Song Linchu wanted to push Tan Yue away.
However, for someone who claimed it was his first kiss, the skills were too impressive. The young college student, who was truly experiencing his first kiss, couldn’t resist the powerful assault of the older man. He only put up an small initial resistance before gradually weakening.
As the encounter progressed, his attempts to push the man away gradually transformed into grasping onto his shirt…
Having yearned for Song Linchu day and night for over a month, Tan Yue had finally deceived him through a series of lies and tricks. He couldn’t help but want to make up for the losses of the past month in one fell swoop. The bewildered reaction of the inexperienced youth greatly stimulated Tan Yue, pulling him towards a dangerous abyss.
At the moment when they were on the verge of falling, Tan Yue forced himself to create distance between them.
As they separated, Song Linchu gasped for breath.
Due to lack of oxygen, Song Linchu’s face had turned red, with a dewy glow emanating from his moistened skin. His eyes carried a hint of aggrieved sentiment after being deceived.
Seeing him in this state, the brooding darkness in Tan Yue’s eyes intensified.
Sensing the danger, Song Linchu immediately glared at him warily.
“Don’t glare at me,” Tan Yue’s voice was low and hoarse, “or else I won’t be able to control myself.”
His fierce appearance made it truly tempting to bully him.
Tan Yue didn’t know what was happening to him. Whenever he encountered 18-year-old Song Linchu, he would always have an urge to mercilessly bully him, to reduce him to tears and have him beg for mercy.
It was truly a bit perverted.
Song Linchu: ???
Are you speaking in human language?
Song Linchu wanted to glare at him even more, but remembering Tan Yue’s words, he reluctantly averted his gaze.
How did he impulsively agree to try this with such a big liar?
His mind was clearly filled with water at that time, and now he was shedding tears.
Moreover, why didn’t he push Tan Yue away just now?
In reality, Tan Yue didn’t exert too much force to restrain him. If Song Linchu had seriously resisted or pushed him away, it would have been effortless, but Song Linchu didn’t know what had gotten into him. Why didn’t he push him away?
It was all because that wretched man’s kissing skills were too good.
And he claimed it was his first kiss, ah tui!
Even a dog wouldn’t believe it!
The more Song Linchu thought about it, the angrier he became. All this talk about first intimate contact, touching someone’s face for the first time, first kiss—nothing but a scheme. That despicable man thought he could easily deceive him, not knowing how many men and women he had encountered, touched, kissed, or slept with!
Also blame him for being too naïve.
He was poor, but because he looked good, he had a bunch of people pursuing him. Let alone Tan Yue, who not only looked good but also had money, status, and position. Moreover, at this age, who knows how many sons he might have fathered.
Liar, big liar!
“I want to sleep!” Song Linchu unceremoniously chased him away.
This liar wasn’t worth his emotional investment.
Seeing the sudden change in his attitude, Tan Yue asked, “Are you angry?”
“No!” Song Linchu replied stiffly.
“I’m sorry, I was too impatient. I just couldn’t resist.”
Having his beautiful lover right in front of him but being unable to touch was such a painful feeling, one that only Tan Yue understood.
Song Linchu held back, but couldn’t hold back, and angrily said, “You’re so skilled, yet you claim it’s your first kiss and demand that I take responsibility for it. Do you think I’m foolish and easily deceived?”
Tan Yue was momentarily stunned.
Uh, well…
It was true that it wasn’t his first kiss, but Song Linchu had indeed taken his first kiss!
How could he explain this?
After pondering for a moment, Tan Yue said, “Because I’ve dreamt of kissing you many times.”
Song Linchu: ?
Tan Yue continued, “So, even though it was my first time just now, I was already quite experienced.”
Song Linchu: ??
Tan Yue added, “Who nade you obedient and proactive in my dreams, making it difficult for me to resist.”
Song Linchu: ???
Song Linchu looked at Tan Yue in disbelief, as if shocked that the usually serious Tan Yue would have such…colorful dreams.
And he was the one being proactive in the dreams!
Oh, right, it was just a dream. No big deal.
Seeing Song Linchu’s skeptical expression, Tan Yue held back his laughter and asked, “Don’t you have dreams like that?”
