Xiaopang’s life, but now the situation had changed, and the words ‘handsome’ were full of shadows for him.
Xiaopang complained with mixed feelings.
—Don’t call me handsome. If I had known that losing weight would make me so handsome, I would have preferred to stay fat.
—Oh, that’s no fun.
Xiaopang felt like spitting blood, plus heartache.
—You know nothing.
An Wuyang thought about it, and Xiaopang wasn’t the type of person to talk about such matters.
Advertisement
—What’s really going on?
—Ah, too handsome, almost got picked up the soap.
—…
—Scared you, right? Damn it, forget about these things. How’s the situation at your school? Are there many beauties? I heard there are a lot of beauties at Business University [smirking emoji].
An Wuyang casually made up some facts.
—Yes, quite a few beauties.
But after that, he never received Xiaopang’s reply.
Calling him didn’t get any response either, and An Wuyang became extremely worried.
Huo Yunchuan walked into the bedroom with a bit of steam, took off his shirt; usually, when no one was at home, he would just come in naked.
Because of the shower, his stern face seemed softer than usual.
Advertisement
His eyes were filled with a lazy taste, like a lion about to enter hibernation.
“If you keep staring at me, I won’t be polite to you,” Huo Yunchuan sensed the young man’s gaze from the corner of his eye, his heart warm and numb, but his face didn’t show it.
He wanted An Wuyang, thinking about it every night and unable to sleep.
This fact had never been put on the surface, fearing it might scare the other person.
Huo Yunchuan had always been cool and indifferent, and that was probably 80% for his own benefit.
“What impolite thing?” The young man had no sense of danger at all, instead patting the seat beside him. “Come sit here quickly.”
Huo Yunchuan almost wanted to spit blood, but at the same time, he felt so beautiful that he was bubbling inside.
“What are you doing?” The big lion sat next to the little wife. His deep eyes secretly peered, sooner or later…
He licked his wet lips, his mind active.
“I’m sorry about the long break,” the fair hand grasped the one slightly larger than it, saying, “You look very tired. How about I give you a hand and foot massage, and massage your neck?”
Advertisement
Huo Yunchuan’s scalp tingled again and tightened.
Not sure what came to his mind, he said, “No need, I’ll just lie down for a while.”
His eagle-like eyes turned around the fair hand, then left.
“Sure, lie down quickly,” An Wuyang pushed the reluctant Huo Yunchuan down, ignoring his ‘resistance,’ and started massaging and kneading with a ‘domineering’ approach, starting from his arms.
“…,” Huo Yunchuan lay down on the bed with a strange expression, stiffly allowing the other to do as he pleased.
He suddenly closed his eyes and made an almost inaudible sound.
While diligently massaging, the busy little bee asked, “How’s the pressure?”
Huo Yunchuan hummed lightly with a nasal tone, “Hmm.” It felt pretty good.
As for the pressure the other mentioned, forgive him for being straightforward, he hadn’t felt it yet.
An Wuyang, however, felt like he had put in tremendous effort. After all the massaging, his hands were sore, and he wondered if he had accidentally caused pain to Huo Yunchuan’s muscles and joints.
That’s what he earnestly thought.
Huo Yunchuan, feeling drowsy and on the verge of sleep, heard a voice.
“Yunchuan, are you sleepy? If you are, just sleep.”
After a while, Huo Yunchuan felt a hand covering his face, gently touching it.
He felt calm and gradually fell into a peaceful sleep.
An Wuyang looked at the sleeping face, the dark circles under the eyes more prominent, and frowned slightly.
He muttered to himself about how many days it would take to recover those dark circles.
Then he got up and left the bedroom.
Finally, there was time to see the balcony and the beloved plants.
Then he picked up the abandoned baking tools and spent the entire morning with Aunt Zhang.
He made matcha cookies because the process was simple, and they turned out better than the chiffon cake from the other day.
An Wuyang prepared to let them cool before putting them in beautifully crafted bags.
“Aunt Zhang, I made so many matcha cookies. How about taking a portion for lunch?” He said, preparing a large portion.
How could Aunt Zhang bear to refuse? She nodded happily, “Okay, thank you.”
“You’re too polite,” An Wuyang smiled. After packing the matcha cookies, he took off the gloves and checked the time.
