Song Linchu felt somewhat strange after putting on the clothes in the bathroom.
How to put it, although Tan Yue had given him a shirt, pants, and underwear, the pants were shorts, probably because they were meant for summer, and they were ridiculously short.
Tan Yue was slightly taller than him, and the shirt was long enough to completely cover the shorts, making it appear as if he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
If he tucked the shirt into the pants, it would look odd and unfashionable.
Although Song Linchu didn’t pay much attention to his attire on a regular basis, he was still an 18-year-old boy, at an age where appearance mattered most. He could dress inexpensively, but he couldn’t bear to look shabby.
His own clothes had been worn outside all day and had become sweaty and smelly, so he couldn’t wear them again.
Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, Song Linchu decided to go out dressed like this.
Meeting Tan Yue’s gaze, Song Linchu bashfully brought his feet together and said, “It seems like the clothes are a bit too long.”
Tan Yue’s gaze was complex and obscure. They had already reached the most intimate stage in their relationship, but Song Linchu had never worn his clothes before. He didn’t know that simply wearing a piece of clothing could bring such a secret thrill.
Perhaps because Song Linchu was too thin, the clothes on him resembled a child wearing adult clothes, long and loose, enveloping his entire body and exposing only his slender and fair legs.
Tan Yue’s throat went dry.
Especially with Song Linchu’s unawareness of how alluring he looked in this state, his eyes were clear and innocent. He carefully observed Song Linchu’s appearance, feeling an impulse to bulky him until he cried.
Tan Yue’s belt was on the verge of action.
At this moment, he regretted not giving Song Linchu sleepwear. It was clearly torturing himself.
“Mr. Tan?”
“Ahem,” Tan Yue forced himself not to look, and handed the milk to Song Linchu, saying, “Drink some milk before sleeping.”
“Oh,” Song Linchu reached out and took it, saying, “Thank you.”
Song Linchu lowered his head and took a sip. The warm milk flowed from his mouth, warming his heart, and he smiled contentedly, saying, “It’s delicious.”
Seeing that he was satisfied with just a cup of milk, a hint of a smile also appeared in Tan Yue’s eyes. He said, “Remember to blow-dry your hair after drinking.”
“Okay.”
Tan Yue turned and went to take a shower, while Song Linchu finished his milk and blow-dried his hair. When he finished, he suddenly realized that Tan Yue hadn’t finished showering yet.
Sometimes, Song Linchu couldn’t understand why a person would spend so long showering. You showr everyday, just rinse off and that should be enough. Such a waste of water!
Tan Yue had not told Song Linchu where to sleep, so he just sat on the sofa. He saw his roommates asking in the group chat why he hadn’t returned yet, so he explained the situation, saying he was staying at a friend’s house.
Perhaps it was due to the refreshing shower or the softness of the sofa, Song Linchu unknowingly curled up on the sofa, hugging a pillow, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
By the time Tan Yue resolved his personal matters and finally emerged from the bathroom, Song Linchu had fallen asleep on the sofa.
With one hand holding the pillow and the other resting on his head, he resembled a peaceful sleeping beauty. The sofa was a bit short, so Song Linchu’s long legs had no place so he could only bend them. The dark-colored sofa made his legs appear like lotus stems, flawless and pure, disappearing into his shirt.
Tan Yue had just soothed belt but now it began to stir again.
After all the meticulous planning, he didn’t get to seduce anyone but tortured himself to the point of agony.
Tan Yue walked over, intending to call Song Linchu to go to the bedroom and sleep. However, seeing him sleep so peacefully, he couldn’t bear to wake him up.
After hesitating for a moment, Tan Yue bent down and reached out to embrace the sleeping figure.
Song Linchu had always been a deep sleeper, so Tan Yue wasn’t worried about waking him up. He removed the pillow from Song Linchu’s embrace and princess-carried him from the sofa.
He had carried Song Linchu many times before, and after certain activities, someone would always act reluctant to get up so Tan Yue would have to carry him to the bathroom.
