Tan Yue was almost choked by Song Linchu’s words.
Experience is gained from setbacks… Well, at least he doesn’t have to worry that Song Linchu would be deceived by another man in the future.
Tan Yue was worried that Song Linchu would squeeze himself against the car door, so he(Tan Yue) could only squeeze himself. The spacious backseat seemed to create a clear separation, like the boundary between the Chu and Han rivers.
However, a drunkard’s brain capacity is limited after all. He remembered the last time Tan Yue took advantage of his drowsiness and told him to take responsibility. He didn’t even glance out the window, so he never realized that they weren’ton the way back to the school.
As the car swayed, his mind became even more hazy.
By the time he realized that the journey back to the school was taking too long, the car had already stopped at the entrance of Tan Yue’s villa.
He stepped out of the car and looked at the unfamiliar building in front of him, supporting his head in confusion as he asked, “Where is this?”
Tan Yue: “My home.”
“???”
Song Linchu was dumbfounded.
But drunk Song Linchu was courageous.
He glared at Tan Yue. “Liar! Didn’t you say you would take me back to school?”
Tan Yue cleared his throat and said, “The school’s curfew time has passed.”
“Or…” Tan Yue paused, “do you want to negotiate with the dormitory manager in your drunken state and have him let you in?”
“…,” Song Linchu was at a loss for words.
In that case, should he give up his scholarship?
Tan Yue opened the car door and said, “If you really don’t want to stay at my place, I’ll take you back.”
Even though Song Linchu was as drunk as a puddle of mud, one word remained in his mind: money.
Upon hearing this, he immediately shook his head vigorously and repeatedly said, “I won’t go back, I won’t go back.”
A hint of amusement flashed in Tan Yue’s eyes as he said, “Well, then come inside.”
Song Linchu constantly reminded himself to keep a one-meter distance from Tan Yue. When Tan Yue tried to support him, he dodged away.
“I can walk by myself, don’t come near me!”
“…Are you sure?” Tan Yue looked at his unsteady gait and asked with skepticism.
“You don’t believe me?” Song Linchu arrogantly raised his head and said, “I’ll show you.”
With that, he confidently lifted his foot and took a step, but Tan Yue stopped him.
Song Linchu looked at him cautiously. “What’s the matter?”
“Ahem…” Tan Yue gently pointed to his right side, reminding him, “The entrance is over here.”
Song Linchu: “…”
Seeing his stiff expression, Tan Yue suppressed a laugh and excused him, “It’s alright. It’s normal to not know the way since it’s your first time at my house.”
Song “Drunkard” Linchu found this reason quite reasonable and snorted, “Exactly, it’s your fault for having such a big house.”
“Well, my mistake. Let’s go inside.”
This time, Song Linchu was certain of the direction of the main entrance. He turned around and headed towards the entrance of the villa. Tan Yue noticed that he was deliberately imitating his movements, mirroring his steps, and couldn’t help but press his hand against his nose, laughing silently.
During this period, all Song Linchu had shown was restraint and extreme caution. He always addressed him with “您” (a formal form of “you”). Tan Yue had almost forgotten how lively and mischievous he used to be.
Drunk Song Linchu finally overlapped with the person he would become years later.
Just a bit silly.
Well, it’s good to be a little silly, it’s easier to deceive.
Tan Yue had already arranged for someone to prepare the room that Song Linchu had stayed in before. Now, he was just waiting for him to be lured back and settle in. The room finally welcomed its rightful owner.
Song Linchu was dazzled by the luxury of the house. He sat on the soft bed, supporting his head, and wondered if he had entered some extraordinary place.
“Here, have some honey water.”
Tan Yue followed him into the room and handed him a cup of honey water.
Song Linchu slowly raised his head and glanced at him, saying, “Oh,” before accepting the cup.
Coincidentally, he was a little thirsty, so he lowered his head and started drinking. He wasn’t sure if it was because he drank too quickly or if the honey water was a bit thick, but Song Linchu had just taken a sip when he felt a lump in his throat.
After two sips, he started coughing, and the water he hadn’t swallowed sprayed out of his mouth.
He quickly covered his mouth, and the honey water dripped onto his clothes, soaking a large area on the front.
“What’s wrong?” Tan Yue was startled by his actions and hurriedly patted his back.