It was already half-past eleven, and the man in the house had only slept for less than two hours.
“I’ll have lunch by myself. You don’t have to wake Yunchuan.” An Wuyang told Aunt Zhang.
At four o’clock in the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan finally woke up.
Finding that it was already late, he got up, shook his head, and moved his upper body a bit.
The irritability that had plagued him for days disappeared after a good night’s sleep.
“Wuyang?” Turning his head, Huo Yunchuan found An Wuyang snuggled up beside him.
The latter was still asleep, peacefully with rosy cheeks, truly a typical eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man.
Before An Wuyang woke up, Huo Yunchuan, leaning on his arm, lowered his head and pecked the young man’s forehead.
Then he got up, freshened up, had something to eat, and soon immersed himself in the gym.
Having spent the past few days enjoying a self-sufficient life at home, An Wuyang needed to readjust to the atmosphere of being fed by others at night.
However, he didn’t mind; it was just that he felt a bit embarrassed when Huo Yunchuan occasionally responded.
An Wuyang blushed, but Huo Yunchuan seemed completely oblivious, maintaining an appearance that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“Focus on eating, why do you care so much?” Huo Yunchuan said, showing no signs of what had transpired, still looking as if nothing had happened.
An Wuyang was quite admiring of him because it was impossible to treat such matters as if nothing had happened. It was evident that it was a bit uncomfortable.
“I don’t care; I’ll just move to another seat.” The young man tried to make his voice sound calm.
Ignoring him, Huo Yunchuan said lightly, “Other than my lap, where else would you want to sit?”
An Wuyang was stunned. Cheeks turned red within a second.
“When you were a child, how did you grow up? Was it by eating cuteness?” Huo Yunchuan asked seriously, “Did you eat?”
“No, I didn’t,” An Wuyang blurted out.
Huo Yunchuan chuckled, quickly kissed the corner of his mouth with a grain of rice on it, and said, “I don’t believe you. You must have eaten.”
“You…” Still eating!
“Wuyang.” Huo Yunchuan resumed seriousness, changing his expression within a second, somewhat helpless. “Stop daydreaming; even kindergarten kids eat more efficiently than you.”
Feeling unjustly accused, An Wuyang didn’t want to talk to Huo Yunchuan anymore: “…”
With two days left in the long holiday, they briefly discussed and decided to return to the Huo family for a meal.
Various tasks piled up, making An Wuyang feel a bit tired during this extended holiday.
But once it was over, he breathed a sigh of relief.
His good friend, Little Chubby, however, seemed to have suffered a lot as the holiday came to an end.
“I don’t want to go back to school…” Xue Jiyang complained to his high school buddy over the phone.
The friend consoled him, saying it’s just post-holiday syndrome, a very normal thing.
Normal, my foot! There’s a gay guy at school who’s interested in me. How can I face An Wuyang?
He vented a few complaints, then went on with whatever he needed to do.
“Xue, I’ve arranged your bedding for you. When are you coming back to school?”
Seeing the message, Little Chubby sneered. It was from the same person who pretended to be a good and diligent student but always tried to take advantage of him behind the scenes.
Xue Jiyang recalled that he regretted meddling when he happened to pass by the situation, and he also regretted helping someone from a poor family later on. The person had been given some work, making him feel regretful and trapped.
“When it’s time for school, I’ll go back. Why do you keep asking unnecessary questions? I’m not your family’s pet dog,” replied Xue Jiyang, not holding back.
The one receiving his text was a tall and slender young man with a particularly handsome face but dressed very casually. Standing next to Xue Jiyang, who was in branded clothes, he looked like a lackey.
“Oh, I have class tomorrow morning. I suggest you come back this afternoon,” the young man texted back, his expression likely as cold and indifferent as the messages he sent.
Xue Jiyang felt a headache. If Xie Ran, who he was with at night, was equally indifferent, he would have run back to school long ago.
In reality, Xie Ran squeezed into his bed every night, hugging and snuggling, and couldn’t be woken up!
After finally waking up the next morning, he was met with a cold, indifferent gaze. Wow, it made him want to vomit blood!
But indeed, there were classes tomorrow morning.
