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Zhou Shirui was slightly stunned, and his expression suddenly darkened.
He suddenly stepped forward, very close. Le Cheng could clearly see his long, thick eyelashes. He tilted his head slightly, the tip of his nose almost brushing across Le Cheng’s delicate cheek.
His breath was warm, spraying against his ear and causing a slight itch. Le Cheng stood there dumbly, as if he were a young puppy being lifted by the scruff of its neck. A moment later, he heard Zhou Shirui ask, “Did you drink?”
Le Cheng reacted half a beat slowly, but honestly nodded. “I-I drank a little.”
His voice was very soft, sounding somewhat guilty. Zhou Shirui had already stepped back, his voice cold. “Are you like this with everyone when you’re drunk?”
Le Cheng froze. He wasn’t drunk. Although he was slower than usual, after thinking about it for a moment, he immediately understood.
“No, no.” Le Cheng nervously licked his lips. “I’m not drunk.”
“Not drunk?” Zhou Shirui questioned him, clearly not believing him.
Le Cheng realized once again that Zhou Shirui was a proper straight man, and at this moment, he probably thought Le Cheng was getting handsy because he was drunk.
Le Cheng organized his thoughts for a moment. “No… I’m only like this with you, really. I only want to touch you.”
Zhou Shirui’s expression eased slightly, but he remained indifferent.
“It’s just, I think you’re really good-looking.” Le Cheng blinked slowly. Perhaps because of the alcohol, he was unusually honest. “Your face is good-looking… and your muscles are beautiful too, so I wanted to ask if I could touch them. If I can’t, then forget it.”
Zhou Shirui frowned. “If I refuse, will you go find someone else?”
What kind of thought process was that?
Le Cheng choked for a moment and hurriedly waved his hands. His face flushed slightly from nervousness, as though he were a pitiful person being checked up on by his boyfriend. “No…” He actually felt a little aggrieved. He simply wanted to touch them, so how had things gotten this far?
Sniffling, Le Cheng didn’t bother hiding his feelings anymore and said very softly, “I didn’t mean it that way. I only like you.”
That was the truth. What Le Cheng meant was simple: he only liked Zhou Shirui’s body. But those words could actually be interpreted differently, and when heard, they sounded like a confession.
Zhou Shirui paused and looked up at Le Cheng.
The young man’s eyes were lowered slightly, his long eyelashes trembling lightly, as though he were earnestly baring his heart. He looked very honest, and very cute.
“…Mm.” Zhou Shirui didn’t ask anything else. After a moment of silence, he said quietly, “Drink a little less next time.”
Le Cheng felt that he still thought he was drunk.
He quickly nodded and said, “Thank you. Then I’ll go upstairs?”
“Mm.” Zhou Shirui turned and left.
Le Cheng stood there for two seconds before preparing to go upstairs as well.
“Le Cheng!” Tan Xiaobai’s voice suddenly came from behind him.
“Huh? Xiaobai?” Le Cheng turned his head. “When did you get here?”
“I’ve been here for two or three minutes.” Tan Xiaobai said, “I saw you two talking at the entrance, so I didn’t come over. What, did your boyfriend bring you your clothes?”
“Yeah.” Le Cheng nodded. “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Looks like you two have a pretty good relationship…” Tan Xiaobai smiled. “He even came all the way over to deliver them.”
“Wasn’t he just passing by?” Le Cheng walked upstairs, unable to resist complaining. “But I’m never believing anything on Douyin again.”
Tan Xiaobai: “What happened?”
“Nothing.” Le Cheng silently cried inside. “Just a spontaneous realization.”
After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, Le Cheng lay back down on his bed, still repeatedly reliving his embarrassing moment from earlier.
Alcohol had really poisoned his brain. How had he actually managed to say something like, “Can I touch you?”
Le Cheng turned over in embarrassment, while a little person inside his heart pounded the floor and screamed—So embarrassing!!
How could this happen! He was just a little boy who wanted to get better at drawing anatomy.
After calming down for a while, Le Cheng gradually felt that something wasn’t right.
Mm… Actually, if it was just touching, it seemed like even a straight man wouldn’t care that much, right?
Then Zhou Shirui being so concerned about it… The main reason was probably still homophobia, or perhaps he thought Le Cheng was frivolous?
Le Cheng seriously thought about it for a while and came to a bold conclusion.
Because he was homophobic, Zhou Shirui didn’t want to have intimate contact with him, and this intimate contact included any physical contact that seemed even slightly ambiguous.