“I choked,” Song Linchu frowned, returning the honey water to Tan Yue’s hand in frustration, and said, “I won’t drink it anymore!”
“Okay, no more drinking,” Tan Yue put the cup aside, “I’ll have the kitchen make some hangover soup for you.”
“No need,” Song Linchu tugged at his clothes uncomfortably, “I want to take a bath.”
“Then let me get you some clothes. Why don’t you shower instead?”
Tan Yue was afraid that he would drown himself in the bathtub in his intoxicated state.
Song Linchu had never used a bathtub before in his life. He muttered, “Hmm,” and complained in a low voice, “Have you ever thought that a poor person like me can only take a shower, you stinky capitalist?”
“…” Song Linchu thought he couldn’t hear the insults.
Although he was being cursed, Tan Yue’s eyes were still filled with a smile. The main reason was that he saw Song Linchu happy, just as vivid as he remembered.
Tan Yue went to find a set of pajamas for him. This time, he didn’t bring him a boyfriend shirt. First, they were at his place, so there was no reason to do so. Secondly, with someone so drunk, he probably wouldn’t even be able to fasten the buttons. He would be the one suffering if Song Linchu ran out like that.
The night was long, and Tan Yue didn’t want to be alone with his right hand.
Song Linchu took the clothes into the bathroom, and Tan Yue worried that he might have an accident due to drinking too much, so he stayed outside.
He sent a message to Cheng Bin, asking him to reschedule the meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning to the afternoon. Just as he sent the message, he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom, which startled him.
Tan Yue put down his phone and quickly rushed to the bathroom door, “Little Lin, what’s wrong? Did you fall?”
“Umm…”
Song Linchu’s painful moan came from inside, indicating that he had indeed fallen. Tan Yue was extremely anxious and said, “I’m coming in.”
The drunk person who had just entered didn’t lock the door. It only needed a twist, and the door would open.
“Wait!”
Tan Yue had already twisted the door open, but upon hearing Song Linchu’s words, he held onto the handle and didn’t push it open. He reassured, “Okay, don’t worry, I’ll wait for you.”
Song Linchu didn’t say anything. After a rustling sound from inside, he softly said, “You can come in now.”
Tan Yue pushed the door open, and Song Linchu had already clumsily put on the pajamas. Various bottles and jars were scattered on the sink, probably knocked over by him, causing the loud noise earlier.
Song Linchu leaned against the sink and said pitifully, “I sprained my foot. It hurts.”
“…,” Tan Yue didn’t understand how he managed to sprain his foot while taking a shower. He hurried over and said, “Let me take a look.”
He crouched down, holding Song Linchu’s foot. The young man’s foot was fair and slender, with smooth and jade-like skin. From the outside, there were no visible signs of injury. Tan Yue reached out and pressed it, and Song Linchu almost reflexively pulled his foot back.
“It hurts!”
Tan Yue frowned, supported Song Linchu out of the bathroom and called the family doctor.
The doctor arrived quickly and conducted an examination, determining that it was just a sprained foot and applying some medicine would suffice. The bones were fine, but if he was still worried, he could go to the hospital the next day for an X-ray.
Tan Yue felt relieved and sent the doctor away. He took the ointment and helped Song Linchu apply it.
After all the commotion, Song Linchu had sobered up quite a bit and returned to being the cautious person he usually was. With his head lowered, he said in a muffled voice, “Brother, did I trouble you?”
“No,” Tan Yue put the ointment aside and couldn’t help but reach out and rub his head, asking, “Does it still hurt?”
The touch to his head felt strange to Song Linchu. He whispered, “It doesn’t hurt if I don’t move.”
“Okay,” Tan Yue grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and asked, “Are there any other injuries?”
Song Linchu blushed and shook his head in embarrassment.
Tan Yue knew him better now. Seeing his reaction, he could tell that Song Linchu definitely had other injuries, but they were probably in more private areas, so he didn’t want to say.
He remained silent, just looking at Song Linchu.
After sobering up, Song Linchu became timid. Being scrutinized like this, his scalp gradually went numb. Unable to deceive any longer, he forced himself to say, “I… I bumped here as well.”
He pointed to his pelvic bone.
“But it’s not serious, really!”
Tan Yue said, “Let me have a look.”
