Are All You Straight Guys Like This Chapter 57

Ye Ran, nervous and uneasy, changed his clothes. Hat, mask, scarf. After thinking again and again, he took off his usual black jacket and changed into a gray athletic jacket. The collar was loose and wide, covering the lower half of his face.

Wrapping a black knitted scarf around himself, Ye Ran examined himself carefully in the mirror. Feeling it was foolproof, he grabbed his phone and power bank, then quietly slipped out from the back door of the dorm building.

South Street is at the south gate of the school, some distance from the male dormitory building. Ye Ran had only just run out of the dorm when the sky began to drizzle.

Dark clouds rolled and gathered overhead, raindrops forming strings that pattered loudly on the ground.

Occasionally, lightning tore across the sky, cutting jagged shapes into the horizon.

Ye Ran put on his hat and ran clumsily out of the east gate, ducking into a café to shelter from the rain.

His nerves were taut like never before, he regretted running out but also forced himself to feel glad that he had.

He had experienced just how intense Shen Shi could be.

Five boxes… honestly, if he didn’t die, he’d be crippled.

The café was crowded.

The scent of roasted beans filled the air.

Though he knew Shen Shi was probably at a lecture now, Ye Ran felt like a startled bird and chose the seat farthest inside. Many students from Beijing University were chatting and laughing; some early-off workers slowly talked about life and work.

Ye Ran ordered a hot cocoa and sipped it to soothe his lips.

The rain grew heavier. He glanced at the weather forecast, the rain would last until eight o’clock. On a day like this, Shen Shi probably wouldn’t come looking for him.

The café was very close to the east gate, only a few hundred meters away. An inexplicable anxiety filled Ye Ran’s heart. He wanted to run farther, but as long as the rain kept falling, he couldn’t leave the commercial street, nor could he get a taxi.

He looked at his phone.

His eyelid suddenly twitched.

Five minutes ago, Shen Shi had sent him a message.

[Shen Shi]: Baby, is my voice recorder on the table?

Ye Ran swallowed nervously, not knowing how to reply.

He pretended to be asleep and didn’t look.

A minute later.

Shen Shi casually sent another message.

[Shen Shi]: Are you asleep?

Ye Ran exhaled softly, forcing himself not to open it.

The unspoken rule on WeChat was that if you read a message immediately, the other party’s chat window would show “typing…”

….

“Boom—”

A timely thunderclap rumbled from the sky.

The girls in the café jumped in surprise, then burst into laughter.

Ye Ran held his cup and took another sip of hot cocoa.

Suddenly feeling drowsy, he realized the café chairs were uncomfortable, hard, round seats that dug into his back.

He lowered his baseball cap; a shadow fell over his eyes. He didn’t dare truly fall asleep, forcing himself to stay awake. When the rain outside finally eased, he stood and pushed open the café door.

Cold wind mixed with fine rain brushed his face.

Ye Ran shivered and walked to the far end. On rainy days, taxis were in high demand; he waited under the eaves of a shop at the intersection for a long time but couldn’t find a single empty car.

Luckily, the shop was a KFC, with two floors. Ye Ran sighed and went inside. The afternoon crowd was sparse, only a few delivery guys waiting for orders. He went upstairs and chose a window seat partially hidden by plants.

The position was high and offered a long view.

Though he felt Shen Shi probably wouldn’t come running out to find him, he wanted to be prepared. He decided to hide out tonight. Shen Shi would understand. Tomorrow, when Shen Shi calmed down, he could admit his mistake, apologize, and talk openly.

Ye Ran rehearsed the plan in his mind but felt cowardly and dishonest.

He felt ashamed and silently vowed: after tonight, he would do whatever Shen Shi asked —

….Except go to a hotel.

The dark clouds rapidly gathered into a massive mass, the daylight dimmed until no light could be seen. Heavy rain poured from the sky, filling the world with the sound of steady drumming.

The KFC second-floor windows were streaked with water.

Ye Ran yawned, leaning on the clean table, drowsy like the other customers sheltering from the rain.

….

Despite his anxiety, his body clock eventually won out, and Ye Ran dozed off for quite some time.

He felt like he had only slept a few minutes, but when he opened his eyes again, the KFC second floor was full of voices. Parents with children ordered kids’ meals; the other guests who had sat there with him had left.

His heart suddenly raced, his blurry gaze sharpened. His breathing was uneven as he instinctively pulled his phone from his pocket.