Tan Yue knew that Song Linchu’s weight was definitely not the same as before, but when he actually lifted him, he found that Song Linchu was much lighter than he had imagined.
His bones were almost poking out, causing him distress.
He needed to win over Song Linchu as soon as possible and take care of him properly.
Tan Yue carried Song Linchu into the master bedroom and placed him on the large bed. As expected, Song Linchu continued to sleep soundly, showing no signs of waking up even after being placed on the bed. He even buried his head in the soft pillow, clearly enjoying a deep slumber.
“He’s not defensive at all,” Tan Yue murmured, gently brushing his delicate nose.
Song Linchu continued to sleep peacefully, with no vigilance that Tan Yue would transform into a beast to wake him up.
Tan Yue stared at Song Linchu’s sleeping face for a while, and unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head and kissed Song Linchu’s tender lips.
The 18-year-old youth, completely unaware that his first kiss had been taken by an older man in his sleep, remained blissfully ignorant. Even after Tan Yue reluctantly parted from his lips, he continued to sleep, even smacking his lips unconsciously, as if unsatisfied.
Tan Yue: “…”
Tan Yue’s eyes were filled with turbulent darkness. He reached out and lightly catessed Song Linchu’s lips, then with steel-like determination, left the room and closed the door behind him.
Song Linchu slept soundly throughout the night.
Their school didn’t have air conditioning, and although he wasn’t particularly sensitive to heat, the summer in Haikou was unbearably hot. He couldn’t bring himself to buy a small electric fan, so he often felt hot while sleeping.
But Tan Yue’s apartment had sufficient air conditioning and a soft and comfortable bed, so he slept soundly. He didn’t wake up until the alarm clock rang at exactly 6:30 the next morning.
As he opened his eyes, Song Linchu stared blankly at the off-white ceiling for a moment before abruptly sitting up in bed.
Damn it! Wasn’t he supposed to wait for Tan Yue to finish showering? Why did he wake up the next day in a new scene?
TV dramas don’t transition this quickly, do they?
And how did he end up on the bed? Wasn’t he sleeping on the sofa?
Could it be sleepwalking?
Actually, the answer could be guessed with just a little thought, but Song Linchu found it hard to imagine Tan Yue carrying him.
Or rather, he didn’t want to imagine it.
It was just too embarrassing.
Right now, he just wanted to dig a tunnel with his toes and escape back to school.
Tan Yue had placed his phone on the bedside table. Song Linchu reached over to take a glance and on realizing it was still early, lay back down. But no matter what, he couldn’t fall asleep.
After tossing and turning in bed for half an hour, Song Linchu finally got up.
The bedroom he was staying in had an attached bathroom, clearly the master bedroom. The strange feeling in Song Linchu’s heart grew even stronger. Tang Yue had clothes placed here, which meant he also stayed here sometimes.
So, did he sleep in Tang Yue’s bed?
Or did Tang Yue sleep with him on the same bed?
At the thought of the latter possibility, Song Linchu’s body bristled with alarm, and he even turned around to look at the bed. It was neatly made on the other side, without a single wrinkle. He let out a relieved breath.
Thank goodness, that scared him.
Song Linchu took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door.
If Tang Yue hadn’t gotten up yet, he would quickly leave and message him on WeChat, saying he had something urgent to attend to.
As long as he ran fast enough, he could escape the embarrassment.
Unfortunately, imagination was beautiful, but reality often went in the opposite direction. When he came out of the room, Tang Yue was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the morning news on TV.
Hearing the sound of him opening the door, Tang Yue turned his head and greeted him, “Morning.”
“Morning.”
Song Linchu felt utterly frustrated. Why would someone wake up so early on their day off!
Of course, Song Linchu didn’t know that Tang Yue had control over his schedule.
“I ordered breakfast. Go freshen up,” Tang Yue said.
“No need, I have something to do and need to go back to school,” Song Linchu replied.