“…maybe don’t,” Song Linchu laughed with embarrassment.
Actually, this area wasn’t considered private, but for some reason, he felt embarrassed to let Tan Yue see.
Tan Yue asserted, “No, you have to have it checked out.”
“…”
Tan Yue had already noticed that when dealing with the current Song Linchu, simply indulging him wouldn’t work. He had to be more assertive; otherwise, he would just compromise.
Under his powerful coercion, Song Linchu hesitated for a moment, but eventually reluctantly pulled open his pants a little to let him see.
After a short examination, Tan Yue furrowed his brows. He didn’t know how Song Linchu got injured, but there was a large bruise that turned blue on his fair skin, which looked quite frightening.
He had Butler Liu bring some bruise ointment to help massage it for Song Linchu.
Song Linchu immediately grabbed the hem of his pajama pants and said, “I… I can do it myself. It’s getting late, brother, go wash up and sleep.”
“Massaging bruises requires technique. I’ve learned it from traditional Chinese medicine,” Tan Yue looked at him and spewed bullshit, “This area is close to your waist, and massaging it randomly can easily hurt your waist.”
Song Linchu: “…”
Don’t lie to me just because I’m not well-read!
However, men… always cared about some strange things.
For example, the waist.
And also, the kidneys.
Tan Yue looked serious, with no trace of deception. The innocent college student hesitated for a moment but was still deceived. He closed his eyes and said, “Then, you do it.”
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Tan Yue’s lips. He poured some bruise ointment into his palm, lifted up Song Linchu’s shirt, pulled down the waistband of his pants, and covered his injured area with his palm, gently massaging it.
The moment the warm palm touched his skin, Song Linchu almost reflexively stood up.
It… tickled.
“Don’t move,” Tan Yue said softly.
Song Linchu bit his lip, suppressing the urge to escape, but couldn’t control his senses. They all concentrated on that area.
It was already late at night.
The night was peaceful and silent, with almost no sound. The room was even more tranquil, to the point where they could hear each other’s breathing.
For some reason, Song Linchu felt like the place being massaged was electrified. Waves of delicate currents traveled through their connected skin and shot straight into his mind.
Almost half of his body was becoming numb from the electricity, and goosebumps appeared layer by layer on his skin. Unconsciously, a faint redness spread to his ears, and his body felt a bit warm.
His hand, which was originally resting on the edge of the bed, unconsciously grabbed the bedsheets.
He felt…strange.
“Does it hurt?” Tan Yue asked.
His voice was low, like a jar of well-aged wine, thick and magnetic, inexplicably captivating.
“No…” Song Linchu uttered a word and realized that his voice was slightly hoarse. He cleared his throat and turned his face away before saying, “No, it doesn’t hurt.”
Tan Yue noticed all of his reactions.
The scheming Tan Yue, who understood Song Linchu’s body like the back of his hand, knew his sensitive points very well, including where he could touch and where he couldn’t.
For example, the waist area was the place he couldn’t touch the most.
Song Linchu was tormented quite severely and finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He grabbed Tan Yue’s hand.
“Hmm?”
Tan Yue looked at him.
“No need to massage anymore,” Song Linchu didn’t even dare to look at him, “It’s already fine.”
Tan Yue didn’t say anything. He supported Song Linchu’s waist, gazed at the blood-red tips of his ears, then called him softly, “Little Lin.”
“…” Why suddenly use such an intimate call? What’s the meaning of this?
Tan Yue continued, “Look at this.”
What is it?
Once again, Song Linchu fell for Tan Yue’s cunning scheme and curiously turned his head, only to find Tan Yue’s face unusually close.
Just like a scene from many melodramatic dramas, his lips accidentally brushed against Tan Yue’s face. Startled, he jumped back, but Tan Yue held onto his waist and, coupled with his injured foot, he was brought back halfway.
“I… I didn’t mean to!” Song Linchu explained.
Tan Yue’s deep gaze landed on his face as he said, “That was my first kiss.”
Song Linchu: “…”
The alarm bells in Song Linchu’s mind were ringing loudly: Trap! Trap! Trap!
As expected, Tan Yue followed up with, “You have to take responsibility.”
With that, he leaned in and and captured those long-desired lips with a kiss.
Song Linchu: “…”
poor xiaolin 😂
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