“Never!” Song Linchu almost blurted out, his gaze meeting Tan Yue’s with a tinge of embarrassment. He blushed and averted his eyes. “Why would I dream such things?”
He didn’t like him, after all.
“Never dreamt of it?” Tan Yue pressed on.
“No!”
Song Linchu didn’t want to continue this increasingly strange conversation with him. He pulled the blanket over himself, buried himself in it, and wrapped it tightly around his body. A muffled voice came from within the thin quilt, “I want to sleep!”
Tan Yue looked at the cocoon-like figure and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He stood up and said, “If you need anything, just message me on WeChat. I’m staying across from you.”
Song Linchu ignored him and played dead.
Tan Yue considerately turned off the main light, leaving a small lamp on, and took the rubbing alcohol before stepping out of the room.
It was already late at night.
After a while of being wrapped in the blanket, drowsiness washed over Song Linchu, and he unknowingly fell asleep.
“Little Lin, wake up, Little Lin.” Just as Song Linchu was in a daze, he heard someone softly calling him.
The voice was low, with a hint of seductiveness, like musical notes playing on heartstrings, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions.
Song Linchu felt a tingling sensation in his nerves.
“What are you doing?” he heard himself ask.
“I came to practice kissing with you,” the man’s voice was still low and husky, “can we?”
“… No, we can’t!”
Song Linchu thought so, but his hand involuntarily reached up and wrapped around the man’s neck. He said, “Okay.”
Upon hearing his response, Tan Yue reached out and caressed his face. Then, he leaned in, and their warm breaths intertwined.
Song Linchu didn’t want to, but his body seemed to have its own consciousness. In response to the man’s intimate actions, he began to actively respond. He even heard himself calling Tan Yue “gege” in a soft, sticky voice…
Later on, Song Linchu couldn’t distinguish whether his body was controlling his mind or his mind was controlling his body. In any case, under Tan Yue’s persistent “kissing practice,” his body experienced a strange sensation.
It felt as if something had broken through the surface and sent him soaring into the sky. His body felt light and joyful, as if a vast emptiness had been filled. His heart and soul danced in mid-air, unable to touch the ground.
After an unknown period of time, perhaps at the end of the cosmic torrent or in the blink of an eye, Song Linchu seemed to be kissing Tan Yue, or perhaps entangled in a more intimate manner, as his mind fell into a brief state of detachment.
Suddenly, it felt like he had stepped on an unreal ground and his body plummeted downward. The powerful sense of weightlessness startled Song Linchu, causing him to sit up abruptly from the bed.
It turned out to be a dream! That scared him to death.
The sky outside was already bright. It must have been his biological clock that woke him up automatically. Song Linchu let out a sigh of relief and was about to get out of bed to go to the restroom, but as soon as he moved, his expression changed.
Then, a flush of redness spread rapidly from his ears to his neck and cheeks.
Song Linchu was on the verge of exploding.
He actually, actually…
Damn it! It’s all that old bastard Tan Yue’s fault for corrupting him with nonsense last night. Otherwise, how could…
Fortunately, there were clean underwear in this guest room. Song Linchu dragged his injured leg and hopped into the bathroom to change his soiled underwear.
He must eliminate the evidence!
Throwing it in the trash can was not an option; it would attract the attention of the servants and become awkward if they saw it. It was better to wash it and let it dry quickly by the window in the bathroom, where there was good ventilation.
With this in mind, Song Linchu quickly changed and, while standing on one foot, endured the shame of washing. He heard two knocks on the room door.
The door had a small display screen that showed the information of the person knocking.
When Song Linchu glanced over and saw Tan Yue standing at the door, his whole body bristled, and he almost dropped the underwear due to a trembling.
What the hell is this old bastard doing here!
Song Linchu, still possessing the temperament of a youth, cared a lot about his image and couldn’t let Tan Yue discover that he had dreamed of him and was washing his underwear.
He quickly surveyed the bathroom and finally hid the underwear that hadn’t been cleaned properly on the sink, using a cup and a bottle of face wash to cover it.