Xue Jiyang still maintained a passion for learning; he didn’t want to lose his study-loving aura just because he entered university.
In the past, when he was still chubby, becoming a top student was just to boost his confidence.
Now that he had slimmed down and became handsome, Xue Jiyang looked back and realized that he genuinely loved studying.
In the afternoon, he swiftly packed up and went back to school.
Opening the door to Room 303, there was no one inside. After all, it was an extended holiday, and everyone went out for fun.
Xue Jiyang was happy for a moment, but a tall, slender figure emerged from the bathroom. A glance from those faint eyes made it clear it was none other than Xie Ran.
Before the ‘sleep paralysis’ incident happened, Xue Jiyang used to be very talkative with Xie Ran.
Now, things had changed, and he greeted Xie Ran nonchalantly, “Classmate Xie.”
This term was invented by Xie Ran, polite yet distant. It suited the current situation well.
The delicate-faced Xie Ran nodded and asked, “Was there traffic on the way?”
Sitting lazily in front of the clean desk, Xue Jiyang replied, “Isn’t Beijing always congested? You’re asking redundant questions.”
Xie Ran said, “It’s my first time in Beijing.”
He sat down in front of his desk, which had nothing but a few books. Matters like course selection were done on Xue Jiyang’s computer.
“Hmph.” They say chubby people have a soft heart, but Little Chubby felt that even if he became as fast as lightning, he couldn’t change this annoying habit of his. “It’s six o’clock; I’m going to the cafeteria for dinner.” Annoyed, he asked, “Are you coming?”
“Sure,” Xie Ran agreed without refusal.
Xue Jiyang sighed, “Let’s go.” While checking the sky, he secretly vowed that if that guy climbed onto his bed again tonight, he would kick him down hard.
At ten o’clock in the evening, after Xue Jiyang finished showering and climbed into his bed, he looked at the person next door who was still reading. “Xie Ran.”
Because he was called by his name, the person turned to look at him.
This face, if it were on a girl, would be perfect…
Xue Jiyang sighed, then cleared his throat. “Don’t come to squeeze me at night, OK? I don’t like sleeping with a big brother who carries a sword.”
Frowning, Xie Ran said, “I don’t like it either.”
“That’s really great.” Xue Jiyang nodded. He felt relieved, thinking that speaking up about it felt refreshing.
At eleven o’clock late at night, Xie Ran put down his books and climbed into his bed to sleep.
After more than half an hour, he got up silently, changed positions, and headed to Xue Jiyang’s bed.
Xue Jiyang was awakened in the middle of the night, and upon seeing it was Xie Ran again, that guy was nestled in his arms, pressing and snuggling comfortably. Finding a secure spot, he slept soundly with a slap: “I rely on… Xie Ran? Xie Ran!”
—–
Author’s note:
Xiao Xie is the dominant one, the impoverished academic achiever with hidden strength X the wealthy second-generation, sunny, gentle, and straightforward Xiao Xue. For Xiao Xue, this character setting is like poison.
The secondary couple has limited screen time, occasionally appearing, but the main focus is on bringing the baby into the story. In about three or two chapters, stay tuned!
An Wuyang stupidly got into the car, and all he could think about in his mind was the somewhat weary appearance of Mr. Huo, which was quite shocking.
He thought that occasional absent-mindedness due to thinking about the other was already quite serious.
Little did he know that Mr. Huo was the legendary type with a love-struck brain.
An Wuyang was somewhat surprised, but his heart felt warm and a bit tender.
“Well, I promise you. Before the baby is born, I won’t leave you,” An Wuyang touched his slightly bulging belly and whispered the assurance.
The mature man driving in front snorted lightly, “I’ll remember that. Hope you can keep your promise.”
“I will,” An Wuyang quickly replied.
The sweet words of the little angel, the president couldn’t resist, nor did he want to resist.
After bringing the little angel back, the desolate atmosphere in the house was instantly swept away.
Aunt Zhang was cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard their voices, she came out and saw An Wuyang happily saying, “Yunchuan, you finally came back? Aunt Zhang missed you.”
An Wuyang, feeling a bit embarrassed, scratched his head and replied, “Aunt Zhang, I missed you too.”
The man standing beside him smiled faintly.