— 4:49 pm.

Missed calls: 8.

Missed WeChat calls: 7.

Unread messages: 5.

A sense of dread surged in his chest. His mind went blank for a moment. Nervously swallowing, his heart pounding so hard it seemed ready to burst through his throat, he was about to open the unread messages.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Ye Ran’s finger trembled as he pressed answer.

His eyelid twitched rapidly as he saw “Shen Shi” on the caller ID.

On the other end was the sound of wind and rain howling.

Then, the sharp splashes of heavy footsteps crossing puddles.

Ye Ran said nothing; Shen Shi said nothing.

After a few seconds, Shen Shi suddenly laughed, a laugh full of meaning. His deep, cold voice lowered the temperature in the air by five degrees.

“Where are you?” Shen Shi asked, calm but dangerous.

Ye Ran cleared his throat, fingers trembling as he gripped the phone. “S-sorry.”

“Hmm,” Shen Shi’s tone was flat as he asked again, “Where are you?”

Ye Ran’s throat felt dry. He swallowed and stammered, “…I can explain.”

“Alright,” Shen Shi was still surprisingly compliant, “I’m coming to find you. Where are you?”

His sixth sense screamed a warning. Ye Ran was restless, hearing the looming storm in Shen Shi’s calm voice. He took a deep breath and softly asked, “Are you angry with me?”

A little,” Shen Shi’s tone did not change, calm and without waves: “I really want to scr*w you to death.”

Ye Ran’s scalp went numb, and he almost jumped out of the chair, “…Hey! You don’t—”

Shen Shi cut him off, unable to hide the cold agitation in his voice. His emotions finally couldn’t stay contained at this point; cold and intimidating, he spoke word by word on the other end of the phone: “Where exactly are you right now.”

Ye Ran stayed silent.

Shen Shi let out a laugh, but the laugh carried absolutely no trace of amusement: “Very good. Baby, you’d better hide well.”

Ye Ran felt nervous listening, yet not scared of him at all, just guilty. He coughed softly: “I have a legitimate reason.”

“Say it.”

Ye Ran organized his words: “Do you know how long we’ve been dating?”

“I know.”

Ye Ran: “Then don’t you think that us already talking about… about opening up this part, is too fast?”

“I don’t.”

Ye Ran hissed softly: “I think we still haven’t gotten to know each other more deeply. Moving to this step this fast is obviously irresponsible.”

Shen Shi’s breathing was low and hoarse, traveling heavily along the phone line.

His footsteps sounded very quick, very hurried; the splashing of water underfoot crackled nonstop.

The sky grew darker and darker, and the rain became heavier.

Mist-like moisture filled the world; the rain threads obscured vision so only a few steps ahead could be seen.

Hearing no reply from Shen Shi, Ye Ran braced himself: “Like, what if in the future we break up for all sorts of reasons, then we’ll definitely regret now—”

“Ye Ran,” Shen Shi unusually cut him off calmly. Ye Ran froze and listened carefully. On the other end, the man gave a short laugh, this laughter wrapped in cold wind, sounding chillingly frightening: “When I find you, I’ll definitely scr*w you to death.”

Ye Ran’s tangled and chaotic emotions exploded at once.

He suddenly had an extremely bad premonition. Besides Shen Shi’s cold voice in his ear, finally, through the phone, he heard another sound.

“KFC seasonal new product, the hit double-layer beef burger, paired with fresh orange juice, giving you a different experience, using fresh pasture-raised beef—”

Ye Ran’s mind buzzed loudly. He shot up to his feet and looked down.

Far away, across the street on the opposite sidewalk, a familiar figure was holding a phone in one hand, holding an umbrella. The shadow cast by the umbrella brim covered half his face. He slowly lifted his head, and as the red light stopped him, a pair of cold, dark phoenix eyes stared straight over.

Ye Ran sucked in a sharp breath. He knew Shen Shi couldn’t actually see him, yet still retreated two steps in panic.

On the phone, Shen Shi’s voice was indifferent: “Found you.”

…

Ye Ran’s vision went black. He instantly hung up and wanted to run downstairs, but saw KFC’s main door was directly facing the pedestrian crosswalk. If he went down now, with Shen Shi’s eyesight, he would absolutely recognize him.

But the KFC only had two floors. He couldn’t hide, couldn’t run.