After washing his hands and drying them, Song Linchu hopped to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
“Morning,” Tan Yue greeted him, handing over a piece of paper. “Here’s your sick leave note.”
Due to Song Linchu’s sprained foot, he had to take a sick leave. However, in order to submit the leave, he had to take a photo of the doctor’s note and send it to the counselor. The leave note was to be provided later.
Tan Yue had the family doctor deliver the sick leave note early in the morning.
“Oh,” Song Linchu took it and avoided looking at Tan Yue, his gaze shifting away. “Thanks, brother. I’ll go back to sleep for a while. You should go to work.”
After saying that, Song Linchu was about to close the door but was stopped by Tan Yue.
“I’ll take a look at your foot and apply some medicine for you,” Tan Yue said.
“Oh…” Song Linchu could only let him in.
After fermenting overnight, Song Linchu’s foot had swollen. It now resembled a pig’s trotter, which was quite amusing.
Of course, this was something Tan Yue could only think about.
He carefully applied the medicine to Song Linchu’s foot and said, “I’ve already sent someone to buy a wheelchair. They will bring it over later, and if you need to go to school, they can take you there.”
Song Linchu replied half-heartedly, his full attention focused on his foot.
Perhaps it was because he had just woken up from that absurd dream, but his body felt unusually sensitive. The places where Tan Yue’s fingers touched inexplicably triggered a tingling sensation, making him want to retract his foot.
How could this be?
Song Linchu couldn’t help but lift his leg slightly to conceal the impending embarrassment.
“Does it hurt?” Tan Yue raised his eyes and asked.
Song Linchu murmured an “Mmm” in response.
“Then I’ll be more gentle.”
As Tan Yue spoke, his movements became even gentler, an elusive touch that was simply tantalizing.
Song Linchu gripped the white bedsheet, trying hard to control the strange sensations in his body. It was all Tan Yue’s fault, all because of that absurd and chaotic dream…
“Is it too hot?” he heard Tan Yue suddenly ask, his voice close.
Song Linchu slightly turned his face back, only to find that Tan Yue had finished applying the medicine and was standing up, looking down at him.
“Not hot,” Song Linchu’s voice sounded somewhat strained.
“Then why is your neck and face so red?”
“…”
Song Linchu pursed his lips and said, “You should hurry and go to work. Don’t bother with me.”
Tan Yue calmly curved at the corner of his lips, covered the ointment, and turned to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Song Linchu was embarrassed and wondered why he had become so sensitive. He didn’t even notice where Tan Yue went.
Tan Yue washed his hands, but just as he was about to turn off the tap, he suddenly noticed a faint tea-colored object behind the water cup. He thought the maid had forgotten to tidy up a cleaning cloth and furrowed his brows. Tan Yue, who usually avoided trivial matters, was now concerned about his lover’s living conditions. He moved the cup aside and reached for the “cleaning cloth,” intending to throw it directly into the trash can.
But as soon as he picked it up, Tan Yue realized something was amiss.
This was not a cleaning cloth; it was someone’s underwear.
As men, they both understood the significance of washing underwear early in the morning.
In particular, Tan Yue had a very similar experience.
When he slept at Song Linchu’s family home, he had certain dreams at night, and the same thing happened the next day.
So, Song Linchu…?
At this thought, a smile that couldn’t be suppressed curved at the corner of Tan Yue’s lips. It seemed that in Song Linchu’s eyes, he wasn’t as insignificant as making money.
Tan Yue finished washing someone’s underwear that was halfway cleaned and took it out.
Just as Song Linchu recovered from his embarrassment, he heard Tan Yue ask, “Little Lin, why didn’t you hang your underwear to dry?”
???
Underwear… underwear!
Song Linchu nearly jumped off the bed, damn it, his underwear!
“I washed it for you and hung it on the balcony,” Tan Yue continued.
Song Linchu: “…”
What did you just say?!
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Song Linchu’s face, which had finally cooled down, flushed once again.
He couldn’t distinguish which was more embarrassing: the fact that his washed underwear was discovered or that Tan Yue helped him wash his underwear.
The innocent college student with a thin skin wanted to escape from Earth overnight, find a planet without Tan Yue, no, find a planet without Tan Yue or underwear.