“I’ll take a shower.” Huo Yunchuan walked past An Wuyang, creating a light breeze.
Aunt Zhang smiled at the somewhat stunned young man and said, “Mr. Huo has been busy with work these past few days, probably hasn’t slept well for several days. Aunt Zhang finds it tough for him.”
Before, she thought Huo Yunchuan was a bit fierce.
After spending a long time with him, she realized that no matter how stern Huo Yunchuan appeared, he was always very careful when dealing with An Wuyang.
It’s really like holding a precious treasure, afraid it might fly away, and holding it so gently as if afraid it might melt.
An Wuyang nodded, first packed up his backpack, and changed into home clothes.
“Ah.” He sighed, and a faint sorrow appeared between his handsome and delicate eyebrows.
He really didn’t know that Mr. Huo was the type who couldn’t be separated from others so much.
Advertisement
If the other had said earlier, he wouldn’t have left for so long, causing unnecessary guilt.
After finishing his busy work, An Wuyang sat down and took out his phone to check on his buddy Xiaopang, who was in a ‘tricky situation.’
—How are you today? Handsome.
Being called handsome might have been the most anticipated thing in Xiaopang’s life, but now the situation had changed, and the words ‘handsome’ were full of shadows for him.
Xiaopang complained with mixed feelings.
—Don’t call me handsome. If I had known that losing weight would make me so handsome, I would have preferred to stay fat.
—Oh, that’s no fun.
Xiaopang felt like spitting blood, plus heartache.
—You know nothing.
An Wuyang thought about it, and Xiaopang wasn’t the type of person to talk about such matters.
Advertisement
—What’s really going on?
—Ah, too handsome, almost got picked up the soap.
—…
—Scared you, right? Damn it, forget about these things. How’s the situation at your school? Are there many beauties? I heard there are a lot of beauties at Business University [smirking emoji].
An Wuyang casually made up some facts.
—Yes, quite a few beauties.
But after that, he never received Xiaopang’s reply.
Calling him didn’t get any response either, and An Wuyang became extremely worried.
Huo Yunchuan walked into the bedroom with a bit of steam, took off his shirt; usually, when no one was at home, he would just come in naked.
Because of the shower, his stern face seemed softer than usual.
Advertisement
His eyes were filled with a lazy taste, like a lion about to enter hibernation.
“If you keep staring at me, I won’t be polite to you,” Huo Yunchuan sensed the young man’s gaze from the corner of his eye, his heart warm and numb, but his face didn’t show it.
He wanted An Wuyang, thinking about it every night and unable to sleep.
This fact had never been put on the surface, fearing it might scare the other person.
Huo Yunchuan had always been cool and indifferent, and that was probably 80% for his own benefit.
“What impolite thing?” The young man had no sense of danger at all, instead patting the seat beside him. “Come sit here quickly.”
Huo Yunchuan almost wanted to spit blood, but at the same time, he felt so beautiful that he was bubbling inside.
“What are you doing?” The big lion sat next to the little wife. His deep eyes secretly peered, sooner or later…
He licked his wet lips, his mind active.
“I’m sorry about the long break,” the fair hand grasped the one slightly larger than it, saying, “You look very tired. How about I give you a hand and foot massage, and massage your neck?”
Advertisement
Huo Yunchuan’s scalp tingled again and tightened.
Not sure what came to his mind, he said, “No need, I’ll just lie down for a while.”
His eagle-like eyes turned around the fair hand, then left.
“Sure, lie down quickly,” An Wuyang pushed the reluctant Huo Yunchuan down, ignoring his ‘resistance,’ and started massaging and kneading with a ‘domineering’ approach, starting from his arms.
“…,” Huo Yunchuan lay down on the bed with a strange expression, stiffly allowing the other to do as he pleased.
He suddenly closed his eyes and made an almost inaudible sound.
While diligently massaging, the busy little bee asked, “How’s the pressure?”
Huo Yunchuan hummed lightly with a nasal tone, “Hmm.” It felt pretty good.
As for the pressure the other mentioned, forgive him for being straightforward, he hadn’t felt it yet.
An Wuyang, however, felt like he had put in tremendous effort. After all the massaging, his hands were sore, and he wondered if he had accidentally caused pain to Huo Yunchuan’s muscles and joints.