Right, right, that had to be the main reason.
Le Cheng suddenly had an idea. Did this mean he could slightly cross the line in their everyday life?
For example, holding hands, hugging, or something like that…
He would probably refuse if Le Cheng brought it up, but that didn’t matter. Most importantly, wouldn’t this make up for the contrast between how timid he was in real life?
With both approaches working together, Zhou Shirui was guaranteed to break up with him beautifully within three months.
But he really had crossed the line a little just now. For a homophobic straight man, suddenly coming out and asking to touch him really did seem kind of perverted.
Le Cheng closed his eyes in embarrassment.
Although his goal was to break up with Zhou Shirui, he didn’t want to be regarded as a pervert either.
So Le Cheng opened his phone and switched to his chat with Zhou Shirui.
[Orange: Initiate a Transfer]
This was the money he should have split with Zhou Shirui for the meal and taxi ride earlier.
After sending the message, Le Cheng turned off the screen and didn’t pick up his phone again until he heard a “Ding dong.”
[Your transfer has been returned]
[Big Brother: No need.]
Le Cheng initiated another transfer.
[Your transfer has been returned]
Le Cheng was silent for two seconds. Fine.
[Orange: Are you still angry?]
[Orange: I’m sorry, I was wrong just now. I actually wasn’t drunk, I just suddenly remembered a video I saw on Douyin.]
Le Cheng opened Douyin and sent the video link over.
[Orange: Puppy Crying.jpg]
On the other end, Zhou Shirui opened the video and lowered his gaze.
“Today I’m going to tell everyone a secret about fitness bloggers. Actually, those of us who work out just look fierce. We look big and intimidating, but everyone, don’t be afraid. If you want to touch us, just bravely go ahead and touch us. They’re all more than happy to let you touch them.”
And in the comment section, people chimed in with their own experiences:
[Yes, I asked someone if I could touch him at the gym a few days ago and he let me.]
[I also saw one at the entrance of my neighborhood that day. I asked if I could touch him and he actually agreed.]
[Before, I made eye contact with a guy who had a really good physique for a few seconds, and he asked me if I wanted to touch him hahaha.]
[Me too, I’ve encountered one…]
Zhou Shirui: “…………”
[Big Brother: Mm, I know.]
Le Cheng couldn’t figure out what exactly this “I know” meant, so he simply asked directly.
[Orange: Are you still angry then?]
[Big Brother: I’m not angry.]
Le Cheng had recently become very good at pushing his luck, especially online, so he asked again.
[Orange: Really? Then why are you being so cold?]
Zhou Shirui stared at those words, inexplicably remembering the way Le Cheng usually ended his sentences.
Very light, very soft, like he was acting spoiled.
[Orange: Why aren’t you saying anything? Am I making things difficult for you?]
[Big Brother: No.]
It was Saturday, and the other two roommates had gone out. Only Le Cheng and Tan Xiaobai were there.
Tan Xiaobai was wearing headphones and playing games. Le Cheng was too lazy to type, so he opened the voice-message function.
[Orange: Voice Message]
Zhou Shirui paused slightly and tapped it open.
[Really? You’re not going to lie to me, are you? I’m very easy to fool, you know.]
The moment he played it, it almost perfectly overlapped with the voice he had supplied in his mind. Zhou Shirui could even imagine Le Cheng’s rosy lips repeatedly opening and closing, his white teeth appearing and disappearing. An inexplicable restlessness suddenly rose in his heart, but he couldn’t grasp it, much less identify it.
He played the voice message again.
[Really? You’re not going to lie to me, are you? I’m very easy to fool, you know.]
The ending rose slightly, light and airy, with a soft and clean quality to his voice.
“Holy sh*t, who’s talking?” Cheng Yufei suddenly looked up from beside him. “That sounds so good.”
Zhou Shirui tugged at the corner of his lips. “Get lost. Play your game.”
“Hm?” Cheng Yufei became alert. “Is that Le Cheng? Are you two on the phone?”
Zhou Shirui neither denied it nor admitted it.
Cheng Yufei said shamelessly, “Ooh~ I knew it. Holy sh*t, then he didn’t hear me talking, did he? That Le Cheng, I didn’t say anything else. I was just complimenting your voice! It really does sound good!”
Zhou Shirui inexplicably became irritated. “We’re not on the phone. Don’t yell nonsense.”
“D*mn, you should’ve said that sooner.” Cheng Yufei raised an eyebrow and drew out his words. “I wonder who it was that said he didn’t like him, but is still chatting away with him late at night~”
Zhou Shirui expressionlessly threw a pillow at him. “Get lost.”