“Even if you have something to do, you should still have breakfast,” Tang Yue said, looking at the slightly wrinkled shirt Song Linchu was wearing. “Besides, I sent your clothes to the dry cleaner, and it will take a while for them to be dried.”
Song Linchu: “…”
What else could Song Linchu say? He could only comply with Tang Yue’s words and go freshen up before sitting down to have breakfast.
He initially thought that Tang Yue had ordered breakfast for two people, but he underestimated the extent of the wealthy’s extravagant desires. The breakfast brought directly to the table by the restaurant staff was thoughtful, with various dishes arranged on the table.
There was a rich and fragrant seafood congee, fluffy and steaming buns, generously filled sandwiches, grilled sausages, steamed eggs, and a combination of Chinese and Western cuisines, filling the table.
“Are there other people coming to eat?” Song Linchu looked at the table full of breakfast and asked Tan Yue.
“It’s just the two of us.”
“You also know it’s the two of us, not two pigs.”
However, Song Linchu couldn’t make any further comments about the breakfast. Perhaps rich people liked the satisfaction of having a table full of food, and whether they could finish it or not was the concern of Tan Yue’s household staff.
“Have a seat,” Tang Yue said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
Song Linchu didn’t hesitate and sat down. The breakfast was really well-made. Song Linchu couldn’t remember when was the last time he had such a sumptuous meal and he somehow ended up eating a bit too much.
He discreetly rubbed his stomach and looked up only to see Tan Yue looking at him, a faint smile in his cool eyes. Song Linchu’s face turned bright red in an instant.
“I, I need to go back to school,” Song Linchu said softly.
While they were having breakfast, the dry cleaner had already delivered the clothes.
“Alright,” Tang Yue didn’t stop him anymore. “I’ll drive you back.”
“No, it’s not necessary. I can take the subway back. It’s convenient.”
“It’s fine. I just need to go to the government office for some paperwork.”
This reason was simply impeccable, and Song Linchu could only say, “Oh.”
Although Tan Yue’s car had “broken down” yesterday, he had already arranged for a car to be parked in the parking lot here, specifically for driving Song Linchu back to school today.
It was still early, and it was the weekend, so there was no traffic on the road. The car smoothly arrived at the entrance of the school.
Song Linchu didn’t let him drive inside and found an excuse to say that he wanted to buy something, so Tan Yue could just leave him at the entrance.
At this moment, Tan Yue finally understood how heart-wrenching the phrase “the moments of happiness are always so short, and it’s time to say goodbye” was. It felt exactly like what he was experiencing now.
Bringing someone back home this time led to zero progress. After this parting, he didn’t know what excuse he would come up with to meet again.
In contrast to Tan Yue’s gloom, Song Linchu was happy.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and said, “Thank you, Mr. Tang. I’m going back to school now. I’ll send you the draft at the latest tomorrow night.”
“Okay, take your time. Do it at your own pace.”
“Well, then I’ll go now. Bye.”
“Goodbye.”
Song Linchu got out of the car, closed the door, and waved to Tan Yue. Originally, he wanted to wait until Tan Yue drove away before leaving himself, but it seemed that Tan Yue had the same thought. So, Song Linchu had no choice but to turn around.
He was worried that Tan Yue would keep watching him, so he lifted his foot and turned toward the convenience store near the school gate to show that he genuinely needed to buy something.
After taking a few steps, a voice called out to him, “Excuse me, this student.”
Song Linchu turned his head and saw a student of the same age as him, carrying a suitcase and walking towards him. The student saw his face and his eyes went wide.
“What’s the matter?” Song Linchu furrowed his brows slightly and asked.
“Oh, um,” the student regained his senses and felt a little embarrassed for staring at him so bluntly. He said, “Hello. I’m also a student at A University. My name is Tan Mingqing, and due to personal reasons, I only came to report today. I wanted to ask…”
“What do you want to ask? You can ask me.”
A cold voice cut in from behind, forcefully interrupting Tan Mingqing’s words.
Upon hearing this voice, Tan Mingqing’s back suddenly stiffened.