That’s what he earnestly thought.
Huo Yunchuan, feeling drowsy and on the verge of sleep, heard a voice.
“Yunchuan, are you sleepy? If you are, just sleep.”
After a while, Huo Yunchuan felt a hand covering his face, gently touching it.
He felt calm and gradually fell into a peaceful sleep.
An Wuyang looked at the sleeping face, the dark circles under the eyes more prominent, and frowned slightly.
He muttered to himself about how many days it would take to recover those dark circles.
Then he got up and left the bedroom.
Finally, there was time to see the balcony and the beloved plants.
Then he picked up the abandoned baking tools and spent the entire morning with Aunt Zhang.
He made matcha cookies because the process was simple, and they turned out better than the chiffon cake from the other day.
An Wuyang prepared to let them cool before putting them in beautifully crafted bags.
“Aunt Zhang, I made so many matcha cookies. How about taking a portion for lunch?” He said, preparing a large portion.
How could Aunt Zhang bear to refuse? She nodded happily, “Okay, thank you.”
“You’re too polite,” An Wuyang smiled. After packing the matcha cookies, he took off the gloves and checked the time.
It was already half-past eleven, and the man in the house had only slept for less than two hours.
“I’ll have lunch by myself. You don’t have to wake Yunchuan.” An Wuyang told Aunt Zhang.
At four o’clock in the afternoon, Huo Yunchuan finally woke up.
Finding that it was already late, he got up, shook his head, and moved his upper body a bit.
The irritability that had plagued him for days disappeared after a good night’s sleep.
“Wuyang?” Turning his head, Huo Yunchuan found An Wuyang snuggled up beside him.
The latter was still asleep, peacefully with rosy cheeks, truly a typical eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man.
Before An Wuyang woke up, Huo Yunchuan, leaning on his arm, lowered his head and pecked the young man’s forehead.
Then he got up, freshened up, had something to eat, and soon immersed himself in the gym.
Having spent the past few days enjoying a self-sufficient life at home, An Wuyang needed to readjust to the atmosphere of being fed by others at night.
However, he didn’t mind; it was just that he felt a bit embarrassed when Huo Yunchuan occasionally responded.
An Wuyang blushed, but Huo Yunchuan seemed completely oblivious, maintaining an appearance that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
“Focus on eating, why do you care so much?” Huo Yunchuan said, showing no signs of what had transpired, still looking as if nothing had happened.
An Wuyang was quite admiring of him because it was impossible to treat such matters as if nothing had happened. It was evident that it was a bit uncomfortable.
“I don’t care; I’ll just move to another seat.” The young man tried to make his voice sound calm.
Ignoring him, Huo Yunchuan said lightly, “Other than my lap, where else would you want to sit?”
An Wuyang was stunned. Cheeks turned red within a second.
“When you were a child, how did you grow up? Was it by eating cuteness?” Huo Yunchuan asked seriously, “Did you eat?”
“No, I didn’t,” An Wuyang blurted out.
Huo Yunchuan chuckled, quickly kissed the corner of his mouth with a grain of rice on it, and said, “I don’t believe you. You must have eaten.”
“You…” Still eating!
“Wuyang.” Huo Yunchuan resumed seriousness, changing his expression within a second, somewhat helpless. “Stop daydreaming; even kindergarten kids eat more efficiently than you.”
Feeling unjustly accused, An Wuyang didn’t want to talk to Huo Yunchuan anymore: “…”
With two days left in the long holiday, they briefly discussed and decided to return to the Huo family for a meal.
Various tasks piled up, making An Wuyang feel a bit tired during this extended holiday.
But once it was over, he breathed a sigh of relief.
His good friend, Little Chubby, however, seemed to have suffered a lot as the holiday came to an end.
“I don’t want to go back to school…” Xue Jiyang complained to his high school buddy over the phone.
The friend consoled him, saying it’s just post-holiday syndrome, a very normal thing.
Normal, my foot! There’s a gay guy at school who’s interested in me. How can I face An Wuyang?
He vented a few complaints, then went on with whatever he needed to do.
“Xue, I’ve arranged your bedding for you. When are you coming back to school?”
Seeing the message, Little Chubby sneered. It was from the same person who pretended to be a good and diligent student but always tried to take advantage of him behind the scenes.