“D*mn, treating me like this, I’m so heartbroken.” Cheng Yufei caught it and said dramatically, “Am I no longer your precious little sweetheart?”
Zhou Shirui was disgusted enough by him. Before he could get angry, Cheng Yufei hurriedly said, “Just kidding. But I think… Le Cheng really does seem to be a little interested in you.”
Zhou Shirui lifted his eyelids. “What do you mean?”
“Is that even a question? Back when you two were together, I also thought he wasn’t serious about you, that he was just having a bit of fun on a whim,” Cheng Yufei said excitedly. “But clearly, the fact that he’s messaging you in the middle of the night means he’s totally hooked. Look, he still loves to act all cute around you, asks you out to dinner, and even brings you meals. Do you know what that means? That’s exactly what happens when you’re head over heels in the honeymoon phase!”
Cheng Yufei: “Plus, you’re so handsome! Falling for you is a piece of cake!”
Zhou Shirui listened with a blank expression, not really wanting to engage with him, nor did he agree.
He wasn’t that self-absorbed.
Besides…
A relationship where neither party takes it seriously won’t cause any trouble, and he hated trouble.
After sending the message, Le Cheng got ready for bed. Just before falling asleep, a notification popped up on his phone.
It was from Zhou Shirui.
[Big Brother: I wasn’t lying.]
***
The next day, Le Cheng woke up early.
Since the platform’s guidelines stipulated that approved manuscripts shouldn’t have overly complex compositions, Le Cheng drew quickly and effortlessly.
He swiftly sketched out a detailed rough draft. After inking the lines, he checked the time, it wasn’t quite lunchtime yet so he decided to scroll through some videos for a bit.
His other two roommates hadn’t come back yet. Le Cheng stood up to stretch his neck, and noticed Tan Xiaobai was pounding away at his keyboard with a clatter.
It sounded so intense that Le Cheng turned his head to take a look.
It was a 5v5 competitive game that had been popular for years. Le Cheng watched for a while and thought Tan Xiaobai’s gameplay was actually pretty good.
Because he himself was a complete gaming disaster.
Not only was he terrible at competitive games, but his luck with even simple casual games was mediocre at best.
Plus, Le Cheng wasn’t very interested in games; he found playing for more than half an hour exhausting.
The settings in this novel world were similar to those in the real world. For example, some wildly popular games and commonly used software but there were subtle differences, such as the names of universities and geographical locations.
Tan Xiaobai won this round. Le Cheng glanced at his rank and praised him: “You’re so good.”
Tan Xiaobai looked a little embarrassed: “It’s okay, I just play a lot and have plenty of time.”
Le Cheng nodded, and a sudden idea struck him.
Fan art can quickly gain a following, and since this game was quite popular, it would be even easier to generate buzz.
Le Cheng immediately decided to reinstall the game.
He’d played it for a while before, but uninstalled it when he ran out of time and back then, he’d even drawn fan art of his favorite hero.
After downloading the game, Le Cheng automatically logged into the Q Zone and discovered that the original host had played it too.
However, their rank wasn’t very high. He casually scrolled through his friends list, planning to draw a picture of his favorite hero.
It would make up for the regret he’d felt back then due to his lack of drawing skills.
After brainstorming for a bit, it was time for dinner.
Le Cheng thought back to what he’d done yesterday and still felt a little worried.
He didn’t know if Zhou Shirui would automatically think he was a pervert, or if he really didn’t care.
After thinking it over, he sent Zhou Shirui a screenshot of the game he’d just taken.
[Orange: Do you play this?]
He planned to test Zhou Shirui’s reaction indirectly first.
“Ding-dong—”
[Big Brother: Yeah, I’ve played it.]
[Orange: So, have you eaten yet?]
[Big Brother: Not yet.]
Le Cheng thought for a moment and decided to be a little bold and assertive.
[Orange: I’ve been missing you.]
[Orange: You’re going to have dinner with me later, right?]
Le Cheng waited intently for a reply. After waiting and waiting, he heard a message notification and quickly looked down at his phone.
Two characters appeared on the screen.
[Big Brother: Come down.]
Le Cheng’s eyes widened slightly. What did that mean? Was Zhou Shirui downstairs by the dorm?
He hurried to the window at the end of the hallway and looked down. Although it was a bit far, he could still make out a tall, slender figure standing under a tree, with long, striking legs.