Cold chills ran up Ye Ran’s back.

From the corner of his eye he saw the light turn from red to green. That tall, slender figure seemed to regain his usual calm, neither rushed nor slow, walking among the crowd, like hunting prey that had fallen into a trap, slowly approaching with the flow of people.

Ye Ran wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but after crossing the street Shen Shi seemed to subtly lift his head.

Panicking, Ye Ran ran into the men’s restroom.

There was no one in the men’s restroom.

Empty, except a few kids being led in by their father, laughing and making noise.

But the sound gave Ye Ran an inexplicable sense of safety. He blinked and belatedly realized that him still hiding like this might make Shen Shi even angrier.

There wasn’t only one KFC near Beijing University.

Maybe Shen Shi searched the entire second floor and didn’t find him, and had gone to the north gate or main gate KFC to look for him?

…

At some point, the restroom returned to silence.

Faintly, the upstairs chatter drifted in.

In the quiet, Ye Ran heard slow, unhurried footsteps stop directly in front of his stall. His heart raced wildly, pounding like a drum.

Through the crack under the door, he saw Shen Shi’s pant legs and sneakers stained with dirty rainwater.

The gray sweatpants’ legs had turned black; the sides of his sneakers had mud on them.

“Dong.”

The door was knocked.

Shen Shi’s voice was calm, no emotion at all: “Come out.”

Ye Ran stayed still, his fingers hesitating on the lock.

Two seconds later, Shen Shi spoke again, still utterly tranquil: “Come out now and we’ll write this off.”

“Really?” Ye Ran asked cautiously.

“Mm.” Shen Shi replied.

Ye Ran had always trusted Shen Shi’s character.

Even though he felt that Shen Shi probably wouldn’t let him off that easily this time, he still carefully unlocked the door. With a small “click,” Ye Ran pushed it open. Before he even stepped out, a dark figure charged in, gripping his waist, forcing his way inside.

Ye Ran was startled. Luckily, the KFC restroom stall was large, he had chosen the innermost one, where cleaning tools were stored, so it was almost twice the size of a normal stall.

The restroom smelled of fragrance.

Ye Ran met Shen Shi’s cold, icy eyes, eyes swirling with thick black ink, full of ferocity. His long, cold index finger pinched Ye Ran’s chin. Shen Shi’s expression was taut, like he wanted to devour him whole, gritting out: “What were you running for!”

Ye Ran still had his mask on. His mask was yanked off roughly. Shen Shi’s sharply cut face instantly closed in, giving him no chance to explain. His lips were forced open and pen*trated deeply.

Shen Shi’s kiss, pressed down by anger, was cold and hard, as if he wanted to swallow him whole, gripping his waist tightly, forcing their bodies together.

Ye Ran first felt a chill, and then, gradually, the other sensations became awake.

He was kissed into speechlessness, trembling, his thin eyelids all watery red, crying from the kisses, flustered and helpless, tongue trembling constantly, dripping with moisture.

His jaw was half wet, the soft red tip of his tongue swollen deep red. Shen Shi gradually, his movements becoming gentle, a bit helpless, both annoyed and amused, patted his lower back and asked in a hoarse voice: “Why run?”

Ye Ran lay on his shoulder, body still trembling, taking a long time to recover from the weightless feeling of being kissed, and spoke quietly and uneasily: “…I’m scared.”

Shen Shi made a sound of acknowledgment, leaned down slightly, found his reddened eyes, accommodating his concern, very close to him: “We’ll try first.”

Ye Ran looked up.

Shen Shi lightly kissed the corner of his eyes, saying gently: “If it doesn’t work, then forget it.”

Ye Ran’s eyes slowly lit up, fingertips unconsciously grabbing his clothing corner.

“…Really?”

“Really,” Shen Shi reversed the grip on his hand, his lowered eyelids covering his pupils. He held Ye Ran’s hand and walked out of the bathroom: “Let’s go.”

***

South Street.

Five-star hotel.

The receptionist politely handed over the room card: “Turn right ahead, the elevator, then go up to the twelfth floor.”

The hotel lobby was bustling.

Ye Ran held Shen Shi’s hand, ears burning, standing silently behind him.

Shen Shi casually pinched his fingertips, withdrawing his gaze from Ye Ran’s uneasy brows, took the room card, and nodded: “Thanks.”

He led Ye Ran to the elevator.