Xue Jiyang recalled that he regretted meddling when he happened to pass by the situation, and he also regretted helping someone from a poor family later on. The person had been given some work, making him feel regretful and trapped.
“When it’s time for school, I’ll go back. Why do you keep asking unnecessary questions? I’m not your family’s pet dog,” replied Xue Jiyang, not holding back.
The one receiving his text was a tall and slender young man with a particularly handsome face but dressed very casually. Standing next to Xue Jiyang, who was in branded clothes, he looked like a lackey.
“Oh, I have class tomorrow morning. I suggest you come back this afternoon,” the young man texted back, his expression likely as cold and indifferent as the messages he sent.
Xue Jiyang felt a headache. If Xie Ran, who he was with at night, was equally indifferent, he would have run back to school long ago.
In reality, Xie Ran squeezed into his bed every night, hugging and snuggling, and couldn’t be woken up!
After finally waking up the next morning, he was met with a cold, indifferent gaze. Wow, it made him want to vomit blood!
But indeed, there were classes tomorrow morning.
Xue Jiyang still maintained a passion for learning; he didn’t want to lose his study-loving aura just because he entered university.
In the past, when he was still chubby, becoming a top student was just to boost his confidence.
Now that he had slimmed down and became handsome, Xue Jiyang looked back and realized that he genuinely loved studying.
In the afternoon, he swiftly packed up and went back to school.
Opening the door to Room 303, there was no one inside. After all, it was an extended holiday, and everyone went out for fun.
Xue Jiyang was happy for a moment, but a tall, slender figure emerged from the bathroom. A glance from those faint eyes made it clear it was none other than Xie Ran.
Before the ‘sleep paralysis’ incident happened, Xue Jiyang used to be very talkative with Xie Ran.
Now, things had changed, and he greeted Xie Ran nonchalantly, “Classmate Xie.”
This term was invented by Xie Ran, polite yet distant. It suited the current situation well.
The delicate-faced Xie Ran nodded and asked, “Was there traffic on the way?”
Sitting lazily in front of the clean desk, Xue Jiyang replied, “Isn’t Beijing always congested? You’re asking redundant questions.”
Xie Ran said, “It’s my first time in Beijing.”
He sat down in front of his desk, which had nothing but a few books. Matters like course selection were done on Xue Jiyang’s computer.
“Hmph.” They say chubby people have a soft heart, but Little Chubby felt that even if he became as fast as lightning, he couldn’t change this annoying habit of his. “It’s six o’clock; I’m going to the cafeteria for dinner.” Annoyed, he asked, “Are you coming?”
“Sure,” Xie Ran agreed without refusal.
Xue Jiyang sighed, “Let’s go.” While checking the sky, he secretly vowed that if that guy climbed onto his bed again tonight, he would kick him down hard.
At ten o’clock in the evening, after Xue Jiyang finished showering and climbed into his bed, he looked at the person next door who was still reading. “Xie Ran.”
Because he was called by his name, the person turned to look at him.
This face, if it were on a girl, would be perfect…
Xue Jiyang sighed, then cleared his throat. “Don’t come to squeeze me at night, OK? I don’t like sleeping with a big brother who carries a sword.”
Frowning, Xie Ran said, “I don’t like it either.”
“That’s really great.” Xue Jiyang nodded. He felt relieved, thinking that speaking up about it felt refreshing.
At eleven o’clock late at night, Xie Ran put down his books and climbed into his bed to sleep.
After more than half an hour, he got up silently, changed positions, and headed to Xue Jiyang’s bed.
Xue Jiyang was awakened in the middle of the night, and upon seeing it was Xie Ran again, that guy was nestled in his arms, pressing and snuggling comfortably. Finding a secure spot, he slept soundly with a slap: “I rely on… Xie Ran? Xie Ran!”
—–
Author’s note:
Xiao Xie is the dominant one, the impoverished academic achiever with hidden strength X the wealthy second-generation, sunny, gentle, and straightforward Xiao Xue. For Xiao Xue, this character setting is like poison.
The secondary couple has limited screen time, occasionally appearing, but the main focus is on bringing the baby into the story. In about three or two chapters, stay tuned!