Le Cheng was momentarily stunned. What did this mean?
It was like the sun rising in the west, why on earth would Zhou Shirui be waiting for him?
[Orange: Are you waiting for me?]
[Big Brother: Mm-hmm.]
Le Cheng stumbled back to his dorm in a daze and began frantically changing his clothes.
Tan Xiaobai turned around and asked him, “Going out? Going out to dinner with your boyfriend?”
“No.” Le Cheng shook his head solemnly, his face falling like a puppy’s, “I think I’m about to get dumped.”
Tan Xiaobai: “Huh???”
Le Cheng slipped on his shoes and clomped down the stairs, running through countless possibilities along the way.
He felt that Zhou Shirui must have come to find him for a specific reason and that reason was most likely to break up with him.
Was his first relationship really going to end because of an attempted s*xual advance gone wrong?
Le Cheng walked down the stairs with mixed feelings. He felt he might have misjudged Zhou Shirui’s character. If they broke up this time, whenever people mentioned Zhou Shirui in the future, they’d surely say, “That ex of yours who always tried to make a pass at you…”
Le Cheng’s mind raced. Actually, breaking up now wasn’t such a big deal, he just hoped that after they broke up, Zhou Shirui wouldn’t go around calling him a pervert.
Lost in thought, Le Cheng nearly tripped as he stepped out of the dorm.
Just as he was about to twist his ankle, Zhou Shirui grabbed his arm in the nick of time, steadied him, and effortlessly pulled him to his feet. Le Cheng gave a start and snapped back to his senses.
“You…”
“You…”
They spoke at the same time.
Le Cheng choked on his words: “You go first.”
Zhou Shirui, satisfied that he was steady on his feet, withdrew his hand: “Don’t zone out when you’re going down the stairs.”
“Yeah, I know.” Le Cheng nodded obediently, “…Anything else?”
“Where should we go for dinner?”
Hearing the deep voice, Le Cheng looked up to find Zhou Shirui staring intently at him.
At such close range, Le Cheng suddenly noticed that Zhou Shirui’s eyelashes were very long, so long they almost touched the thin lenses of his glasses.
For some reason, Le Cheng felt like they’d be soft to the touch.
“Um… did you come to see me just for this?” Le Cheng realized what was going on and asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” Zhou Shirui replied simply.
It seemed Zhou Shirui had no intention of breaking up with him.
“Is that so?” Le Cheng instantly cheered up, mostly because he wasn’t being treated like a pervert. “This is actually the first time you’ve reached out to me on your own.”
Zhou Shirui gazed at him with his eyes lowered. Le Cheng smiled, his eyes crinkling; he looked genuinely happy and innocent, as if this were something truly remarkable.
It was hard for Zhou Shirui to ignore that smile.
As if he’d been infected by it, Zhou Shirui curved his lips slightly: “Yeah, let’s go get something to eat.”
They finally decided to go to the cafeteria. On the way there, Le Cheng casually asked him, “Why did you come find me on your own?”
Zhou Shirui was silent for a moment: “I misunderstood you yesterday. I’m sorry.”
Le Cheng realized what he meant and waved his hand: “Huh? It’s fine.”
Actually, he felt a bit guilty too.
After all, as a “gay guy,” he’d suddenly suggested touching Zhou Shirui and since Zhou Shirui didn’t like him, there was a chance he might have found it offensive.
After eating in the cafeteria, Le Cheng said goodbye to Zhou Shirui.
On the way back, Le Cheng felt, for some reason, that he and Zhou Shirui were pretty much just dining buddies; aside from eating, the two of them hardly ever made plans to hang out for anything else.
This relationship really is all about eating, it’s a blessing.
Le Cheng made a couple of self-deprecating jokes, and when he got back to the dorm, Tan Xiaobai pounced on him, asking if they’d broken up.
Le Cheng remembered the earlier mix-up and shook his head: “We didn’t break up.”
Tan Xiaobai let out a sigh of relief: “I knew it. Why would you suddenly break up? What were you thinking?”
“It’s not that…” Le Cheng looked at Tan Xiaobai. Tan Xiaobai had been really nice to him lately, so he couldn’t help but let slip a little something. “Well… yesterday I wanted to feel his muscles.”
Tan Xiaobai wasn’t gay, so he tried to put himself in Le Cheng’s shoes: “Isn’t that just… like a girlfriend asking her boyfriend if she can feel his muscles? That’s totally normal, right?”