Only upon entering the elevator did Ye Ran react: “Why did she just give us the card directly, no deposit?”

Shen Shi’s reply was vague: “Mm.”

Ye Ran: “?”

Nervous, Ye Ran’s thoughts raced, unconsciously thinking of other things. The elevator only held the two of them. The button for the twelfth floor lit up. Soon, the elevator stopped, and Ye Ran was led by Shen Shi out.

The corridor of the five-star hotel was spotless.

Green plants were placed at the corners. Their room seemed to be at the end. Ye Ran followed Shen Shi, dizzy, finally finding room 1207.

Shen Shi swiped the card. “Beep.”

The door automatically opened.

The room was neat: only a large bed, sofa, coffee table, balcony, all complete. The bed was soft, with bedding visibly fluffy.

Unconsciously, Ye Ran released Shen Shi’s hand, instinctively walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, opened part of the curtain, looking out.

The twelfth-floor view was excellent, allowing him to see most nearby buildings. In the distance, he could even see the iron gate of Beijing University’s east entrance. The shopping street twisted like narrow alleys, people like beads on a broken string, moving unevenly.

A figure pressed close behind him.

He was embraced by Shen Shi. The room’s light was dim, familiar warm yellow, only the bedside lamp on, lighting a small area. It was six o’clock; clouds gathered, and night fell.

Ye Ran felt a sense of security, obediently tilting his face to kiss Shen Shi.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the large bed, eyelashes trembling nervously. Shen Shi seemed to notice, blocking his view, gently holding his tongue with his lips. The soft red tip, just kissed for a while, was now gently licked, soothed carefully, making Ye Ran relax and bend his waist, sweat appearing on his cheeks and neck, his brows softening instinctively.

He could barely stand, watery-red corners of his eyes shimmering with pure gaze: “I… I want to sit.”

A hint of a smile crossed Shen Shi’s eyes. Holding Ye Ran’s waist, he sat on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window. Ye Ran was completely enveloped in his embrace, feeling invaded. Thinking of having sneaked off, guilt surged, like having made a difficult decision. Leaning into Shen Shi’s chest, he whispered: “If… if it doesn’t work…”

Shen Shi slightly lifted his eyelids.

Ye Ran’s earlobes were red as if bleeding, voice tiny as a mosquito: “…I’ll help you.”

Shen Shi’s breath caught. He lowered his voice, mimicking Ye Ran, enveloping him with overwhelming warmth, asking softly: “Really?”

Ye Ran’s eyes flickered, nodding: “Really.”

“Not running this time?”

Ye Ran, more ashamed: “Sorry… I shouldn’t have run.”

Shen Shi smiled gently: “It’s okay.”

He said: “Let’s start with foreplay.”

…

Ye Ran, confused, lifted his head, long soft eyes shimmering with moisture, eyelashes casting delicate shadows, asked obediently and purely: “What’s foreplay?”

Shen Shi’s Adam’s apple rolled uncontrollably. He had removed his jacket, wearing only a cotton undershirt, body warm, scorching hot, and said: “Next, whatever I have you do, you just do. That is foreplay.”

Ye Ran nodded, half-understanding.

Then, Shen Shi removed his top in front of him.

The undershirt’s collar was a bit tight. Shen Shi’s hair was tousled, his features still handsome and distinct, dark narrow eyes slightly lowered, jawline naturally extending to the neck, under which smooth, firm abdominal muscles were outlined, flowing down along the sensual lines, a mysterious area faintly revealed in shadow.

Ye Ran sat between his legs, heartbeat immediately chaotic, nervously looking at him: “…I… do I have to take off my clothes too?”

“You don’t.”

Shen Shi leaned in. Ye Ran unconsciously leaned back, his back against the floor-to-ceiling window, warmed by the heated air. Swallowing nervously, he saw Shen Shi grab the corner of his clothes, bringing it to his mouth, calmly saying: “Bite it.”

Ye Ran obediently opened his mouth and bit the corner, feeling a bit of coolness and embarrassment, curling his body, muttering: “Then what?”

“Then,” Shen Shi pressed down on his shoulders, forcibly opening up Ye Ran’s curled-up body. His brows and eyes gradually deepened, turning dark as ink, like a night sky soaked in shadow. Towering above Ye Ran, his breath burned hot as he said in a low voice,

“Don’t you dare let go.”

“Everytime you let go, I’ll *** you.”