Le Cheng: “That’s true…”
“Oh, I get it. ” Tan Xiaobai had a sudden realization. “He turned you down, didn’t he? And you’re afraid he’d break up with you over this, which is why you’re thinking this way?”
Le Cheng’s eyes widened slightly. No way, how did Tan Xiaobai guess so accurately?
He said earnestly, “You’d be great at writing mystery novels.”
“I really would.” Tan Xiaobai was shocked. “So, you two…” He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. A thousand words all boiled down to a single sentence.
“So innocent.”
Le Cheng: “…………”
“Oh my gosh, you’ve been dating for almost a week, you haven’t even…” Tan Xiaobai paused to gather his thoughts, “kissed yet?”
That was blunt, way too blunt.
Le Cheng: “…No.”
“Okay.” Tan Xiaobai paused for a moment, then added, “You’re so innocent.”
Le Cheng: “…………”
“That conversation was way too bland,” Tan Xiaobai teased, but then thoughtfully reassured Le Cheng, “But don’t worry, maybe you just aren’t that familiar with each other yet. Take it one step at a time.”
Le Cheng nodded, then pulled out his phone and played a couple of rounds of a game.
At the Gold tier, he actually lost two games in a row.
Feeling utterly defeated, Le Cheng closed the game, turned on his computer, and exported last night’s drawing process.
He edited it a bit, sped it up, added some music, used the finished artwork as the cover, and uploaded it to Douyin.
This wasn’t hard for him, since he’d often edited simple little videos like this before.
[Upload Successful]
Le Cheng gave himself a “like” first.
He logged out of Douyin and opened Weibo instead, where he was surprised to find that he’d gained about twenty followers thanks to yesterday’s drawing.
He had no idea where these followers had come from, but Le Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find about ten comments.
Of course, some people had followed the link on his profile to his previous post, “Exclusive Male Model.”
[Clear Soup Grandpa: Hahahaha, Rolls is so funny]
[A Hair in the Mouth: Exclusive male model, is that what I’m thinking it means? Dog head holding a flower.jpg]
[Working Hard at Drawing: Laosi, I’ll give you two thumbs up, can I borrow your hand for a sec?]
Le Cheng picked out a few replies.
After replying, he went back to working on his artwork.
He drew nonstop until evening, when Tan Xiaobai called him out to grab a bite.
Le Cheng thought, “Why not? I can’t always eat with Zhou Shirui, it’s like being stuck with the same dining buddy all the time.”
After dinner, Tan Xiaobai suggested they take a walk on the school grounds.
Le Cheng had been sitting at his computer all afternoon and was already aching all over, so he readily agreed.
A ring of trees surrounded their school’s playground; the streetlights cast a dappled glow through the leaves onto the path, creating a kind of hazy beauty.
Le Cheng took a deep breath and felt more relaxed than ever before.
Tan Xiaobai said beside him, “I don’t like coming to the playground late at night when no one’s here with me.”
Le Cheng tilted his head: “Why?”
Tan Xiaobai: “Because the playground at night is full of couples strolling around, and I’m the only single person here, it’s kind of awkward.”
Le Cheng chuckled a couple of times and was just about to speak when Tan Xiaobai suddenly said, “Hey? Look who’s over there!”
Le Cheng craned his neck: “Who’s where?”
“Just to our left… Don’t look up! Keep it quiet, is that Qing… Zhou Shirui?”
Le Cheng narrowed his eyes and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was Zhou Shirui, and there was another guy next to him, probably his roommate.
Tan Xiaobai nudged him: “Hey, he didn’t come with you; he’s here with some guy you don’t know. What do you think?”
Le Cheng laughed at the joke: “I’m looking with both eyes.”
Tan Xiaobai laughed out loud too: “Hey, I just spotted my senior sister. Why don’t you go find him first? I don’t think you two have ever gone out together at night, have you?”
“Huh?” Le Cheng was momentarily confused, but Tan Xiaobai had already slapped him on the shoulder and gently pushed him out.
Le Cheng quickly turned a corner.
Tan Xiaobai was already out of sight, so Le Cheng pulled out his phone and typed furiously.
[Orange: You actually left me behind!! And you ran so fast!]
[Little White Rabbit White and White: [Pointing Finger.jpg]]
Le Cheng exchanged a few more messages with Tan Xiaobai before suddenly remembering something.
He rarely did the essential “check-in” that comes with being in a relationship.
Rule #3 of Being a Drama Queen: Love checking up on your boyfriend, get mad whenever he talks to someone else!
Le Cheng quickly tapped open Zhou Shirui’s chat window.
[Orange: Where are you?]
Zhou Shirui replied pretty quickly.
[Big Brother: The playground]
[Orange: Really? Take a picture for me, the kind where you hold up three fingers!]
After sending the message, Le Cheng looked up to see where Zhou Shirui was.
His eyesight was excellent, and since he was close by, he could see Zhou Shirui reach out and make a “three” sign with a blank expression.
[Big Brother: Picture]
Le Cheng felt a bit of a chuckle coming on, but he played along and asked:
[Orange: Is there anyone next to you?]
[Big Brother: Yeah, my roommate.]
Le Cheng hadn’t expected Zhou Shirui to be so honest; for a moment, he felt too embarrassed to keep checking up on him.
Finally, he added one more line, just for show.
[Orange: Alright, since you’re being so honest, I’ll let you off the hook for today o(*￣︶￣*)o]
As soon as he sent the message, Le Cheng looked up and saw Zhou Shirui suddenly shut off his phone and start scanning his surroundings.
!!
Le Cheng quickly ducked into the shadows.
“Hey? Le Cheng—!!!”
A loud, clear voice cut through the distance and reached his eardrums. Le Cheng’s whole body jolted; he turned his head and saw Zhou Shirui looking at him impassively, while the person next to him, the owner of the voice, was grinning mischievously.
Le Cheng’s face flushed instantly. He didn’t know what Zhou Shirui had said, but the roommate next to him had walked away.
Zhou Shirui strode toward him.
The affected air on Le Cheng’s screen vanished instantly, and he greeted Zhou Shirui with feigned composure: “G-good evening.”
Zhou Shirui’s gaze slowly settled on his face: “Are you here to check up on me?”
Le Cheng answered honestly: “I saw you here a moment ago.”
Zhou Shirui seemed to sense his embarrassment and, in a rare moment, cracked a joke: “Are you satisfied with the photos?”
“I’m satisfied,” Le Cheng stammered, his cheeks flushing. “I’m satisfied.”
Zhou Shirui said nothing more, and Le Cheng followed him as they, strangely enough, began strolling down the street.
After walking for a while, Le Cheng’s mind calmed down. He turned his head to glance at Zhou Shirui and suddenly remembered those words: “Take it slow.”
How about… starting with… holding hands?
For a couple, holding hands isn’t a big deal…
Le Cheng encouraged himself as he stole glances at Zhou Shirui’s hands.
They hung naturally at his sides, with long, slightly curved fingers and beautifully defined knuckles as if they’d been meticulously carved
After stealing several glances, Le Cheng spoke up: “Um, I can read palms.”
Zhou Shirui tilted his head: “?”
Le Cheng ignored the skepticism in his eyes and said casually, “Really. Don’t you trust me?”
Zhou Shirui: “I don’t.”
Le Cheng: “……” What a straight guy.
Le Cheng didn’t give up: “Then let me take a look at yours. Once I’m done, won’t you know if it’s accurate?”
Hearing this, Zhou Shirui held out his hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Le Cheng’s heart was pounding. He took Zhou Shirui’s fingertips in one hand and looked down, pretending to be focused: “Hmm, your career line looks good. Your life line is long too, and your financial fortune looks promising…”
As he spoke, Le Cheng’s mind wandered further and further. The hand holding Zhou Shirui’s fingertips suddenly loosened and turned, sliding upward along his fingertips until it slowly rested on Zhou Shirui’s palm, which was slightly calloused.
His skin was fairer than Zhou Shirui’s, and the contrast created a somewhat suggestive visual impact.
Le Cheng’s heart was pounding so hard with nervousness it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. He quickly glanced up at Zhou Shirui, adopting a “what the h*ll, I’ve gone this far” attitude.
That’s right, I’ve laid my cards on the table! I was reading your palm just so I could hold your hand! I’m a shameless male college student!!
Le Cheng quickly took Zhou Shirui’s hand and placed it down.
Zhou Shirui looked down at him, visibly startled. Realizing he’d been tricked, he furrowed his brow slightly.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t pulled away sooner, but Le Cheng’s hand clung to his palm like a little fish, much smaller than his own, with skin that was soft, smooth, and pale.
Using palm reading as an excuse, only to suddenly take his hand.
He lowered his gaze to Le Cheng’s earlobe, hidden among his black hair, which had a faint blush as if proof of arousal. In that moment, the feelings in his heart had already tilted infinitely in another direction, pointing toward that somewhat absurd conjecture.
